Shen Qingqiu was so shocked by this straightforward style that he was speechless when he saw Mo Beijun turned around and left!
After completing the task, go... This NPC is really thorough and straightforward, without any sloppy... Come from the darkness, and go from the darkness. It came strangely, and went strangely. However, he was originally an inexplicable character. Wherever Luo Binghe needed him, he would appear illogically, so this arrangement was not far-fetched.
It was far-fetched, only Shen Qingqiu had to face the next, extremely important hurdle.
Luo Binghe, who was half-kneeling in the rubble after a fierce battle, looked blank at the moment, but it seemed like he would tear everything to pieces at any moment. Imagine, in his head now, it is like twelve volcanoes that have been silent for many years erupting at the same time, and magma flows in his veins. It hurts just thinking about it, and even Shen Qingqiu seems to be in pain.
The system issued an unprecedented sharp prompt:
[warn! Critical mission: Infernal Abyss and Endless Hatred, officially opened! If it cannot be completed, the protagonist's coolness will be -20000!]
Wait a moment.
Didn't I say 10,000 when I confirmed with you the day before yesterday
Has it doubled in just a few days
The system has exploded (#‵′) bulge!
Shen Qingqiu's own injury was not yet healed, so he walked tremblingly to Luo Binghe's side who was still in a state of madness, slapped him on the back with a few slaps, and slapped a few remaining spiritual powers into his body.
Did you think it would work as simple as that
Not only did Luo Binghe not wake up, but the demonic energy in his body rebounded, forcing Shen Qingqiu to spit out a mouthful of blood that he had endured for a long time.
Only then did Luo Binghe wake up a little.
Master... in front of him...
…blood…injured
He slowly pulled away from the chaotic state, and could barely spell out some vague words. The familiar face gradually became clearer.
Shen Qingqiu saw that his eyes finally became clearer, and he wiped the blood from his mouth.
He said calmly, "Awake?"
After a pause, he said, "If you wake up, we can have a good talk."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Luo Binghe, tell the truth, how long have you been practising Demon Race sorcery?"
As soon as these words came out, Luo Binghe seemed to have fallen from a suffocating altitude into a bone-piercing cold pool, and there was nothing he could do if he didn't wake up.
He looked at Shen Qingqiu's frosty face, and his heart fell.
In the past, Shen Qingqiu would always call him Binghe instead of calling him by his first name.
He whispered: "Master, this disciple can explain."
Although Luo Binghe was still a young man, he had always been calm and composed, and he was a mature adult. At this time, he could actually see a panicked look on his face, as if he was anxious to explain, but he didn't know where to start. The dignified male protagonist has been reduced to this point, Shen Qingqiu can't stand it anymore, he can't bear it in his heart, and hurriedly scolded: "Shut up!"
As soon as the words fell, he himself felt that he was not sure, that he was too strict. Luo Binghe also seemed to be frightened by him, like a child who was slapped in the face.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't help looking directly into his eyes, and said dryly: "Since when did it start?"
"… two years ago."
Shen Qingqiu was silent. He was horrified at the thought that the kid was answering questions, being so honest. But he didn't know, Luo Binghe automatically made up his silence as "Very good. You scoundrel, you have been hiding from me for so long!"
Shen Qingqiu said softly: "Two years, no wonder you have been able to advance to this level by leaps and bounds, Luo Binghe, you deserve to be Luo Binghe, you really are talented."
In fact, this sentence is really purely from the heart. Originally, as the male protagonist, he is indeed talented... If you insist on what it means, it means envy and a little bit of jealousy.
But to Luo Binghe, the meaning was completely different.
He suddenly knelt down in front of Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu was frightened inwardly. The first day you see you, you kneel on me, how come you still kneel on me today? ! There is gold under the man's knees, and the man dies when he kneels, the old man really can't bear it! He waved his sleeves and shouted, "Don't kneel on me!"
Luo Binghe was forced back a few steps by the wind in his sleeve, and he became more and more helpless.
Don't you even have the qualifications to kneel down and ask for forgiveness to your master
He murmured, "But Master, you said that people are divided into good and bad, and demons are divided into good and evil."
Did I say it? Shen Qingqiu thought about it seriously.
As if he really said so!
Wouldn't it be too shameless to turn your face and not admit it now
"You are not an ordinary demon." Shen Qingqiu recounted in a flat tone: "You are an ancient demon. This clan that has made countless killings in the human world, all sins are caused by them, no matter what, they can't be with them. Comparable to other demons."
Hearing Shen Qingqiu say this, shattering hope, Luo Binghe's eyes turned red.
He trembled: "But you said it."
I have said a lot. At the beginning, I even painted hundreds of floors in bright red letters that said that Shen Qingqiu was going to be castrated!
… not funny at all.
Shen Qingqiu, who has always been good at self-regulating in his heart, can't relax now.
He could only use that reason to brainwash himself again: the suffering Luo Binghe is suffering now is what he will have to experience in the future when stepping on top of ten thousand people.
Shen Qingqiu raised his head abruptly, squeezed a sword technique, recalled the Xiu Ya Sword, and held it in his hand.
The hand he held the sword trembled slightly, and the subtle meridians emerged, faintly exerting force. Luo Binghe couldn't believe it: "Master, do you really want to kill me?"
