Battling Records of the Chosen One

Chapter 1321

Yun Qingbai is too proud. He can't tolerate being confronted with Kendo by himself in the Kendo duel.

Therefore, at the last moment, if you want to return a tooth for a tooth, take plundering your natural power as the source, kill yourself and sacrifice the sword, and destroy yourself.

Unfortunately, he was wrong!

Yun Qingbai was afraid that he could not think of it at all. When he made a breakthrough in physical cultivation and promoted to the king's realm, he also changed his original spiritual pulse and produced a real talent and magic power——

The abyss swallows the dome!

This is the name of the original spirit pulse, but it is also the name of a strange supernatural power implied by this natural power.

Yun Qingbai's mistake is that he thinks he can win his talent and can seek the ultimate sword path, but he is doomed to be unable to awaken the divine power of talent.

Because the abyss swallows the dome, it doesn't belong to him after all.

Just like the sword whirlpool in front of him, it had a powerful swallowing power, but in Lintian's eyes, it was like teaching others to teach axes!

Boom~

If the sword spirit of the tide is coming, it is strong enough to easily erase some peerless overlords in the world.

But Lintian could not be touched.

This scene makes Yunqing's white face more and more iron blue. The originally firm and incomparable Taoist heart is turbulent at this moment.

He doesn't believe it!

Not willing!

"It's impossible!"

Yun Qingbai's hair looks crazy.

After 60 years of practice, a sword that gathers all his life's efforts can't hurt even one hair of the other party, which is a heavy blow to Yun Qingbai!

"This is called cocooning yourself. Your strength doesn't belong to you after all, but you always believe in it."

Lintian looked more and more insipid.

"Impossible!"

Yun Qingbai roared. At the moment, he no longer has the style of a generation of peerless sword repair. He seems to be in a turbulent mood and unstable state of mind.

"Impossible? Then I'll show you what the real abyss swallowing dome is!"

Suddenly, Lintian's body glowed. Suddenly, an abyss emerged, as big as the boundless, and its depth was immeasurable. There was a vision of the collapse of the sky, floating and sinking in it.

Endless stars, annihilated in them!

In an instant, the Kendo whirlpool was like stagnation, violent rolling, signs of collapse, buzzing and whining.

"You see, the power you took away can only bow down before me. Do you think it still belongs to you?"

Lintian's black hair was flying and his words were plain, but his words were like a heavy hammer, beating on Yun Qingbai's heart.

His face changed violently, he was angry and unwilling, his lips were bleeding, and his eyes were staring at Lintian, which was still hard to accept.

In the end, one's life's Tao industry does not belong to him. That taste, just like what one wants in this life, is like a mirror, which is enough to collapse any monk!

Poof!

Finally, Yun Qingbai coughed up blood and looked pale.

In the previous battle, he had been seriously injured. Now, he gathered his whole life's efforts in one sword and exhausted all his energy.

Now he suffered such a blow again, which made his whole person show a sign of impending collapse.

To Lintian's surprise, just a moment later, Yun Qing's white face became calm again!

"Perhaps this is retribution."

He took a deep breath, and his waist was still as straight as a sword, just like his pride.

"No, it's not retribution, and I never believe in retribution."

Lintian said categorically, "if there is retribution, you Yun Qingbai should have died after killing my Lin family's direct relatives, but in the end... You are still alive and live more brightly than anyone else. Since then, I know that there is no retribution in the world, so I only believe in myself!"

Yun Qingbai was stunned and said, "maybe what you said is right. The theory of retribution doesn't exist at all..."

He didn't know what he had remembered, and his face was uncertain, showing a chilling hatred.

"Yes, there is no retribution..."

For a long time, Yun Qingbai murmured. He raised his hand and suddenly inserted it into his chest. With a chi, his skin opened and his flesh burst, and his blood burst like a spring.

When he took out the palm of his hand, there was an additional section of Yingying luminous spirit pulse, which was soaked in the bright red blood water.

"Do you think I covet your talent..." Yun Qingbai lowered his head and stared at the palm of his hand. His chest was broken by himself, but he seemed unaware.

Only in the eyes, there is a painful luster.

Tick! Tick!

Drops of blood slipped from his chest and fingers. The scene was particularly bloody and seeping, which made Lintian frown.

"Unfortunately, you are not me after all. Naturally, you don't understand. I Yun Qingbai didn't want to embark on the road of cultivation at the beginning!"

When Yun Qingbai said this, his voice suddenly became excited and crazy, as if he was venting his innermost feelings.

Lintian looked indifferent.

He will not sympathize with the enemy, never.

Poop!

Yun Qingbai seemed to be weak. After all, he couldn't help it. He sat in the void, but his waist and spine were still straight.

He looked up, ignored the bloody wound on his chest, and looked at Lintian. His look also became very complex, like relief and self mockery: "I haven't been so rude for a long time, but unexpectedly, it will be in front of you."

