If they couldn't live together, they had to die together. Apart from describing lovers who would live and die together, it was also sometimes used to describe enemies who couldn't live under the same sky. However, at that time, people would usually change the expression to 'fight to the death'. In fact, when they were in a state of 'fight to the death', they would often end up dying together.
Ning Que did not care about the black peach blossom that was flying towards him. He directly slashed at Long Qing's face and invited him to die together. He did not really want to die with Long Qing, but he believed that Long Qing would not die with him. So he had to avoid it, and then he could turn the whole situation around.
He was very confident about this because he was born in a grassroots family and had struggled between life and death since he was a child. He knew better than anyone that only those who were not afraid of death would not die. On the other hand, Long Qing was born in a noble family and had finally climbed to the peak of life. How could he give up everything in such a short time?
Even if Long Qing had learned a lot in the process of climbing out of the abyss and had a new understanding of death and loss, he should also know that in terms of physical strength, few people in this world could be stronger than Ning Que. He could not gain any advantage in this kind of brutal killing, so he should also retreat.
No matter how he thought about it, Long Qing should retreat and choose to avoid his iron cutlass.
Ning Que thought so.
Therefore, when the faint black peach blossom was not affected at all and resolutely broke the wind and blasted towards his chest with the seemingly endless aura of Heaven and Earth, he was very puzzled.
An intense pain came from his chest and spread around. It was a power that seemed to tear everything apart and directly broke his ribs. Blood kept gushing out, and the world in front of him turned blood red.
At the last moment when he could avoid dying together with Ning Que, Long Qing, who had the initiative, did not choose to retreat. Instead, he silently continued to attack, but for some reason, the spade fell on Ning Que's chest.
With a loud bang, Ning Que's black Academy uniform was torn into countless pieces. Blood splashed wildly, and his lips, nostrils, eyes, and ears kept dripping with blood.
At the same time, Ning Que's iron cutlass also fell.
It landed heavily on Long Qing's forehead!
An extremely terrible muffled sound!
He did not wear a silver mask, but his face seemed to be wearing an invisible mask, which was constantly resisting the cutting of the blade. An extremely shrill sound suddenly sounded!
Long Qing's face instantly turned pale. His eyebrows and eyes were twisted, as if he was in extreme pain.
A shrill howl burst out from his thin lips!
The endless aura of Heaven and Earth was summoned by him and blasted towards Ning Que's chest and abdomen through the black peach blossom!
Ning Que was covered in blood. His eyes were dyed red, but he was still calm.
He endured the pain that ordinary people would find hard to endure, and used all the strength in his body on the iron saber!
The sharp blade went deeper into Long Qing's face, and a stream of blood flowed down!
Long Qing's howl became even more shrill, like the howl of a wild wolf in the Wilderness, and also like some kind of mournful wail.
His eyes became incomparably dark and his eyebrows fluttered in the wind. His face seemed to be undergoing some sort of change as his aura gushed out madly. He was about to turn into another person!
Ning Que felt an unprecedented crisis, but he remained silent and continued to slash.
Long Qing's roar continued, and his face kept changing. It was as if he could turn into countless people at any time!
Following his transformation, a terrifying force covered his face and blocked the iron saber!
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A black peach blossom fell, and a black iron saber fell. Although there was no immediate outcome of life or death, they both stood on the edge of the cliff. The process seemed to be very long, but in fact it was very short. The cultivators on both sides of the angry river had no time to help Long Qing. The two had separated, and the battle had been decided. Naturally, the outcome was also clear.
A deafening sound rang out, and the river flew into the sky like a reverse waterfall, shaking up several water curtains that were hundreds of feet high. The mossy stones in the water tumbled and collided with each other, and then shattered.
A deep pit appeared on the left bank of the river. Ning Que fell at the bottom of the pit, bathed in blood, and many bones were broken. Long Qing stood outside the pit with a solemn expression. His face was covered in blood, and he looked like a devil.
"Do you think I'm afraid of death?"
