If it is said that a sword can cut a thatch, someone must believe it.

If it is said that a sword can split a mountain rock, some people may believe it.

But if it is said that a sword can open mountains, shatter mountains, cut rivers and streams, and open up the world, then the world will definitely denounce this as nonsense.

Indeed, Shang Zhengyu's sword cannot cut the river and cut off the flow, and it cannot open the world.

But it can kill!

That's enough!

Blood splashed in five steps, crimson stained!

In Lin Xing's eyes, everything was dyed with blood, and the huge chessboard above his head was still suspended there, and the nineteen vertical and horizontal paths on it were like eternal numerology, telling the rise and fall of generation after generation, and witnessing the vicissitudes of life one after another.

But after all, it's ...... It's cracked!

A sword mark appeared on the chessboard like a light stroke written on rice paper, but the whole chess game was messy. The originally good situation collapsed overwhelmingly, and the black and white pieces that were originally hanging upside down on the chessboard gradually loosened, and finally fell like raindrops, and finally disintegrated and disappeared in the void, leaving not even the slightest trace.

Nineteen Paths were once the Heavenly Dao that Lin Xing relied on to survive in his heart.

now

The sky fell.

The chessboard on the dome collapsed with a bang, like snow on a tree that was suddenly blown down by the wind and could no longer take shape. Lin Xing fell to the ground, just watching his vertical and horizontal nineteen paths fall, unwilling, resentful, but in the end, he could only condense into a sigh that he couldn't spit out in his mouth.

Lin Xing's heart veins had been cut off by Shang Zhengyu, and gurgling blood water gushed out, spreading out into a large area of blood on the ground, like a blooming blood lotus.

Shang Zhengyu stood beside him and looked condescendingly at the dying Lin Xing, with no joy or sorrow in his eyes.

Shang Zhengyu was not happy, Lin Xing's claws fell straight on Shang Zhengyu's chest, and the protective qi was caught out of ten blood holes before he could resist, and his sternum was broken a lot. But at that time, Shang Zhengyu's reflexive sword finger had already pierced Lin Xing's heart first, and Lin Xing wanted to further tear Shang Zhengyu's chest with his claws, almost succeeding, but after all, his strength was weak.

The two of them fell from the sky together, but only Shang Zhengyu stood up.

Shang Zhengyu's body was not intact, his shirt had been completely torn, and ten blood holes were shockingly imprinted on Shang Zhengyu's chest, and the gurgling blood was still flowing outward, staining most of Shang Zhengyu's body.

It's just that this body still supports Shang Zhengyu like steel, and he didn't let him fall. Let him stand to the end, and also see the death of his opponent.

Surprisingly, Shang Zhengyu's mask was never broken.

In the eyes of outsiders, the winner is always Huang Zixian!

There was a loud sound in the air behind him, Shang Zhengyu didn't even have the strength to look back, if it was Lin Xing's people, then he could only accept his fate.

Fortunately, a fragrant breeze blew, and Shang Zhengyu already knew who it was.

"How did you get this look!Zixian, are you okay!" The first person to rush in front of Shang Zhengyu was actually Hongying, and this was the first time that Shang Zhengyu heard a little anxiety from her tone.

There is also hesitation and fear.

For no reason, Shang Zhengyu's originally hanging heart also let go. She is the rainbow warbler of Tianxiang Yuan, and she is no longer the Black Tiger Venerable of the Heavenly Dao.

With her, there is no need to worry about herself.

Shang Zhengyu, whose face was covered in blood, opened his mouth slightly, but only a stream of blood overflowed, and he couldn't say anything. Although Lin Xing did not inflict a direct heavy blow on Shang Zhengyu, the strength that invaded the meridians of China wreaked havoc in Shang Zhengyu's body, and the reason why Shang Zhengyu stood motionless just now was to suppress the strength in his body, but this opening suddenly broke the original balance in his body, and the internal injury suddenly became a little heavier. 135 Chinese

Shang Zhengyu's eyes lit up, and he fell down like this.

I only heard two coquettish voices around me, and I was no longer conscious.

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When Shang Zhengyu woke up, he found that he had arrived at Ma Laojiu's boat, and the dark fragrance in his room was floating, and the medicinal smell was permeating, and the two pretty figures were sitting on the side of his bed, leaning on the side and closing their eyes to recuperate.

Maybe he was tired, Shang Zhengyu woke up and Hongying didn't notice it for the first time.

