boyutpedia Chapter 203 Understanding
Chapter 203 Understanding
The two men fought back and forth, and pieces of things flew all over the room.
They were fighting fiercely here, but no one pushed the door open.
Qingluo glanced at the door and thought to herself that something was wrong. The people outside did not rush in as agreed.
Logically speaking, it is impossible not to hear such a loud noise. That is one possibility, Murong Qianjun did not go to the meeting alone.
Murong seemed to sense something strange about the inquiry and said, "Qingluo, if you give up now, I can spare your life."
When the two faced off, Qingluo's strength was slightly inferior.
But she never thought of giving up.
"Spare my life? Murong Qianjun, I killed your father with my own hands." Qingluo said: "Even so, you still want to spare my life? Don't you want to avenge your father?"
"You, what did you say?" Murong's body stiffened for a moment, as if he had heard some incredible news.
Qingluo seized the opportunity and threw a dart, cutting a gash in Murong's neck.
Blood gushed out instantly. Murong raised his hand to touch his neck. When he took his hand down, he saw that his fingertips were stained red.
Qingluo spoke again: "Otherwise, how do you think I came to be known as the Saint? When the new leader takes the throne, I have to submit my credentials, right?
Now that you know that I am the culprit who killed your father, are you still so shameless as to let me go? "
Murong Qianjun looked at Qingluo, trying to find any signs of lying on her face.
However, he knew Qingluo, and she would not lie about such things.
So, she really killed him.
"Why are you telling me?" Murong Qianjun asked. Without waiting for an answer, he added, "Are you trying to help Qingling? Oh, he doesn't care about you at all. It's pathetic that you're begging for mercy for a man who doesn't care about you."
Qingluo listened to him finish his words, and then said, "Help Qingling? Hahahaha, I just want to kill you, that's all." As soon as the words fell, the fierce attack continued.
Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, every move was fatal, and Murong Qianjun's expression became more and more serious.
Both of them were injured to varying degrees.
Finally, the two men broke out of the house and fought their way out to the yard.
Only after leaving the yard did Qingluo understand why no one came to help.
The sky in the southwest was filled with fire and smoke.
"What did you do?" Qingluo looked at Murong Qianjun and questioned.
Murong Qianjun said, "Haven't you already predicted my arrival? What else could it be? Of course, we're attacking the mountain."
Qingluo said, "You can't beat Qingling, so you can only use this method. You only want to capture Song Yu and threaten Qingling. You will never be able to defeat him."
When Murong Qianjun heard this, his eyes suddenly became fierce: "I don't need to be better than him, I just need to kill him. Even if I can't kill him right away, I want to make sure that my love is gone forever."
Qingluo said, "If that's the case, why waste time talking?"
The two started fighting again. Although Qingluo's martial arts skills were not as good as Murong's, Murong had no chance of getting any good results from her.
Qingluo has already decided that even if she dies, she will drag Murong Qianjun to hell with her.
They fought from the yard to outside the yard, from the ground to the roof, from intact to scarred.
Standing on the roof, Qingluo also saw the guardhouse. The thick smoke and flames all showed that something had happened, but there was also a hint of weirdness.
"Bang!" The two internal forces clashed, and Qingluo was knocked away. She fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Murong Qianjun was also unable to escape unscathed. He was also injured by Qingluo's internal force, but not as seriously as Qingluo.
He also vomited blood and his body was shaking, but he persisted and did not fall down.
"Do you really want to kill me?" Murong Qianjun looked at Qingluo and asked.
Qingluo looked up at him, hatred flashing in her eyes: "This fight will not stop until one dies."
The last trace of affection in Murong Qianjun's heart dissipated.
Qingluo tried hard to get up, but failed after several attempts.
Murong Qianjun walked towards her step by step. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Qingluo made no secret of her determination to kill him, so how could he let her go?
However, since this was someone he once cared about, Murong Qianjun still felt a little reluctant.
He stood in front of Qingluo, looking her up and down, and said, "Qingluo, you know, I never thought of hurting you, let alone killing you."
When Qingluo heard him say this, she just smiled sarcastically. She couldn't move her body and could only raise her head, but she refused to give in at all.
She looked at Murong Qianjun and said, "Do you know what your father did?"
Murong Qianjun's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't respond. After a moment, he said, "I didn't participate in what he did."
Qingluo smiled, a very sarcastic smile, and said, "You didn't participate, but you know. Since you know everything, do you think I will let his son go?"
"So, the two of us are destined to fight to the death." Murong Qianjun finished speaking, raised his sword, and with a cold look in his eyes, he slashed down with his sword...
Qingluo closed her eyes. She did not regret anything. She just hated the injustice of the world, the fate, and herself.
"Boom!" The sound of heavy objects colliding.
Qingluo opened her eyes suddenly and saw Murong Qianjun knocking over the door frame.
"Qingluo!" A familiar voice came.
A person squatted in front of her, and Qingluo's body was lifted up.
She leaned on Song Yu who came hurriedly.
Looking up, Song Yu looked anxious.
Qingluo smiled. It was the only smile that came from the heart that she had given in all these years.
Qing Ling also walked up to her and stretched out his hand towards her, with a short blade in his hand that was glowing with a cold light.
Qingluo looked at the short blade, raised her hand to take it, and then struggled to stand up.
"Don't move. Let me take a look at you first. Internal bleeding will be troublesome." Song Yu said anxiously.
The next moment, Qing Ling held her shoulders and said, "Ayu, let her go."
Song Yu was stunned and looked up at Qing Ling: "But..."
Before she finished speaking, she had already understood Qingling's gaze.
She let go of her hand, and Qingluo had already stood up, but her body was in a disheveled and shaky state, as if it would be blown down by a gust of wind at the next moment.
But Qingluo didn't care. His body and mind were now focused only on the unconscious man in front of him.
The wounds on her body were still bleeding, but her steps were staggering but firm as she walked forward step by step.
He walked all the way to Murong Qianjun, and suddenly knelt on the ground as if he could no longer hold on.
"Qing..." Song Yu subconsciously wanted to rush over to help her.
Being pulled by Qingling, Song Yu looked back at Qingling and then at Qingluo.
Qingluo knelt on the ground. Every time she moved, her body felt as if it was pierced by thousands of arrows.
But even so, she still wanted to kill this man with her own hands, because only in this way could everything she had suffered come to an end!
The knife came down and blood gushed out, splashing on her face. The blood in the corners of her eyes slowly slid down like tears.
The moment Qingluo raised the knife, Song Yu's eyes were covered by Qingling.