Lord of the Desert

Chapter 150
The rush of heat forced Li Heming to dodge again.

Hong Jian picked up his speed and advanced again.

A deep and forceful voice of questioning rolled away.

"Brother Li, from 27 years old to now 49 years old..."

"Is your progress just colluding with other races and sacrificing your hometown?!"

Facing the high-temperature cage that hit him whole body, Li Heming jumped up vertically, and shot the Xiantian Storm Sword with his backhand.

When the sword came out, it was silent, but after flying for a few meters, it exploded suddenly, turning into tens of hundreds of miniature air swords, covering and strangling.

But Hong Jian did not retreat.

The stream of flames roared like a tiger, gushing violently, pushing all the swords back and annihilating them.

There was no skill in this attack, it was nothing more than a extravagant squandering of Huo Xing's true essence.

After reaching the innate peak, Hong Jian's meridians became unobstructed, and the twelve meridians were completely integrated into one body, which greatly increased the total amount of true energy.

The situation fell into one-sided.

The huge gap in cultivation has caused Li Heming to fall behind in terms of physical fitness, nerve reflexes, true energy level and output power.

Relying solely on the superiority of the invisible air sword technique is not enough to reverse it.

After several rounds of chasing and fleeing, Hong Jian took the lead to stop.

"Intangible Qi Sword is a rare and exquisite killing method, it can be used from far and near, and has many changes."

He stared at Li Heming who was panting in the distance.

The latter's forehead was covered with sweat, and the black clothes were burned with many holes.

"It's a pity that you failed to fully exert its power."

Hong Jian said, with a sense of regret.

"Ruyi energy has more than enough change, but not enough tenacity."

"When the Qi sword is separated from the body, its power will decline."

"With it, you can't hurt me."

Hong Jian's words were bleak, and he left the last sentence.

"Just grab it."

The outcome of this battle could not be more clear.

And what Hong Jian said just now is the defect known to everyone in Li's Martial Arts.

The formless Qi sword is based on true energy, air flow is the quality, and its power is inversely proportional to the distance.

That's why Li Xutuo's face-to-face can break four black iron fingers, and if it is more than ten meters away, the power can be reduced to [-]% at most.

"You're right..."

Li Heming stared fixedly at the molten ground under his opponent's feet, and replied in a daze.

Then he looked up at Hong Jian and laughed suddenly.

"It's not enough to transform the sword with Qi, how about transforming the sword with the body?"

As he spoke, he tapped three big holes.

It is a sacrifice method that damages the dantian and overdraws the true essence.

And pointing to form a sword, the Ruyi energy is activated and boiled.

"Brother Jian, take another sword strike from me..."

Li Heming broke out extremely fast, [-]% faster than before.

This time, he didn't care about it and crashed straight into the cage.

The several celestial beings present at the scene instantly saw Li Heming's thoughts.

He wanted to use his own meridian in his palm and arm as a sword model to forge an inseparable Qi sword, and then explode close to his body.

Compared with the previous use of Qi as the quality, the power of this sword is more than five times stronger?
【Li Heming wants to trade his life for injury, even if he dies, Hong Jian must see blood...】

The hearts of Gongsun Shi and others flashed, and they shouted loudly.

"Get out of the way!"

But Hong Jian did not dodge.

He stood on the spot, quietly watching his opponent gallop into the cage.

Li Heming's black sleeves ignited spontaneously at high temperature, dragging behind him like a pair of shining wings of fire.

"Never mind."

Hong Jian sighed, facing the stabbing sword finger with his left hand, and roaring flames with all his strength with his right hand towards the chest of his former partner.

A moment later, Ben Lei hit the flames.

The storm spread like a hurricane, blowing everyone's clothes.

Li Heming was thrown backwards, and he stood still forcibly after retreating seven or eight meters, coughing up blood for a few breaths.

Hong Fan held his breath and looked, seeing that Hong Jian was safe and sound, with mixed colors on his face.

On the contrary, Li Heming's arms were hanging, and his clothes turned to ashes on his chest, revealing his carbonized chest.

At the last moment, he tried his best to break his meridians and forcibly retreated.

The severe pain was like a sea tide, spreading from the chest and arms to the whole body.

Li Heming knew that his heart was burned and he would die without a doubt.

But instead he laughed wantonly.