Hongying sat on the side of Shang Zhengyu's bed, without a black veil to cover her face, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened, and when she saw Shang Zhengyu who opened her eyes, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

This smile is silent and frightening.

The third time, this is the third time Shang Zhengyu has seen Hongying smile.

Hongying stretched out her hand to help Shang Zhengyu, it seemed that she had done this many times in the past few days, but she immediately stopped halfway through her hands. The two looked at each other, and for a while, an embarrassment spread in the room.

"Thanks to my seniors, I was able to get up by myself. Shang Zhengyu gritted his teeth and tossed to his feet. No matter what happened when he was unconscious, at least when he was awake, he still had to keep his principles.

He is Huang Zixian, but he is also Shang Zhengyu.

A strange budding movement flashed in Hongying's eyes, and Shang Zhengyu saw it in his eyes, but he didn't know what it contained. Hongying woke up Liujin to boil medicine, Liujin saw Shang Zhengyu wake up, happy like a jubilant magpie, chattering for a long time, until Hongying's face suddenly turned cold, she stuck out her tongue and ran out of the room, and before leaving, she waved a small pink fist at Shang Zhengyu, I don't know what it means.

The room was quiet again, Shang Zhengyu felt a little embarrassed, Hongying sat aside again and didn't mean to speak, Shang Zhengyu could only smile and take the lead in speaking: "Senior, dare to ask me how long I've been in a coma." ”

"It's been three days. "Hongying cherishes words like gold, and seems to have some worries. A moment of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but in the end, she turned her head to face Shang Zhengyu and said, "What's the matter with the injuries on your body?"

"Injury?" Shang Zhengyu didn't realize that something was wrong at first, but then he reacted! Hongying and Liujin felt that the clothes on their upper bodies were basically torn, and they could be said to be naked, plus now that they had changed into new clothes, even a fool could understand what happened during the period!

"Ah, that!"

Shang Zhengyu was a little speechless for a while, and then looked at Hongying, Hongying skimmed her face, but the inexplicable crimson on her cheeks couldn't deceive people.

Shang Zhengyu smiled awkwardly, no one asked about this matter tacitly, Shang Zhengyu smiled: "Did the predecessor say that these ten fingerprints on the chest? Naturally, Lin Xing left it." As the seniors said, this Lin Xing's vertical and horizontal nineteen road grabs are really powerful, and the juniors are desperate to win a move, if it weren't for the ......"

"I'm not asking you this!" Hongying interrupted Shang Zhengyu's words arrogantly, turned her head to face Shang Zhengyu, and glared angrily, as if he was going to dismantle him if he didn't tell the truth!

Shang Zhengyu suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he was stared at by Hongying like this, he coughed lightly, turned around and pointed to his back: "If the predecessor said the two scars on his back, they were left on the battlefield in Langfu, I met a powerful man and was slashed twice by him, but he was also killed by me." ”

Then he pointed to the side: "This knife was left in the Northern Regions, and I met the largest horse bandit in the Northern Regions, and I was wounded by him in the battle with their leader, but in the end I still won." ”

"As for this. Shang Zhengyu patted his chest, as for the claw marks that had long healed: "I was clawed by a madman in an unnamed canyon in the Northern Regions." Speaking of which, Shang Zhengyu's mind suddenly appeared that Ning Zhengyu's underwhelming look, although now Ning Zhengyu is also half of Shang Zhengyu's master, but in private, the two of them are still fighting as in the past.

"As for the other wounds, they are basically left on the battlefield, and some are memorials left by fighting with others on the rivers and lakes earlier. ”

......

Shang Zhengyu originally just wanted to say a few words casually and perfunctory about the past, but the more he talked about it, the more he talked, many memories of the past came flooding out, and scenes from the past came to mind. Shang Zhengyu's eyes flashed with more and more memorial colors, but the color in Hongying's eyes, as the only listener, became more and more depressed.

"What about here?" Hongying stared at Shang Zhengyu's right shoulder, she still remembered her shocked expression when she saw the torn, hideous wound, and her heart suddenly twisted like a knife for no reason.

"Here?" Shang Zhengyu looked over his right shoulder, scratched his head with a smile, and said, "There is a knife wound that was left by that mist girl in the Dongming Ninja. As for that messy wound—"

Shang Zhengyu glanced at Hongying, and saw that her eyes flashed with perseverance and perseverance, so he smiled casually: "That wound has a little to do with the seniors." ”