Liu Qi was galloping on the official road with a quick horse, thinking about returning to the countryside soon. As for who the "Demon Star" was and whether it would be the target of this operation, Liu Qi did not think about it. Since even the owners of the countryside could not stop the enemy's edge, what could they change with their own strength alone?

Racing is easy to cause accidents, but racing is actually even more dangerous. Liu Qi, who does not abide by traffic rules, will soon get a grudge.

A simple tripping rope was crossed in the middle of the avenue. Liu Qi, who was determined to accelerate, had no time to brake and was thrown out.

Of course, Liu Qi is a top-notch master with full energy and spirit. Naturally, he would not directly break a few ribs like a miscellaneous cavalry on the battlefield and die tragically under the ruthless iron hooves. He flipped into the air, like a roc spreading its wings, and landed steadily on the ground.

With a "choking" sound, Liu Qi pulled out his long knife and glanced around vigilantly. Seeing the dense forests on both sides, but there was no murderous aura, he couldn't help but feel something.

With his sword closed and his fists held, Liu Qi said loudly: "Liu Qi is in Xiabadao Villa. I don't know which master is making such a boring joke with Zaixia. Please show up and make friends."

"Drink! The Liu family's child! I'm also worthy of making friends with me? It's okay to let Liu Jingtao come!"

An arrogant voice came from all directions, and Liu Qi was sweating in his heart. Such sound attack technique, the person who came was probably even better in his cultivation than the second owner!

"Senior, please show up and see me. Hiding like this will make you lose your identity!" Liu Qiqiang calmed himself down, and after all, he was a man of all kinds of battles. Even if he knew he was defeated, he would not lose his courage.

The "Senior" walked out of the dense forest. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a young man in white who was not as weak as the one in the weak! When he saw the boy's appearance clearly, Liu Qi took action in shock!

"Sword Madman"!

Without a word of nonsense, just "draw a knife to cut off the water" and rub your body and go up.

Everyone knows that "drawing a knife to cut off the water and flowing more", but Liu Fuyun turned around to take his meaning back then. In the old age, he created a set of "water-cutting knife technique". Even Master Liu Wu praised it and said, "Although the knife technique on this road is too sharp, the changes are slightly insufficient, it is enough to be called first-class."

Who is Liu Wuye? If you can get first-class evaluation in his mouth, it is definitely unique.

A knife is a first-class knife, and a person is also a first-class person. Unfortunately, he met Chu Xiang, who had already stepped into the innate world.

A ray of silver suddenly appeared, like a thunderbolt that broke through the clear sky!

Fast, really fast.

At this moment, Liu Qi suddenly had the same thoughts as the "Thousand-Handed Fox" before his death. Can anyone really stop that sword that is faster than lightning?

After his heart became ruthless and completely let go of the three-point later power, Liu Qi injected all the pure internal energy that had been practicing diligently for more than 40 years into this "drawing the knife and cutting the water". He used attacks to attack and burned the boat. This determination actually made Liu Qi gain a new understanding of the sword technique that he had practiced for twenty years.

If the Kanglong regrets, it will not last long! It’s a pity that the sword has been exhausted, just like the past, it’s too late to regret.

Looking at the dazzling light in front of him, Liu Qi knew that he had lost. The victory or defeat was decided before taking action. The difference in strength between the two sides was too big. Failure means death. After thinking about this, his heart became calm. When people were about to die, they would always think of those people or things that were most important to him. However, what Liu Qi thought of was not the owners of the manor, his mentor, or even the girl he once loved deeply, but just a lonely tomb, the lonely tomb that he would be drunk on it every year.

Summer is coming again. I wonder if anyone will clear the weeds on the grave.

The perseverance engraved on his face suddenly turned into tenderness, and even the long sword that never returns was touched with a hint of regret.

If I give me another chance, even if I betray the villa where I gave birth to me and raised me, I will take you away. If I give me another chance, even if I watch you throw myself into the arms of others, I will make you happy. If I give me another chance, even if I face that powerful teacher like God, I will draw the long sword in my hand for you. It turns out that I just want you to be happy...

Liu Qi's sword changed, no longer moving forward, no longer resolute, and a little regretful. The sword light that was originally aged 100 feet shattered!

A circle of ripples that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye are swept around the blade, not the aura! not the sword force! That is, a kind of intention!

In Chu Xiang's sharp eyes, his dark pupils suddenly shrank, and the ant-like sword disciple on the opposite side suddenly became strange! The long sword that had dissipated all its glory and the trembling long sword became even more terrifying than the sharp sword that had realized the realm of returning to all things! Because the knife was covered with a layer of "intention" that was hard to see in the naked eye!

If Liu Qi still had consciousness at this moment, if Liu Qi was still awake at this moment, I was afraid the ending would be rewritten!

Seeing the other party's eyes that were obviously becoming unsightly because of immersed in memories, Chu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he couldn't control the knife intention!

Chu Xiang's sword finally pierced into Liu Qi's heart, but he looked down at his bloody left arm and fell silent.

(Is this "meaning"?)

Looking at the disciple of Badao who had never heard of his name before, Chu Xiang suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

He bent down and blocked several meridians in Liu Qi's body, and then injected a calm internal force into his body, temporarily hanging him in one breath.

"Do you have your last words?" The voice was still so cold, but it seemed like there was a little more admiration when you listened carefully.

"No, don't hurt Qi Fei." Liu Qi's voice was hoarse when he grabbed the red-colored sleeve of the boy in front of him tightly.

Silence for a moment.

"I promise you." Chu Xiang's face was still solemn, but his unruly eyes had a slight fluctuation.

"Thank you, thank you." Liu Qi closed his eyes with relief, slowly reminiscing about the past and enjoying the last time.

After gently putting down the dying person, Chu Xiang stood up and sighed in slightest.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard Liu Qi on the ground seemingly murmuring something.

"Little brother, if, if, if you have someone you love, don't let her cry..."

Looking back at Liu Qi's breath dissipated, the dreamlike words remained in his ears.

"Don't let her cry?"

(It turns out that this is what you understand, but unfortunately it is not suitable for me.)

He took out a bleeding-resistance spray and sprayed it at the wound a few times, and the blood stopped completely. It is worthy of being a masterpiece provided by the Lord God.

The weather in summer is changing, and the sky is clear just now, and a strong wind suddenly blew.

A large cloud gathered in the blue sky, and thunder suddenly sounded, and heavy rain fell from the sky.

A snow-white and slender figure passed away in the rain, leaving only a cold corpse.

Don't let her cry...
Chapter completed!