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Chapter 1390 Nian Kong
She is the only one left in the Zodiac Dragon Palace.
The wedding dress is gone, but the sword is in hand.
There was determination in his eyes, but his heart was trembling.
After all, there needs to be an ending.
Then, just kill me.
It would be better to just die if one person is left with only pain.
"Draw out your sword." Long Qingwu looked at Qin Qi.
This was someone she never dared to face face to face, someone she shouldn't have met in the first place.
Before leaving Tianyuan, Qin Qi said that this day will eventually come, and when that time comes, there will definitely be a situation where they hold swords against each other.
Now, Long Qingwu is as he wished.
Draw your sword.
Cut off this sword and end this life and the next!
Qin Qi didn't think he would be soft-hearted. From the moment he learned about Fu Caixuan's death, he was already enveloped in murderous intent.
No one can stop his steps. Anyone who stands in front of him, no matter who he is, will be killed!
His heart should be cold.
Even after killing the entire Zodiac Dragon Palace, the countless bones and blood never left him feeling hesitant or confused.
However, at this moment, facing Long Qingwu, Qin Qi could not maintain his iron heart.
His heart aches.
Who can help but feel sorry for this girl?
"Draw out the sword!" Long Qingwu roared, pointing the long sword in his hand at Qin Qi.
"Draw out the sword!"
Long Qingwu gritted her teeth, with determination in her eyes. She tried her best to strike at Qin Qi.
Her cultivation level is considered top-notch among the younger generation, but it is nothing in front of Qin Qi. Qin Qi doesn't even need to dodge this sword light.
Even though Long Qingwu tried her best, she couldn't break through his defense.
However, when Qin Qi retreated and avoided again, Dragon God's Tears of Heaven became heavier than ever before, and he even became unable to wave them.
"What are you waiting for? Kill me and this will be over. Draw your sword!" Long Qingwu cried out sadly, tears spreading in the air. Her sword moved faster and faster, like rain and waterfalls.
She wanted to force Qin Qi to take action, she wanted to end everything.
In the distance, everyone is watching.
No one can stop this.
"Sister, will he kill Senior Sister Long?" Li Ningshang asked softly, with some sadness in her eyes.
"He..." Li Ningshuang's mouth was filled with bitterness. She didn't know what Qin Qi would choose.
"This bastard, he doesn't really want to kill the Dragon Goddess!" Wu Jing gritted his teeth, looking at the people around him in the Imperial City, he could only sigh.
"Baby Luo, what should we do? I feel so bad." Xiao Huang whispered, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.
Green Luo didn't know how to answer.
But if I were to feel uncomfortable, who could compare to those two people?
One loses a loved one.
One lost everything.
Long Qingwu attacked like crazy, but could not touch Qin Qi even an inch, but the battle could not continue forever. Long Qingwu was forcing Qin Qi to make a choice.
"Draw out the sword!"
Long Qingwu shouted and slashed straight at Qin Qi with his long sword.
Qin Qi gritted his teeth, the expression in his eyes finally settled, and the Dragon God's Heavenly Tears burst out.
A flash of relief flashed in Long Qingwu's eyes. She was crying, but she laughed.
Her hand holding the sword loosened, the sword fell, and she opened her arms towards Qin Qi's sword, like a moth to the flame.
it's over.
"puff!"
The long sword penetrated Long Qingwu's body, and the blood instantly dyed her plain clothes red.
Qin Qi's pupils suddenly shrank violently.
Tremble, hesitate.
Long Qingwu stepped forward, letting the sword blade penetrate her body continuously. She stood in front of Qin Qi, like an intimate couple, hugged Qin Qi and kissed Qin Qi's lips.
Very soft.
Very cold.
Very bitter.
"I hate you." Long Qingwu's voice sounded in Qin Qi's ears.
…
Glanced at him.
It was a waste of her life!
…
it's over.
Seeing this scene, no one could say a word.
Qin Qi withdrew his long sword, hugged Long Qingwu horizontally, and disappeared directly from the spot.
This battle is over.
The Zodiac Dragon Palace no longer exists, and the last person died under Qin Qi's sword.