There was no expression on Long Qing's face. After saying this, a trace of pain suddenly appeared on his face. He bent down and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. Then he stood up fiercely and repeated, "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"
"To betray one's beliefs is to live a life worse than death. There are countless kinds of Psyche Power in my body now, and they are struggling with each other. I live a life worse than death every day. Do you think … I'm afraid of death!"
He roared angrily at Ning Que, as if he was venting something.
"But you're still afraid of death."
Ning Que held onto the edge of the pit and stood up. He looked at him and said. He had suffered such a serious injury, but he still did not fall. It had nothing to do with his state, but his spirit.
As Long Qing said, his Great Spirit had turned into the happy wind in Qinghe Prefecture, but his spirit was still there.
Long Qing did not expect him to still be able to stand up. He said, "I admire you."
At this time, there were still dozens of cultivators by the river. They did not die under the iron bow, and they still had the ability to fight. During the short conversation between the two, they all rushed over and raised their swords to attack Ning Que.
Today's battle seemed to be between Ning Que and Long Qing, but in fact, those cultivators whose states were far lower than the two of them played a very important role in it. The so-called maggots in the bone were just like maggots in the bone.
Ning Que reached out to wipe off the blood on his face. As his palm fell, it swept past his chest and abdomen, and was covered with more blood. Then, he stretched out in the air in front of him and spread his fingers.
The blood turned into countless tiny drops of blood along with the movement of his fingers and floated around.
The river wind blew gently, and he used the blood to write in the wind.
His face suddenly became extremely pale, and even the blood on it could not hide it.
Countless extremely fierce and sharp talisman intent instantly enveloped the entire river bank.
The cultivators around him let out painful, angry, and unwilling howls. They were like war horses that were stopped by a tripwire. Their broken legs and arms fell to the ground one after another.
The painful howls mixed with the sound of the river, and it was especially ear-piercing.
Long Qing's expression did not change. He reached out and waved in the air. The Taoist Sword in the hands of a Haotian Taoism priest who had fallen dead in the river came to him. It turned into a clear light in front of him and cut off the last talisman intent that had quietly attacked him.
Ning Que's expression did not change even though his sneak attack did not succeed. He looked at him quietly and said, "You see, I can still fight."
Long Qing stretched out his right hand in the river wind and said, "Please."
The angry river suddenly became quiet.
Because there were angry talisman intents and sword lights everywhere on the river bank.
After an unknown period of time.
Ning Que finished writing the talisman.
Hundreds of broken Taoist Swords were scattered in front of Long Qing.
The two of them faced each other from a distance. They were covered in blood, their faces were pale, and they were both very tired.
It was rare to see such a scene in a battle in the cultivation world. The two of them were so close in their states and knew each other so well that they could only fight with brute force until they were exhausted.
They were really exhausted.
It was quiet for a long time.
The river flowed and sang a song that no one knew what it meant.
"Can you still fight?"
Long Qing asked in an extremely hoarse voice.
Ning Que was silent and looked down at the pool of blood at his feet.
"It has always been said that your Psyche Power is more powerful than Liu Bai's. I did not believe it, but today I do. I have spent so much time and so many subordinates have died to exhaust you."
Long Qing said with a faint smile, "But … you have exhausted yourself, haven't you?"
Ning Que looked up at him and said, "What about your Psyche Power? Can you still have it? "
Long Qing was seen through, but his expression did not change. He said, "You failed to kill me with that knife. You have lost."
Ning Que suddenly laughed.
This was the first time he laughed since the beginning of the battle.
"That just means that you are thick-skinned."
Long Qing said calmly, "This is also an advantage."
"The problem is that we both have no Psyche Power now. Why do you think you can defeat me? You should know that I was already very good at killing when I did not know how to cultivate. "
Ning Que took off the iron bow and looked at him. He said, "When you took my knife just now, your ankle was broken into pieces. So you can only stand where you are. How can you dodge now?"
After saying this, he pulled the bow and prepared to shoot.
