Chapter 4210 I Was Wrong
Cheng Tiandu's words were very gentle, but when they fell into everyone's ears, they made their hair stand on end, as if they were being stared at by a terrifying beast in the dark!
Clang!
Cheng Tiandu gently pulled out his long sword, the blade was narrow and clear, exuding an extreme coldness and sharpness, and the temperature of the entire altar seemed to drop nearly ten times out of thin air!
It was like going from the hot summer to the dead of winter.
"My name is Cheng Tiandu."
Cheng Tiandu uttered these words softly, saying his name, but his eyes were focused on the long sword in front of him. One finger gently crossed the blade, and he continued to talk to himself: "Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk..."
"What a beautiful poem..."
"How beautifully it describes the shallowness..."
"From this point, I should thank you, Ye Wuque..."
"Really..."
Cheng Tiandu looked at Ye Wuque again.
"But!"
But then Cheng Tiandu suddenly changed the subject, and the look he gave Ye Wuque slowly became extremely terrifying!
"You shouldn't use such verses to describe Qing Qian!"
"Even!"
"You shouldn't even look at Qing Qian!"
"Because, she is so holy, so noble, so perfect! She is the eternal goddess in my heart, the woman I love the most!"
"And only me!"
"Only I am worthy of her, and only I can give her happiness! Give her a future!"
"You..."
"You don't even have the qualifications to look at her, let alone compose poems for her."
"Do you know?"
"Everyone who dares to covet and look at Qing Qian for a second, I will sharpen the knife for him, and I will cut him as many times as the knife is sharpened."
" When I sharpened the knife for you, I sharpened it for a total of thirty-eight times, which means I have to cut you thirty-eight times..."
"But, it's too little..."
"Cut you thirty-eight times! It can't relieve my unhappiness at all!"
"So, you owe me thirty-eight thousand knives!"
"After thirty-eight thousand knives, I can feel calm again, let you know how much I love Qing Qian, and let you know what you can see and what you can't see when you have eyes in the future."
"Do you... understand?"
After saying this, Cheng Tiandu held the long knife and looked at Ye Wuque. The expression on his face was still as gentle as the initial one, as if he was an old friend who hadn't seen Ye Wuque for many years.
Boom!!
An indescribable terrifying aura emanated from Cheng Tiandu's body!
Like an abyss!
Deep! Strong!
Desperate! Cold!
Dead silence! Ice cold!
This aura exploded like a raging wave, spreading from the altar, and instantly enveloped the entire coronation holy land.
All the nine disciples turned pale in an instant, and couldn't help shivering all over. Their skin and muscles hurt, and their souls were trembling.
They felt fear!
The fear came from Cheng Tiandu.
Among the younger generation, only six quasi-spiritual sons could remain calm. Their faces did not change at all, and they just sat quietly.
In addition, there were Hua Teng, Xiao Yuanqing, Bai Menliu, and Qian Hui.
Hua Teng showed a faint sneer on his face at this moment.
"Ku Ji sword intent! Ku Ji sword momentum!"
"Cheng Tiandu is a swordsman. With a sword in hand, he is the king of the same level!"
"How many of his swords can you block?"
"Within ten swords, he can completely chop you into a cripple!"
Hua Teng said to himself, and a touch of undisguised confidence surged in his eyes.
This is confidence in Cheng Tiandu!
Because he has been with Cheng Tiandu for so long, he knows Cheng Tiandu's strength too well, just like knowing himself.
In his opinion, Cheng Tiandu's strength and terror were beyond Ye Wuque's imagination.
Just like himself.
Chongshan?
Thinking of Chongshan who was crippled by Ye Wuque's eighteen punches again, Hua Teng looked at Ye Wuque with a touch of pity in his eyes.
"Just a dog!"
"How could you know the scene when I beat that dog to his knees and beg for mercy and swear allegiance?"
Not only Hua Teng.
The other three people, Xiao Yuanqing, Bai Menliu, and Qian Hui, also had flashing eyes, as if they had seen the outcome of this battle.
Ye Wuque will not only lose, but also be miserable!
On the altar.
Cheng Tiandu looked at Ye Wuque, as if waiting for Ye Wuque's feedback and answer, but Ye Wuque remained expressionless.
"Are you done?"
Finally, Ye Wuque's voice sounded, indifferent, and asked Cheng Tiandu.
While speaking, Ye Wuque suddenly took a step and walked towards Cheng Tiandu step by step casually.
On Ye Wuque's calm face, a hint of impatience that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time slowly emerged.
"I found out that I was wrong..."
Ye Wuque spoke as if no one was around, shook his head gently, as if he was talking to himself, with a sigh, as if he was speaking to everyone.
This sentence immediately puzzled everyone!
He found out that he was wrong?
What does it mean?
Chengtian had a strange and gentle smile on his face, looking at Ye Wuque who was walking slowly, and the long sword in his hand was shaking with excitement.
"I shouldn't have waited for your so-called challenge step by step."
"Because, this has wasted too much of my time..."
"It's really boring that any random person can challenge me..."
Ye Wuque's steps were faster than the last, his black hair fluttering, his martial robe fluttering, his face became stern, his eyes became deep and fascinating, and his self-talk continued.
"From the beginning!"
"I should have done it all at once and hit the target directly."
"Suppress and liquidate the strongest among you, and the remaining random people won't keep jumping out in a annoying way."
"It won't take so long and waste so much of my time."
As he spoke, Ye Wuque was getting closer and closer to Chengtian.
"I'm really fed up."
"You should be one of the strongest among all the challengers, right?"
"Get rid of you, and everything will be over."
Plain!
Magnificent!
Domineering!
Of course!
This is the feeling that everyone heard from Ye Wuque's words at this moment, and everyone looked at Ye Wuque with an incredible shock.
How arrogant!