Chapter 1321: I want to die under your strongest blow.

Yun Qingbai is too proud. He can't tolerate being confronted by the kendo when he is confrontation in the kendo.
Therefore, at the last moment, if you want to repay your teeth, you will use your own talents to slay your sword and kill yourself.
Unfortunately, he is wrong!
Yun Qingbai was afraid that he couldn’t think of it at all. When he rebuilt his body and made a breakthrough to advance to the kingdom, he also changed with the origin and spirit, and he produced a real talent.
Da Yuan swallows!
This is the name of the original source, but it is also the name of a strange supernatural power created by this talent.
And Yun Qingbai is wrong, he thinks he can win his talent, can rely on this to seek the ultimate sword, but he is destined to be unable to awaken the talent.
Because the great abundance, after all, does not belong to him.
Just like the whirlpool of the kendo in front of you, with powerful and powerful devouring power, you can look in the eyes of Lin, this is like a squad!
Rumble~
If the sword of the tide is coming from the impact, then the strength is enough to easily obliterate some of the world's most dominant hegemons.
But I can't get a trace of Lin.
This scene, let Yunqing white face more and more iron, the original strong heart, the turbulence at this moment.
He does not believe it!
Not willing!
"This is impossible!"
Yun Qingbai's white hair is distributed like crazy.
When I practiced for sixty years, I gathered a sword of my life, but I couldn't even hurt the other person's hair. This is a heavy blow to Yun Qingbai!
"This is called self-restraint, your strength, after all, does not belong to you, but you have been firmly convinced."
Lin Xun’s look is even more dull.
"impossible!"
Yun Qingbai, at this moment, no one generation of peerless sword repair style, it seems emotional, and the mood is not stable.
"Impossible? Then I will let you see what it is, what is the real abyss!"
In the meantime, Lin seeks the body to shine, and suddenly, a big bang emerges, and if it is innocent, it is deep and infinite, and there is a vision of collapse of the sky, floating in it.
Endless stars, annihilated in it!
In an instant, the whirlpool of the kendo is like a stagnation, violently rolling, showing signs of collapse, and screaming.
"You see, the power that you have taken away can only be bowed to me in front of me. Do you think it belongs to you?"
Lin looked for black hair fluttering, his words were dull, but the words were like hammers, and they beat the heart of Yun Qingbai.
His look changed dramatically, his anger was unwilling, his lips were bleeding, his eyes were staring at Lin Xun, and he was unacceptable.
A lifetime of life, but in the end it does not belong to oneself, the taste, as this life seeks, are mirrors and waters, enough to make any monk collapse!
puff!
In the end, Yun Qingbai coughed blood and his face became dim.
In the previous battle, he was already seriously injured. Now, he has gathered his life and blood in a sword and exhausted everything.
At this moment, he suffered such a blow, so that his whole person showed a sign of impending collapse.
This is what makes Lin look unexpected. Just a moment, Yun Qingbai looks calm again!
"Maybe, this is retribution."
He took a deep breath and his waist was still like a sword, just like his pride.
"No, this is not retribution, and I never believe in retribution."
Lin searched for it. "If there is retribution, you Yunqing white should kill me after the first time, and then you should be retribution, but in the end... you are still alive, and you are more dazzling than anyone else. From then on. I know that there is no retribution in this world, so I only believe in myself!"
Yun Qingbai said, half a voice said: "Perhaps, what you said is right, retribution said, there is no such thing..."
He didn't know what was going on, and his look was faint, revealing a chilling hate.
"Yes, no retribution..."
For a long time, Yun Qing white muttered, he raised his hand, violently inserted into his chest, slamming, the skin opened flesh, blood like a spring spray.
When he pulled out his palms, he had a glimpse of the radiant glow, and was immersed in the bright red blood.
"Do you think that I am greedy for your talents?" Yun Qingbai bowed his head and stared at the palm of his hand. His chest was broken by himself, but he seemed to be unaware.
Only in the eyes, the pain of incomparable pain is revealed.
Tick! Tick!
A drop of blood, falling from his chest and fingers, the scene, it is particularly and infiltrating, so Lin can not help but frown.
"Unfortunately, you are not me after all, naturally do not understand, I am celebrating the white, at the beginning did not even think about embarking on the road of practice!"
When Yun Qingbai said this, the voice suddenly became excited and crazy, like the emotion that was suppressed in the deepest part of the heart.
Lin searched for indifference.
He will not sympathize with the enemy, never.
噗通!
Yun Qingbai seems to be physically weak, and after all, he did not hold back, sitting in the void, only the waist is still straight.
He looked up and suddenly ignored the wound on his chest. His eyes looked at Lin, and his look was complicated. He seemed to be free and self-deprecating. "I haven’t been so ruined for a long time, but I will be in you. before."
"Repent?" Lin sought.
