i really have no talent

Chapter 63 Do You Regret?

Under the statue of the most holy teacher, the essence of hundreds of schools that many great masters dream of is quietly placed on it at this moment.

Candles are shining, and the pale golden brocade box is placed below, which looks noble and sacred.

The grand master had a solemn expression on his face, without any fuss, and without wasting a moment, he reached out to fetch the scripture under the statue.

No accidents happened, and no visions appeared. The grand master stretched out his hand, and successfully got the sacred scripture that could give a glimpse of the divine realm, and then opened the light golden brocade box. Five volumes of different shapes were also woven with gold. The finished yellow silk is quietly enshrined in it.

"My king is truly a man of heaven!"

After muttering something, the Grand Master took the holy book, opened it and took a look. Then, with an uncontrollable fanaticism in his eyes, he murmured and was about to leave.

The next moment, in front of the palace gate ahead, a figure holding an iron sword finally arrived at this moment.

Li Yanjing glanced at the front, seeing nothing, and then his heart sank.

Enshrined in the brocade box is also a volume of his Taoist scriptures. It is said that it was written and handed down by the Taoist ancestors, and it has a history of thousands of years.

Although the inside is just an imitation, it has a history of hundreds of years, and the inscriptions on it are still the core sacred scriptures of Taoism, and they are also not allowed to be desecrated by foreigners.

"Put down the things in your arms, I can let you leave safely..."

"Just for who you are now?"

"I admit that my cultivation is not as good as yours, but the huge consumption for several hours in a row, even if you are the top grandmaster, I'm afraid you can't bear it at this moment, don't hold on, I'm going to decide on this scripture... ..."

The grand master had a determined expression on his face, and said in a calm tone.

After lurking in the crowd for a long time, he could clearly observe every move of these great masters, even those who were strong in the master realm.

In such a crazy life-and-death battle, it is very unlikely that there will be a backup player. If the true energy in Li Yanjing's body is exhausted, then it seems not impossible for him to exert all his strength and only want to leave.

The premise is not to be surrounded by the other great masters of various schools of thought, and there is no way out.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you really want me to stay, you can pick it up yourself, or I can send it to you!"

Looking at Li Yanjing's cold and silent expression, the great master knew that he was planning to delay time. Without further ado, he took out several volumes of hundreds of sacred scriptures from the brocade box, put them in his arms, and put the brocade brocade in his arms. The box was discarded aside, and the powerful power of the Grand Master burst out instantly.

A strong breath set off gusts of wind, blowing and flickering the candles in the Holy Palace.

"Ding!"

There was no unnecessary nonsense or fancy movements. The great master used the iron fist in his hand, violently and roughly, with a strong taste of barbarism, and hit Li Yanjing forcefully, trying to force him back and get out of the way. .

Li Yanjing did not dodge, but drew out the iron sword and put his arm across the sword. He also resisted the attack head-on, but he seemed to stagger a little.

After his figure was pushed back to a distance of one foot, cracks appeared on the floor tiles under his feet, covering a radius of one foot. One can imagine the power of the opponent's punch.

"cough……"

Li Yanjing snorted, and the uncomfortable coughing sound in his throat was forced down by him.

"Since you insist on courting death, I can only send you on your way."

One blow failed, the Grand Master's eyes were full of murderous intent, his eye sockets were bloodshot, and the beastly aura permeated his whole body.

"Roar!"

A sound wave resembling the roar of a tiger appeared, and then above his back, a faint phantom of a tiger appeared, raising its head and screaming, and following the movement of this great master, it slammed at Li Yanjing. come.

It looked like a reckless and clumsy movement, but it exuded an incomparably sharp aura.

The five iron fingers at the head, like the five long claws of a fierce tiger, came in an instant with a dangerous aura of piercing gold and cracking stones.

"Ding! Ding!"

"Bang!"

"........."

Li Yanjing knew his own situation, and the strength in his body had not recovered much after long-term consumption. Being able to make some counterattacks was the best he could do.

