Chapter 1876

Ma Qingkong inserted the Han Knife between the two of them, and replied calmly: "There are no cigarettes in the Han Knife, but there is a soul in the Han Knife!"

Ye Lingtian curled his lips, with a displeased expression on his face: "I repeat, I don't want to hear your story."

"I'm not even interested in telling you."

Ma Qingkong handed Ye Lingtian a cigarette, and whispered, "I want to talk to you about my master, Qiu Shuihan, why? Not interested?"

Lighting the cigarette in the snowstorm, Ye Lingtian pretended to be calm in the distance, and casually replied: "What are you talking about her?"

"Her past." Ma Qingkong exhaled a puff of smoke, and the door of dusty memory opened.

In the wind and snow, Ma Qingkong's voice trembled a little, telling the story of Qiu Shuihan.

After Ma Qingkong finished speaking, Ye Lingtian had a gloomy face, doubting the authenticity of Ma Qingkong's words: "How could she tell you these things?"

Ma Qingkong smiled at Ye Lingtian: "She knows who I am and what it means to me to tell me this."

"Actually, she doesn't have to. When she rescued me from those robbers, I gave him my life."

Ye Lingtian extinguished the cigarette in the snow, looking at Ma Qingkong with complicated eyes.

"You are different from Wang Shaoshao, you are not the kind of treacherous and evil person."

Ma Qingkong didn't refute: "Not only am I not that kind of treacherous and evil person, neither is my senior sister, nor is my master."

"I will never forget the way she looked at me when she saw that I even buried the robber's body."

"It was also because I buried the robber's corpse that maybe she decided to teach me the immortal technique."

Ye Lingtian frowned and patted the snow on his body, feeling a little puzzled.

"Continue to walk according to your character, it shouldn't be what it is today."

"She shouldn't let you kill people, she shouldn't let you become like this."

"Thousands of years have passed, haven't you hated her?"

Ma Qingkong looked down at her feet, the cold wind was blowing, and the woolen coat wrapped around her body.

"Actually, there was an idea for a while."

"But after thinking about it, how can I be without Master? My life belongs to her. Whatever she wants me to do, I will do."

"Actually, sometimes, some people should not be killed. If they move their hands, it means that they still have evil intentions in their hearts."

Ye Lingtian stood up and looked at Ma Qingkong: "Tell me her past, what is your intention?"

Ma Qingkong also stood up, and asked earnestly: "When you arrive at the fairy world, help her."

Seeing that Ye Lingtian remained silent, Ma Qingkong followed closely.

"Compared to senior sister, I don't have a high status in Master's heart."

"But when it comes to understanding Master, Senior Sister is not as good as me."

"Master seems resolute and cold, but in fact he is very gentle. She has come to this point because she was forced by reality."

Ye Lingtian waved his hands: "Don't explain, I know what to do."

Ma Qingkong held the last cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a sharp puff.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Lingtian was completely convinced: "I thought I was addicted to smoking. Who wants to compare with you, I haven't even graduated from kindergarten."

"I don't have a big smoking habit, but I won't be able to smoke in the future, so I enjoy it."

Ma Qingkong raised the Han knife, pouted forward.

"Having said so much, Ms. Wen should be in a hurry, let's start."

Ye Lingtian stepped on the snow, facing the direction where Wang Shaoshao fell, and sighed: "Compared to Wang Shaoshao, you don't deserve to die."

"I want to die." Ma Qingkong stopped and pulled out the Han knife, "It's right here."

Ye Lingtian responded, took a few steps forward, and drew out his cold light.

"If there is any last wish, I will try my best to fulfill it."

Ma Qingkong held the knife in both hands, and the brows were full of tenderness: "Bury this knife next to the ancient pavilion trail in Cangzhou!"

"What's that girl's name?" Ye Lingtian slowly bent down, holding the knife in his backhand, and fixed his eyes on Ma Qingkong.

"Zhang Qingqing!"

Ma Qingkong spat out three words, and that slim woman suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Ye Lingtian pressed his left hand on the snow, frowning.

"Facing the enemy in front of the battle, you must calm your mind and stabilize your mind. You let me down very much if you let your mind wander at the beginning."

Ma Qingkong smiled freely: "If that's the case, why didn't you attack?"

"That flaw is not worth my hands."

"In the next battle, if you are still like this, you won't be able to go many rounds."

Ma Qingkong took half a step forward with his right foot, raised his eyebrows, "It's a good thing you didn't attack."

Ye Lingtian's heart tightened, with lingering fears in his heart: "Yes, it's a good thing we didn't attack, otherwise we'll just wait to be beaten."

Ma Qingkong shook his head and said, "It's not waiting to be beaten, it's waiting to die."

"It's a life-and-death confrontation between us, not a competition."

Ye Lingtian was overjoyed: "You won't kill me!"

Ma Qingkong took a long and deep breath, and the dazzling celestial power began to flicker on the blade.

"If you really have this kind of thinking and confront me, the master will miss it, and the senior sister will cry to death."

Ye Lingtian finally pressed his hand on the snow-covered ground, raised his right arm obliquely, and trembled slightly.

"It's a good thing I'm not!" Ye Lingtian glanced at the long knife emitting indigo brilliance, and asked again, "Your real name is Ma Qingkong?"

"I forgot my real name, just write Ma Qingkong on the tombstone!"

Ma Qingkong squatted down, raised the saber above his head, and said in a deep voice: "Short saber is dangerous, but its combat power is still not as good as that of a long saber."

