"Yes, with your character, how can you spit out what you eat? Back then, I shouldn't have been so benevolent. If I had competed with you for the position of headmaster, I wouldn't have ended up in Yunluju now.
At this point." Li Hongyu sighed slightly: "In this case, there is nothing more to say between us, let's do it."
"Haha, I heard that senior brother learned a lot when he was locked in the blood spring." Qingsong said leisurely: "Just in time, I will also take a look today to see if you have the qualifications of a teacher who was once known as a teacher.
The number one senior brother, what’s going on now?”
"Okay, Qingsong, I never thought that such a day would come between us." Li Hongyu looked desolate, and he sighed slightly: "It doesn't matter, the school is already in a mess now. If this is the case, then
Let’s just settle the previous matters together.”
Qingsong said nothing, and with a move of his right hand, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, with a three-foot green edge, exuding an awe-inspiring chill. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Li Hongyu.
"Senior brother, where is your Zongyi Heshan Brush? This is your most proud magic weapon. Take it out now and let me see it." Qingsong said with a smile.
"I haven't seen you for decades, and your sword is still so sharp." Li Hongyu nodded slightly: "However, my Zongyi Heshan Pen is no longer in use."
"No need?" Qingsong's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Li Hongyu with a strange look.
"Yes, no need." Li Hongyu said with a smile: "I have been locked up there for so long, and my state of mind has changed, so this thing is no longer needed."
"That's your natal magical weapon. Why don't you use it if you say you don't need it?" Qing Song was a little unbelievable.
Because he knew how important that thing was in Li Hongyu's heart, and it was something he had used all his life, and now it was abandoned? This made him feel a little incredible.
"People have to change after all." Li Hongyu said with a slight smile: "It doesn't make sense to keep things unchanged in the past. Moreover, after being locked in a blood fountain for decades, I also have some insights.
I won’t be able to use those things anymore.”
"Then what are you using now?" Qingsong raised his head and looked at Li Hongyu solemnly.
"Use this." Li Hongyu made a move with his right hand, and seven puppets appeared from him, then walked forward and lined up in front of Qingsong's eyes.
Looking at these puppets, Qingsong frowned tightly. These puppets were exquisitely carved. Although they were not big, they were extremely flexible. And most importantly, he could vaguely see from these puppets.
I felt a hint of the power of heaven.
"Did you realize these things?" Qingsong certainly knew that these puppets were not that simple.
"Yes, I realized it." Li Hongyu nodded slightly and said, "For me, these things are also a kind of practice."
"As expected of senior brother, he was able to realize these things in such a harsh environment as the blood spring." Qingsong nodded slightly and said: "It seems that you have some insights into the way of heaven. Well, in that case,
Then let me learn from senior brother’s clever tricks.”
"Please." Li Hongyu smiled slightly, looked at Qing Song leisurely, and signaled Qing Song to take action first.
Qingsong was not polite, he grabbed it with his right hand, and a three-foot green sharp edge appeared in his hand. Then he waved the sword in his hand and slowly attacked Li Hongyu.
His movements didn't look fast, but in fact they were extremely fast, and he was in front of Li Hongyu almost instantly.
The seven puppets in front of Li Hongyu also moved at this moment. The puppets whizzed away and attacked Qingsong. The puppets were extremely flexible, and Qingsong was not a vegetarian. The sword in his hand turned in a circle, doing Tai Chi.
Appearing in front of him, he waved his sword, one sword move at a time, although it was slow, it was airtight.
The water vapor in the surrounding air was condensed into small ice beads, and the ice beads filled the sky howling like hailstones.
Qingsong's cultivation level is really not low. Although he has been greedy for power over the years, his cultivation level has not declined at all. The vitality on the sword in his hand roars, making ripples in circles.
A sword was swung out, forcing the puppet in front of him to retreat. Qing Song gave a deep shout, and his body swayed, and three phantoms appeared. The three phantoms merged into one, and he stabbed Li Hongyu with a sword.
Li Hongyu did not dodge or dodge, allowing him to stab his chest with the sword.
Qingsong was overjoyed, thinking that the battle was over, but at this moment, the figure in front of his eyes flashed, and the stabbed Li Hongyu slowly disappeared, but what he saw was a phantom.
The figure flickered, and Li Hongyu's figure appeared at the other end, still smiling.
"Senior brother, it seems that instead of having an impact on you, the blood spring has made you even more powerful." Qingsong stared at Li Hongyu: "No wonder the seniors favor you. You are indeed an anomaly. Under those circumstances
, can keep themselves from being possessed by the devil.”
"Haha, originally I was going to be possessed by a demon, but I was not willing to be possessed just like that, so I realized something on my own. What I didn't expect was that this thing would be so useful to me." Li Hongyu smiled.
Said: "I realized another me, and let him take the punishment on my behalf."
"If this were not the case, I would have been possessed by the devil by now. I have to thank you." Li Hongyu raised his head and looked at Qingsong and said, "If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't be able to understand this way of practice."
"You're welcome." Qingsong gritted his teeth and looked at Li Hongyu. Now he finally understood the feeling of hating the other person but being unable to do anything about him. The sword in his hand shook slightly and he pointed at Li Hongyu again.
Attacked.
The two fought together again, and Li Hongyu was obviously merciful. Otherwise, with his current strength, Qingsong would not have been able to last so long.
However, in other places, the battle had reached its final stage. Qingsong knew that the situation was over, so his actions became more and more urgent.
"Junior brother, why are you so stubborn?" Li Hongyu shouted, and with a move of his right hand, all seven puppets came forward.
The seven puppets represent the seven emotions. Qingsong's emotions were affected for a while. As soon as the sword in his hand moved, his vitality went out of control. There was a buzzing sound and the sword in his hand broke into three pieces.
Looking blankly at the hilt of the sword in his hand, Qingsong spat out a mouthful of blood. His appearance was aging at an extremely fast speed, and after a while, his hair was already gray.
He has completely lost his cultivation, and that image of a master was actually blessed by his cultivation. Now that he has lost his cultivation, he can no longer maintain that image.