"Regret?" Lintian said.

Yun Qingbai shook his head: "I have never regretted acting in this life, even now."

Speaking of this, he suddenly said seriously, "in fact, we are all the same kind of people, but you have a choice, but I... Have no choice..."

In the end, he looked lost and sat there stunned, as if recalling his past experience.

"Give it back to you."

For a long time, Yun Qingbai raised his head with difficulty, spread out his palm, and exposed the original spiritual pulse of Yingying white light.

Lintian grabbed it and took it in his hand, but he didn't look at it. His palms and fingers worked hard and crushed it into light and rain.

Yun Qingbai was stunned: "didn't you kill me just to get it back?"

"In your eyes, this thing is like your Avenue, which is heavy, but for me, it doesn't matter and doesn't damage my way!"

Lintian said calmly, "when I decided to revenge, I only had one idea. You Yun Qingbai... Must die!"

Yun Qingbai burst out laughing, as if laughing at himself.

"Thank you very much. You still have the patience to wait until now. Before I die, can you promise me a small request?" He looked up at Lintian.

Lintian was silent for a moment and said, "say."

Yun Qingbai seemed very pleased. Then, an unspeakable look of arrogance, pride and flying appeared in his eyebrows.

In a trance, he seemed to restore the style of the peerless sword repair, and said word by word: "I wish I would die on your strongest blow!"

Lintian was surprised when he raised his eyebrows.

"Good!"

He promised.

Boom!

An abyss emerges and spreads into the void. There are all kinds of roads, floating and sinking in it. There are unparalleled fighting forces gathered in it.

There was Lintian's will, imprinted in it!

Yun Qingbai looked up at the scene, his eyes showed obsession and admiration, and a slight sigh came out of his lips.

If you die in this way, you can close your eyes!

Boom!

That abyss can engulf the sky and sink into the sea of stars.

At the moment, only yunqingbai was buried.

On the verge of death, yunqingbai could not help but think of the scenes of that year——

……

It was a cold winter, heavy snow.

The four-year-old village boy staggered, stepping on the snow and heading home.

It was too cold. The boy in his shabby cotton padded jacket was blue with cold, and his teeth trembled. He accelerated his steps.

Because I'll be home soon.

My mother must have cooked the porridge already. My father should still be worried. After all, it takes a lot of money to go to school.

The family was very poor. The boy knew from an early age, but no matter how poor he was, his parents never wronged him, which made him very sensible and obedient when he was young. He never wanted his parents to worry about himself.

But when he got home, the boy was stunned.

The courtyard was covered with a thick layer of snow, but there were two bloody bodies lying quietly on the snow, a man and a woman.

The man is yellow and skinny. His eyebrows are full of wind and frost. He is a hunter in the village. The woman has soft eyebrows and eyes. She is a hardworking poor peasant woman.

In the stove, a pot of porridge has been boiled, emitting an attractive aroma, but it can't hide the thick blood in the courtyard.

It was snowing in the sky. The boy felt for the first time that this winter was so cold.

"It's really a natural sword bone. It's a rare sword Repair Wizard for thousands of years!"

A man in a gray robe appeared in front of the boy and hugged him. His big hand rubbed him with a smile on his face.

"Come with me, take you to practice and ask!"

The grey robed man picked up the boy and strode forward. The boy looked numb and didn't say a word from beginning to end. Only his eyes stared at the fading courtyard.

In the courtyard, the snow is like silver and the blood is like fire.

His parents are lying there forever

……

At the age of nine, the boy had become the most famous sword repair prodigy of Tongtian sword sect. Some older people were ashamed of the speed of his practice.

"Where's the little bird? Where's my little bird? Who saw it?"

On this day, the boy went crazy and was looking for a little sparrow. It was a sparrow he raised. It was very ordinary, just like him when he was four years old.

"It's just a flat haired beast. Don't let foreign objects affect your sword heart."

The man in the gray robe appeared again and announced coldly. In his hand, he randomly carried the body of a sparrow and shook it in front of the boy.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and in his eyes flashed an irrecoverable hatred.

……

At the age of thirteen.

The boy has grown into a teenager, showing his peerless edge and amazed the world.

"Huang Ying, take your sword and let's kill the demon."

The boy planned to go out and, as usual, told the maid.

But this time, I didn't hear the voice of the maid Huang Ying for a long time.

The young man frowned and was a little unhappy, but before long, he was silent. He saw a body, which was upright and placed in the courtyard.

The young man said nothing and stared at him. He thought of the little bird killed at the age of nine, the heavy snow at the age of four, and his parents lying on the bloody snow.

After that day, the boy found that no matter who met him, he dared not contact him again.

Avoiding oneself is like avoiding plague.

——

PS: refresh, see Chapter 3.