His Psyche Power was exhausted and could not shoot the Primordial Thirteen Arrows. But he could still shoot arrows.
As he said, when he was Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, he could kill people with a snap of his fingers. When he was a soldier at the border of the City of Wei, he was also good at killing people. Killing people had nothing to do with Psyche Power.
At this moment, he was only dozens of feet away from Long Qing. There was no barrier between them. Long Qing's ankle was broken and he had been standing there for a long time. How could he avoid Ning Que's iron arrow?
If this was Long Qing's trap, then Ning Que was the one to break it.
His way to break the trap was to go with the flow and achieve his goal according to Long Qing's method.
From the very beginning, he knew what Long Qing wanted to do. He was very cooperative. He took the risk, got injured, and continued to cooperate with Long Qing. At the end of the battle, both sides had exhausted their Psyche Power and became ordinary people.
When they were ordinary people, Long Qing was the prince of the Yan Kingdom. But he?
He was the woodcutter of Shubi Lake.
Looking at the iron bow in Ning Que's hand, Long Qing slightly narrowed his eyes. His emotions became extremely complicated.
Ning Que looked calm and was ready to draw the bow.
He felt that the word "draw" was really good.
The battle between him and Long Qing had lasted for several years since that banquet. He had won several battles, but he knew that it was not natural. It was not that he was born to be stronger than Long Qing, or that he was Long Qing's nemesis. It was because of Lucky Chance or God's will.
After Long Qing was defeated by him, many people in the world began to despise Long Qing, except for him. Even though he seemed to not care about Long Qing, in fact, he cared about Long Qing very much. Since he had already won, he did not want to lose to Long Qing again. Because he knew that Long Qing was strong, strong in everything.
Among all the enemies in his life, he valued Long Qing the most. When he found Long Qing in the Red Lotus Temple, he did not hesitate to shoot seven arrows. This was a treatment that no one had ever received.
Many years ago, the real feud between them started with the iron arrow on the snow cliff. Many years later, he was ready to end it with the iron arrow by the river of anger.
Long Qing suddenly laughed.
It was not until then that Ning Que really saw clearly that the complex emotions in Long Qing's eyes were nothing else but a combination of mockery, contempt, sympathy, and some confusion.
A person whose Psyche Power was exhausted, unable to move, and could only wait to be shot to death by the arrow would not have such an emotion. This kind of emotion only belonged to the winner.
Those emotions disappeared in the next moment.
Because emotions had colors, and Long Qing's eyes had no color. There was no black, no white, no light, no evil, just a gray.
It was like the sky of Chengjing City in winter when every household burned coal.
It was like a Taoist scroll that was wet and could not be dried again.
It was chaotic, gray, evil, and horrible.
His right hand hung by his side.
Several Taoist priests were on the riverbank in the direction of his right hand. They were dying.
All of a sudden, the facial features of these few Heavenly Officials twisted in pain.
Long Qing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looking very intoxicated.
When he opened his eyes, there seemed to be many more souls in his gray eyes.
He looked at Ning Que and waved.
Countless grains of sand on the riverbank flew with the wind, making a sizzling sound like thousands of sharp arrows.
Clap, clap, clap, clap. There were dense sounds of hitting, and countless bloody holes appeared on Ning Que's body!
The iron arrow fell at his feet.
He could no longer stand and knelt on one knee.
"Your biggest mistake is being too confident."
"Do you really think that your Psyche Power is the best in the world?"
"Maybe I used to be, but not after I cultivated the Gray Eyes."
"I have thousands of incarnations and countless Psyche Power. How can you be my opponent?"
Long Qing walked towards him, and his broken ankle seemed to have recovered.
Behind him, countless blurry faces vaguely appeared.
He walked to Ning Que, spread his hands, and pointed at the seriously injured cultivators and corpses on the riverbank. He said, "As long as I want, I can get Psyche Power at any time."
"I brought them to kill you, first to consume your Psyche Power, and also to replenish myself at the last moment. They are my food, and they could have been yours."
