In the deepest part of the hall, Di Qinglin, the best young hero in the world, was still wearing his spotless white clothes, sitting cross-legged on a futon, with a thin knife flat on his lap, waving to invite Yang Zheng to sit on a futon opposite him.
sit down.
After Yang Zheng sat down, he asked: "I have a question that I don't understand, and I want to ask you in person."
Di Qinglin nodded: "Please tell me."
"Since you want to know what it's like to die, why don't you experience it yourself." Yang Zheng wasn't joking, nor did he mean to be sarcastic. He really didn't understand this question.
Di Qinglin said seriously: "You are right, the feeling that can be experienced personally is the most accurate, but of course my own death is the most precious and the most flavorful one, so it should be experienced last."
"Then when is the end? How many more people are needed to provide you with this kind of service before the 'final'?" After Yang Zheng finished speaking, he slowly opened the baggage in his hand, revealing the parting hook.
"There are still many heroes, beauties and my good friends in the world. It will take a long time to come to the end."
Di Qinglin looked at the strange-handled weapon opposite, his eyes lit up, and asked: "Is this the parting hook that Yang Hen used to dominate the world in the past?"
Yang Zheng held the parting hook in his hand in a strange way. It was not like holding a hook, and it was completely different from holding a sword. It was different from any kind of weapon. There is absolutely no other weapon in the world that can be held like this.
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Yang Zheng held the parting hook and said calmly: "My father is able to control the world not because of the parting hook, but because he is Yang Hen. And don't worry, even if I die in your hands today, you will not
Experience death from me."
Di Qinglin shook his head and said with a smile: "I really hope you can reach the level of your father, and what I want is not as simple as your life."
"I'm afraid it's not easy to kill me," Yang Zheng said.
"You are wrong again. I can kill you at any time." Di Qinglin raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "If you don't believe it, please stand up."
Yang Zheng stood up as expected. Of course he had to stand when he was about to take action.
Di Qinglin still sat where he was, with one hand sliding down from his knee and slowly pressing it on the ground beside him.
With a click, the futon that Yang Zheng had just made suddenly moved away. Instead of the ground, a cave appeared under the futon. The cave was pitch black without a trace of light. It seemed to be the darkest place in the world.
This is a kind of flap that opens from below. The futon is fixed on a flap. If Yang Zheng was still sitting on the futon, he would have fallen into this hole as soon as the flap opened.
Of course Yang Zheng couldn't help but want to take a look. After just one glance, he bent down and almost couldn't help but vomit.
What did he see?
Although he will never forget what he saw, he will never speak out about it.
The flap slowly closed, the futon moved back to its original place, and everything returned to its original state. Only then did Di Qinglin ask Yang Zheng: "Do you know why I didn't do this to you?"
Yang Zheng shook his head, barely holding back from vomiting.
Di Qinglin said: "If a sword wants to become a master, it must have a sacrificial person. Originally, my sacrificial sword person should have nothing, but it is a pity that he died in your hands. Fortunately, the owner of the parting hook is enough to be my master of swordsmanship."
I am a sacrificial swordsman, so I must use my true martial arts to kill you at your peak. Although this is your final destination, it is not the way you die."
After Di Qinglin said this, he finally stood up from the futon and held the thin knife in his hand. The posture of holding the knife was somewhat similar to Yang Zheng.
The two of them stood opposite each other. No one made a move first, but they might take action at any time. All the muscles in their bodies had been completely relaxed, but they might burst out with the most powerful force at the next moment. They looked at each other and felt at the same time.
Own.
The hall fell into an absolute calm, and even the air began to solidify and no longer flow.
The hall was too deep, so there would never be any wind, but a candle seemed unable to stand the depressing atmosphere and burst out a small spark.
There was a soft "pop" sound.
The two figures disappeared from the spot almost at the same time, and then collided heavily.
The two rows of candles in the hall seemed to have been blown by a strong wind. They all fell to one side with a whirring sound, and the light suddenly dimmed.
A ball of blood burst out from the intersection of the two figures, adding a bright color to the pale and dark hall.
Di Qinglin's martial arts was indeed beyond what Yang Zheng could contend with. Strictly speaking, Yang Zheng was defeated by weapons.
Like Yang Zheng's farewell hook, this thin sword was cast by the same person, and it was also due to a mistake in casting a sword that the hook and the sword came into being.
Di Qinglin's skill in using this sword has already entered the state of transformation, and he has entered the peak of sword skills at will.
He manipulates the knife just like others manipulate their own thoughts. Wherever he wants it to go, it will go. If he wants it to pierce a person's heart, it will never be wrong in the slightest.
More importantly, Yang Zheng's character is really not suitable for using the parting hook, which is so extreme, but Di Qinglin is a perfect match for his thin knife, sinister and ruthless.
The blade has already struck Yang Zheng's arm holding the parting hook. As long as he slashes downwards, the arm can be removed. Only then does Yang Zheng's parting hook raise its head. It is at least one foot away from Di Qinglin's body.
, and by the time the parting hook has traveled this one-foot distance, it will be enough time for the thin knife to cut off his arm.
What threat can there be without the parting hook held by the arm? Even if it is thrown out, it will only cut off a piece of meat on Di Qinglin's leg. A swordsman with a piece of meat missing from his leg can still kill people, and Yang Zheng without an arm can still kill people.
Just wait to die.
Yang Zheng's best skill was actually using weird and bizarre methods to hit the enemy, so he neither ducked to either side, nor retreated, nor did he throw a parting hook, but squatted down on the spot.
The knife cuts downwards. No matter how hard the person hit by the knife hides, the wound will only be enlarged. Only by squatting can the blade leave the body.
Yang Zheng almost used all his strength to lower his body quickly towards the ground.
But Di Qinglin's knife was faster. Before Yang Zheng could squat down completely, the blade was almost touching his bones. Even if he was lying on the ground, this knife could cut off his arm.
The candlelight that had fallen down in the hall finally recovered, illuminating the hall brightly.
And there was only one person left in the hall.
A drop of blood slid across the blade and dripped on the smooth marble floor. Di Qinglin looked at the big hole in front of him, shook his head and sneered: "Are you so anxious to keep company with them? Well, it was your destination in the first place."
They? Which they? Does Di Qinglin already know everything?
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Brother deshane’s rewards are always so coquettish that I miss them inadvertently~~~