"See clearly, in the world of immortality, you have to use Han swords, not short swords."

"Otherwise, you won't even know how you died."

A burst of immortal power poured into the cold light, and at the same time as the blade of the blade was shining brightly, the blade suddenly rose sharply, and it had already turned into a Han sword.

The trembling cold light remained calm, and there seemed to be a hint of domineering air in the wind and snow.

Ye Lingtian looked at Ma Qingkong gratefully: "Thank you for reminding me."

"Don't thank me, you should thank Master, she let me come to the wilderness, it is for you."

"I, Ma Qingkong, have practiced for thousands of years, not to mention that my sword skills tend to be perfected, and I am also one of the best in the hidden world."

Having said that, Ma Qingkong looked at Wen Xingchen who stood proudly in the wind and snow.

"Maybe it's not as good as Ms. Wen's, but my sword skills should be more suitable for you than hers!"

Ye Lingtian felt the change of the cold light quietly, and said softly: "Your knife still gives me a strong sense of oppression, maybe you are the strongest opponent I have encountered so far."

"In the future, you will meet more and stronger opponents!"

Ma Qingkong turned to one side, and said in a deep voice, "It's not easy to solve this difficult problem that Master has posed for you."

"Ye Lingtian, fight here to see if you can achieve your glory in this wasteland! Watch!"

After speaking, Ma Qingkong rushed towards Ye Lingtian against the wind and snow.

The moment when he was about to reach Ye Lingtian, the long knife cut down suddenly.

Ye Lingtian turned around, and the cold light lifted from bottom to top.

when!

When the two knives intersected, the wind and snow stopped suddenly!

Ye Lingtian's figure rolled backwards, and the cold light lifted the brilliance of the corridor.

when! when! when! when! when!

Ma Qingkong held the knife in both hands, chopping up and down, stabbing left and stabbing right.

The moment Ye Lingtian's offensive was easily resolved, he took a step and rose into the air.

"kill!"

when!

Ye Lingtian held the saber in both hands, and half knelt on the ground, blocking the Han saber from the air.

"go!"

Ma Qingkong raised her right foot and kicked Ye Lingtian in the lower abdomen.

Ye Lingtian slashed down with a cold light, and before he got up, he exerted a little force on his knees and slid backward for more than 20 meters.

Swipe, swipe, swipe!

The snowflakes impacted by the force turned into iceflakes and fell to the ground continuously.

Ma Qingkong was half squatting, with her right foot protruding forward and her left leg supporting her.

With the sword pointing down, he pulled it diagonally upwards, with a gratified smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I thought the first wave of offensive would make you flustered, but I never thought that you could handle it so easily."

Ye Lingtian's hand holding Hanmang trembled slightly.

"If you can't deal with the first offensive attack freely, how can it take your life?"

Speaking of this, Ye Lingtian held the knife in both hands and raised it above his head: "You are very smart, you don't need to use your immortal power to externalize it."

Ma Qingkong almost laughed out loud: "Using my own weaknesses to attack others' strengths, how stupid am I?"

Ye Lingtian thought about it too: "You're done attacking, so it's my turn next?"

"Yes, after appreciating my attack, I will show you how I defend!"

Ma Qingkong's face suddenly sank: "Comprehend with my heart, these are all my comprehensions for thousands of years!"

"I will!" Ye Lingtian nodded emphatically, and a bright brilliance flashed across the blade.

The previously silent Tianlong danced with great excitement.

In the distance, Wen Xingchen closed his eyes in the wind and snow, and used his mind to detect every move of Ye Lingtian and Ma Qingkong.

Before the battle, she didn't have much expectation for this decisive battle.

Even just now, she felt that Ma Qingkong's knife skills were a bit rough and there was a lot to be improved.

She believes that in this world, Ma Qingkong is the out-and-out king in the field of swordsmanship, but in the world of fairy arts, there will be no place for Ma Qingkong to gain a foothold.

However, after thinking about it carefully, she suddenly realized that she was very wrong.

If Ma Qingkong's sword skills were refined, would the domineering and sharpness of the sword still remain?

Thinking about Ye Lingtian's response, what Wen Xingchen didn't understand before gradually became clear.

The dagger can be played like her, delicately and casually.

Han Dao must follow Ma Qingkong's routine.

Thinking back to the duel with Wang Shaoshao just now, a chill ran down the soles of her feet towards her heart.

If Wang Shaoshao's speed was almost the same as his own, it might not be Wang Shaoshao who fell down with the last blow, but himself.

It is no longer possible to look at warriors in this world with the previous eyes.

Their combat power is not strong, but it does not mean that their comprehension is poor, and it is not that they do not work hard, but that they are bound by the rules of space.

"This low-end world is actually not low-end. At least, the performance of the elite warriors is impressive."

Wen Xingchen had his hands behind his back, his long hair blowing up with the wind, looking at the two people who were still facing each other in the distance, he said to himself: "Ye Lingtian, will you give me a bigger surprise?"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Lingtian moved.

Wen Xingchen's eyes lit up immediately, and he praised: "What a Ye Lingtian!"

In the snowstorm, Ye Lingtian rose into the sky, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed at Ma Qingkong.

Before the knife fell, there was no arrogance or killing intent.

The moment he was about to touch Ma Qingkong, the killing intent rushed towards his face like a torrent.

Followed closely by domineering -- the domineering domineering in heaven and earth!