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"This is a weapon, the weapon my father used during his lifetime." Yang Zheng looked sad, "This is also the only relic left by my father to me, but the old man has repeatedly warned me not to use it until the moment of life and death." It, and can't even say it."

"I have also seen many Jianghu people, and I have seen all kinds of weapons." Lu Suwen said: "But I have never seen anything like this."

"Of course you haven't seen it before. It is an unprecedented and unique weapon." Yang Zheng said: "My father gave it a special name, called the parting hook. Because no matter what this hook hooks, If it hooks your hand, your hand will part from your wrist; if it hooks your foot, your foot will part from your leg; if it hooks your throat, you will part from this The world parted?"

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It was already dawn, and Yang Zheng had already quietly left.

She knew he was leaving, but she pretended to be in a deep sleep, and he didn't disturb her.

Because they could no longer bear the pain of saying goodbye.

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Hou House.

"Master Hou agreed to see you and told you to go in."

Yang Zheng enters the mansion.

In the deepest part of the hall, the number one hero in the world, Shao Di Qinglin, was still wearing his spotless white clothes, sitting cross-legged on the futon, with a thin knife lying flat on his lap, and waved Yang Zheng to sit on the futon opposite him. sit down.

After sitting down, Yang Zheng asked, "I've always had a question that I still don't understand, and I want to ask you face to face."

Di Qinglin nodded and said, "Please tell me."

"Since you want to know what it's like to die, why don't you experience it yourself?" Yang Zheng wasn't joking, nor did he mean to be sarcastic, he really didn't understand this question.

Di Qinglin said seriously: "You are right. The feeling you get from your own experience is the most accurate, but my own death is of course the most precious and the most enjoyable one, so I should experience it last."

"Then when will it be the last? How many people do you need to provide you with this kind of service before the 'final'?" After Yang Zheng finished speaking, he slowly opened the bag in his hand, revealing the farewell hook.

"There are still many heroes, beauties and my good friends in the world, and it will take a long time to reach the end." Di Qinglin looked at the strange weapon on the opposite side, his eyes lit up, "This is the farewell of Yang Hen in the past. hook?"

Yang Zheng held the parting hook in his hand in a strange way, which was not like holding a hook, and it was completely different from holding a sword. It was different from any kind of weapon. There was absolutely no second weapon in the world that could be held like this. .

Yang Zheng held the parting hook, and said in a low voice, "My father is able to rule the world not because of the parting hook, but because he is Yang Hen. And don't worry, even if I die in your hands today, you won't Experience death from me."

Di Qinglin shook his head and smiled, "I really hope that you can have your father's level, and what I want is not as simple as your life."

"I'm afraid it's not easy to want my life." Yang Zheng said.

"You are wrong again, I can kill you at any time." Di Qinglin raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "If you don't believe me, please stand up."

Yang Zheng stood up as expected, of course he had to stand when he was about to do something.

Di Qinglin was still sitting where he was, with one hand sliding down from his knee, and slowly pressing on the ground beside him.

With a sound of "click", the futon that Yang Zheng made just now suddenly moved away. Under the futon was not the ground, but a cave appeared. The cave was pitch black with no light, and it seemed to be the darkest place in the world.

This is a flap that opens from below, and the futon is fixed on a flap. If Yang Zheng was still sitting on the futon, he would have fallen into this hole as soon as the flap was opened.

Of course Yang Zheng couldn't help but want to look at it, and after just one glance, he bent down and almost couldn't help vomiting.

What did he see?

Although he will never forget what he saw, he will never say it.

The flap was slowly closed, the futon moved back to the original place, and everything returned to the original state, and Di Qinglin asked Yang Zheng, "Do you know why I didn't treat you like this?"

Yang Zheng shook his head, barely holding himself back from vomiting.

"If a sword wants to be great, there must be a sacrificial sacrificial person. Originally, my sacrificial sacrificial person should be Wuwu, but unfortunately he died in your hands. Fortunately, the owner of the parting hook is also enough to be my sacrificial sacrificial person. , so I must use my real martial arts to kill you at your peak state, although this is your final destination, it is not the way of your death."

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Chapter 900 Cave decisive battle, shocking sword

After Di Qinglin finished speaking, he finally stood up from the futon, holding the thin knife in his hand, and the posture of holding the knife was somewhat similar to that of Yang Zheng.

With a soft "pa", the two figures disappeared almost at the same time.

The candle fell down, and when the light dimmed, blood burst out.

Di Qinglin's martial arts were indeed beyond Yang Zheng's ability to resist. Strictly speaking, Yang Zheng was defeated by weapons.

Like Yang Zheng's parting hook, this thin knife was forged from the same person's hand, and it was also because of a casting error of a sword that this hook and this knife existed.

Di Qinglin's skill in using this saber has already entered the state of transformation, and he has entered the peak of the saber technique that he can do whatever he wants.

He manipulates this knife just like other people manipulate their own thoughts, it will go wherever you want it to go, and it will never deviate even if you want it to pierce a person's heart.

More importantly, Yang Zheng's character is really not suitable for extreme extremes like using the parting hook, but Di Qinglin is a perfect match for his thin knife, sinister and ruthless.

The blade had already slashed at Yang Zheng's arm holding the parting hook. As long as he slashed downwards, the arm could be removed. Yang Zheng's parting hook only raised his head, and it was at least one foot away from Di Qinglin's body. , and by the time the farewell hook had traveled the distance of one foot, it was enough for the thin knife to cut off his arm.

