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Chapter 356 Qin Jie VS Yang Haoyu!  (fifteen)

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    These divine flames were waiting for Qin Jie at this moment, so he was not affected in any way. His blade suddenly slashed forward with the dazzling blazing flames. This sword technique is the one he is most familiar with and the simplest.  The sword technique does not have any fancy moves, it is just a slash from top to bottom, but it is also his most powerful sword. On the shore of Xianhu Lake, he chopped off the heads of countless horse thieves. At the side door of Qingmengzhai, he chopped Liu Yiqing into a useless person in the hands of Yang Haoyu.  The iron gun could no longer withstand the power of the awe-inspiring energy on the blade and the burning and purification of the divine brilliance. It broke into two pieces with a crisp sound, and the blade continued to move forward. Yang Haoyu let out a loud roar like thunder, and he was seen above the snow lake.  The pair of iron hands struck forward like a bridge and clamped Qin Jie's knife in his fist. The huge impact of Yang Haoyu's fists was transmitted along the blade to the handle and then to Qin Jie's body, but he seemed to have no feeling at all.  Unconsciously, he lowered his head, pursed his lips and continued to press without saying a word. The blade was spitting out divine brilliance and burning. Yang Haoyu's fist slowly and unstoppably moved downwards, getting closer and closer to his thin and pale face. Yang Haoyu was facing the impending death.  He let out a crazy howl and used his last effort to lift up the seriously injured foot and kicked Qin Jie's waist and abdomen. Even if Yang Haoyu hit Qin Jie with this kick, he could no longer block Qin Jie's blade and  The magic on the blade, but he still did it because he wanted Qin Jie to die with him. However, he couldn't even die. The moment he kicked Qin Jie's waist with his toe, a breath spread down his leg.  Yang Haoyu's body entered his sea of ??consciousness and finally turned into an extremely thick smell of blood in his mouth and nose. Yang Haoyu was very familiar with that breath because he had felt it before. He was very unfamiliar with that breath because he had been there for many years.  He had never felt that the smell that turned into a thick smell of blood was so indifferent and so high and vast, as if he was standing in the extremely distant sky looking down at him. Then Yang Haoyu heard a cicada chirping. The cicada chirping he heard during the day  He thought it was an auditory hallucination. The cicada chirping he heard when he stepped into Yanming Lake at dusk felt like it was real or hallucinatory. At this time, before he died, he heard the cicada chirping again. This time he confirmed that it was real. Qin Jie was kicked directly and fell hard.  After falling in the snow, he struggled to hold himself up and wanted to get up and give Yang Haoyu another stab, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain. He had to sit on the snow, panting. A cut appeared on Yang Haoyu's body. The cut was very straight, starting from his forehead and then  Yanzhong cut open his nose and lips, chest and abdomen. Blood seeped out from the flesh at the knife edge. The battle tonight was too fierce. He had already lost too much blood. At this time, the remaining blood in the body could only seep out.  Looking more and more miserable, Yang Haoyu did not fall down and looked down at the deep bloody mouth on his chest. This stab wound may not be fatal to him at his peak, but it is not what he can bear at this time. The surrounding divine light is unknown for some reason.  The reason is not extinguished but continues to burn. The cold lake water seems to have turned into lamp oil. The snow blocks seem to have turned into coal. The entire Yanming Lake seems to be burning. It is emitting dazzling light, illuminating everything on the lake clearly. In Shenhui  Under the light, Yang Haoyu looked at the knife on his chest and knew that death was about to come. He slowly let go of his hand and let the two broken guns fall, causing the snowflakes to splash. The bell ringing in the distance finally came to Yanming Lake. Yang Haoyu raised his head and looked at the clock.  I don¡¯t know if he was thinking of his sister when the sound started. When the bell rang again, there was a buzzing sound in his burly body like a mountain. Countless gravels splashed out from his body and scattered around, as if they were the dust he had hidden for decades. Melodious  The bells kept ringing and echoed in the quiet city of Shenzhou. "Plop, pop, pop, pop." Yang Haoyu's body made a series of muffled sounds. The surface suddenly sank. In some places, there were high bulges, broken bones, and broken flesh. The marks looked like they were punched out by someone.  These are Zhou Xiong's fists. During the series of assassinations in the wilderness, Zhou Xiong risked death and suffered serious injuries. He used a bloody knife to break Yang Haoyu's armor, leaving more than a dozen punches on his body. In the past few days, Yang Haoyu used his powerful force to  His true energy and terrifying state forcibly suppressed the injuries caused by these fists. At this time, the divine radiance burned the crystal walls of the meridians in his body. Unable to suppress these fists, these fists burst out at this moment. Previously, he used the secret method of the devil's sect.  The suppressed injuries also erupted again. Countless wounds reappeared on his skin. The picture looked extremely strange. It must be said that it is a very strange thing to have to go through the injuries that have been suffered and bear the pain again before death.  