The judge has a bad temper

In the first phase, Yizheng sat slumped on the ground, holding his head in his arms and not saying a word.Hotaru looked at the master tearfully, he was afraid that he would cry.

Qingquan did not cry.

He remembered that the five tigers had retired.

"Don't cry, Qingquan."

Yes, don't cry.

The enemy is not dead yet, how can I shed tears.

Qingquan stood up slowly, with slightly curly long hair fluttering, blue lights flickering in the stars, and cherry blossoms falling among them, giving off a strange charm.

The golden-brown eyes were faintly shining, the long sword was held in his hand, and the spiritual power of the blade was sharper, and the messy hair covered Qingquan's face from time to time, stained with blood.

A huge circle of light is formed under the feet, with strange patterns and symbols, slowly rotating.

Sanri Yuezong held the long knife in his close hand and remained motionless, his back slumped.It was only at this moment that he admitted that he had always been wary of the five tigers retreating from Tibet. He was relieved when he knew that the five tigers retreated and leaked the secret, and when he approached, he subconsciously slashed back.

He didn't know how much the five tigers had told the Shizhi government, but the five tigers finally chose to kill Matsuno, and perhaps Aihara himself, so as not to let their hands be stained with blood. In Qingquan's heart, everything could be offset up.

What's more, he left like this, leaving Qingquan with scars that could not be healed.

The clear spring lightly landed in front of Zhongju, and Zhongju looked at him calmly.Although he looked a little more embarrassed and bled a little more, they were basically traumatic injuries. In terms of severity, Qingquan was worse than him, especially the knife in the back, the blood had already flowed to the ground.

Just as Zhongju was about to speak, suddenly, an ethereal singing sound came from the sky, suddenly distant and near, sad and sad, distant and ethereal.

Zhongju looked up at the sky, there was still not a single star, but the voice seemed to be revealed from the impenetrable clouds.He couldn't hear clearly, but his intuition wasn't clear.

Qingquan laughed.

It was a song calling for the dead, and it came from the Wangchuan River.

Dead song.

He looked at his hands, the sharp nails were covered with solidified blood, the blade of the sword reflected his face, golden eyes with patterns, and snow-white hair were blown by the wind from time to time, like the undulating waves of the deep sea.He couldn't tell whether he was a human, a demon, or a ghost.

But there is no difference, anyway, he is an outcast from the heavens, he has wandered around for two or three lives without being a human being or a ghost, and seeing that he is only a step away from happiness, but in the end he has nothing.

No parents, no friends, and now I can't even protect my family.

Then why did he reincarnate twice?Since he is destined to be abandoned, why let him get it and then lose it?

God wants to take back this life, just take it, he is too tired.

"Let's stop here." Qingquan closed his eyes, stood in front of his chest with a sword in both hands, his spiritual power formed a huge unknown figure behind him, and the soaring spiritual power quickly annihilated the fragments of the polarized team.

Zhongju put away his carelessness, frowned and looked at the obviously abnormal Qingquan, wondering if he had gone mad, that was not the ending he wanted to see.

But he couldn't stop Qingquan's rampage. Qingquan, who broke out in despair, greatly increased his speed and strength, floating in the air like a ghost, without hindrance in his actions, and the sword with blue spiritual power waved pieces of light and shadow , forcing him to retreat step by step.

After being injured by the Qingquan sword energy again, a white light appeared on Zhongju's short knife, obviously, Zhongju's dual cultivation of spirit and martial arts.

In fact, he didn't want to use his spiritual power, it would do him great harm, so he had to use it now.

Qingquan didn't respond to this, Zhongju was already a prey in his eyes, and now that the prey showed its fangs, there was nothing surprising.

Yingwan shook Mikazuki Zongjin desperately, and cried out in fear, "What should we do? What should we do? What should Qingquan do?"

Mikazuki Zong took a closer look at Hotaru who was about to collapse, brushed away the hand of Odachi, and walked forward.

He has no choice.

However, Zhong Zhenzong, the taiko drum returned to them by the Five Tigers, he must protect well.

Yiqi Yizhen fell into great grief. Before, he didn't know that Wuhu Tui was his broken knife brother, so he hesitated and dared not approach him.When he knew it, he immediately faced parting. He didn't know who to hate.

Is Mikazuki Zong near?How can he blame him, blame him for being too cold?He is not Awataguchi's sword, once he decides that the five tigers are rebellious, killing him is the most correct way, especially when the five tigers draw their swords behind his back, even he himself can't guarantee whether he will subconsciously assassinate him.

Hate Zhongju?He should be hated, but what can he do with him?It's ridiculous that the fly can shake the big tree, and in the end it depends on the master to save his life.

I'm in a trance in the first episode, where's the master?

Then he heard Hotaru's whimper, saw Mikazuki Zongjin holding the taiko bell Zhenzong, and saw...

The master who fell to the ground twitched slightly, his long snow-white hair was soaked in blood, one could imagine how seriously injured he was.

