Chapter 1014
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Hengmu Liren did not understand Liu Yiqing's words. He did not understand why he would definitely die if he met that person. He also did not understand why Liu Yiqing said that the person in the darkness would understand.
As a young lad who had just become a powerhouse of the Divine Halls from a servant of the Revelation Institute, there were many things he did not understand. But standing in the light before the imperial city and looking at Liu Yiqing on the sedan, he could clearly feel the excitement in his soul. He knew that Liu Yiqing would be the first powerhouse he would kill.
Liu Yiqing looked around slowly. The white cloth on his face reflected the light from the top of the city wall and looked very white. He looked calm and did not feel surprised because of the silence around him.
The divine priests of the Divine Halls of West-Hill and the cultivators who were loyal to the royal family of the South Jin Kingdom were absolutely calm. The powerhouses including Zhao Sishou from the South Sea did not intend to attack Liu Yiqing. Because they knew that the battle that was about to happen could only belong to Hengmu Liren. This was a demonstration of the Divine Halls of West-Hill to the human world. It was a demonstration of the gift left by Haotian on the Peach Mountain and the indestructible eternal power of Taoism.
Hengmu Liren walked to the front of the sedan and stopped. He took out a saber from his back. The saber was very thin and looked like the Xiu sword of the Great River Kingdom. He took out the saber in an ordinary way, as if he was going to find a piece of wood and cut it into halves.
However, it was this simple movement that caused the tens of thousands of zhang of space between the night sky and the ground to change. The blade rubbed against the scabbard, giving off a light sound. The night clouds high up in the sky scattered like startled birds, revealing the crescent moon and several hundred faint stars. When he held the slender blade and pointed the blade at Liu Yiqing on the carriage, a fierce wind stirred in front of the Imperial City and waves rose in the moat.
The clouds dispersed and the night appeared. The wind blew and the water was chaotic. These were all natural phenomena. When these natural phenomena were related to human actions, it meant that the Qi of Heaven and Earth was changing rapidly.
The thin knife was unsheathed and the heaven and earth had such a strong reaction. How unfathomable was the state and Psyche Power of the young lad in indigo who was holding the knife?
The people who were watching the scene were shocked by the change of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Even the divine priests from the Divine Halls of West-Hill and Zhao Sishou were breathing heavily.
They knew that Hengmu Liren was a highly valued genius of the Divine Halls, but none of them had seen him fight. It was not until now that they realized how powerful Hengmu was!
The moonlight, the stars, and the light from the torches on the city wall fell on Hengmu Liren. His indigo robe was like the blue sky and the blade in his hand was like a burning match.
Hengmu Liren's body seemed to be burning in the blue sky. The endless Hengmu Liren's Divine light burst out from the blade!
The crowd was even more astonished. The Haotian's Liren's Action. "Tian" Hou "Yan" Yan was "Not" Shen not "Not" the Yixin.
The Haotian's Divine Light was so pure and horrifying that even the Great Divine Priest of Judgment was not as powerful as him. It had nothing to do with talent, diligence, or power of understanding. It had everything to do with Haotian himself. He was the young lad favored by Haotian. He was Haotian's gift to the human world!
Liu Yiqing could not see Hengmu Liren who was burning. But he could feel the scorching heat and the endless power contained in the Haotian's Divine Light.
The white cloth on his face seemed like it was about to burn, but his expression was still calm.
Tonight, the City of Linkang was filled with sparks and sounds of hoofbeats. The Divine Halls of West-Hill was invading. The royal family of South Jin cooperated closely with the military. The Sword Garret was gone and he was the only one left.
This was the battle that the Divine Halls of West-Hill wanted to see. Because Liu Yiqing was a truly powerful cultivator. And Hengmu Liren could only shock the world by defeating such a powerful cultivator.
The crowd was nervous and curious.
Hengmu Liren had demonstrated an unimaginable state. If his opponent was another powerful cultivator, he would definitely win. But his opponent was Liu Yiqing. The situation was different.
It was not because Liu Yiqing was the current guardian of the Sword Garret. It seemed that he might be the last guardian. Nor was it because Liu Yiqing was the younger brother of the Sage of Sword Liu Bai. It was because, as the person in the darkness said, Liu Yiqing's name would be recorded in the history of the cultivation world.
Knowing that one's name would be left behind after one's death was an incredible thing. It would allow the person who left behind his name to obtain true tranquility, tranquility at the soul level. This kind of situation was undoubtedly the best opportunity for a cultivator to achieve a breakthrough.
A few years ago, Liu Yiqing was already a Great Sword Master in the Knowing Destiny State. What about now?
Liu Yiqing's right hand was hanging by his side. His fingers were long and slender, perfect for holding a sword. His sword was right beside his hand. He could hold the hilt with just a thought.
The crowd looked back and forth between Liu Yiqing's hand and the hilt nervously.
Hengmu Liren did not pay attention to the crowd. His dark and slightly rough face showed no emotion. He looked at Liu Yiqing indifferently through the Divine Flame.
In his opinion, Liu Yiqing was barely qualified to be his opponent. But if he had the choice, he would definitely not choose Liu Yiqing. After all, Liu Yiqing was not Liu Bai.
The opponent that Hengmu wanted to challenge should still be in Chang 'an.
He was the opponent that the Divine Halls had arranged for him. More precisely, he was the opponent that the Abbey Dean had arranged for him. Therefore, even though he felt bored, he still came.
"Raise your sword and go to hell."
With that, Hengmu Liren chopped at Liu Yiqing's head.
His expression was very calm, as if he was doing something very ordinary. However, he himself did not notice that when he said those words, his voice was slightly trembling, because he was a little nervous and a little excited.
His target was the person in Chang 'an who also used a chopper. But how could he not be excited when he killed Liu Yiqing, a powerful swordsman a few months ago?
Liu Yiqing sensed his emotion. He raised his head and looked at Hengmu Liren.
He did not look at Hengmu Liren through the white cloth. Even though Hengmu was surrounded by the Divine Flame and looked extremely solemn and sacred, like a real god walking out from the murals in the Divine Halls.
Liu Yiqing looked at the pale little emperor on top of the city wall.
Hengmu Liren was also pale. Not because of fear, but because of anger. He did not understand why Liu Yiqing did not look at him even though he was blind.
I am going to kill you. Why don't you look at me? I am excited and nervous because I am going to kill you. Why don't you look at me? I am the most powerful cultivator of the new generation in Taoism. Why don't you look at me? I am the divinity left by Haotian in the human world. How dare you not look at me? How dare you look down on me?
Liu Yiqing held the hilt and stabbed forward.
He still did not look at Hengmu Liren. He was still looking at the little emperor on the city wall.
Because he did not stab Hengmu Liren, but the little emperor.
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