But obviously, Qin Qi's revenge will not end like this.
Where will the next stop be?
But if Qin Qi continues to be crazy, then many forces in the human race may not be able to sit idly by and ignore it.
How things will develop, no one knows.
But since even Long Qingwu died under Qin Qi's sword.
Then no matter who stands in front of Qin Qi, Qin Qi will kill him!
…
An unknown mountain village.
Smoke curls from cooking pots and catkins flutter.
This is the world of mortals, and warriors' struggle for hegemony has nothing to do with them.
It's ordinary and simple here.
Qin Qi came here with Long Qingwu in his arms and placed her under a willow tree by the pond.
"I'm sorry." Qin Qi whispered, stretched out his hand, and Long Qingwu's wounds healed quickly.
Qin Qi's sword could not be struck.
He thought he could kill anyone who stood in his way, but he found that he couldn't kill her.
But for her, continuing to live would be endless pain.
If not, let’s start over again!
Qin Qi's sword deceived everyone, including Long Qingwu. This sword could not kill her, and she was still alive.
But she will forget everything, forget the sect, forget the master, forget him.
Since Long Qingwu said that after meeting him, her life became very bad.
Then, just pretend that we have never met.
The dark wizard appears and erases Long Qingwu's memory.
From now on, she will no longer remember him.
"Forgive my selfishness and live well." Qin Qi whispered, then slowly backed away, step by step into the void.
The picture of Long Qingwu blurred before his eyes, this was probably his last look.
I hope she can be happy and contented all her life.
I hope I won’t meet him again.
After Qin Qi left, Long Qingwu slowly woke up, her eyes full of confusion, like a newborn baby.
She looked around curiously and scratched her head, feeling a little troubled and confused.
She sniffed it with her cute little nose, and there seemed to be a strange smell lingering in the air. It was very familiar, but she couldn't recall it.
Her beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle, she felt uncomfortable and her mind was in confusion.
But at this time, the sound of wooden fish came to her ears, making her calm down instantly.
Long Qingwu looked over curiously, and saw a monk, who looked like an ascetic, wearing shabby clothes, walking towards him while knocking on wooden fish.
But strangely, he didn't seem to care about what was under his feet. No matter it was a pond or a big rock, it couldn't make him change direction.
Along the way, every step can overcome all obstacles.
"Amitabha, female donor, you are destined to be my Buddha, would you like to follow me and convert to Buddhism?" The monk came to Long Qingwu and asked softly.
His eyes are reassuring, very clear and clean, as if they can wash away the filth and evil obstacles of time and lead people to bliss.
Long Qingwu didn't know how to answer, so he hurriedly bowed to the monk, and then said: "Master, I can't remember the past, can Buddha remind me of everything?"
"Forgetting is liberation. It can be sought but not obtained, so why bother clinging to the past?" The monk said with a slight smile.
"But, I think it's very important." Long Qingwu said.
The monk nodded and did not force it. He just said: "Maybe, do you want to give it a try?"
"Okay." Long Qingwu smiled and nodded.
When she smiled, it seemed as if this monk, who had no desires or desires, had a mortal heart beating.
Realizing this, the monk immediately clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", and then he calmed down, but he couldn't help but smile bitterly. This cultivation road is far away, and he is not far enough.
"Does the female donor remember her name?" the monk asked.
"Who am I?" Long Qingwu tilted her head, but couldn't think of anything.
She wanted to recall a name, but the one that jumped the most was two characters. It was very blurry and she couldn't see the last name clearly, only "empty".
"I only remember Kong, but I don't know if it's my name." Long Qingwu said.
"Kong?" The monk nodded, then smiled and said: "Since the female donor wants to convert to Buddhism, how about asking the young monk to give you a Buddhist name?"
Long Qingwu tilted his head, but there was no change, and said: "Excuse me, Master."
"Then let's call you 'Nian Kong'."
One memory, one thought, one recollection.
It has been forgotten, it has been decided, it has become empty.
"Nian Kong?" Long Qingwu smiled slightly, this name is not annoying.
"Let's go." The monk smiled.
"Yes." Long Qingwu nodded and followed the monk away.