The blade and blade of the iron sword kept colliding with the back of the great master's fist and five fingers, making the sound of metal impact, crisp and pleasant, and with heavy strength, which made people have to deal with it wholeheartedly. If there was a slight mistake, the iron fist Into the meat, the consequences are indescribable.

The eyes of this grand master were also constantly scanning the situation behind Li Yanjing. He didn't dare to stay here any longer. Once the grand master behind came back to help and was surrounded, he would not have much chance of surviving.

Even though these great masters are seriously exhausted, he dare not underestimate these great masters of various schools of thought.

"Get out!"

Anxiously, the great foreign master punched and punched in the same direction ahead.

Li Yanjing gritted his teeth for support, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't have the time to wipe it off.

"Brother Dao, hold on for a moment, Xiaowen will come right away!"

A loud voice came from outside, Long Xiaowen repelled the masters in front of him, and then the aura on his body became more and more violent and aggressive. Every time he fought with a master, his skills became more and more arbitrary.

Long Xiaowen was also immersed in this inextricable state of enlightenment. His mind became clearer and clearer, and his five senses became more and more sharp.

Realizing the situation Li Yanjing was facing right now, Long Xiaowen shouted in solidarity.

At this moment, his breakthrough is imminent, and maybe in the next second, he will be able to grasp the little bit of divine light that belongs to him from this vast world, and then break through the current realm and achieve the realm of a great master.

Moreover, he has been at the peak of the master for several years, coupled with his arrogance and righteousness that he often insists on practicing Confucianism, today's melee with these master masters gave him the illusion that he can see the way forward. Naturally, his breakthrough came naturally.

"break!"

Long Xiaowen yelled loudly, and the two masters who were still fighting with him in front of him saw this, they didn't care about anything else, they turned around and ran away for their lives.

A long howl came out, spreading to the surrounding world, Long Xiaowen felt his whole body become more relaxed, strands of mysterious breath poured into his body from every corner of the world, wandering around in his meridians Walk, and finally reach the dantian, gather and deposit, become more and more concentrated, and finally almost turn into a liquid state.

It's like a land that has been dry for a long time, it seems that raindrops finally fell at this moment.

At his dantian, a little light broke open, and then breaths poured in from the surrounding world.

"not good!"

In the hall, the Grand Master also sensed the dangerous aura. He himself had experienced a moment of breakthrough and knew what it meant. If within a quarter of an hour, he had not broken through Li Yanjing's blockade and escaped, then he would wait until another moment. When a great master is born, he no longer has to run away because there is no way out.

"drink!"

The aura on his body became more violent, and reached the extreme at this moment, and then he rushed towards Li Yanjing without hesitation, and he was about to give it a go.

Catching blocks one after another, using the limited strength in his body overloaded, Li Yanjing has reached the limit state at this moment.

But he couldn't bear the core cultivation method of his sect being taken away by a foreigner, even if he paid the price in blood, he would keep it.

"clang!!"

A voice like Hong Zhong Dalu sounded, although Li Yanjing once again blocked the attack with the blade of his sword, but his whole body was thrown flying in an instant, and his body didn't stop until he hit the wall of the Holy Palace heavily. , limp on the ground, unable to move.

"Cough cough..."

Li Yanjing coughed twice, the blood in his mouth was no longer a trace, but poured out from his abdomen like water.

He has suffered very serious internal injuries and has lost the power to resist.

The grand master just glanced at Li Yanjing, and then moved towards the void in front of him without looking back. It was important to escape for his life.

"Where to go!"

There was another loud shout, and at the same time, a sage's words of conferring heaven and earth were born from the void, unexpectedly directly interrupting the movement of this great master, making his figure appear not far away again.

"what!"

This great master went crazy. Although he was angry in his heart, he did not confront Long Xiaowen who had just broken through to the great master, but frantically fled towards the space outside Yingtian Mansion, but Long Xiaowen used the words of a saint to separate each other. All directions are blocked.

