C1876 Low World Is Not Low
C1876 Low World Is Not Low
Ye Lingtian twitched his lips and said with a face full of annoyance: "Say it again, I don't want to hear your story."
"I didn't have the mood to tell you."
Ma Qingkong handed a cigarette to Ye Lingtian and whispered, "I want to talk to you about my master Qiu Shuihan. Why?" "Not interested?"
The snowstorm lit up his cigarette. Ye Lingtian pretended to be calm and replied casually: "What about her?"
"Her past." Ma Qingkong let out a puff of smoke and the door of memory opened.
In the snowstorm, Ma Qingkong's voice trembled slightly as he told Qiu Shuihan's story.
After Ma Qingkong finished his story, Ye Lingtian's face darkened. He doubted the authenticity of Ma Qingkong's words. "Why would she tell you these things?"
Ma Qingkong smiled at Ye Lingtian, "She knows who I am and what it means to me to tell me all of this."
"Actually, she doesn't need it. When she saves me from those robbers, I'll give him my life."
Ye Lingtian put out his cigarette in the snow and looked at Ma Qingkong with a complicated expression.
"You're different from Wang Shaoshao, you're not the kind of person that would commit adultery and evil."
Ma Qingkong did not refute her, "Not only am I not that kind of evil person, neither is Senior Sister, neither is Master."
"I'll never forget the way she looked at me when she saw me burying the body of the robber."
"It was also because I buried the body of the bandit that she decided to pass down the Immortal Arts to me."
Ye Lingtian frowned, then patted the snow on his body in confusion.
"According to your personality, you shouldn't be acting like this."
"She shouldn't have let you kill people. She shouldn't have let you become like this."
"Haven't you hated her in a thousand years?"
Ma Qingkong lowered his head to look at his feet. The cold wind blew over as he gathered up the fur coat that was wrapped around his body.
"Actually, I have my own thoughts for a while."
"But after thinking about it, how could I be without a master? My life is hers, and I'll do whatever she wants me to do. "
"Actually, there are times when some people should not have been killed. If they were to make a move, it would mean that they have evil intentions."
Ye Lingtian stood up and looked at Ma Qingkong. "Tell me about her past. What is her intention?"
Ma Qingkong also stood up and sincerely asked: "When you reach the Immortal Arts world, you have to help her.".
Noticing Ye Lingtian's silence, Ma Qingkong followed suit.
"Compared to Senior Sister, I don't have a high position in Master's heart."
"But when it comes to my understanding of Master, Senior Sister is not as good as me."
"Master may seem cold and ruthless, but she is actually very gentle. She was forced to this stage by reality."
Ye Lingtian waved his hand. "Don't explain. I know what to do."
Ma Qingkong put the last cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a big gulp.
Seeing him like this, Ye Lingtian was completely convinced, "I thought I had a big addiction. Who would want to compete with you? You haven't even graduated from kindergarten."
"I'm not addicted to cigarettes that much either. It's just that I won't be able to smoke cigarettes anymore in the future. It's a great experience."
Ma Qingkong picked up the Han Knife and pouted.
"After having said so much, Miss Wen should be impatient. Let's begin."
Ye Lingtian stepped on the snow, facing the direction where Wang Shaoshao fell and sighed: "Compared to Wang Shaoshao, you don't deserve to die."
"I want to die." Ma Qingkong stopped his steps and pulled out the Han Knife, "Let's do it here."
Ye Lingtian responded and took a few steps forward.
"If you have any last wishes, I will do my best to fulfill them."
Ma Qingkong held the blade with both of his hands, and gentleness filled between his brows: "Bury this blade beside the path of the Cangzhou Ancient Pavilion!"
"What was the woman's name?" Ye Lingtian slowly crouched down and held his sword behind his back as he stared at Ma Qingkong.
"Zhang Qing Qing Qing!"
Ma Qingkong spat out three words and the slim girl suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ye Lingtian pressed his left hand on the snow and frowned.
"When facing an enemy in battle, you must calm your mind and calm your mind. You've been distracted since the beginning, and you've disappointed me."
Ma Qingkong smiled casually: "Since that's the case, why didn't you attack?"
"That flaw isn't worth for me to make a move."
"If you are still like this in the next battle, you won't be able to survive much longer."
Ma Qingkong took half a step forward with his right foot and raised his eyebrows: "Luckily you didn't attack."
Ye Lingtian's heart tightened, he still had some lingering fear: "Yes, luckily we didn't attack, otherwise we would have been beaten."
Ma Qingkong shook his head: "I'm not waiting for a beating, I'm waiting for death."
"It's a life-and-death duel between us, not a spar."
Ye Lingtian was amused. "You won't kill me!"
Ma Qingkong took a deep breath and a bright immortal energy started to flash on the blade.
"If you really have this kind of thought, you would cry to death if you fought with me and Master made a mistake."
Ye Lingtian's hand finally pressed on the snow-covered ground. His right arm was raised up slantingly and the cold light in his eyes trembled slightly.
"Thank goodness I'm not!" Ye Lingtian looked at the long blade emitting an indigo glow and asked, "Your real name is Ma Qingkong?"
"I forgot my real name, just write Ma Qingkong's name on the tombstone!"
Ma Qingkong squatted down, raised the knife above his head and said in a deep voice, "Even though the short knife is dangerous, its combat power is still inferior to the long sword."
When you reach the Immortal Arts world, you will need to use Han Knife and not a short blade. "
"Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how I died."
