Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 129 Closing
  Ma Kongqun praised: "What a powerful knife!"

Shangguan Jinhong, a stoic and heroic figure, actually had a look of panic on his face, sighing as if he was trapped in a nightmare:
  "That was indeed an extremely terrifying sword. People who have never seen it with their own eyes will never be able to imagine the magnificence and magnificence of that sword. It was beyond human martial arts, and it was like a divine punishment sent down by the gods in the sky!"

After sighing for a long time, the double rings on his wrists fell into his hands again. He looked at Ma Kongqun and said solemnly: "The letter of war has been presented to you, and the rest is between you and me. I had a premonition that you would replace Li Xunhuan and become the leader." My biggest opponent in this life. Today I am going to take a lesson from the world-famous Supreme Sword to see if it can compare with Bai Tianyu's 'Magic Sword Slash'!"

Ma Kongqun reached out to his waist and pulled out the "Cicada's Wing Knife". The blade was transparent, like mist and gauze, and the light shone like a gorgeous brocade.

This time, both sides gave up preparing for a confrontation and took action at the same time the moment the weapons were in hand.

Because they have both prepared for today's battle for a long time, and they have learned a lot about each other through various methods.

Now that you know yourself and the enemy, there is no need to test the truth before the battle.

A long strike with the knife, and the double rings danced in the air.

Shangguan Jinhong's double rings only have two variations: one for defense and one for offense.

Defend and be able to lock and seize the opponent's weapons.

All the weapons in the world, as long as they are gently caught by that little golden ring, will immediately be imprisoned by the strong constriction and winding power contained in it, and they will be at the mercy of them like small flying insects caught in a spider's web.

Attack, can fly and hit the opponent remotely.

The golden ring flew out of the hand, as fast as lightning, and the path was weird and circling at will, making it difficult to guard against; the power contained in it was so powerful that it turned gravel into powder and left traces of iron.

In today's world, there are only a few weapons that can get rid of his golden ring, and there are also only a few people who can avoid his golden ring and take a blow.

He had only encountered a knife and a person before, but today he encountered a knife and a person again.

The light of the sword passed through the sky, like neon lights after rain, as illusionary as a dream, and as beautiful as poetry.

The power of the knife is ethereal and uncertain, like flowing clouds in the clear wind, as light as smoke, and as vast as fog.

The sword is like God's will, and it is difficult to question the distance; the heart has forgotten the purpose, and is as intoxicated.

The golden ring ensnared all the soldiers in the world, but in the end it could not capture this real and illusory sword light; the golden ring killed countless heroes, but it could not hit the shadowy and invisible figure that blended into the sword light.

The knife passed by silently, but it left a mark.

There was a mark between Shangguan Jinhong's eyebrows, only an inch long, like silk, like a line, like a mark, like a hidden wound.

Ma Kong's swords were sheathed, and he took three steps back. He held his hands towards Shangguan Jinhong, who was standing motionless as a mountain, with a solemn look on his face, and said: "Accept!"

Shangguan Jinhong fell on his back, but was caught by a pair of arms.

Jing Wuming, who did not know when he appeared behind Shangguan Jinhong, picked up his lifeless body, with a very complicated expression in his deathly gray eyes.

His feelings for Shangguan Jinhong surpassed all family affection, friendship, and love in the world. It was Shadow's instinctive attachment to his body.

So when Shangguan Jinhong easily abandoned him because of his crippled left arm, the extreme attachment in his heart turned into extreme hatred, so that he easily accepted Lin Xianer's win over, and under her instruction completed the most pleasurable and heart-wrenching affair with Shangguan Jinhong. revenge.

However, at the moment when Shangguan Jinhong died, he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy. After all, the shadow's existence was only due to the body. Now that the body was destroyed, what was the shadow's joy about? There will only be an indescribable emptiness, an emptiness of not knowing why one is born or even why one dies.

Seeing that Jing Wuming was like a walking corpse, holding Shangguan Jinhong's body and about to walk out of the hall, Ah Fei suddenly said: "I heard that your right hand is faster than your left hand?"

Jing Wuming stopped, the healed wound on his left shoulder seemed to be in pain again: "So what?"

Ah Fei said: "I want to take a look!"

Jing Wuming turned around, and there seemed to be fire starting to burn in his dead gray eyes.

Ah Fei continued, "But not now." Jing Wuming said, "Why?"

Ah Fei said: "Because you just want to die at this moment, you will not be able to use the fastest killing sword. So, I will wait for you!"

Jing Wuming was silent for a moment and said, "Okay!"

After that, he turned around and continued walking out. His originally curved back straightened up.

Ma Kongqun walked up to Ah Fei and said with a smile, "Why should you help him?"

Ah Fei shrugged, and a smile appeared on his usually cold face: "It would be too boring if there was only Ah Fei in the world without Jing Wuming. Therefore, in the past, he relied on his love for Shangguan Jinhong to live, and from now on he will rely on his love for me. Just live with hatred!"

"The Flying Swordsman is indeed the Flying Swordsman!"

Dugu Yihe applauded and praised, feeling envious and admired in his heart.

He had a clear premonition that Ah Fei, who had now learned to laugh and be tolerant, would surely become a master who would lead a generation in the future.

Ma Kongqun clapped his hands and said, "Okay, this time the matter has finally been resolved satisfactorily, but it's time to find a place to have a drink to celebrate!"

Dugu Yihe smiled and said: "That's right, but I must be the one to treat you to this drink!"

At that time, everyone left the place together and found a place to drink and celebrate.

When leaving, Ma Kongqun picked up the "Songyang Iron Sword" and "Dragon and Phoenix Golden Ring" on the ground and handed them to a Flying Eagle Guard beside him for safe keeping.

On the other side, after Jing Wuming came out holding Shangguan Jinhong's body, he first bought a coffin from a coffin shop in the city, and then bought a carriage. He carried the coffin out of the city and walked aimlessly straight until he reached a place where carriages were waiting. It is also difficult to travel through the wild mountains and forests.

He parked the carriage aside and leaned down to dig in the ground with his right hand.

He was proficient in swordsmanship, but his external skills and fist skills were not very good. After a short time, he dug out one of his palms with blood.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain and was tireless. He just kept digging downwards and finally dug a pit big enough to accommodate the coffin.

When he was about to go to the carriage to carry the coffin, he saw someone standing beside the carriage.

With white clothes and snow-skinned skin, and a beautiful face, she is none other than Lin Xian'er.

Jing Wuming's eyes showed fierce murderous intent, and his bloody right hand held the hilt of the sword at his waist: "What are you doing here?"

Lin Xian'er didn't seem to be afraid at all of the sword that would unsheath and pierce her throat at any time. She smiled sweetly and said: "He is the father of the child in my belly after all. Shouldn't I come to see him off on his last journey?"

Jing Wuming remained silent, but slowly released his right hand holding the sword.

Lin Xian'er added: "You should know how he behaves. Since he knew that he would die today, he would not be unprepared. Now that the child in my belly is his only relative, he must have something left behind, so I want to check it out His remains."

Jing Wuming remained silent.

Lin Xian'er ignored him and turned around to lift the lid of the coffin. She groped around Shangguan Jinhong's body and found a letter after a while.

She opened it in front of Jing Wuming, and after reading it carefully, a satisfied smile appeared on her pretty face. Then she balled up the letter between her palms and rubbed it vigorously. The letter turned into crumbs and scattered everywhere.

She looked at Jing Wuming and smiled: "He will come to me after you bury him later - don't forget, the child in my belly is his!"

After saying that, he no longer looked at Shangguan Jinhong in the coffin, turned around and drifted away.

(End of this chapter)