Shen Qingqiu's eyes went straight through his figure: "I don't want to kill you."
In Luo Binghe's memory, he had never seen Shen Qingqiu face him with such an indifferent and decisive expression. Even when he first joined the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect and was not very well received by his master, his eyes were never so empty when he looked at him, as if he didn't see anything at all.
He felt that Shen Qingqiu's condescending gaze looking down at him was no different from the heinous monsters he used to see, without a trace of warmth.
Shen Qingqiu said: "It's just, that person just said it right. The human world is not a place you can stay forever. You should go back to where you belong."
He took a step, Luo Binghe took a step back, forcing the two to retreat to the abyss.
As soon as he turned his head, he could see the surging demonic energy tumbling in the gully, all spirits wailing, and a thousand pairs of deformed arms stretched out toward the cracks in the human world above, thirsting for fresh flesh and blood. Deeper, obscured by an ominous black mist and scarlet light.
Shen Qingqiu pointed Xiuya's sword diagonally under the abyss, and said, "Are you going down by yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
In fact, he selfishly hoped that Luo Binghe could go down by himself. Although this was too cruel for him, it was better than being beaten down by Shen Qingqiu himself.
Ke Luo Binghe still didn't give up.
He couldn't believe that a master who treated him so well would really push him down.
Even if the Xiu Ya sword stabbed him in the chest, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope.
Shen Qingqiu didn't intend to stab him. real. He just wanted to scare him with a wave of his sword, but Luo Binghe stepped back in order to avoid it, and he naturally fell. But he didn't expect Luo Binghe to stand there so silently, receiving this sword head-on.
died. Originally just kicked down, but now there is another sword revenge!
Luo Binghe held the sword edge with his backhand, but he didn't use any force, he just held it lightly, which meant that if Shen Qingqiu wanted to force it, the Xiu Ya sword could continue to pierce until it penetrated his chest.
Luo Binghe's throat trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word. Even though the tip of the sword hadn't pierced the heart, Shen Qingqiu seemed to feel the throbbing from the sword body to the back of his hand, the entire arm, and even his own heart.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly drew his sword and drew it back.
Because of his movements, Luo Binghe swayed and quickly stabilized. Seeing that Shen Qingqiu didn't kill the killer, his originally dimmed eyes flashed faintly again, like a dying spark in the ashes after burning.
As for Shen Qingqiu, he was going to use the last blow to smother the last glimmer of light in his eyes.
He knew that Luo Binghe would never fight back.
He knew even more that he might never forget the desperate look in Luo Binghe's eyes when he fell.
A palm shot!
By the time Cangqiongshan Sect, Huanhuagong, Tianyiguan and other leaders and monks who had cleaned up the monsters arrived at the scene, the space where the abyss was torn had already been closed.
Shen Qingqiu had already taken care of the wounds of everyone who fainted on the ground (except Shang Qinghua, who pretended to be fainted). He didn't pay much attention to his own injuries, his clothes were stained with blood, his face was expressionless, his face was pale, and he looked really embarrassed. Yue Qingyuan stepped forward to check his pulse, frowned, scolded a few words, and asked professional Mu Qingfang to come and check. Each faction searched for their own homes among the scattered people on the ground, claimed them and carried them away for further treatment.
Liu Qingge suddenly realized that there was one person missing, and asked, "Where's your apprentice?"
Shen Qingqiu didn't answer, and picked up a long sword fragment that was broken into several pieces on the ground.
The disciples of Qingjing Peak arrived in a hurry, and Ming Fan, the leader with sharp eyes, looked at the sword, and hesitantly said: "Master, that sword is not..."
Back then, he had been thinking about this Zhengyang sword on Wanjian Peak. After thinking about it for many years, after being pulled out by Luo Binghe, he was so jealous that he was so jealous that he tossed and turned for countless nights. Naturally, he would not admit his mistake.
Ning Yingying suddenly burst into tears: "Master, don't scare me. Is this... Is it A Luo's Zhengyang?"
There were whispers all over the place: "Zhengyang Sword?" "You mean Luo Binghe, the beloved disciple of the Lord of Shen Feng?" "The sword is there, but the sword is broken, what about the people?" "No way...cough."
Someone sighed: "If that's the case, then it's a pity, Luo Shaoxia has already been the number one on the Immortal League Gold List."
Among these people, some are sighed, some are surprised, some are sad, some are gloating.
Ning Yingying burst into tears on the spot.
Although Ming Fan hated Luo Binghe, he never thought that he really wanted him to die. Besides, he thought that Shizun loved him so much later, and now that this stinky boy is dead, Shizun must be very sad, and his mood will not be better. The entire Qingjing Peak was gloomy and gloomy. Xianshu Peak, led by Qi Qingqi and Liu Mingyan, was also moved.
Liu Qingge was not good at words, patted Shen Qingqiu on the shoulder, and said, "If the apprentice is gone, I can still take it."
Although he knew that he was trying to comfort himself, Shen Qingqiu still wanted to give him a weak look. Those who did not kick their closed disciple and male protagonist into the abyss, all stood and talked without back pain!
Forget it. All is said and done.
Shen Qingqiu said slowly: "Luo Binghe, the disciple of Qingjing Peak, was killed by the demons and died."