The Path Toward Heaven

Lian Sanyue ignored him, wiped off the blood from the corners of her lips, flicked her sleeves lightly, and there was a breeze around her body, but it was as clean as ever in a short while.

Ping Yongjia in the side hall had already sneaked off the soft couch, looked out nervously through the window, saw this scene, couldn't help admiring it, thinking it was much more beautiful than masters and aunts washing their faces with sword fire.

It was only at this time that people noticed that her hair was extremely long, hanging down to her waist, but she usually wore it in an ordinary bun, so it couldn't be seen.

The breeze blew her long black hair like a waterfall, very beautiful.

It seems that you have indeed killed many people, and the method is good.

Lian Sanyue looked at Kou Qingtong and said expressionlessly, but everyone could hear her appreciation.

It's elegant for a winner to show appreciation for a loser, but it's weird for a loser to show appreciation for a winner.

Kou Qingtong looked into her eyes and said slightly mockingly: At that moment just now, I saw the regret in your eyes.

Lian Sanyue said: I do have some regrets.

regret what? Do you regret knowing Jingyang at the beginning? Or do you regret that you should stand up against the Zhongzhou faction?

Then everyone heard her next sentence.

I've never been afraid of getting hurt, but I've never liked getting hurt either. Injuries may make ordinary people burn their fighting spirit, but my fighting spirit will never decrease, so I don't need it. Injuries can only make me weaker, so I should take the first shot just now.

Lian Sanyue's sentence was a bit long, and it took a while for people to fully understand what she meant.

What does it mean?

You don't like getting hurt, so you should go first?

Could it be that as long as you make a move first, your opponent will have no chance to make a move and can only wait to be defeated by you?

Of course Lian Sanyue is qualified to say such a thing, but her opponent today is the powerful Gorefiend Sect from thousands of years ago, Kou Qingtong who can only be subdued by the ancestors of Bai Ren!

She didn't have any fear, but was a little displeased because of the injury. How confident and powerful she was!

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The breeze walked slowly on the square, pulling up the blue hair, just like the fingers of the past.

Jing Jiu looked at her waterfall-like black hair, his eyes were full of admiration, he didn't know whether it was towards the hair or the person.

Tong Yan thought that he liked Zhao Layue's messy short hair, so she told Master Ming that if Ah Piao's hair was cut short, it might be more pleasing to him.

Only those people on Shenmo Peak knew that he had always hoped that Zhao Layue would have long black and beautiful hair.

As for the battle between Lian Sanyue and Kou Qingtong, Jing Jiu didn't have any worries.

She has never lost, except for that time with him.

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Kou Qingtong stared into Lian Sanyue's eyes, his expression gradually became serious.

An extremely strong smell of blood and a seemingly substantial killing intent gradually accumulated between the two of them, and then diffused towards the surroundings.

No matter how the breeze blows, it can't make those smells any less.

The eunuchs and secret guards hiding on the other side of the palace wall were pale and found it difficult to breathe.

The officials in the main hall also felt their hearts beat faster.

Even the gold enshrinement and the bull enshrinement frowned slightly, protecting their heart veins with the vitality of heaven and earth, so as to ensure that they would not miss all the details in the field.

Ping Yongjia took a chair and sat in front of the window, pushed open the window extremely arrogantly, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and made all the preparations for watching the play.

I heard people say that you are the most vicious and murderous one in six hundred years? Kou Qingtong said, staring into Lian Sanyue's eyes.

Lian Sanyue said, Not bad.

Thousands of years ago, I was the most vicious and killed the most. Kou Qingtong asked with an unprecedented seriousness, Have you ever counted how many people you have killed?

Lian Sanyue said, What's the deal with this kind of thing?

Kou Qingtong showed disappointment and even anger on his face, and said, Don't you still feel uncomfortable because of killing people?

Lian Sanyue said: No, I just don't think this matter is important.

Kou Qingtong was a little puzzled, and said, Isn't this an honor?

Lian Sanyue thought for a while and said, I've never taken pride in killing people, I'm only proud of being able to kill people.

Such a simple sentence clearly shows the gap between the two people.

Like heaven and earth.

I won't let you strike first, now you can try my punch.

After Lian Sanyue finished speaking, she took a casual breath.

Countless heaven and earth vitality came to her side, entered through her nose, and then spit out gently from between her lips.

The breeze lingered around her side, gently lifting her black hair.

The black hair is fluttering, but it seems to cut up the space.

With a soft snap, the newly formed shattered spaces were crushed by a small fist.

The fist continued to move forward, rubbing against the air, making increasingly terrifying screams, and then suddenly fell silent.

Kou Qingtong looked dignified, and muttered to himself: Damn...why are you so strong?

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Even San Yue's fist disappeared from everyone's sight, and also disappeared from the world.

The same goes for her people.

On the vast palace square, there are only gentle morning breeze and a few green leaves swirling with the wind.

Suddenly, those green leaves turned into the tiniest crumbs and went away with the wind.

At the same time, an extremely thin line appeared on the square.

The thin line emits light, but the light has no time to go far, and is carried forward by the line itself. One can imagine how amazing the speed of this line is.

If Kou Qingtong's punch just now is like a meteor falling from outside the territory, it carries unimaginable power and extremely cold magic breath.

Lian Sanyue's attack was much more insipid, but it was impossible to avoid it.

The powerful people in the practice world can avoid the lightning because they saw the light of the lightning in advance, who can avoid the light itself?

Kou Qingtong was extremely vigilant, the devil's breath burst forth, and the secret technique of the Blood Demon Cult burst out. Countless smoke-like breaths radiated from his hands, wrapping around his body like black and red satin, wrapping himself tightly.

The light disappeared suddenly, and Lian Sanyue appeared in front of him, his fists landed on those smoke-like magic breaths.

There was a sound of tearing the silk, and the black and red magic breath suddenly split, then fell powerlessly, and floated towards the sky.

Lian Sanyue's punch is really very simple, not to mention the profound meaning of Taoism, the true way of Jinghu, not even the moves, just like the simplest punching method that those martial arts practitioners first learned. But even the secret technique of the Blood Demon Sect couldn't stop this fist for a moment!

That fist continued to move forward, just like girls and senior brothers in a small courtyard of an escort agency, it easily broke through Kou Qingtong's hands and landed on his chest.

There was a soft snap.

There was no thunder.

Kou Qingtong paused slightly, his messy hair fluttered forward, and there were countless small tears in his clothes.

That's because he was knocked into the air so fast that neither his hair nor his clothes could react.

His sleeves rubbed against the air, carrying streaks of fire, and then gradually split open, revealing a body full of scars.

With a muffled bang, he smashed through the palace wall and flew out.

A huge gap was knocked out of the palace wall, but he couldn't stop, and continued to fly towards the south of the imperial city. The smoke and dust billowed all the way, and he didn't know how many houses were knocked down.

There was a tremor on the ground, Yingtian Gate trembled slightly, a lot of smoke and dust rose between the beams and columns, and a pit appeared on the hard stone wall.

From that crater to the palace square, there is a straight ditch through which nothing can exist.

Kou Qingtong's lower body was stuck in the deep ditch, and his upper body was leaning against the stone wall of Yingtianmen, looking at the morning glow in the sky, his eyes were extremely strange, a little dazed, and a little angry.