What Yang Zheng is best at is actually hitting the enemy with those strange methods, so he neither dodged to the sides, nor retreated, nor threw the parting hook, but squatted down on the spot.

The knife cuts downwards. No matter how the person hit by the knife hides, the wound will only be enlarged. Only by squatting can the blade leave the body.

Yang Zheng almost used all the power in his body to quickly lower his body to the ground.

But Di Qinglin's knife was faster. Before Yang Zheng squatted down completely, the blade almost touched his bones. Even if he was lying on the ground, the knife could cut off his arm.

The fallen candlelight in the hall finally recovered, illuminating the hall brightly.

And there was only one person left in the hall.

A drop of blood slid across the blade and dripped onto the smooth marble floor. Di Qinglin looked at the big hole in front of him, shook his head and sneered, "Are you so eager to be with them? That's right, it's your destination in the first place."

The crypt in front of Di Qinglin was deep and dark. With the help of a weak light, one could see a forest of knives below from the hole on the ground. Dozens of steel knives covered with serrations were stuck at the bottom of the crypt with their blades pointing up. , like jagged sharp teeth in the mouth of a giant beast.

In the darkness a little further below the cave, many figures could be vaguely seen.

After all, Qinggong has no way to turn a person into a real bird. Even if a person with high Qinggong is unprepared, he will definitely fall into this forest of knives if he falls directly from the flap.

There were already several corpses in the knife forest. The corpses maintained the posture before death, but for some reason they did not rot and stink.

But among these corpses, there was no Yang Zheng's.

The crypt was too big and too dark, Di Qinglin turned around and raised a candle, then jumped into the cave and landed outside the forest of knives.

The light of the candles illuminated the crypt, and the entire crypt turned out to be a banquet hall, filled with people, as if a grand banquet was being held.

These people are dressed in the most gorgeous clothes. There are not only famous heroes, but also beautiful women who have captivated countless men, prodigies who can write poems in ten steps, and virtuous hermits who see through the world.

Although these people have different identities and actions, they all have two common characteristics.

The expressions on their faces are almost exactly the same.

Cold and indifferent, half a smile is not a smile.

The kind of expression that only dead people have.

Since Di Qinglin entered the crypt, his whole state changed immediately.

He started to get excited, and the cold and indifferent expression on his face had been replaced by a faint mocking red.

Di Qinglin walked among the dead with a candle in his hand, looking at the dead with gentle eyes, like a child seeing his favorite toy, or a man reunited with his long-lost wife.

"Yang Zheng, where are you?" Di Qinglin called softly.

He walked slowly through the dead, and walked up to a swordsman in blue. The candlelight illuminated the pale face and a pair of empty eye sockets of the big man.

He raised his pale hand, gently caressed the big man's face, and murmured to himself intoxicated, "Oh, you are not Yang Zheng, you are Dian Cang Yijian, my best friend before the age of 20."

Walking up to a stunning dancer, Di Qinglin caressed her pale long hair, and said emotionally: "I have said long ago that you are more beautiful after death than when you were alive. You see, I did not lie. Let me pass you, how can I be willing to lie to you?"

After finishing speaking, he actually leaned over and kissed the dancer girl's bright red lips lightly.

He walked through the crowd all the way, and every time he passed a corpse, he would say a few words to the corpse, as if he was really chatting with a friend or lover.

Suddenly someone flashed past in the darkness in the distance.

"So you're there!" Di Qinglin yelled excitedly, "Don't go, there are still many empty seats here, why don't you stay and be with my most beloved babies."

When he said "in" in the last sentence, his body began to move, like a dexterous fish swimming through the crowd, and when he said "together", he was already more than ten feet away.

"Together, together, together..." Di Qinglin's voice echoed in the cave.

The black shadow in the distance flashed again, passing over the huge banquet table in the cave. The two sides of the table were full of people, and they were not dissatisfied at all when someone passed over their heads, and they still kept their drinks. The posture is motionless.

Di Qinglin immediately jumped up.

Finally someone expressed dissatisfaction.

When Di Qinglin was in mid-air and had nowhere to draw his strength, the corpse lying on the table under him suddenly raised its head.

Not only the head, but the body of the corpse soaring straight up from the bottom up, but how could the corpse raise its head, and how could the zombie's eyes be so radiant?

A beam of sword light erupted like a volcano from the center of the earth, heading straight for Di Qinglin. Yin.

Liu Xu's hand tightened, and the Longevity Sword had pierced into Di Qinglin's body.

Chapter 901 Severing fingers and desperately, No. [-] in the world

One hit hits the mark, but it's not nearly enough.

At the same time, Liu Xu's other hand had already pinched Di Qinglin's ankle to death like iron tongs, and he pulled down hard.

A strange weapon suddenly emerged from under the table, blocking Di Qinglin's falling path.

Parting hook, Yang Zheng's parting hook!

Yang Zheng was under the table, who was that figure who was more than ten feet away from the table just now?

Di Qinglin let out a strange cry, his body trembled slightly, and he swung his knife to chop off at his ankle.

When Ying Wuwu was hugged by Yang Zheng's legs, he chopped off Yang Zheng's hands, and Di Qinglin was even more ruthless, he chopped off his own feet directly.

The moment Yang Zheng saw the dark cave on the ground, he thought of the last words Liu Xu said to him before he left.

He's going to the darkest place in the world.

Yang Zheng immediately understood everything. Even without Di Qinglin's knife, he would try his best to lure Di Qinglin into this cave.