"Master..." Yiqi Yizhen struggled to get up, and wanted to run over, but was stopped by Yingwan.

Yingwan didn't turn her head back, but her voice was full of hatred, "What's the use of you going, you're just dying!"

Phase [-] became anxious, "Then I will die with my master too!"

Sanri Yuezong heard the quarrel, turned his head to look over, and was still smiling, "Don't worry, we will not let you go on the road alone."

Zhongju was not much better either, he seemed to be sitting firmly on the ground, but in fact he couldn't stand up at all.The Qingquan sword pierced his body directly, and even blue flames burned the wound.Numerous deep and shallow incisions were made by flying knives on the arms, legs, and blood.

He has a reason why he can't fall down. Qingquan has no support to continue living. Both of them are in peak condition. It depends on who can have the last laugh.

Qingquan moved his body slowly, struggling to stand up.Although his legs were trembling all the time, he still supported the long sword and propped up his body.His eyelashes were already clogged with blood, and it took a lot of effort to open them, but Sanri Yue Zongjin still saw the flash of blood.

Zhongju was also a ruthless one, and with another burst of spiritual power, he insisted on standing up, and smiled contentedly facing Qingquan, whose face was covered with blood, "If it wasn't for hostility, we might be able to become friends."

The same indifference, the same focus, the same tenacity, the same can be cruel to oneself, and can also kill enemies.There are also things that have to be protected.

Qingquan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, let go of the long sword expressionlessly, and fell to the ground with a bang.His long sword is not suitable for close combat, so there is always some distance between him and Zhongju, so let's give up the sword.

The spiritual power was wrapped around the wrist like a ribbon, and Qingquan quickly walked to Zhongju's side, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the ribbon began to attack like a living thing, full of lethality.

Zhongju dodged in embarrassment, but the ribbon of spiritual power followed like a shadow, knocking Zhongju far away, and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Qingquan's hands and feet were trembling, but he still approached Zhongju step by step, ready to give him a fatal blow.

Zhongju looked at the clear spring and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. It smelled like rust, as if he hadn't tasted it for many years.

"Don't worry, Qingquan, today is not destined to be my death day."

Qingquan didn't speak.

"Where's your spiritual power ribbon? Why don't you use it? Why, are you going to strangle me with your bare hands?"

He saw it just now, and the huge circle of light that had been rotating on the ground disappeared.He had seen this aperture a long time ago, when Qingquan was young.Although I don't know what it is, and I haven't seen any effect, but it does always appear in critical moments of Qingquan.

Qingquan seems to have never discovered the function of this aperture. When he was a child, he was too innocent and didn't realize it. Now maybe it's because he has too many secrets. Maybe it's just because he doesn't care.

Go back and ask that woman carefully, what happened.Is she hiding it on purpose, or is she also unaware?

Qingquan smiled, and a huge spiritual power object appeared behind him, like a nine-tailed fox, with many tails behind him.Nakaju couldn't recognize it, but felt threatened without any surprise.

Obviously he is almost exhausted, where does he get the strength? !

"Don't worry, your death will definitely be miserable." After speaking, pointing to the prey in front of him, he ordered calmly.

"kill him."

The huge light and shadow jumped up, roared loudly, and with sharp claws, leaned over from mid-air and rushed towards Zhongju.

Nakaju looked at the incoming light and shadow, smiled helplessly, "Really, you guessed it right, Reiko."

Zhongju, if you still persist in your obsession, you will definitely not die well!

He couldn't tell whether it was a curse or a prophecy, but after she left, he had a hard life, and finally came to his destined end.

Is this the end of his short and long life?

But he is not reconciled!He hasn't waited for her yet!It's almost there, with Qingquan, his dream will come true!

Suddenly a dazzling light extended from behind, enveloping the clear spring and pulling it back quickly, the huge light and shadow dissipated the moment it touched Zhongju.

Qingquan was indeed at the end of his battle, and was taken away without any resistance.The anger of falling short made him struggle, but he was soon held down.

"Qingquan, don't do this, Qingquan!" It was Yingwan's cry.

By the way, Hotaru, he still has Hotaru.

Qingquan relaxed his whole body, and hugged the terrified Yingwan, who was in a panic and desperately burrowed into his arms, making his eyes red again.

His poor child.

Yiqi Yizhen looked at the owner of the wound, and held his hand tightly, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Sanri Yue Zongjin looked forward.

He saw Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Suzumaru Koji who were still on the Liushui bridge. The two seemed to be arguing, and they cheered when they saw them.

Is this power from the other side of the tunnel a blessing or a curse?

The author has something to say:

I think the "hiya" sound of the little angel Horikawa Kunihiro Erdao opening his eyes is simply amazing! ! !So handsome! ! !No worse than Kansang, cutie! ! !

ah?You ask me what I think about a bunch of blades?Can you just pretend I don't exist? ! ! ! !