Chasing sound, chasing sound, he'd been doing it for so many years, and he was already tired. He was too tired to lift a finger, too tired to speak, too tired to chase anymore. What was the point of chasing sound? If he could never catch up, if he was destined to be abandoned by this person, what was the point?
The sword spirit of the Xuanling Sword did not hesitate at all, and under the guidance of Li Xiuchen, it suddenly stabbed towards Luo Jianqing's chest.
Luo Jianqing offered no resistance. He smiled faintly, his lips curled up, and he slowly closed his eyes. The sword touched his skin, cold and merciless, sending chills through his body. Numerous images flashed before his eyes: of him sleeping in that person's arms as a child, of him being sternly taught by that person as an adult, of him gradually distancing himself from her, of him hiding in his bamboo hut, watching that person meticulously instruct Li Xiuchen.
The sword pierced in little by little.
The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart was extremely loud at this moment.
"Don't bring shame to Yuxiao Peak."
"You are my eldest senior brother in Taihua Mountain. If you don't practice diligently, how can you be qualified to lead your fellow junior brothers and sisters?"
"Are you so complacent with such an achievement? Jianqing, you really disappoint me."
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"...Jianqing, you have to be more careful."
The last sentence was spoken in a low and soft voice, as if suppressing strong emotions, and it went straight into Luo Jianqing's ears.
Luo Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes, the Xuanling Sword already half an inch deep. Li Xiuchen's face was as ferocious as a demon. Seeing Luo Jianqing awake, he pounced on him with all five claws outstretched. However, a green light shone between Luo Jianqing's brows, and a four-petal lotus slowly emerged.
The next moment, the intact Frost Floating Sword appeared in Luo Jianqing's hand.
"This is my inner demon, but things are different now! Break it for me!"
The sword's light shone brightly, and an elegant blue lotus suddenly blossomed, mingling with a vast spiritual energy, piercing Li Xiuchen. Li Xiuchen screamed and vanished into nothingness. The cold wind on the Broken Love Cliff also vanished at that moment.
When Luo Jianqing opened his eyes again, he was back on the fighting stage. In front of him, Yun Rong was spewing blood, his face pale as gold, and he stumbled backwards. No one could believe that this seemingly rough and tumble man was actually a talented illusionist!
Although Yun Rong practiced the Yun family's swordsmanship, his mental strength was naturally enormous. The reason why Bai Qi was defeated by Yun Rong without even drawing his gun was because he fell into Yun Rong's illusion at the beginning of the fight.
Yun Rong's body trembled slightly. He wiped the blood from his lips and said hoarsely, "You were clearly trapped in my illusion, why..."
There was also a little blood on Luo Jianqing's chest. Although the sword that pierced his heart was just an illusion, as long as Luo Jianqing believed it, it would be reflected in reality. This was Yun Rong's unique move, "Four Illusions Shadow Kill".
Luo Jianqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yun Rong solemnly, and said: "Because, some things are really different."
This time, Luo Jianqing took out the Frost Floating Sword and looked at his opponent with a serious expression. He sighed softly and said, "Thank you for allowing me to see something buried deep in my heart and for strengthening my Dao heart. You are a worthy opponent, and you deserve me to draw my sword and defeat you."
As soon as the words fell, a stunning sword suddenly swung towards Yun Rong. The sword's shadow formed a blue lotus in the air, seemingly gentle and charming, but concealing a terrifying murderous intent. Yun Rong immediately drew his sword to block, using the Yun family's "Heavenly Phoenix Divine Jade Killing" technique, but still vomited blood and flew backwards off the fighting stage.
On the fighting stage, Luo Jianqing stood proudly, with a handsome and tall figure. He just stood there quietly, but it made people hold their breath.
He swung his sword lightly, and a deep sword mark appeared on the hard fighting stage. Luo Jianqing raised his eyes, narrowed them, and spoke.
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