"Don't go, little thief! Take a shot at me!"

Not far away, the rest of the great masters who came in a hurry were also very angry. Under carelessness, they were almost stolen by the mouse lurking in the dark.

A great master of the military family opened his mouth, pouring all his remaining strength into the spear in his hand, and then with the power to break through the air, he went straight to nail the fleeing figure in front of him.

"what!"

Caught off guard, the foreign grandmaster was stabbed through the arm by a spear. Blood spread across the void, with endless pain, severely wounding him.

"Huh, since my king can't get something, you can't get it either!"

"........."

As he said this, he saw the great master endure the severe pain and pull out the spear that penetrated his arm, then took out these volumes of hundreds of sacred scriptures from his arms, and threw them away at random towards the masters who had not yet fled in the distance.

"I'm afraid this person is not a fool..."

This move made the rest of the great masters feel speechless.

Who would take out the most precious genuine products from their own family? These are just imitations, but the age is slightly older, and then they are sent here.

As long as the core content engraved on it does not spread out, it is not impossible for the various schools of thought to create a holy scripture afterwards.

But the rest of the masters didn't think so. When they saw the holy scriptures of hundreds of schools scattered in the air, when they fled, they all went in that direction without thinking about their own safety.

"Haha! I got it! I got it!"

"puff!"

There was a sound of a sharp weapon being inserted into the body. The master who was holding a scroll of holy scriptures just now and was in ecstasy was penetrated by the sword. The silk book in his hand was also taken away by another dark and ruthless master.

"I……"

The body that had lost its vitality seemed to be questioning something, and then fell into the empty streets below with a bang.

At this moment, the great masters of the hundreds of schools who came back to aid took action one after another, chasing after the masters holding a scroll of silk books with quick eyes and hands.

On this side, Long Xiaowen, who had just broken through to the realm of the great master, looked at the foreign great master who had been severely injured in front of him, and the unkindness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"If you come, stay!"

"I do not!"

"........."

Long Xiaowen's face darkened for a moment, and a majestic force was brewing in his body, and then he poured down towards the great master in front of him without restraint.

"puff!"

Without the slightest suspense, the foreign grandmaster was beaten until he vomited blood, and then his body hit the streets of Yingtian Mansion heavily from the void, forming a big pit.

The figure lying in it had blood gushing out from the corners of his mouth like a spring and couldn't stop it.

There was reluctance and regret in his eyes, and he mobilized the last strength in his body, as if he wanted to support his body and stand up again.

But he failed, his body fell down slowly, with unwillingness in his eyes, and finally touched his chest, a scroll of silk books was still in his arms.

Although he suffered extremely serious injuries, the grand master did not die immediately.

He just lay quietly in the deep hole he punched, watching Long Xiaowen walk towards him step by step through the void.

The rest of the great masters of various schools of thought have also come back.

Even though these grandmasters run very fast, even though they consume a lot and there is almost nothing left, it is still possible to deal with these grandmasters with a little effort.

Those volumes of holy scriptures of hundreds of schools that were thrown out were recovered and put into the previous light golden brocade box. They didn't peek at the heart of it, even though they really wanted to find out in their hearts.

"I'm sure you don't want to say your last words anymore, so I'll send you on your way!"

Long Xiaowen looked at the great master with a serious face, and then said.

"........."

Although the grand master was speechless, it could be seen from his expression that at this moment he had a look of grief and indignation.

"go!"

The moment Long Xiaowen started, the foreign master who was still lying in the pit on the verge of death suddenly erupted, and there was a loud thunderous sound in his mouth, which shook people's minds into a trance and attracted most people's minds.

At the same time, there seemed to be something in his hand that was thrown by him at a thunderous speed, heading towards the outside of the city wall.

A black shadow flashed past. This was also a powerful master who had been hiding for a long time.

The moment he got the object, a strange force erupted from his body, and his speed had surpassed the speed that a master should have, and then he headed towards the north at a high speed like the wind.

"Chase!"

"Quick!"

"........."

