Chapter 1875

Above the wasteland, the wind is still howling, and the snow is still dancing.

The surrounding temperature gradually increased.

One knife and one sword, each with a move, so that the three-mile radius is at absolute zero, how strong is this power?

Only when one's cultivation has reached a certain level can one understand the power of that knife and sword just now.

Ma Qingkong understood that Wang Shaoshao was only a little short of winning, and Wen Xingchen won because he was a little faster.

Tough, the strong ones from the fairy world are only a little bit stronger than Wang Shaoshao.

Thinking about the time when Qiu Shuihan defeated the Eastern Gu Sect with his sword, it has to be said that the martial arts have been developing all the time.

The body that fell on the ground was silent, and Wen Xingchen, who was holding a short knife, stood there, silent for a while.

Touching the severed black hair, she couldn't believe it.

If it hadn't been for living for many years, after many times of life and death tempering, under the constraints of space, today's death would also be severely injured.

When did the top powerhouse in this low-end world become so terrifying?

Ma Qingkong walked over slowly, looked at Wang Shaoshao who was frozen, and was filled with emotion.

"Thousands of years ago, I would never have believed that warriors in the hidden world would be so powerful."

"Wang Shaoshao is so strong, Murong Feiyu and Zhu Shigui must be not bad."

Wen Xingchen did not answer, but adjusted his meridians, and began to adapt to the realm of the high-level peak of the immortal level.

After about a while, Wen Xingchen let out a long breath, looked at his hands, and felt deeply moved.

The power of the fairy-level high-level peak has not changed much, and it can still be like this on the basis of constant power. The venerables in this world are much stronger than before.

Seeing that Wen Xingchen was in a daze, Ma Qingkong asked, "Miss Wen, what's wrong?"

"I'm a little moved by the strength of the Venerable." Wen Xingchen replied with a smile, "The strength shown by Wang Shaoshao does not match your message."

Ma Qingkong smiled embarrassedly.

"My information has indeed deviated. From the Gaixia incident, things are a bit wrong."

"I'm summing up the reasons these days. Now that I think about it, it's probably because the Venerable loves his feathers too much, and he doesn't let go of his hands and feet when he usually fights."

"If we fought each other according to life and death, the estimation of their strength would be more accurate, and there should be more information about the Venerable."

Wen Xingchen nodded and counted.

"It's true, Zou Jiuzhou was also found out."

Ma Qingkong blushed, deeply blaming herself.

"I used to think that everything was under control, but now that I think about it, I'm just self-righteous."

Wen Xingchen explored the surrounding area with his mind, and stopped talking about the topic.

"If you fought with Wang Shaoshao just now, how many moves can solve the problem?"

"I thought it was fifty moves before, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's hard to distinguish between a hundred moves!"

Ma Qingkong looked ashamed.

"I practiced immortality thousands of years ago, and after thousands of years of comprehension, I am more emotional and rational, and my cultivation level tends to be perfect."

"To this day, the Venerable in the face of the hidden world has not yet formed an overwhelming advantage. It is unreasonable."

Wen Xingchen recalled all the fights with Wang Shaoshao, and said slowly: "This battle is a special case."

"Zou Jiuzhou hurt Wang Shaoshao very much. Perhaps it was the moment he stood in the wind and snow that he had a realization."

"And I happened to catch up, and with his determination to die, his strength must be much stronger than before."

"In addition, there are not many people who can be as cruel as him."

Speaking of this, Wen Xingchen said with great determination.

"Judging from the information you gave me, neither Murong Feiyu nor Zhu Shigui are the ones who will die."

"You can't kill them, they can only be lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

Ma Qingkong thought about it too: "It really echoes an old saying, rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry."

Wen Xingchen looked up at the gloomy sky, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"People's potential is unlimited. No one knows how strong they are until the last step."

Ma Qingkong turned his head to look into the distance, and said to Wen Xingchen, "Miss Wen, can you promise me a request?"

Wen Xingchen turned his head to look at Ma Qingkong, and said with a smile, "Brother said so, I'm out of touch."

Ma Qingkong looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, at the end, his face turned downcast: "You still call me senior brother?"

Wen Xingchen inserted the dagger into his waist, looked at Ma Qingkong, frowned and asked, "Did Linlin tell you?"

"At any rate, I am also a person who has lived for a thousand years. I just fought against Wang Shaoshao. Miss Wen's accomplishments can be said to be from this world..."

"I'm afraid ghosts don't believe it!"

Ma Qingkong held the Han knife tightly, and said firmly, "Miss Wen is stronger than Master."

"Tougher than Qiu Shuihan?" Wen Xingchen smiled strangely, "Is this all obvious?"

Ma Qingkong nodded: "Miss Wen's last move is very scary."

"Where is the fear?" Wen Xingchen asked.

"Speed! Miss Wen's speed is beyond my understanding."

"In Master's world, masters like Miss Wen are rare, right?"

Wen Xingchen smiled slightly, and answered ambiguously: "Maybe."

Ma Qingkong sighed: "Master thinks he is clever, but later he will find that she is just a pawn."

Wen Xingchen denied Ma Qingkong's statement: "I didn't make a plan, it's all a coincidence."

Ma Qingkong said excitedly: "I like this kind of coincidence, at least I can see hope again when I am in despair."