Long Qing looked at Ning Que and said, "This is a feast that I have arranged for you and me. I don't understand why you are still unwilling to enjoy it at the last moment. If so, then you can only be the last main dish."
"Why not? Because human flesh is not delicious. "
Ning Que coughed out two mouthfuls of blood in pain. Only then did he know why Long Qing was confused. Long Qing must have been waiting for him to use the Practice of Taotie to deal with his Gray Eyes, just like in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple many years ago. But he did not expect that it would still be useless even when he was at the end of his rope.
He looked at Long Qing and continued, "I have eaten your flesh, and it is not delicious either."
Long Qing had long been prepared for Ning Que to use the Practice of Taotie. For this reason, he had used some tricks on the cultivators by the riverbank. But he did not expect that Ning Que did not move, just because of such a simple reason.
"Is it important … whether it is delicious or not?"
"Very important."
Ning Que said, "My teacher taught me many things, but I only remember this one."
Long Qing said no more.
He raised his right hand, and the riverbank was shrouded in the aura of Quietus. Hundreds of cultivators, regardless of whether they were alive or dead, began to tremble slightly. His eyes became darker and darker.
In a very short time, he regained his strength.
He pulled out his lifebond sword from his tattered black divine robe.
The sword that looked like a black peach blossom.
The sword, or the flower, was born from the hole in his chest.
He finally defeated Ning Que today.
Ning Que was about to die.
This made him extremely happy, and he was overjoyed.
So the black peach blossom on the sword was in full bloom, extremely beautiful.
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In the process of the black peach blossom blooming and then falling, Ning Que thought of many things.
This was not the backtracking of time before his death, because he did not think that he was about to die.
He just thought of the Academy's climbing test. At the Wooden Door, Long Qing should have seen that a gentleman did not compete, but he saw that a gentleman did not use a tool.
What was the Academy's no-tool spirit?
He had asked Chen Pipi about it, but found that it was a very mysterious concept, and everyone's understanding was different.
The metaphysical was called the Tao, and the metaphysical was called the tool.
The no-tool was the Tao?
Or was it not rigidly bound by rules, like the Headmaster of the Academy … who really had no rules?
Ning Que still had a long way to go before he could reach the state of no rules and great freedom.
But at this moment, he vaguely understood some of the truth.
There were many things in the world that could not be calculated. Just like Long Qing, no matter how carefully he calculated, there would still be many accidents. For example, in this feast, he still refused to raise his chopsticks.
On the contrary, if he only followed his heart and did not think about the consequences, he might have a better ending. What was the point of thinking so much about the so-called trump card and the so-called response?
When Ning Que was thinking about these things, he still lowered his head and half knelt at the bottom of the pit.
His right hand was full of blood, and he held the iron bow.
He waved the iron bow and waved it forward.
He did not look at it, nor did he think. He waved it casually, but it was so free and easy.
Long Qing wanted to avoid it, but found that he could not.
Ning Que waved the iron bow, as if he had written in Chang 'an.
It turned out that writing talisman was really the same as writing. The more unintentional, the better.
The Chicken Soup Calligraphy had no owner when it was written, so it was best to make everyone feel touched.
His waving was unintentional, so he could not avoid it.
There was a crisp sound!
Long Qing's ankle, which had been barely repaired, broke again, and his body tilted and fell.
The iron bow in Ning Que's hand had already passed through the river wind and was around Long Qing's neck!
Long Qing shouted and held the Taoist Sword backward, using the black peach blossom on the sword hilt to block the tough bowstring.
The two fell on the river bank, and the blood on their bodies was smeared with mud.
Ning Que lifted his right knee like lightning, pressed it against his back, and pulled the iron bow, trying to strangle him with the bowstring.
Long Qing held the black peach blossom sword upside down, and the sword edge was about to touch his chest.
He forced out all the Psyche Power in his sense of perception and summoned countless auras of Heaven and Earth, but he could not get out.
