Chapter 20 There is a touch called forgiveness

Chapter 20 has a touch called forgiveness

Qing Yu gradually calmed down. He knew that he could only rely on his brain and intelligence to treat opponents who were stronger than him. Although the strong in the world were respected, the wise man controlled the mainland and controlled the strong.

He stared at Murong Qiushui, but his brain was spinning. Murong Qiushui's speed was too fast, that is, he was faster than himself. Although the level was higher than himself, the output of strength was almost the same as himself, thanks to the strong internal force emitted by his inner elixir integrated with the heart.

Only by holding his own base and waiting for the other party to attack, he can't find his own flaws. Although his hand speed and legs are not as fast as the other party's, he punches me, and I will definitely be able to return his leg. In addition, I am still physically strong. In this battle, ten * will win.

Murong Qiushui was constantly gasping, and at the same time, his surprise was unparalleled. He couldn't compete with this little teenager, and when he was facing him, he faintly felt that his internal strength was strong, and he couldn't compare with him. Does it really respond to that sentence, is there anyone outside, and there is a sky outside?

He doesn't believe how his genius, the hegemony of Lingzong, can lose to this almost unknown youngster, and the level is one level away. Qingyu wiped the blood stains on his mouth. There were countless fists on his chest and shoulders, but the faintly painful Qingyu was happy. Why?

Because Qingyu felt that Neidan was repairing his injury and made himself feel less painful. Originally, these attacks were internal injuries for ordinary people.

As if he didn't know the pain, Murong Qiushui punched him close to him, and he gave him a kick without showing weakness. In this way, he punched each other hundreds of times, and both of them were scarred.

Qing Yu smiled, because he had seen the dawn of victory, that is, Murong Qiushui's physical strength was about to run out.

"Wow... Good boy..."

At this moment, Murong Qiushui not only saw sweat on his forehead, but also began to beat in his heart. When such a strange teenager came from heaven, this is simply a special purpose to suppress himself. Of course, Murong Qiushui is best at fast fighting. If it takes a long time, it will definitely be a fore to lose.

"You're going to lose..."

Qing Yu's smile is so dazzling in Murong Qiushui's eyes, and his voice is so harsh. Qingyu's momentum at this moment is no worse than Murong Qiushui's. Anyone can see that this is the courage that a person who has really experienced killing will have.

All people are about to fall off because of Qingyu's reassurance words.

"You're going to lose"

With such a simple four words, I'm afraid that no one present can say this so confidently in the face of Murong Qiushui.

Murong Qiushui's face turned pale, and Qing Yu's words were like a nail nailing him. His momentum was not as strong as when he first came to power. He was suppressed by Qing Yu's breath. He couldn't help but feel ashamed that he, a swordsman, would lose to a swordsman, and he lost so lack of temper.

Murong Qiushui looked into Qingyu's eyes, and until this moment, Qingyu's eyes still showed strong self-confidence. He played drums in his heart for a while. Did this guy realize that he would win from the beginning?

This is Murong Qiushui overestimated Qingyu. Qingyu never thought that he could win so completely.

"Wow..."

The whole field is silent. They are all waiting for Murong Qiushui to admit defeat, so they can cheer loudly, not just because Qing Yu is about to get a beautiful person. Murong Qiushui clasped his hands and shrugged his shoulders feebly, but his eyes were full of resentment.

Of course, such a Lingzong genius who was expelled from the wall in the past, such an domineering genius who appeared gorgeously, was defeated by an inconspicuous little man. Not only was he ashamed, he gradually felt dizzy, and the whole world seemed to be laughing at him.

Qing Yu slowly walked to Murong Qiushui, and many people curiously wondered whether this was Qing Yu's last fatal blow or knock him off the ring.

Murong Qiushui sneered and forced his luck to take his last blow, at least not to seriously injured himself. However, an unexpected scene appeared. A teenager who had just broken the ground and miraculously won the martial arts conference, stretched out his hand when everyone thought he was going to give his opponent the last blow to the ring.

He knew that the man in front of him, whose surname was Murong, was the younger brother of the patriarch. He must have done something wrong before, which would cause everyone's strong disgust and hatred, so that Murong He would drive him away as soon as he saw him, but he saw helplessness and depression in Murong Qiushui's eyes. The helplessness of a person facing everyone in this sect alone

A person, a sword, and a thin body seem to face the whole world.

