Chapter 487

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Passing through Brahma's abdomen was naturally the wooden stick spear that Qinglong had just held. The spear pierced through his abdomen, leaving behind a dark blood hole. Blood was constantly pouring out of the blood hole, puffs of blood, which quickly infested Brahma's clothes into bright red, and left some on the ground. Ground.

Such a huge injury is naturally fatal.

Even Innate Expert, facing such an injury, there is almost no rescue, and can only wait for death.

So Brahma immediately fell to her knees, and within two minutes she fell to the ground, lying on her four limbs, looking at the sky. At this moment, his eyes were still full of disbelief, as if he was still thinking about the fight just now, he was killed by Qinglong before he understood how he was.

He is also a dignified and upright Innate Expert, and his cultivation is not a bit false. Moreover, he had fought against Tsukahara Buden before, and Tsukahara Buden couldn't do anything with him.

But how did he get to Qinglong so completely defeated?

What he showed was the strongest and most subtle martial art in the Indian teaching. He had 3 heads and 6 arms. As a result, all the methods became paper tigers in front of Qinglong. This seemingly ordinary and ordinary road, using one Burning the fire stick stabbed him through!

"Why? Why? Why!" Brahma kept chanting these words, she couldn't figure it out, and she didn't want to believe that she was going to die here today.

He still wants to turn defeat into victory, which is shameful before Yixue.

His attack just now didn't work, and it also brought injuries to Qinglong, and even just a little bit, he was able to scratch Qinglong's neck alive.

But, just a little bit, just a little bit.

As the so-called difference is 1000 li, this sentence can not be more suitable for martial arts. It seemed that he was almost able to kill Qinglong, but Qinglong managed to kill him, and the difference in strength between the two of them was just a little bit.

But it was not the case. He knew exactly how big the difference in strength between him and Qinglong was. This gap. Not at all younger than when she was defeated by Qinglong.

"In the end...you won." The abdomen was penetrated, and eventually the blood in the body began to come out of Brahma's mouth due to breathing, and soon his mouth was filled with plasma.

He said this intermittently, in his eyes full of unwilling anger. The strongest Expert in Indian,

Brahma, who came to the island country after killing the Lion King and Ovilia for half a month, died.

When the Lion King saw Brahma's death, he was finally relieved. This also included the Vatican bitter cultivation Ovilia who had been severely injured and had lost his combat effectiveness.

This is more than half a month. Brahma is like a chasing lock, has been chasing behind them two firmly, can't rest for a moment, and is in danger of losing his life at any time.

Now, this danger is finally lifted.

Seeing Qinglong's left shoulder being torn to flesh and blood, the Lion King walked over and asked: "Your injury does not matter, right?"

Qinglong shook his head without changing his face, and said without taking seriously: "This injury is nothing, it doesn't get in the way."

The Lion King took a close look and found that Qinglong's injury was indeed serious. In fact, it was not very deep, it was just a skin injury, so I felt relieved.

"I think you haven't changed much in your personality over the years. I thought you would become a real old facetious Old Daoist after you have been a weed priest for so many years." The Lion King joked, Unable to Bear. "Also, why are you so good? According to the news I got, you have reached the level of Innate Expert. It takes only two or three years. The cultivation base at the Gang Jin level is not high. How can you beat Brahma with a stick? Stabbed to death?"

"Wait one day you enter the Innate level. You will understood." Qinglong said.

"How do I feel that this sentence is like what the elders said when they instructed the younger generation to practice?" The Lion King was a little uncomfortable.

Qinglong didn't joking with the Lion King anymore, but his expression became more serious than he had ever done when he killed Brahma.

His eyes were already gloomy not far away, but now the situation is very bad, I don't know what Tsukahara Buden is thinking about. Then he moved to Yagyū Munenori, the former Old Acquaintance and love enemy.

For Yagyū Munenori, Qinglong does not have such a big hatred for Brahma. Although the two were considered rivals in love at the beginning, they did not ignite the contradiction and did not get to the point of irreconcilable.

"You seemed to be asking...Is Yuki dead?" Qinglong's eyes stayed on Yagyū Munenori for a few seconds before he asked.

"Yes."

"What do you mean by this sentence? Yuki died that year. It is well known. You also saw that Yuki died in the hands of Tsukahara Buddhism. Why would you ask such ridiculous questions?" Qinglong frowned.

His eyes were filled with disdain and disbelief. But in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a wave of excitement and expectation.

It seemed that he was expecting what Yagyū Munenori said was true, not false.

Aoki Yuki did not die. What they saw back then was an illusion, or something magical happened later that made Aoki Yuki turn to life.

For so many years, Qinglong has not been in contact with the outside world. He has always been at the foot of Maoshan as his weed priest. Even Tiger King has brewed countless collections of fine wines, which he has never seen. The root cause is that he still hasn't let go of Aoki Yuki in his heart?

"I thought so at the beginning. But later, someone saw Yuki's whereabouts on Mount Fuji, and he did see a big living person. Of course, and from her figure and temperament, the other party has a 10% chance ." Yagyū Munenori said.

Qinglong pressed the emotions deep in his eyes into his heart, UU reading www.uukanshu. com frowned and asked, "There are a lot of similar people in this world, are you mistaken?"

"Yes, there are many people who look alike in this world, maybe they all have exactly the same length. But..."

Yagyū Munenori stopped here when he said, turned his head and looked towards Tsukahara Buden, before continuing to ask: "But he is also a member of Jianghu, who has the cultivation base, and also walks with Tsukahara Buden, not many. Right?"

Buden Tsukahara's body trembled invisibly, but still half-closed his eyes, only sneered to show disdain, and did not speak.

But at this time, the excitement that Qinglong suppressed in his heart was finally unable to bear. He gave a low cry, beckoned, and the stick and spear inserted into the trunk flew back into his hand.

Holding a bloody spear stick, he looked at Yagyū Munenori and said coldly, "I ask you, where is Yuki now?!"

[Well, 4 is still done! It’s almost 3 in the morning, so sleepy~

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