Lian Sanyue didn't pay any attention to him. She wiped off the blood from the corners of her mouth and waved her sleeve slightly. A gentle wind enshrouded her body; it didn't take long for her to be as clean as before.
In the side hall, Ping Yong-Ka had already gotten off the soft bed stealthily. He looked at the outside anxiously through a crack in the window. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but be amazed, thinking that it was much more beautiful than his Master and Senior Master Zhao washing their faces with the sword fire.
It was then that the people noticed that her hair was very long, hanging down to the side of her waist; but it was hard to tell because she usually wore her hair in an ordinary bun.
Her long black hair tousled like a waterfall in the gentle wind; it was a beautiful sight.
"It looks like you've killed many people. Your technique is pretty good."
Lian Sanyue said this to Kou Qingtong expressionlessly, but everybody could sense her appreciation for him.
It was a graceful gesture for the winner to express his appreciation for the loser, but it was quite odd for the loser to express his appreciation for the winner.
Staring at her eyes, Kou Qingtong said in a mocking tone, "I saw the regret in your eyes a moment ago."
"I do regret a bit," said Lian Sanyue.
What did she regret? Did she regret knowing Jingyang back then? Or did she regret standing up against the Zhongzhou School?
Soon after, everybody heard what she said next.
"I've never been afraid of being wounded, but I don't like being wounded either. Being wounded might make a regular person burn up their fighting will, but my fighting will will never diminish; so I don't need it. Being wounded will only make me weaker. That's why I should strike first."
Lian Sanyue's statement was a bit long, and it took some time for the people to understand what she meant.
What did she mean?
Did she mean that she didn't like being wounded, so she should strike first?
Did it mean that her opponent had no chance to strike again as long as she struck first and could only wait to be defeated by her?
Lian Sanyue was qualified to make such a statement, but her opponent that day was a swordsman of the Bloody Demon Church a thousand years ago, Kou Qingtong, who could only be subdued by the great ancestor Bai Ren.
She didn't show any fear; on the contrary, she felt a bit displeased because she was wounded. What a self-confident and unyielding person she was!
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The gentle wind blew over the square, pulling her black hair like her fingers back then.
Jing Jiu looked at her black hair that was like a waterfall. His eyes were full of admiration, but he didn't know if it was for her hair or her person.
Tong Yan thought that Jing Jiu liked Zhao Layue's short and messy hair, so she told the Underworld Master that he would like Apiao more if she cut her hair short.
Only the people on Shenmo Peak knew that he had always hoped that Zhao Layue could have long black hair.
As for the fight between Lian Sanyue and Kou Qingtong, Jing Jiu was not worried at all.
She had never lost, except for that one time with him.
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Staring into Lian Sanyue's eyes, Kou Qingtong's expression grew serious.
An extremely thick stench of blood and a seemingly tangible killing intent gradually accumulated between the two of them before spreading out in all directions.
No matter how hard the breeze blew, it could not lighten the smell.
The eunuchs and secret guards hiding on the other side of the palace walls turned pale and found it difficult to breathe.
The officials in the grand hall felt their hearts beating faster.
Even Gongfeng Jin and Gongfeng Niu furrowed their eyebrows slightly. They had to use the energy of heaven and earth to protect their heart meridians so that they wouldn't miss any details of the fight.
Ping Yong-Ka pulled a chair and sat by the window. He pushed open the window arrogantly with a cup of tea in his hand, ready to watch the fight.
"I heard that you're the most vicious and the one who has killed the most people in six hundred years," said Kou Qingtong while staring into Lian Sanyue's eyes.
"That's right," said Lian Sanyue.
"I was the most vicious and the one who killed the most people a thousand years ago." The expression on Kou Qingtong's face was unprecedentedly serious, as he asked, "Have you ever counted how many people you've killed?"
"It's not worth counting," retorted Lian Sanyue.
