How could he be knocked flying by someone?
He was knocked flying by a single punch!
It was impossible!
The bewilderment and anger in Kou Qingtong's eyes turned into a wild fire, which started to burn violently.
With a howl like a wild animal, Kou Qingtong bounced up from the ground and flew back to the royal palace by stepping on the stone wall of the Yintian Gate.
The rocks and dust in the straight and deep pit bounced up with a thud.
The Yintian Gate started to collapse slowly with a cracking sound, and the patch of cloud and fog drifted into the sky.
Kou Qingtong came back even faster than he had left.
He reached out his right hand and grabbed at the sky. He pulled down a patch of morning sunlight, which turned into a patch of blood-red light, and smashed down.
Lian Sanyue's sleeve tousled slightly, rolling up a patch of cloud and turning it into a sea of flowers in the sky.
Every trace of blood in the bloody light was Kou Qingtong's fists.
And every flower in the sea of flowers was Lian Sanyue's fists.
The fists met.
The lethal wills collided with each other.
The morning sunlight reflected on the sea of flowers.
Bie Yanghong.
Blood-red. (grimacing face)
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The figures of Lian Sanyue and Kou Qingtong were nowhere to be seen in the square of the royal palace. All that could be seen was the violent wind and the bloody energy.
The thunder boomed again, and then it didn't stop.
The air waves hit the palace walls with the sand and gravel, making "pah" sounds, like the rainstorm.
The red palace wall, which had its outer layer peeling off, was now riddled with holes, looking like the beach after the rain; it was a dreadful sight.
The sand and gravel shot toward the palace hall like arrows and raindrops. The chancellors went back to the grand hall in tandem. Ping Yong-Ka closed the window as quickly as he could and put down the teacup to protect his face.
Jing Jiu didn't move. He looked in that direction in Silence.
Sir Jin and Sir Niu sat on the ground with their eyes closed and legs crossed, their faces pale. They were trying their best to maintain the operation of the Great Formation of the royal palace to prevent these two formidable figures from destroying everything here.
At the most dangerous moment, the Immortal Tan waved his sleeve and sent an extremely pure Zhen Yuan into the stone post, stabilizing the Great Formation.
After an unknown period of time, without any warning, the thunder stopped, and so did the gale.
A gap appeared in the morning sunlight in the sky, making it look even more beautiful.
Lian Sanyue and Kou Qingtong stood facing each other, a few miles apart.
Kou Qingtong was panting heavily, his body covered in blood. "Why are you so resilient?" he asked Lian Sanyue in bafflement.
It was evident that Lian Sanyue's condition was much better. Her black hair tousled in the wind, but there was a streak of blood on the corner of her mouth. "It's because you are too weak," she said.
A hint of ferocity flashed in Kou Qingtong's eyes, as he said, "It's because you haven't seen the true cruel side of me!"
The expression on Lian Sanyue's face suddenly changed slightly, as she reached out her right hand and caught a falling petal.
The peach blossom that she had stuck in her hair finally had a petal fall off.
Looking at the flower petal in her palm, a hint of pity appeared on her face. Then, her eyes became even colder, or rather, merciless.
For some reason, Kou Qingtong felt a sense of trepidation in his heart. The peach blossom was still in her hair even though the fight was so intense. Did she not exert her full strength?
Lian Sanyue lifted her head and asked him expressionlessly, "Do you know what I look like when I'm truly cruel?"
Having said that, she opened her arms, her jade-like hands reaching out from the sleeves, her palms facing up toward the sky.
The ocean of clouds started rolling up and down. The morning sunlight in the sky was torn to shreds by a tremendous invisible force, spreading out in all directions like the blood dripping down from the roof of the house.
The sky grew bluer, and then turned into a dark blue color, as if it was closer to the ground.
Lian Sanyue's palms sank down slightly.
If one were to link these two images together, it would even make one feel as if the sky had fallen onto her palm.
Seeing this, Kou Qingtong let out a strange cry, and backed off without hesitation.
However, no matter how one moved in heaven and earth, they were all under the sky; how could they escape from it?
Thousands of faint lines appeared in the blue sky.
Each line was Lian Sanyue's fist.
In a few seconds, she had struck more than three thousand fists.
Kou Qingtong was indeed the only surviving swordsman of the Bloody Demon Church; he could still defend himself when facing such a violent attack.
Yet, it was useless to defend himself.
As Lian Sanyue said, her opponent couldn't fight back as long as she struck for real.
The secret method of the Bloody Demon Church was defeated!
The magic method of the Zhongzhou School was dispersed!
Kou Qingtong had employed all of the Cultivation he had accumulated in the past one thousand years in a very short time. Many lost secret methods and special methods appeared one after another, but they were of no use to him.
It was because he couldn't block those fists coming down from the sky!
A loud bang resounded!
Lian Sanyue's fist drew a line in the blue sky, as if a divine dragon was drawn out from the sky, crashing down toward Kou Qingtong's head.
Kou Qingtong spat out a mouthful of blood, and his energy increased abruptly. He blocked the incoming fist with his palms.
Crack!!! He knelt down on one knee. His knee, which was as hard as a magic treasure, broke into pieces instantly. The ground cracked open as well, forming a spider web with a radius of one thousand feet.
Time had stopped at this moment.
The sound had also disappeared.
No matter whether it was the trembling eunuchs on the other side of the palace wall and the pale-faced secret guards, or the chancellors in the grand hall with a grave expression, they all maintained their original postures, motionless.
It was the difference in the speed of time caused by the difference in speed.
Lian Sanyue spun her head around to look at Jing Jiu, flashing a childlike smile, as she thought that Jing Jiu couldn't catch up to her at the moment.
Then, she turned her head around and looked at Kou Qingtong. The smile on her face faded away, as if she was looking at a dead man. She clenched her fist and punched at him again.
Kou Qingtong's Cultivation state was exceedingly high; he could still move when everything in the royal palace was in a stagnant state.
Yet, he was still a bit slow. He had just pulled back his hands from the top of his head, so he didn't have enough time to put them in front of his body.
Seeing the fist coming closer and closer, a hint of anger and helplessness showed in his eyes.
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Kou Qingtong was sent flying again.
It was the same as last time.
It was simple.
It was like everything in the mortal world.
Even the route was the same. It was the same ditch, and he flew out from the breach on the palace wall. This way, he could at least save some money when the royal palace was rebuilt in the future.
The Yintian Gate, which had one corner of the gate collapsed slowly, was hit by his body again, falling down with a loud boom.
Kou Qingtong didn't stop this time. He kept flying southward. He didn't stop until he crashed heavily into the city wall after flying a long distance.
A large hole was created on the city wall, exposing the space inside. The officials of the Pure Heaven Bureau who were maintaining the forbidding formation looked in this direction in bewilderment, their expressions changing slightly.
Kou Qingtong was lying among the broken rocks on the ground. His body was badly deformed and covered in blood, some glowing specks in the blood, his eyes unfocused.
Yet, he was indeed very formidable. He didn't turn into the glowing specks and die right away even though he was wounded so severely.
A huge shadow enshrouded the city wall. Three valley masters of Zhongzhou School arrived with the wind. "Nobody is allowed to move; otherwise, we'll kill you!" they yelled sternly while looking at the people in the forbidding formation.
They approached the ruins, to bring Kou Qingtong back to the cloud boat.
It was then that the sound of a flute rang out.
The sound of the flute was as melodious as the flowing water, like the reflection of the willow branches on the surface of the water, full of lethal intent.
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