Infinite martial arts new world

() In the deepest part of the hall, young Di Qinglin, the number one hero in the world, was still wearing his spotless white clothes, sitting cross-legged on the futon, with a thin knife lying flat on his lap, and waved to ask Yang Zheng to come to a place opposite him. Sit on the futon.

After sitting down, Yang Zheng asked, "I've always had a question that I still don't understand, and I want to ask you face to face."

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 meant to be sarcastic, he really didn't understand this question.

Di Qinglin said seriously: "You're right. The feeling you get from your own experience is the most accurate, but my own death is of course the most precious and the most enjoyable one, so I should experience it last."

"Then when will it be the last? How many people do you need to provide you with this kind of service before the 'final'?" After Yang Zheng finished speaking, he slowly opened the bag in his hand, revealing the farewell hook.

"There are still many heroes, beauties and my good friends in the world, and it will take a long time until the end."

Di Qinglin looked at the strange weapon on the opposite side, his eyes lit up, and asked: "This is the parting hook that Yang Hen used to rule the world?"

Yang Zheng held the parting hook in his hand in a strange way, which was not like holding a hook, and it was completely different from holding a sword. It was different from any kind of weapon. There was absolutely no second weapon in the world that could be held like this. .

Yang Zheng held the parting hook, and said lightly, "My father is able to rule 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 won't Get a taste of death from me."

Di Qinglin shook his head and smiled, "I really hope that you can have your father's level, and what I want is not as simple as your life."

"I'm afraid it's not easy to want my life." 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 me, please stand up."

Yang Zheng stood up as expected, of course he had to stand when he was about to do something.

Di Qinglin was still sitting where he was, with one hand sliding down from his knee, and slowly pressing on the ground beside him.

With a click, the futon that Yang Zheng made just now was suddenly moved away. Under the futon was not the ground, but a cave appeared. The cave was pitch black with no light, and it seemed to be the darkest place in the world.

This is a flap that opens from below, and 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 was opened.

Of course Yang Zheng couldn't help but want to look at it, and after just one glance, he bent down and almost couldn't help vomiting.

What did he see?

Although he will never forget what he saw, he will never say it.

The flap was 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 treat you like this?"

Yang Zheng shook his head, barely holding himself back from vomiting.

Di Qinglin said: "If you want a sword to be great, you must have a sacrificial sacrificial person. Originally, my sacrificial sacrificial person should be Wuwu, but unfortunately he died in your hands. Fortunately, the owner of the parting hook is enough to be my saber sacrificial master." So I must use my real martial arts to kill you at your peak state, although this is your final destination, it is not the way of your death."

After Di Qinglin finished speaking, he finally stood up from the futon, holding the thin knife in his hand, and the posture of holding the knife was somewhat similar to that of Yang Zheng.

The two stood facing each other. Neither of them made a move first, but they might do so at any time. All the muscles in their bodies had been completely relaxed, but they might burst out with the most powerful force in the next moment. They looked at each other, and at the same time felt Own.

The hall fell into a kind of absolute calm, and even the air had begun to freeze and no longer flow.

The hall was too deep, so there would never be any wind, but a candle seemed unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, and a small spark burst out.

There was a soft "pop".

The two figures disappeared in place almost at the same time, and then slammed into each other heavily.

The two rows of candles in the hall seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and fell to one side with a whistling sound, and the light suddenly dimmed.

A ball of blood burst out from the intersection of the two figures, adding a touch of brightness to the pale and dark hall.

Di Qinglin's martial arts were indeed beyond Yang Zheng's ability to resist. Strictly speaking, Yang Zheng was defeated by weapons.

Like Yang Zheng's parting hook, this thin knife was forged from the same person's hand, and it was also because of a casting error of a sword that this hook and this knife existed.

Di Qinglin's skills in using this saber have already entered the state of transformation, and he has entered the peak of the saber technique that he can do whatever he wants.

He manipulates this knife just like others manipulate their own thoughts, it will go where it wants to go, and it will never deviate even if it is wanted to pierce a person's heart.

More importantly, Yang Zheng's character is really not suitable for extreme extremes like using a parting hook, but Di Qinglin is a perfect match for his thin knife, sinister and ruthless.

The blade had already slashed at Yang Zheng's arm holding the parting hook. As long as he slashed downwards, the arm could be removed. Yang Zheng's parting hook only raised his head, and it was at least one foot away from Di Qinglin's body. , and by the time the farewell hook had traveled the distance of one foot, it was enough for the thin knife to cut off his arm.

What threat could there be without a parting hook held by an arm?Even if it was thrown out, at most it would just cut off a piece of meat from Di Qinglin's leg.A swordsman with a piece of flesh missing from his leg can still kill, but Yang Zheng, who has no arm, can only wait to die.

What Yang Zheng is best at is actually hitting the enemy with those strange methods, so he neither dodged to the sides, nor retreated, nor threw the parting hook, but squatted down on the spot.

The knife cuts downwards. No matter how 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 the power in his body to quickly lower his body to the ground.

But Di Qinglin's knife was faster. Before Yang Zheng squatted down completely, the blade almost touched his bones. Even if he was lying on the ground, the knife could cut off his arm.

The fallen candlelight 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 onto the smooth marble floor. Di Qinglin looked at the big hole in front of him, shook his head and sneered, "Are you so eager to be with them? That's right, it's your destination in the first place."

them?which of them?Did Di Qinglin already know everything?

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Brother deshane's rewards are always so coquettish, I will miss them inadvertently~~~