Wen Xingchen glanced at Ma Qingkong and waved his hand: "Don't talk so much, just tell me what you want."

"When Ye Lingtian kills me later, I hope Miss Wen will put my soul in this knife."

Wen Xingchen looked Ma Qingkong up and down several times, and said a word from his cherry lips: "You are stupid!"

"I'm not stupid at all, because I made promises to others before."

In the wind and snow, Ma Qingkong showed a rare innocent smile, and the vicissitudes on his face were washed away by this smile.

Wen Xingchen leaned in front of Ma Qingkong and reminded him in a good voice: "As a practitioner of immortality, you should know what it means to seal your soul in a knife."

"I know, I've been thinking about this for many years."

Ma Qingkong looked at the Han knife in his hand, and there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

"She must have been waiting too anxiously."

Wen Xingchen paused for a while before slowly saying: "If your cultivation has reached a certain stage, you should be able to..."

Ma Qingkong interrupted Wen Xingchen: "Miss Wen, not everyone can become a master, and I know exactly where my talent is."

Seeing that Wen Xingchen remained silent, Ma Qingkong continued, "Master also sees clearly."

"That's why Miss Wen took me to the wilderness even though she knew she would run into Ye Lingtian today."

"Aside from the so-called talent, I don't have a chance to make a big difference in the journey of immortality."

In the distance, a speck of smoke slowly approached, it was Ye Lingtian.

Ma Qingkong turned her head and smiled freely at Wen Xingchen.

"In this wasteland, not only Wang Shaoshao must be buried, but also me who has made mistakes and lost use value!"

"In this wasteland, not only Miss Wen must be successful, but Ye Lingtian must also be successful!"

Wen Xingchen looked at Ye Lingtian who was gradually approaching in the wind and snow, and said softly: "Ye Lingtian may not kill you."

"You are just a pawn, and you have to do it as a last resort."

"If Ye Lingtian doesn't kill me, I don't intend to live either."

Ma Qingkong held the Han knife and walked towards Ye Lingtian. In the wind and snow, his voice was floating.

"It's painful to live a thousand years without dying."

He turned around and looked at Wang Shaoshao's body. The following words seemed to be for himself.

"Wang Shaoshao understands it because he has seen through his own heart. He is strong because he has seen through himself."

"I have seen through myself a long time ago. It is better to die than to live like a walking corpse."

"The previous life was just to repay Master's kindness, because my life belongs to her."

"Now Master has decided to take my life. I am very happy because I am relieved."

In the past thousand years, whether it is bitter or sweet, only he knows the taste. Where to go, he has already made a choice.

In the snowstorm, Ye Lingtian stopped, and gave Wen Xingchen a thumbs up.

"Miss Wen's shots are still the same as before, simply and neatly."

Wen Xingchen smiled apologetically: "I originally wanted to leave him to you, but my teacher's life is hard for me."

"It's okay, there's Ma Qingkong." Ye Lingtian said so, standing face to face with Ma Qingkong.

"You have played very well with the matter on Duke Zhou's Island." Ye Lingtian's eyes flashed a trace of coldness.

Ma Qingkong stuck the Han knife on the ground: "If you don't play with flowers, you won't be who you are today. Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes!" Ye Lingtian took out Hongtashan from his pocket, took out one and threw it to Ma Qingkong.

The cigarette shone faintly, drawing a graceful arc in the wind and snow.

Ma Qingkong caught it steadily, and looked at the cigarette in his hand: "Mr. Ye has a unique way of throwing cigarettes."

Ye Lingtian also took out one and lit it: "It seems that today's battle is not easy."

"I'm also a practitioner of immortal law. If you kill my thousand-year comprehension in seconds, the face of the master will be completely lost."

Ma Qingkong took a deep puff of his cigarette, and pouted forward: "Before the battle, let's go for a walk?"

Ye Lingtian frowned: "Is there anything we can talk about?"

"Probably not." Ma Qingkong smiled at Ye Lingtian, "But I have no plans to fight you right now."

"You don't intend to do anything, but it doesn't mean I can't kill!" Ye Lingtian drew a cold light from his waist.

Ma Qingkong raised the Han knife, turned around and left: "Please go ahead."

"What!" Ye Lingtian muttered, followed, and said in an indifferent way: "I'm not interested in your story."

"I didn't say I wanted to tell you a story!"

Ma Qingkong weighed the Han knife in his hand, turned his head and smiled at Ye Lingtian: "Why do you want to tell others about your own ****?"

"It's good that you have this awareness!"

Throwing the cigarette in the wind and snow, seeing Ma Qingkong finally stopped, Ye Lingtian said, "You have something to say."

Ma Qingkong sat down with the Han Dao in his arms, and pouted to the side: "Sit down and talk."

Ye Lingtian was a little confused by Ma Qingkong.

"Aren't you tired of living a crooked life just now? Are you repenting now?"

Hearing what Ye Lingtian said, Ma Qingkong smiled: "It's not regret, I just want to smoke a few more cigarettes. If your soul is in the knife, you won't be able to taste the taste of cigarettes."

Ye Lingtian threw all the cigarettes to Ma Qingkong.

"I thought you should quit smoking. Han Daoli definitely didn't prepare cigarettes."