Suddenly, Qin Kuzhu's throat surged, and a stream of blood surged from his body. In an instant, his face turned red.

He swallowed the blood that surged up with difficulty, a blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth, and a trace of pain flashed on his face. He slowly approached Lin Yi, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Lin Yi...Thank you, it's my luck to die at your hands..."

"I finally don't owe anything to Qin Fengzong anymore. I, Qin Kuzhu, come cleanly and go cleanly..."

"If there is a next life, I would like to turn into a bitter bamboo next to the bluestone, wait in front of my parents' grave to shelter my parents from wind and rain..."

With a clang, the scimitar came out of Qin Kuzhu's hand and fell on the stone steps.

Qin Kuzhu fell on his back, and blood stained the stone steps red.

"Father...Mother...We can finally reunite..."

Qin Kuzhu's eyes were filled with tears, but the smile on his lips was so beautiful, just like when he was a child, he saw the familiar candlelight in the hut, just like seeing the thin back of his mother in front of the hut...

Qin Kuzhu coughed violently and smiled loudly. His body was quickly disappearing, like dust and sand swept away by the wind, like dry and broken leaves.

His body disappeared, leaving only a bright red blood on the stone steps.

At the last moment, the boy retained his energy and used this last breath to differentiate his body.

As he himself said, he would come cleanly and go with simplicity. Even if he died, the young man would stick to his last trace of dignity.

Everyone was stunned in the martial arts performance.

No one expected that Nan Ke, the treasure sword of Qin Nantu who had been in 33 years in Zangfeng, was defeated. Qin Nantu's most proud disciple also fell for it.

At this moment, millions of monks turned into stone sculptures, and everyone stared at the sky battlefield in the sky. Some people had not understood what was going on, and some people were very sorry for Qin Kuzhu's death.

"Lin Yi actually broke Nan Ke's dream. It's hard to imagine how powerful his spiritual sense is."

"In a dream, when Nan Ke wakes up, he will die when he wakes up. However, it is not Lin Yi who dies, but Qin Kuzhu holding Nan Ke."

"It's a pity that Qin Kuzhu is still dead. If the sword in his hand goes one foot further, Lin Yi will definitely be in a different position, but he will eventually fail."

The sound of amazement and regret in the crowd were intertwined, making the atmosphere between the scene very strange.

Lan Xieao nodded silently and exclaimed: "What a stunning knife, such an opponent is definitely worthy of respect."

Lan Yuxian frowned slightly, with her eyes withdrawn from the sky, and her beautiful eyes looked at Lan Xieao.

"Senior brother, I don't understand. I don't feel any murderous aura from Qin Kuzhu, but why can I hurt Lin Yi?" Lan Yuxian asked with a confused look on her face.

Lan Xieao sighed and said deeply: "That's right, you didn't feel murderous aura from him, nor did I, but such an opponent is the most terrifying. Such an opponent's mind is very simple. He holds the belief that he will die and displays his full body cultivation. At the moment when he fought with Lin Yi, his spirit, energy, and spirit were condensed to the peak, and his combat power increased tenfold."

When he said this, Lan Xie'ao's face was dissipated. He said with a serious look: "Strictly speaking, with Qin Kuzhu's terrible combat power, only one reason can be explained, that is, my brother's spiritual sense is too strong, and he woke up from Nan Ke's dream in time, waved his sword to protect himself, and gave him a sword. However, an opponent like Qin Kuzhu is definitely worthy of anyone's respect."

Lan Yuxian looked at Lin Yi who was bleeding from his shoulders and nodded silently.

In the corner not far away, the handsome young man in blue shook his head slightly. He carried his hands on his back, and the folding fan in his hand had already been put away by him.

The knuckles of his holding the folding fan were a little white, which shows that he was also a little nervous when he was paying attention to the battle in the Tianyu battlefield.

The young master in yellow breathed a long sigh and whispered: "Fortunately, I just suffered a little minor injury on my shoulder."

The young master in purple curled his lips and said, "What does it mean to be a little bit of minor injury? Logically speaking, Lin Yi could not be injured at all. He must have pitied that guy named Qin Kuzhu and did not use all his strength in the battle."

The old man with a wrinkled face smiled and said, "No matter what, Lin Yi finally broke Qin Nantu's dream of Nan Ke. With just one move, he would be proud."

The second floor of Fengming Pavilion.

Many powerful people were shocked.

No matter what, they didn't expect that the battle situation that was about to end would eventually turn around.

The Nanke Baodao, who was favored by them for thirty-three years, was actually broken by Lin Yi.

In their eyes, Qin Nantu's disciple whom they liked the most was stabbed to death by Lin Yi's sword.

They cannot accept this result anyway.

The sect leader of Bashan Sword Sect, Babule, opened his mouth so much that he could just stuff a char siew chicken.

Xia Qiuyu twisted his beard with one hand and held the window frame with the other, frowned.

The shock on Chen Bozhe's face was still there. Such a battle was completely beyond his imagination. He felt it was necessary to pay attention to this boy named Lin Yi.

At a corner of the window, Master Bodhi and Xuan Jizi looked at each other, and the two nodded to each other.

Both of them felt that Lin Yi won this battle beautifully, but Qin Kuzhu's death was a pity.

The third floor of Fengming Pavilion.

Qin Nantu said nothing, his face was as heavy as water.

If Lin Yi broke the Tuqiong Dagger, he would slap him with his backhand and slapped him in the left face.

Then, Lin Yi now broke the sword light he had accumulated for thirty-three years of hiding the sword, and Nan Ke Yimeng, who had slashed out with Qin Kuzhu's hand, was slapped hard on his right face.

Two big slaps opened their bows left and right, making Qin Nantu angry.

Even if Qin Nan's skill in qi cultivation is excellent, he is already on the verge of explosion.

Qin Nitian pretended to behave and stood at the window, seemingly looking at the battlefield in the sky outside the window, but he keenly observed his father's emotions.

Now that my father is furious, he doesn't want to provoke my father's bad temper.

Qin Nantu took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Waste! All are bad waste!"

A moment later, a deacon walked in quietly, came to Qin Nantu and bowed and said, "Sect Master, will you still send Mr. Mo Xi to the next game?"

Qin Nantu pondered for a moment and said, "As the original plan, I want to see how powerful Lin Yi is. I want to let all the monks in the world know that I, Qin Feng Sect, have many talents, and a few geniuses are nothing."

"Yes, the sect leader, the subordinates understand."

The deacon bowed his body and left the room backwards.
Chapter completed!