Laughing freely, laughing until tears flowed, laughing until the chapped chest was soaked with overflowing blood.

After a while, the laughter stopped, and he looked at the crowd again.

"I, Li Heming, became congenital at the age of 24 and congenital at the age of 27."

"The Li family didn't give me the best skills and resources, but before the age of 27, I used Ruyi Jin and invisible qi sword to defeat my peers in Xiliang, and I never met an opponent!"

"I'm not bad, I'm definitely not bad..."

Li Heming murmured madly, staggered forward a few steps, and looked at Hong Fan.

"Looking at the world, I can also be said to be talented, worthy of the title of swords and cranes!"

"Hong Fan, do you think so?"

When Hong Fan heard this, he raised his hands and ignored him.

Li Heming was stunned for a moment, tightened his blood-stained lips, and tremblingly looked at Hong Jian again.

"I failed in deriving Ruyi Jin, but you brought Yanliu Gong to Liuhe. It's not necessarily because I'm useless."

"For example, the foundations of the exercises are different, and some foundations are crooked, so naturally there is no way forward..."

The corner of Li Heming's mouth couldn't stop bleeding, and tears trickled down his cheeks.

But he didn't seem to realize it, he just spoke eagerly.

"That's right, that's right, there is still luck!"

"There are thousands of other possibilities in the training scriptures. I have tried nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times and it may not work, but you may do it once!"

"That doesn't mean I'm inferior to you."

"Brother Jian, don't you think so?"

Hong Jian didn't reply for a while.

He looked at Li Heming.

He saw his tears mingled with blood, falling drop by drop on the sand.

Therefore, Hong Jian finally nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Li Heming's eyes immediately brightened again, and he turned and staggered like a child who got candy.

"That's it."

"Yes, that's it."

"It's not that I'm inferior."

"Fate is fixed, it is difficult for man to conquer the sky, it's not that I am inferior to man..."

Chattering in a weak voice, he stumbled to the side of the martial arts arena, leaving behind a bright red bloodstain.

Like a fire dead in the past, long unburied.

After a dozen or so steps, Li Heming lost even the strength to stand up.

Panting heavily, he leaned against a locust tree.

The moonlight was dismembered by the branches and leaves, scattered on Li Heming's body into pieces of ivory white, collaged with the torn dark black clothes, like the feathers on the wings of Minghe.

Hong Fan cast his gaze, inadvertently meeting the dying man.

"Hong Fan, you now are just like me at that time."

Li Heming said softly, the difficulty was almost like whimpering.

He reached into his clothes and pressed on the liver and intestines.

"It was at that time and that kind of me that I have been biting for decades and never let go, making it rare for me to sleep peacefully at night!"

he said slowly.

Every word is like a wisp of breath that will never come back, and it is only spit out after grinding the teeth.

"Heh, who can know me in this life?
I wish I had never been proud of heaven,
Never been on the top three list! "

After saying this in public, Li Heming's balled brows slowly loosened, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

He pulled out the saber from his waist that was given by his father when he was a young man and has been maintained like new until now.

Put the horizontal sword on your knees, tap with your fingers, and the sound is loud.

A soft and erratic singing sounded in the martial arts arena.

"What is in a moment is lost in eternity;"

"Life goes against the grain, until death returns..."

The song only rang out for four lines, and everyone heard a clang, but the sword body was severed.

Finally, Hong Jian couldn't help turning his eyes to the past, and just saw his old friend's eyes closed slightly, shedding his last tear.

The night sky is empty and the spring breeze is blowing.

The swords and cranes of Jinhai City are gone with the wind at this moment and become the past.

The mood of the older generation is chaotic and difficult to suppress.

Only Hong Fan stepped forward and simply tidied up the messy clothes and appearance of the deceased, and took out his hand that was pressed inside the clothes.

Then, he found that Li Heming was still holding a piece of aged and yellowed paper half-soaked with blood between his five fingers.

Hong Fan unfolded it and saw that it was a copy of the seventh Tianjiao list in the second year of Zhenghe.

[Tianjiao list No. 70 six: "Swords and Cranes" Li Heming, from Jinhai City, Liangzhou, practicing "Ruyi Jin"...]

The handwriting is painted with iron hooks and silver hooks, full of vigor.

Like a newly sharpened sword.

PS: It has been difficult to write recently.

Brothers, let's count the votes.

(End of this chapter)