He stretched out his hand, and the friendly hand that planned to take Murong Qiushui's friendly hand was stunned. They didn't expect that Qing Yu could afford to let go so much. He was just a struggling opponent, but at this moment... Murong Qiushui looked at Qingyu and curled his lips. He felt a great humiliation. When, he actually fell to the point of making a smelly little hairy and dry. A strong anger forced him to support his body. Under the surprise of everyone, when Qing Yu did not react.

"Xiao Qin, be careful!!!"

Peng!!!

With a sound, Qingyu's body shot backwards and sprayed blood directly in his mouth. This close and defenseless blow almost cracked Qingyu's liver and intestines, and his internal organs seemed to be trembling.

Murong River drinks,

"Murong Qiushui!! You thief, you are looking for death!!!"

As he said, everyone was enraged by this ungrateful guy.

Yan Hong, Xiong Kun and others screamed at the moment,

"Xiao Qin!!!!"

Even Zhiliu, Fan Nozhuang and other very committed soldiers watching the game couldn't help but surge their blood, and a strong murderous intention burst out.

"Murong!!! Autumn water!!! What a bastard!!"

Murong Qiushui used all his strength to punch at this moment, which consumed almost all his remaining strength. At this moment, he saw that he had become the target of public criticism, and the people of Lingzong seemed to be helping the teenager named Xiao Qin. He simply rolled his eyes and closed his eyes to die. He was helpless. He was sad and lonely. His No one can listen to the pain. What's the point of being alive?

Instead of dying at the hands of others, it's better to be killed by yourself. I sighed and closed my fateful eyes.

However, when Murong He was about to rush forward to learn about this sinister and vicious villain, who was actually his own brother, the pain of flesh and blood no longer existed. Such a cruel character is also a scourge.

Murong Hong covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying. One is her third brother and the other is her lover. In this situation, what else can she do besides crying? Just as everyone was waiting for this divine punishment to come to this wicked person

Suddenly, a trembling hand appeared in front of everyone. Under everyone's surprised eyes, an injured and trembling body desperately wanted to stand up. After several efforts, it finally stood up and tremblingly walked in the direction of Murong Qiushui. Murong He stared at this person with wide eyes

How can this teenager, this miraculous teenager, this teenager who fell from the sky, this teenager who was rescued by himself but created miracles again and again, can he stand up and walk after such a blow? How can this not be surprising? However, is he going to go to Murong Qiushui desperately? Is it to take revenge?

Yes, it's natural for this damn guy to disdain his friendly help and make a sneak attack. It's natural for him to take revenge.

Muronghe stopped, and the people around him held their breath and stopped making noise, waiting for the teenager to carry out his "retaliation".

Even if Murong Qiushui is killed at this moment, no one will blame him. Qingyu gritted his teeth and finally trembled to Murong Qiushui, who sat on the ground and closed his eyes and waited for death. The corners of his mouth, collar, and chest were full of blood

It's hard for anyone to imagine that such a seriously injured teenager can still stand up. Is it true that he will avenge his death?

In the world, on the earth, in front of the patriarchs of the villagers of Lingzong, under the gaze of the ancestral princess and a group of maidservants, Qingyu stretched out his hand again.

"Come back, no one will blame your past anymore. This is a small sect, but a big family. Let him pass the past, okay?"

Everyone's eyes widened, as if they didn't believe it was true. Murong Qiushui also opened his eyes unbelievably, staring at Qingyu's deep but clear eyes like water mist

At that moment, the sky and the earth were still, and time and everything stopped working and resting, as if the sound of the wind blowing leaves still could not touch the nerves of everyone present.

Murong Hong no longer covered her mouth, but cried loudly. With that sound of crying, the waves of boiling mood fluctuated higher than the waves, just like the undulating heart of everyone's hearts. Many young women covered their mouths, and some cried unscrupulously like Murong Hong. I don't know what it is for, but everyone knows it.

There is something called tolerance, which moved all the fellow villagers in this sect and the strange and familiar corners of the world. Yan Hong couldn't help crying, and Xiong Kun beside him hugged her trembling shoulder tightly.

Zixu, Fan Buchong, Xiong Kun, Xiong Chong, Xiong Zhan, Fan Lin and other soldiers couldn't help but blush, and even Murong River couldn't help trembling. The princess couldn't help touching her eyes. I don't know whose child said,

"Oh, how do sisters cry..."

That childish voice broke this awkward and heavy tranquility.

Murong Qiushui clenched Qingyu's slightly tender hand fiercely. He no longer despised the young teenager and almost tilted Qingyu's shocked body. Everyone was shocked,

"Xiao Qin!!!"

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