Chapter 604

Even in March, he didn't pay attention to him. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and waved his sleeves gently. There was a clear wind around his body, but it was as clean as before in a moment.

Ping Yongjia in the side hall had secretly got off the soft couch and looked nervously at the outside through the window. Seeing this picture, she couldn't help but marvel. She thought it was much more beautiful than the master and sisters washing their faces with sword fire.

At this time, people noticed that her hair was very long and fell to her waist, but she usually wore an ordinary bun and couldn't see it.

The breeze blew her long black hair, like a waterfall, which was very beautiful.

"It seems that you did kill a lot of people. Your technique is good."

Even March looked at Kou Qingtong and said expressionless, but everyone could hear her appreciation.

The winner's appreciation of the loser is grace, but the loser's appreciation of the winner is so strange.

Kou Qingtong looked into her eyes and said slightly, "at that moment, I saw the regret in your eyes."

Even March said, "I do regret it."

Regret what? Regret knowing Jingyang? Or should we regret standing up against the Zhongzhou faction?

Then everyone heard her next sentence.

"I've never been afraid of injury, but I never like injury. Injury may make ordinary people burn their war spirit, but my war spirit will never decrease, so I don't need it. Injury can only weaken me, so I should take the first shot just now."

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

What's the meaning of this?

You don't like getting hurt, so you should do it first?

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

Lian March is certainly qualified to say such a thing, but her opponent today is the strong man of blood demon sect thousands of years ago. She is Kou Qingtong, who can only be subdued by the ancestors of white blade!

She had no fear, but was a little unhappy because of her injury. How confident and strong she was!

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The breeze walked slowly on the square, holding the green silk, just like the fingers of that year.

Well nine looked at her waterfall like black hair. Her eyes were full of appreciation. I didn't know whether it was for hair or people.

Tong Yan thought he liked Zhao Layue's messy short hair, so he told master Ming that cutting ah Piao's hair short might be more pleasing to him.

Only those on Shenmo peak knew that he had always hoped that Zhao Layue would have long black and beautiful hair.

As for the battle between the company and Kou Qingtong in March, Jing Jiu had no worries.

She never lost, except with him.

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Kou Qingtong stared into Lian March's eyes and gradually became serious.

An extremely strong smell of blood and a real sense of killing gradually accumulated between the two of them, and then spread around.

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

The eunuchs and secret guards hiding on the other side of the palace wall were pale and felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Officials in the hall also felt their hearts beat faster for several minutes.

Even gold offerings and cattle offerings frown slightly and protect their heart with the vitality of heaven and earth, so as to ensure that they will not miss all the details of the field.

Ping Yongjia took a chair and sat in front of the window. He pushed open the window with a cup of tea in his hand and made all the preparations for the play.

"It is said that you are the most murderous and murderous person in 600 years?" Kou Qingtong said, staring into Lian March's eyes.

Even March said, "good."

"A thousand years ago, I was the one who killed the most." Kou Qingtong looked more serious than ever and asked, "have you calculated how many people you have killed?"

Lian March said, "what's good for such a thing?"

Kou Qingtong's face showed disappointment and even anger, and said, "do you still feel uncomfortable because of killing?"

Lian March said, "no, I just don't think it's important."

Kou Qingtong was puzzled and said, "isn't this an honor?"

Even March thought for a while and said, "I'm never proud of killing, only proud of being able to kill."

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

Like heaven and earth.

"I won't let you fight first. Now you can try my fist."

Even March finished this sentence and took a breath casually.

Countless heaven and earth vitality came to her, went in from her nose, and then gently spit out from her lips.

The breeze curls around the body and gently brings up black hair.

Black hair fluttered, but it seemed to cut the space.

With a light bang, the newly formed broken spaces were smashed by a small fist.

The fist continued to move forward, rubbing the air, making an increasingly terrible scream, and then suddenly silent. Kou Qingtong looked dignified and murmured to himself, "damn... How so strong?" Even the fist of March disappeared in the sight of everyone, and it also disappeared in heaven and earth. The same is true of her people. On the vast palace square, there is only a gentle morning wind and a few green leaves rotating with the wind. Suddenly, those green leaves turned into the smallest pieces and went with the wind. At the same time, a very thin line appeared in the square. The thin line emits light, but the light has no time 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 just now is like a meteor falling from outside, with unimaginable power and extremely cold magic breath. Even the blow in March was much more insipid, but it could not be avoided at all. The great powers in the spiritual world can avoid lightning because they see the light of lightning in advance. Who can avoid the light itself? Kou Qingtong was extremely vigilant, and the magic breath was great. The secret method of the blood demon sect broke out. Countless smells like smoke and dust were scattered from his hands and wrapped around him like black and red silk. The light suddenly disappeared, and even March appeared in front of him, and his fist fell on the magic breath like smoke and satin. With the sound of tearing the silk, the black and red magic breath suddenly split, and then fell powerlessly and floated towards the sky. Even this fist in March is really very simple, not to mention the mysterious meaning of Taoism and Jinghu Zhendao. It can't even talk about the move style, just like the simplest boxing technique that people who practice martial arts first learned. But even the secret method of the blood demon sect could not stop the fist for a moment! The fist continued to move forward, like a girl in an escort agency's yard and her senior brothers, easily broke through Kou Qingtong's hands and fell on his chest. A soft snap. No thunder. Kou Qingtong's body is slightly heavy, his messy hair floats forward, and countless small cracks appear in his clothes. That's because he was hit so fast that his hair and clothes didn't react. His clothes rubbed against the air, carrying fire lines, and then gradually cracked, revealing his scarred body. With a dull bang, he broke the palace wall and flew out. There was a huge gap in the palace wall, but he couldn't stop. He continued to fly to the south of the imperial city. There was smoke and dust all the way. I don't know how many houses collapsed. There was a vibration on the ground. The Tianmen gate trembled slightly. There were many smoke and dust between the beams and columns, and a pit appeared on the hard stone wall. From that pit to the Palace Square, there is a straight deep ditch, in which nothing can exist. Kou Qingtong's lower body was trapped in a deep ditch. His upper body leaned against the stone wall of Yingtianmen and looked at the morning glow in the sky. His eyes were very strange, confused and angry. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.