Kou Qingtong displayed a disappointed and even angry expression on his face, as he demanded, "Do you feel uncomfortable about killing people?"
"No," said Lian Sanyue. "I just don't think it's important."
Kou Qingtong was baffled, asking, "Isn't it an honor?"
Lian Sanyue said after some thought, "I've never been proud of killing people; I'm proud of being able to kill people."
Such a simple sentence clearly showed the gap between the two of them.
It was like the difference between heaven and earth.
"I won't let you strike first again. You can try my fist now."
Having said that, Lian Sanyue took a breath casually.
A large amount of energy of heaven and earth came to her side, entering through her nose and then exhaling through her lips.
The gentle wind blew by her side, tousling her black hair.
Her black hair tousled in the air, as if it would cut the space in half.
Pah!!! The broken space that had just formed was shattered by a small fist.
The fist kept moving forward, letting out increasingly dreadful shrieks as it rubbed against the air; then it suddenly fell silent.
Kou Qingtong murmured with a grave expression, "Damn it … how could she be so powerful?"
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Lian Sanyue's fist vanished from the sight of the crowd, as well as heaven and earth.
So did her opponent. … …
On the vast square of the royal palace, there was nothing but the gentle morning wind and a few green leaves twirling along with the wind.
All of a sudden, the green leaves turned into the tiniest particles, dispersing with the wind.
In the meantime, a very thin line appeared in the square.
The thin line emitted a light, but it was brought forward by the line before it could travel far. It was easy to imagine how fast the line traveled.
If Kou Qingtong's fist was like a shooting star falling down from the outside world with an unimaginably formidable power and an exceedingly gloomy and cold demonic energy …
Lian Sanyue's strike was much more ordinary, but it was impossible to evade it.
The swordsmen in the Cultivation circle could evade the lightning because they could see the light of the lightning in advance; but who could evade the light itself?
Kou Qingtong was exceedingly vigilant. He unleashed the demonic energy and the secret method of the Bloody Demon Church. A great deal of smoke-like energy came out from his hands and wrapped around his body like black and red silk, wrapping him up tightly.
As the light disappeared abruptly, Lian Sanyue appeared in front of him, her fist landing on the smoke-like demonic energy.
Along with a tearing sound, the black and red demonic energy broke apart abruptly and then dropped down feebly, drifting toward the sky.
Lian Sanyue's fist strike was very simple. It didn't even have any movement, to say nothing of the mysterious will of the Dao sects or the true Mirror Lake Method. It was similar to the simplest punching method learned by the practitioners of the martial arts in the mortal world. Yet, the secret method of the Bloody Demon Church couldn't withstand this fist for even a moment.
The fist kept moving forward, like a young girl fighting with her big brothers in a small courtyard of an escort agency. It broke through Kou Qingtong's hands easily and landed on his chest. Pah!!!
Pah!!!
There was no thunder.
Kou Qingtong's body trembled slightly, his messy hair tousling in front of him. Countless tiny tears appeared on his cloth.
It was because he was knocked away so fast that neither his hair nor his clothes could react in time.
The rims of his cloth created many lines of fire as it rubbed against the air. Then, the rims of his cloth tore open, exposing his wounded body.
Boom!!! Kou Qingtong broke through the palace wall and flew backward.
A large breach appeared on the palace wall, but he didn't stop there. He kept flying toward the south of the royal palace, bringing down a great many residences along the way.
A tremor occurred on the ground, and the Yintian Gate quivered slightly. A great deal of smoke and dust rose up among the beams, and a pit appeared on the hard stone wall.
There was a straight and deep ditch from the pit to the square of the royal palace; nothing could exist in the ditch.
The lower half of Kou Qingtong's body was stuck in the deep ditch, and the upper half of his body was leaning against the stone wall of the Yintian Gate. Looking at the morning sunlight in the sky, the expression in his eyes was rather peculiar, showing a hint of bewilderment and anger.
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