Yun Qingbai shook his head: "I have acted in this life, and I have no regrets, even now."
Speaking of this, he suddenly said with a serious tone, "In fact, we are all kinds of people, just, you have the choice, and I ... did not have to choose ..."
At the end of the day, his look is already in vain, sitting there, as if recalling his past experiences.
"Back to you."
For a long time, Yun Qingbai raised his head with difficulty and spread his palms to reveal the original spirit of the white light.
Lin Xun’s detective grabbed it and took it in his hand, but he didn’t look at it. When he pressed his hand, he crushed it and turned it into light rain.
Yun Qingbai said: "You kill me, isn't it just to recapture this thing?"
"In your eyes, this thing is like your avenue, it's hard to say, but for me, it's gone, it doesn't harm my way!"
Lin searched indifferently. "From the time I decided to revenge, I only had one idea. You are celebrating... you must die!"
Yun Qing smiled blankly and seemed to laugh at himself.
"Thank you, you still have the patience to wait until now, can I promise me a small request before I die?" He looked up at Lin Xun.
Lin looked for a moment of silence and said: "Say."
Yun Qingbai seems to be very pleased, and then, his eyebrows emerged with a touch of embarrassment, pride, and flying.
In the meantime, he seems to have restored the style of the peerless sword repair, one word and one word: "I only wish, die on your strongest blow!"
Lin looked for an eyebrow, and some accidents.
"it is good!"
He promised.
boom!
A big abyss, emerges, spreads the void, has the atmosphere of all kinds of avenues, floats and sinks among them, and there is no match in the fighting force, gathered in it.
There is a will belonging to Lin Xun, branded inside!
Yun Qingbai looked up at this scene, and his eyes were obsessed with admiration and admiration, and a slight sigh in his lips.
Death in this way, when you can see!
boom!
That big abyss can swallow the sky and sink into the sea.
At this moment, only Yun Qingbai will be buried alone.
When I was dying, Yun Qing’s white mind could not help but emerge from the scene of the year.
......
It was the winter season, heavy snow.
The four-year-old village boy paced, stepping on the snow and going home.
It was too cold, and the boy who was only wearing a shabby cotton jacket had a cold cheek and his teeth trembled. He accelerated his pace.
Because I am home soon.
My mother must have already had a good porridge. My father, you should still worry about it. After all, it takes a lot of money to get yourself into school.
The family is very poor. The boy knows from an early age that he can be poorer and his parents have never been wronged. This makes him very sensible and obedient when he is young. He never wants his parents to worry about himself.
Just when I got home, the boy was stunned.
In the courtyard, covered with a thick layer of white snow, but there are two bodies, lying quietly on the snow, a man and a woman.
The man's face is yellow and thin, and the eyebrows are the color of the wind and frost. It is the hunter in the village. The woman's eyebrows are supple and she is a hardworking poor peasant woman.
In the stove, a pot of porridge has been boiled, giving off a tempting aroma, but it can't block the thick blood in the courtyard.
In the sky, heavy snow is flying, the boy feels for the first time, this winter is so cold.
"Sure enough, it is a natural sword bone, a rare sword-changing wizard!"
A gray robe man appeared in front of the boy and hugged him. The generous big hand was on his body, and his face was full of smiles.
"Follow me, ask you to practice!"
The gray robe man picked up the boy and strode forward. The boy looked stunned and didn't say a word from beginning to end. He only had eyes, staring at the courtyard that was gradually disappearing.
In the courtyard, heavy snow is like silver, and blood is burning.
His parents are always lying there...
......
At the age of nine, the boy has become the most famous sword-prodigy child in Tongtian Jianzong, and the speed of the road is so fast that some seniors are ashamed.
"Small bird, my little bird, who saw?"
On this day, the boy is like crazy, looking for a small bird, this is a sparrow he raised, very common, just like him at the age of four.
"A flat hair animal is just alive, don't let foreign objects affect your sword heart."
The gray robe man appeared again, his face declared coldly, and in his hands, he was swaying at the body of a sparrow and shaking in front of the boy.
The boy stayed for a moment, and in the scorpion, flashed the hatred that could not be concealed.
......
At the age of thirteen.
The boy has grown into a young man, showing a peerless edge and marveling the world.
"Huang Wei, bring a sword, let's kill the demon."
The teenager is going to go out, like a daily routine, to be a maid.
But this time, but for a long time did not hear the voice of the maid Huang Wei.
The teenager frowned, some unhappy, but not long after, he was silent, he saw a body, was placed in the courtyard.
The boy did not say a word, staring at it, remembering the nine-year-old, the little bird that was killed, remembered the heavy snow at the age of four, and the parents lying on the snow-covered snow.
After that day, the young boy discovered that Tongtianjianzong, no matter who he is, but whoever encounters himself, will not dare to contact himself.
Avoid yourself as if you are avoiding God.

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