Ning Que's power seemed to be especially terrifying at this moment.
There seemed to be only two ways for Long Qing: to be strung by the iron bow, or to be stabbed to death by his own sword.
There was a soft sound.
The sword edge pierced through his clothes and stabbed into Long Qing's body!
But he did not die, because there was a hole in his chest and abdomen.
The dark black sword pierced through the hole!
There was a puff!
Ning Que's chest was pierced by the sword edge, and blood gushed out.
The hole in Long Qing's chest was made by Ning Que with an arrow.
Now he used this hole to stab a deep bloody hole in Ning Que's chest.
Or was this cause and effect?
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The bowstring was only an inch away from Long Qing's neck.
The black sword was also only an inch away from Ning Que's heart.
The choice was in Long Qing's hands. If he did not use the sword hilt to block the bowstring, the sword edge could continue to penetrate into Ning Que's body, but then his neck would also be cut by the bowstring.
The choice was also in Ning Que's hands. If he did not continue to strangle Long Qing with the bowstring, then Long Qing's sword would not continue to penetrate into his body.
This was a true sharing of life and death.
In the mud on the river bank, there was only the sound of rapid breathing, and only the silent struggle for life.
They were all people who survived like wild dogs. No matter how high they climbed, in the end, they still had to bite each other like wild dogs.
Long Qing could not turn his head, and asked while panting, "What method did you use when you waved the bow just now? Why couldn't I avoid it? Since it has nothing to do with Psyche Power, why didn't you use it before? "
Ning Que said behind him, "The Academy's no-boundary spirit."
Long Qing asked with a trace of cruelty, "What now? Die together? "
Ning Que said, "I don't mind."
During the short conversation, the two were actually still exerting force.
The bowstring made a squeaking sound, and the sword edge pierced into Ning Que's body slowly.
Long Qing suddenly said, "You don't dare, because you don't want to die, and you still want to find her."
Ning Que said, "Not wanting to die doesn't mean that I am afraid of death. What you said proves that you are afraid of death."
Long Qing seemed to be greatly insulted, and shouted angrily, "How can I be afraid of death!"
Ning Que said, "At the beginning, your natal peach blossom did not hit my face, but my chest. Because you lowered your head, you only dared to use your forehead to meet my knife, but not your neck."
Long Qing panted and said, "So what?"
"You lowered your head, but I didn't."
Ning Que took a few breaths of the air with the smell of mud, and said expressionlessly, "So you die, and I live."
As soon as he finished speaking, he used all his remaining strength to pull the bow backward!
Long Qing let out an angry roar!
The bowstring fell on his neck, leaving a clear line of blood.
The black sword edge pierced into Ning Que's chest, piercing his heart.
An indescribable and absolute pain spread throughout Ning Que's body, making him tremble uncontrollably. His face was as pale as snow, and his lips were as black as ink. He screamed in pain!
Ah!!!
Ning Que screamed in pain, and his hands kept pulling backward!
A light sound was heard!
Long Qing's neck was broken.
His whole body lost its strength, and he lay on the mud like a puppet falling apart.
Ning Que breathed rapidly, and his eyes were a little unfocused. His hands holding the bow kept trembling. It was not until a long time later that he became slightly sober. He let go of the bow with difficulty and rolled to the side.
There was an extremely deep bloody hole in his chest, and his heart was seriously damaged.
He curled up into a ball in pain, hugging his arms, and kept trembling.
The wind by the river was cold and refreshing, because his heart was exposed in the bloody hole.
Long Qing was lying beside him. He looked at the dark sky with confusion and bewilderment.
At this moment, his eyes were no longer gray.
Compared to this long story, the ending was so simple and came so quickly.
Just as Ning Que said, if Long Qing was not afraid of death, his black sword could definitely pierce through Ning Que's heart by combining his strength with Ning Que's. But then he would also die.
These years, Long Qing lived in pain, but he did not want to die.
At the last moment, he still did not want to die.
So he died.
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