This sigh was clear and shallow, like the water on the flower. The reflection of the flower on the water came from the depths of the night, washing the quiet night even more clean. The bright moon hanging in the night sky became even cleaner, like the ruins of the Imperial City filled with dust. Because of this, the weeping willow gently brushed the surface of the river, as if nothing had happened tonight.
After hearing the sigh, people reacted differently. Some were shocked, some were afraid, some were silent, and some were pale. They quietly retreated to the back of the crowd, because they knew that the person in the darkness must be from the Tang Empire, from the Academy of Chang 'an, but they didn't know who he was.
Long Qing knew who it was. Looking at the source of the sigh in the night, he knew that the person was not there. His expression became extremely solemn. Many years ago, at the foot of the Snow-capped Peak in the Wilderness, the person appeared with a sigh and ended a war between the Taoism and the Devil's Doctrine. Years later, in the White Tower Temple, the person appeared again with a sigh and trapped the preaching priest of the Xuankong Temple and let Ning Que and Sangsang go. Tonight, the person sighed and appeared again. What would he do?
The dying Liu Yiqing smiled after hearing the sigh. It was not because he finally found someone or proved something, but because he was sure that his wish would come true.
Hengmu Liren also guessed who it was. Only that person in the cultivation world could break through the defense line of two thousand Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill silently and come so close to him.
He took a deep breath and the thirteen thin knives became brighter. The golden flowers in front and behind him became more magnificent. He was ready to attack the source of the sigh.
He did not reveal any fear on his face. His thin face revealed a strong desire to fight due to the rapid consumption of his divine flame. However, the excitement in his eyes had completely vanished. His expression, which had appeared particularly cruel due to his naivety, instantly became calm. No matter how proud and confident he was, he had to focus all of his energy when facing this legendary figure. Only then would he have any hope of defeating his opponent.
Long Qing looked into the darkness and said, "Let go."
This sentence was not meant for the man, but for Hengmu. Liu Yiqing was seriously injured and was about to die. Hengmu didn't want him to die. He wanted Liu Yiqing to live and endure endless torture. At this moment, the sigh that moved the mountains and rivers came from the darkness. The meaning was clear. That man wouldn't allow such a cruel thing to happen.
Hengmu was expressionless. His palm was still on Liu Yiqing's body. He looked into the darkness and said, "The Academy really sent someone here. Isn't this what the Divine Hall wants to see? Why should I let go? "
Long Qing said, "I'm waiting for Ning Que, not him."
Hengmu said, "What's the difference? They are all traitors of the Academy, and this person is much more important than Ning Que. "
Long Qing said, "A more important person must be more powerful … No matter who comes from the Academy tonight, I will try to stop him. But since it is him, it is meaningless."
In the depth of Hengmu's eyes, there were broken pieces of stars burning like a raging fire. His voice also turned into a bonfire that was blown by the wind, howling powerfully. He looked into the darkness and said, "I want to try to keep him here."
A look of pity appeared in Long Qing's eyes. He pitied Hengmu's bravery and ignorance.
At this moment, the man sighed again in the darkness. He seemed a little helpless. The so-called helplessness was like the feeling of an adult watching a child playing around. Of course, there was also some pity in it.
Hengmu clearly felt this emotion. His face turned extremely gloomy, but his mind became calmer. Since he wanted to keep his opponent here, he had to be extremely calm.
The man finally spoke, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
This kind of question would usually be asked after a duel between two powerful cultivators. The winner would look at the loser and ask this question with sympathy, which would make the audience feel that the two heroes appreciated each other. However, if this kind of question was asked before the duel, it would be full of disdain and mockery.
Hengmu did not misunderstand that the man was mocking him. Although the slow and calm tone did sound sarcastic, Hengmu knew that it was not, because the man was not that kind of person.
This question was asked to Liu Yiqing.
Liu Yiqing raised his head and looked at the City of Linkang in the darkness through the white cloth. Although he could not see it now, he had seen it many times before and remembered many details of the city.
As a cultivator, he had entered the Knowing Destiny State several years ago. As a sword master, he had gone to his death with only one sword tonight and destroyed the imperial city with one sword. He had already understood the true meaning of swordsmanship. As a man, he had killed two emperors of the South Jin Kingdom in his life and was destined to be written in history. He had no regrets.
As a person, he had fulfilled all his wishes. However, as the master of the Sword Garret and a citizen of the South Jin Kingdom, there were still many people and things that he could not let go of. He did not say too much because he believed that if the Tang Empire and the Academy could win this war, they would naturally handle it well. If not, there would probably be no South Jin Kingdom and the Sword Garret in this world. If that was the case, why should he say more?
Therefore, he did not say anything. He pressed his thin lips together and waited for the final relief with joy.
A sigh was heard again in the darkness. This sigh was full of emotion and respect, as if it was a farewell.
A gentle breeze rose from the moat and went up to the night sky. It blew away the clouds that were trying to entangle the moon and the gravel on the ground. It came to the imperial city and the sedan.
Hengmu Liren suddenly became serious. He shouted and more than ten thin swords were unsheathed at the same time. The swords shone brightly in the night wind. He held the swords horizontally with both hands and slashed at the breeze.
It was a slash against the wind! Even if you are the real breeze, you will still be cut in half by my slash! Even if you are a legend in the cultivation world, how can you pass through the Confinement formed by the Blade Intent and Divine Light?
The Bright Blade illuminated the night. Hengmu Liren's eyes were shining! His Blade Intent and Divine Light gushed out. He felt his entire body was illuminated as if he was about to fly away with the wind. He had never felt so perfect before!
However, nothing happened. The breeze was not cut off, and nothing passed through the Confinement. It was still perfect. It just stopped in the darkness and looked so lonely.
Because before he waved his blade, the breeze had already passed by. Before he used the Confinement formed by the Blade Intent and Divine Light, the figure had already appeared in front of the sedan. Before he launched his perfect strike, the battle was already over.
A scholar stood in front of the sedan. He wore an old cotton-padded jacket covered with dust. There was a wooden stick in his belt and an old book. He looked gentle, just like a common private tutor in the countryside.
Looking at him, Hengmu Liren's hands that were holding the hilt slightly trembled. It was not because of fear, but because of anger. He asked coldly, "Mr. First of the Academy?"
The scholar was the Eldest Brother of the Academy.
The Eldest Brother ignored him. He looked at Liu Yiqing on the sedan and said, "Sorry."
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