Cruel things   Yang Haoyu's internal organs were all shattered and could even be said to have turned into something like rot. There was not much blood in the muscles and there was still a lot of blood in the internal organs, so Yang Haoyu began to cough up blood, with thick black blood flowing down his esophagus.  The trachea surged into his mouth and then overflowed his lips. Yang Haoyu stood in the snow, coughing up blood and laughing. Qin Jie sat in the snow and was silent for a long time, and then he also laughed. The smiles of the two people had completely different meanings. On the edge of the cliff of Yanming Mountain  Zhang Chuchu looked extremely weak sitting in the snow. She looked at the scene on the lake in the distance and knew that Qin Jie didn't want to laugh at this time. He must have wanted to cry. Thinking of this, her heart ached and she began to cry. The cold tears were on her slightly dark face.  The flow stopped but she couldn't wash away the smile that was gradually appearing. This was really a joyful thing, so she began to sing softly. Zhang Chuchu's voice was very soft and a little childish, which can't be said to be pleasant. But at this time, the singing voice coming from the cliff was like this  It is as moving as melodiously lingering on the winter lake. People are about to die. The morning has not yet come and the night is still cold. The snow lake is extremely bright. The divine light of Haotian continues to burn in the remaining snow on the ice and in the lake water, releasing clouds of water vapor. You can faintly hear the sound of boiling like  Morning hot spring in the fog Yang Haoyu was covered in blood, and his white hair was glued into a willow-like shape by the blood. He looked at Qin Jie's eyes as dim as fireflies, full of deep confusion and whispered hoarsely: "At that time, you only had  Four years old Hatred it is not easy for a four-year-old to remember that you really hate me so much." The smile on Qin Jie's face gradually disappeared as the cold wind blew and he said a few words, "When I was a child in Shen  The four years in Zhoushi were the happiest time in my life. At that time, I didn¡¯t have to think or learn anything. I only needed to enjoy my parents¡¯ favor, play with my playmates, and secretly read books. It¡¯s a pity that you ruined those years for me.  In the eyes of others, my life is pretty good, but only I know how painful and unhappy it is to live every day, so of course I hate you, no matter what I do over the years, I killed you in the woodshed.  It is impossible for the housekeeper and the young master to resurrect the people who died in the hall master's palace. It is impossible for my parents to resurrect my best days, and it is impossible for them to come back againthen nothing or anyone can stop me from coming.  To kill you, I want them to know that my swing of the knife was a good deal. I also want you to know that I am avenging my parents. My father¡¯s name is Qin Tao and my mother¡¯s name is Li Sanniang.¡± Yang Haoyu lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen.  The knife edge in the room suddenly asked: "How does it feel to have a great revenge?" "It feels good." Yang Haoyu raised his head and said with a sense of confusion: "What kind of feeling is that?" "I can't tell what kind of feeling it is anyway.  Even though I feel relaxed, I always feel that the world has become different after your death, and I am no longer the same person I was in the past fifteen years." Qin Jie thought for a moment and said, "I understand why I feel relaxed, because after you die, I can  I have more time to write letters and earn money instead of having to write a lot of boring charms every night. After you die, I can often go to Xicheng nightclub to listen to ditties instead of listening to my senior brother's music in Qingmengzhai. After you die, I will still practice spiritual practice.  But it is no longer just to make myself stronger like in the past few years, but just pure interests and hobbies or to satisfy my desire for truth. After you die, I will no longer have to stare at your back in Shenzhou like in the past.  Waiting for the battle with you, I can go to Beiling Yandang Mountain, go to Shinhwa Group Donghai, see the world and the people living in it. After you die, I will no longer have to think about killing you, so that I can be truly free.  Do what I want to do." Yang Haoyu laughed. His laughter was sad and his expression was weird. "Freedom" Yang Haoyu looked at Qin Jie with eyes full of pity and ridicule and said, "As a righteous disciple, you are deeply possessed by the devil.  If I had betrayed the Demonic Cult back thenyou would have followed my path, and you would have been doomed to struggle painfully to survive in the gap between light and darkness. How could you possibly gain true freedom, and naturally you would have no happiness at all?" Qin Jie held up the Talisman Knife.  He used it as a crutch to support his weak body and stood up with difficulty, looked at Yang Haoyu and said: "Qingmengzhai is not a demon sect, and I am not you." People who do not have a deep understanding of Qingmengzhai cannot understand Qingmengzhai, especially the host's relationship with demons.  Qin Jie has never worried about becoming one of those male protagonists in the story. "Qingmengzhai is indeed not a demon sect. With the mind of the owner, how can he care about what his disciples practice? But you are indeed not me. You just  Not a human being." The light in Yang Haoyu's eyes was already dim, like a firefly that would be killed by the cold wind at any time. At this time, it became brighter and said sternly: "You are Shura's son." For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.  piaotia.net
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