People from various schools and families were extremely angry, being teased several times, coupled with the death of their fellow robes, made their moods even more irritable, and they all moved towards the black shadow in front of them.

After a great battle, the entire Holy Palace was in a state of embarrassment. There were broken and damaged buildings everywhere. Occasionally, there were still incomplete corpses left in places. The smell of blood filled the originally elegant Academy of Arts.

On the wall of Yingtian Mansion, Ye Wushuang glanced at the black figure fleeing from a hundred feet away, and then felt a slightly familiar aura.

Then in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the severed arm that Ye Nan sent that night.

The black-clothed master in front of him who had disappeared was also a one-armed man.

"Interesting and interesting, one link after another, I really want to see how many of them there are..."

Ye Wushuang laughed, ignoring the great masters chasing around, walking away like an outsider, stepping on the void.

Seeing this, the other great masters just glanced at it and did not step forward to stop it.

…………

In Yingtian Mansion, the battle between the grand masters and the grand masters also stopped.

In this fierce battle, more than half of the more than twenty grand masters from a hundred schools of thought were killed or injured, and more than half of the rest of the grand masters who gathered in Yingtian Mansion were also killed or injured.

The number of great masters who died seemed so shocking on this night.

Perhaps history has been rewritten at this moment.

All parties dispersed, and the Yingtian Mansion returned to tranquility again, only the Jinwu Guards patrolling the city were busy in front of the destroyed buildings everywhere, comforting the innocent and injured people.

In the Great Xia Palace, Emperor Xia stood up from where he was sitting.

A big show has already been sung, and the result even exceeded his expectations, even better than he expected.

Wang Yongnian's figure, the moment Emperor Xia stepped out of the attic, also followed behind.

"Go on, I want to be alone..."

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Emperor Xia waved his hand, and Wang Yongnian responded, then bowed and retreated, his figure blending into the darkness behind.

Xia Di raised his head and glanced at the already white sky above his head, and the next moment his figure flashed, disappeared in place, and left the Great Xia Palace.

Outside the city of Yingtianfu, on the ruined battlefield, a figure slowly walked over.

There is nothing around, except for the snowflakes falling from the sky above.

Snow has covered the ground with a thin layer, and the original traces of the battle have almost been covered up.

After crossing several potholes, Emperor Xia turned his eyes towards a corner and walked straight.

In front of it, a half-broken arm fell here. It was covered by white snow at this moment, and only a general outline appeared.

Emperor Xia came to the front, then slowly squatted down, stretched out a big hand from the dragon robe, and slowly pushed away the snow on the severed arm.

"........."

Xia Di looked at the severed arm, his five fingers trembled slightly, and then he held the severed arm in his palm.

After taking off the black sleeve robe on the broken arm, the broken arm was covered with many scars, all old scars, and there was no complete place.

Xia Di gently stroked the scar on the severed arm with his fingers, his eyes were dignified and serious.

"Shh..."

The sleeve robe fell, and at the same time, there was a note that seemed to have been hidden here long ago.

Xia Di picked it up, gently pushed aside the rolled up note, and then looked at the familiar font on the top, his heart seemed to be touched a little, but he forced it down again.

"If you see this note, then I have won. It is a lie to say that I don't hate you, but I have done the best I can. For so many years, I have nothing but to ask you In a word, do you regret...?"

With a wave of the palm, the note turned into white debris, and along with the raging cold wind, it flew into the distance.

Emperor Xia took the amputated arm and sleeve robe and left this devastated place.

Before leaving, his walking body stopped again, then it seemed that he was about to turn around, and finally stopped again.

It's just that after he left, where he stayed in place, there were faint voices left behind?
"Regret...?"

It seemed like he was answering, but also like he was asking himself, extremely contradictory.

After a long time, Ye Wushuang's figure stepped out of the void, then looked at the direction in which Emperor Xia was leaving, he couldn't help but sigh, and then also disappeared.

"The ancient sages are all lonely..."

(End of this chapter)