Yang Guo also had a strange expression on his face. He didn't know Brother Eagle had such a tragic past.
"Who won in the end?" Yang Guo suddenly asked. He already knew the answer. Since Senior Dugu left those words in the Sword Catacomb, it proved that he had never lost in his life. For some reason, Dugu Seeker of Defeat was like a god in Yang Guo's heart. He couldn't accept any blemish on a god.
Hearing Yang Guo's question, Ah Qing suddenly looked embarrassed, "I was a little taller than him, but with the help of the Giant Eagle, he was a little taller than me."
Ever since he lost his arm, Yang Guo showed a rare smile on his face, "Don't you have a sheep?"
"Humph!" Ah Qing wrinkled her nose, "It's because I have to take care of the sheep that I'm a little shorter than them."
Noticing Yang Guo's smile, Ah Qing suddenly became angry, "I thought you were quite pitiful because you lost an arm, but you actually laughed at me. You're really not a good person with a sword."
As if he had been stabbed in the foot, Ah Qing immediately went into a berserk mode. He waved the green bamboo stick, and streams of sharp Sword Qi stabbed toward Yang Guo from afar.
Yang Guo's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved his sword in front of him. Originally, the Ancient Tomb Sect's Lightness Skill was the best in the world, but after Yang Guo switched to the heavy sword, he had already given up on the path of lightness. After all, with the heavy sword in hand, his defense was almost invincible. He didn't need to dodge at all. He could directly use the heavy sword to block the incoming attacks, and the opponent could only change their moves at the last moment.
Unfortunately, this time Yang Guo was facing a freak who could release an unlimited amount of Innate Sword Qi. He was worried that passively blocking would damage the Dark Iron Sword, so he had to actively attack the incoming Sword Qi.
After all, the Dark Iron Sword was too heavy. After blocking dozens of moves, Yang Guo felt his arm gradually go numb, and his moves became obscure. In the end, he finally gave up and put the Dark Iron Sword vertically in front of him. He channeled his inner force into the sword and blocked the endless Innate Sword Qi.
Not long after, Yang Guo's keen senses detected a tremor coming from the Dark Iron Sword. He knew in his heart that the Dark Iron Sword had already been damaged by the continuous bombardment of Xiantian Sword Qi. If this continued, the Dark Iron Sword might not be able to withstand it anymore.
Now, Yang Guo had no friends or relatives. Apart from the Divine Eagle, the only other thing he cared about was this mysterious iron.
The sword is the most affectionate, how could it be willing to see it get hurt? Just as it was about to admit defeat, a sense of melancholy rose in its heart.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong had not only killed his father, but also cut off his arm. If he did not avenge this, he would not be a man. Unfortunately, not only were they highly skilled in martial arts, but they also had many followers in Jianghu. If he could not be elected as the Golden Snake King this time, how could he seek revenge from them alone?
And my aunt … If I can be elected as the Golden Snake King, she will definitely hear the news and come to find me …
Thinking of Xiao Long Nu, Yang Guo suddenly felt sad, a feeling of parting gradually welled up in his heart.
The expressions of all the heroes in the arena changed, because they could feel the change in the aura coming from the arena at the same time. With Yang Guo as the center, a desolate and desolate aura spread out in all directions, quickly filling the entire arena.
"This feeling …" Song Qingshu's expression changed. With his cultivation, he could naturally feel a destructive aura rising gradually, and he could not help but be shocked. "Ah Qing, watch out!"
Yang Guo raised his hand almost at the same time, and the green sword aura in front of him shattered inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ah Qing's eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly put the green bamboo stick in front of him.
Crack, the green bamboo stick, as expected, was shattered into powder. Ah Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out of the arena like a kite with a broken string.
"Ah Qing lost?"
"What kind of martial arts is this, Yang Guo?"
"If that earth-shattering move had landed on me, wouldn't I have been smashed into pieces?"
…
Thoughts flashed through the minds of the masters below the arena. Suddenly, they were surprised to find that Ah Qing's body flipped, and he was standing on the edge of the arena, not falling down.
"What's this move called?" Ah Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Yang Guo in surprise.
For some reason, Jiang Yan's "Farewell Rhapsody" suddenly appeared in Yang Guo's mind, and he immediately blurted out, "Let's call it Palm of Sadness."
"Palm of Sadness? What a strange name. " With Ah Qing's carefree nature, she naturally could not understand the sadness hidden in these words. "Alright, I also have a move. Try it."
Ah Qing's green bamboo stick was destroyed, so she opened her hands.
As she rose from the side of her legs to the top of her head, green sword aura appeared in the air around her, like an open fan floating above her head. Then, the sword aura gradually merged together, and finally, it turned into a huge green sword.
Ah Qing made a downward gesture, and the huge green sword immediately whistled through the air towards Yang Guo.
Yang Guo had been accumulating strength, and when he saw this, he hit the huge sword with his palm with a serious expression.
The dark gray fist aura and the huge green sword collided, and suddenly there was a loud bang. The huge sword hung in the air, as if it was being held up by an invisible hand, and could not fall down.
"Eh?" Ah Qing was a little surprised. She waved her other hand, and another sword aura replenished it, and the huge green sword immediately became brighter.
Yang Guo's hair was dripping with cold sweat. He had just learned Palm of Sadness, and he was not very familiar with it yet. It was already quite difficult for him to deal with the huge sword, and Ah Qing was still replenishing the sword aura.
He knew he had lost, but at this moment, he could not open his mouth to admit defeat.
Yang Guo lost his father when he was young, and his mother when he was young. The many years of ups and downs had made his character extremely extreme. When he was young, he was almost beaten to death by the big and small martial artists, but he was not willing to admit defeat. Now, his martial arts were a hundred times better than before, and he was even more arrogant. When his stubbornness came out, he would rather die in the arena than admit defeat.
Feeling that Yang Guo's palm power seemed to be a little stronger, Ah Qing did not know that he was at the end of his rope. She thought that he was going to counterattack, and she was anxious. She did not hold back anymore, and she used all her strength to attack Yang Guo.
Puff!
Yang Guo spat out a mouthful of blood, and he could not hold on anymore. The fist aura in the air lost its support, and it was suddenly cut in half by the huge green sword, and then it cut down like a hot knife through butter.
Looking at the huge sword that was getting bigger and bigger, Yang Guo closed his eyes subconsciously, and sighed in his heart, "Goodbye, aunt …"
Only then did Ah Qing realize that Yang Guo could not hold on anymore, but it was a pity that she was in high spirits, and she did not hold back at all. It was too late for her to change her move, and she could only watch the huge green sword cut down on Yang Guo.
Thinking about the horrible scene that was about to happen, Ah Qing closed her eyes subconsciously.
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