A stream of immortal energy poured into the cold light, causing the blade to glow brightly. At the same time, the body of the blade suddenly expanded, turning into the appearance of a Han Knife.
The cold light that was constantly trembling was calm like this. The cold air that was faintly discernable was suffused by the wind and snow. It seemed to have a domineering aura to it.
Ye Lingtian looked at Ma Qingkong gratefully. "Thanks for the reminder."
"Don't thank me. You should thank your master. The reason she let me come to the Wasteland was to make you."
"I, Ma Qingkong, have cultivated for a thousand years. Not to mention that my blade technique has reached the Transformation Boundary, I am considered one of the best in terms of Secret World."
Speaking up to here, Ma Qingkong looked at Wen Xingchen who stood proudly in the snow.
"I might be inferior to Miss Wen, but my skills should be more suitable for you than hers!"
Ye Lingtian quietly felt the cold light change. He said softly, "Your blade still gives me a strong sense of oppression. Perhaps you are the strongest opponent I've met since I've come this far."
"The opponents you'll encounter in the future will be even stronger!"
Ma Qingkong leaned to the side and said in a deep voice, "The problem Master gave you is not easy to solve."
"Ye Lingtian, in this wasteland, can you achieve your glory? Let's fight here! "Watch carefully!"
After he finished speaking, Ma Qingkong rushed towards Ye Lingtian against the wind and snow.
The moment it was about to reach Ye Lingtian, the long sword suddenly hacked down.
Ye Lingtian turned around and a cold light shot up from the bottom.
Clang!
The two blades intersected, and the wind and snow suddenly stopped!
Ye Lingtian rolled backwards and a cold light flashed.
Dang!" Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Ma Qingkong held the sword with both of his hands and swung it up, down, left, right and raised it up.
In the instant that Ye Lingtian's attack was easily resolved, he leaped into the air.
"Kill!"
Clang!
Ye Lingtian held his blade with both of his hands and half-knelt on the ground, blocking the Han Knife that was coming down from the sky.
"Go!"
Ma Qingkong raised his right foot and kicked towards Ye Lingtian's lower abdomen.
Ye Lingtian slashed downward with his cold gaze. Before he could get up, he exerted a little strength in his knees and slid more than twenty meters backwards.
Shua shua shua shua shua!
The snow that was hit by the force had already turned into ice and fell to the ground.
Ma Qingkong half squatted with his right foot extended forward and his left leg supporting him.
The blade and sword faced down, pulling upwards diagonally, a gratified smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"I thought that the first wave of attacks would make you flustered. I never would have thought that you could deal with it so easily."
Ye Lingtian's hands trembled slightly as he held the cold light.
"How can I take your life if I can't deal with your first attack?"
At this point, Ye Lingtian raised the saber above his head and said: "You are very smart, you don't use your immortal power."
Ma Qingkong almost laughed out loud: "You think I'm that stupid to attack someone with my own weaknesses?"
Ye Lingtian thought for a while and also said: "You're finished. Is it my turn next?"
"Yes, after learning my attack, I'll let you see how I defend!"
Ma Qingkong's face suddenly darkened: "Comprehension by the heart, these are the insights I gained in a thousand years!"
"I will!" Ye Lingtian nodded heavily and a bright light flashed on the blade of the sword.
The dragon that was still earlier began to dance in excitement.
In the distance, Wen Xingchen, who was in the midst of the snowstorm, had her eyes closed as she used her mind to check the movements of Ye Lingtian and Ma Qingkong.
Before the match, she didn't have much hope for this one.
Just now, she even felt that Ma Qingkong's knife skills were slightly rough and needed a lot of improvement.
She believed that in this world, Ma Qingkong was the king of all sabresmanship. Once in the Immortal Arts world, there would be no place for Ma Qingkong.
However, when she thought about it again, she suddenly realized that she had been very wrong.
If Ma Qingkong's blade technique was refined, would the dominance and sharpness of the blade still exist?
When she thought about Ye Lingtian's response, Wen Xingchen gradually understood what she didn't understand before.
The short knife could be played as she was, with exquisite ease.
The Han Knife had to follow Ma Qingkong's route.
Ye Zichen thought back to his fight with Wang Shaoshao, and felt a chill run down her spine.
If Wang Shaoshao's speed was almost the same as his, then the one to fall in the end wouldn't be Wang Shaoshao, but himself.
could no longer look at the Martial Cultivator of this world with the same gaze.
Their fighting strength was not strong, but it did not mean that their comprehension was poor, nor did it mean that they were not working hard, but rather restricted by the Space Rules.
"This low realm is actually not low. At the very least, the performance of the elite Martial Cultivator is very impressive."
Wen Xingchen had her hands behind her back, her long hair fluttering in the wind. She looked at the two people in confrontation and mumbled to herself, "Ye Lingtian, will you give me an even bigger surprise?"
Just as he finished speaking, Ye Lingtian made his move.
Wen Xingchen's eyes lit up as she praised, "What a great Ye Lingtian!"
In the blizzard, Ye Lingtian leaped into the air and slashed down at Ma Qingkong with both of his hands holding onto his saber.
Before this slash, there was no domineering aura nor was there any killing intent.
The moment they were about to come into contact with Ma Qingkong, a monstrous killing intent surged over them like floodwaters.
What followed was a domineering aura — a domineering aura that only I, in the heavens and in the earth, could possess!