The Path Toward Heaven

Even in March, he ignored him, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, waved his sleeves lightly, and there was a breeze blowing around him, but it was as clean as a moment.

Ping Yongjia in the side hall has secretly taken off the soft couch, looking nervously through the window slit, seeing this scene, could not help but admire, thinking that this is much more beautiful than the masters and masters washing their faces with sword fire .

It was only then that people noticed that her hair was extremely long, falling all the way to the waist, but she usually wore a common bun and could not see it.

The fresh wind flicked her long black hair like a waterfall, and it was very beautiful.

"It seems that you did kill a lot of people, and the technique is good."

Even March looked at Kou Qingtong with a blank expression, but no one could hear her appreciation.

The winner's appreciation of the loser is demeanor, but the loser's appreciation of the winner is so weird.

Kou Qingtong looked at her eyes and said slightly: "I saw the regret in your eyes just now."

Lian March said: "I do regret it."

What regret?Do you regret getting to know Jingyang?Or do you regret that you should stand up and be an enemy of the Zhongzhou faction?

Then everyone heard her next sentence.

"I've never been afraid of being injured, but I never like to be injured. Injuries may make ordinary people burn war, but my war will never be reduced, so I don't need it. The injury can only make me weaker, so I should just Go first. "

This sentence for even March was a little long, and it took a while for people to fully understand what she meant.

What does it mean?

You don't like being injured, so you should take the shot first?

Is it that as long as you take the shot first, the opponent will have no chance to take the shot and can only wait to be defeated by you?

Even March is certainly qualified to say such things, but her opponent today is the blood-demon master of thousands of years ago, and it is Kou Qingtong that only the white-blade ancestors can conquer!

She did not have any fears, but was a little displeased because of the injury. How confident and strong this is!

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Qingfeng walked slowly in the square, holding the blue silk, just like the fingers of the year.

Jing Jiu looked at her black hair like a waterfall, and his eyes were full of appreciation, not knowing whether it was for hair or for people.

Tong Yan thought he liked the messy short hair like Zhao Layue, so he told the mage that if he cut A Piao's hair short, it might be more pleasing to him.

Only those talents on Shenmofeng knew that he had always hoped that Zhao Layue would have long black hair.

As for the battle with Kou Qingtong in March, Jing Jiu has no worries.

She never lost, except for the one with him.

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Kou Qingtong stared at Lian March's eyes, and his expression gradually became more serious.

An extremely strong bloody smell and a killing intent seemed to accumulate between the two of them, and then spread towards the surroundings.

No matter how the breeze blows, it can't make those tastes lighter.

The eunuchs and secret guards hiding over the palace wall were pale and felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

Officials in the hall also felt their heart beat faster by a few points.

Even the gold offerings and the cow offerings frowned slightly, protecting the heart with the spirit of heaven and earth, to ensure that all details in the field were not missed.

Ping Yongjia put a chair in front of the window and pushed open the window extremely arrogantly. With a cup of tea in his hand, he was ready to watch the show.

"Listen to people, you are the most fierce and the most murderous in six hundred years?" Kou Qingtong stared at Lian March's eyes.

Lian March said: "Not bad."

"Thousands of years ago, I was the most fierce and the most murderous." Kou Qingtong's expression was unprecedentedly serious and asked: "Have you ever counted, how many people have you killed?"

Lian March said, "What's so good about this kind of thing?"

Kou Qingtong's face showed disappointment or even indignant expression, saying: "Are you still uncomfortable because of the murder?"

Lian March said: "No, I just think this matter is not important."

Kou Qingtong was a little puzzled and said, "Isn't this a kind of glory?"

Lian March thought about it and said, "I never take pride in killing, only take pride in being able to kill."

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

Like heaven and earth.

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

After even saying this in March, he took a casual breath.

Countless days of vitality came to her, entered from her nose, and then spit out gently from her lips.

The breeze winds around the side, gently bringing black hair.

The black hair fluttered, but it seemed to cut the space.

With a crackling sound, the fragmented spaces that had just formed were crushed by a small fist.

The fist continued to move forward, rubbing the air, screaming with increasing terror, then suddenly silent.

Kou Qingtong looked dignified and murmured to himself: "Fuck ... why is it so strong?"

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Even March's fist disappeared in the field of vision and disappeared in the world.

The same is true of her people.

On the expansive Palace Square, there is only a gentle morning breeze and a few green leaves rotating with the wind.

Suddenly, those green leaves turned into the finest particles and went away with the wind.

At the same time a very thin line appeared on the square.

The thin line emits light, but the light is too late to go far, so it is carried forward by the line itself, you can imagine how amazing the speed of this line is.

If Kou Qingtong's punch was just like a meteor falling from outside the domain, with unimaginable power and cold magical breath.

Even the March strike was much more plain, but it could not be avoided.

The strong men in spiritual practice can avoid lightning, that is because they saw the light of lightning in advance, who can avoid the light itself?

Kou Qingtong was vigilant, his masterpiece breathed out, and the blood demon secret method burst out. Numerous smoke-like breaths spread from his hands and wrapped around his body, like black and red silk, and wrapped himself tightly. .

The light suddenly disappeared, and even appeared in front of him in March, with fists falling on the smoky magic breath.

With the sound of tears, the black and red magic breath suddenly cracked, and then fell helplessly, drifting towards the sky.

Even this martial art of March is really very simple, not to mention with the Taoist mysterious meaning, the true way of Jinghu, it is impossible to even talk about the moves, just like the simplest punching techniques that folk folks who learn martial arts first learn .But even the secret method of the blood demon can't stop this fist for a moment!

The fist continued to move forward, just like the girl and the brothers in a certain dart board, who broke through Kou Qingtong's hands and fell on his chest.

A crackling sound.

There is no thunder.

Kou Qingtong's body was slightly suspended, his messy hair floating forward, and numerous small cracks in his clothes.

That's because he was struck so fast that neither his hair nor his clothes reacted.

His coat rubbed against the air, carrying a line of fire, and then gradually split open, revealing a scarred body.

With a loud noise, he broke the palace wall and flew out.

The palace wall was hit with a huge gap, but he failed to stop and continued to fly toward the south of the imperial city. The smoke was rolling all the way, and I didn't know how many houses had collapsed.

A tremor came from the ground, and the Tianmen trembles slightly. There was a lot of smoke between the beams and columns. A pit appeared on the hard stone wall.

From that pit to the Palace Square, there was a straight deep ditch, and nothing in it could exist.

Kou Qingtong's lower body fell into a deep ditch, and his upper body leaned against the stone wall of Yingtianmen, looking at the morning glow in the sky. His eyes were extremely weird, somewhat dazed and angry.