Legend of Sword King

0A formidable person could be defeated, but he had to be defeated because of his own mistakes, not because someone else had crushed him because of his intelligence.    0

    

Defeated by the other party in an upright and fair manner, he was completely useless.    

    

At this moment, the Yale Protector was almost begging.    

    

He begged Cheng Qing to give him a plan that would shock the entire world, a plan that would make everyone speechless, a plan that would make even the Uighurs of Return and the Western Falls unable to fight back, even if they had the power of a nation.    

    

Only then would he be able to accept his defeat.    

    

He made no mistake, but he lost. However, if the opponent was too strong, so strong that his power could not resist it, then defeat would not be so scary.    

    

This way, even if he died, he would be able to preserve his dignity, and he would be able to die in peace.    

    

However, he was disappointed.    

    

Cheng Qing shook his head. "I'm the person from Xiliang." All I have done is to save Sun-Moon City for Westcool. "Therefore, there is no earth-shattering conspiracy and no unimaginable power. This victory is the victory of Xi Liang over the Uighurs."    

    

"No …" "No, but I can!" Yea! He spread his arms wide and roared to the sky in an extremely sorrowful manner!    

    

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.    

    

It spat out more than three feet.    

    

The wound from his forehead to the bottom of his forehead exploded with a loud bang.    

    

Bang!    

    

The head of the Yale protector was cut in half.    

    

His body crumpled into a pool of blood.    

    

There was no more sound.    

    

The state of death was miserable and terrifying.    

    

Cheng Qing silently lowered his head. He didn't say anything for a long time.    

    

He should have been the new king of the Uighurs, leading the Uighurs to annex two enemy kingdoms, making the Uighurs more powerful by several times, and attacking Western Europe's hegemony. Thus, he perished in the battlefield of Sun Moon City, deep in the Qilian Mountains.    

    

He died unwillingly, angrily, and with grievance. At the time of his death, his conviction had already collapsed and he no longer had any self-esteem left.    

    

Countless Western Cold Warriors moved forward from both sides of Cheng Qing, launching their final assault on the panic-stricken and disordered Hui Wei army.    

    

If Jaru didn't fight in person, and the Uighur lost, the Jaru won't fight in front of the battle, but the Uighur will lose even faster.    

    

Victory had already been grasped in the hands of the Western Lion soldiers.    

    

Amidst the surging crowd, Cheng Qing didn't move. He only raised his head to look at the night sky that was covered by the Nine-tailed Fox's domain.    

    

In the sky, behind the green and gray curtain, there was a hint of white.    

    

The sky was brightening.    

    

Cheng Qing let out a long breath.    

    

The hard battle of the night was about to come to an end.    

    

When the sun once again shines down on the river of blood and corpses on the outskirts of the city, the surviving Western Cold Warriors will welcome their new students and embrace their light.    

    

As for Cheng Qing, ever since he discovered that the Qin family's cultivators were secretly trading with the Uighurs, he had followed them around the world and fought through countless battles to overcome countless crises. He had finally gotten what he deserved in return.    

    

Xi Liang's youth history will be engraved with his outstanding contributions to this battle, making him a hero worshipped by his descendants.    

    

In the centuries and millenniums of history, there would be countless later generations who would look at the annals of history and imagine his galloping figure. They would picture him fighting with great vigor, remembering his splendor at this moment, and would also firmly repay the will of their country.    

    

However, Cheng Qing didn't care about all this.    

    

Other than feeling emotional, his heart was not in turmoil.    

    

At this moment, he was also thinking back to that year.    

    

In his previous life, when he defeated the Uighur army and returned to the capital from the Clear Stream Mountain Pass, there were only a few streets and alleys filled with people. The citizens of the capital came forth to welcome him, blocking his path!    

    

The commoners on both sides of the main road were moving from the Victorious Return's troops that were located thirty miles away from the city, all the way to Dingding Cauldron Gate! That day's grand occasion was unprecedented in the history of the Western Paradise. It was truly unprecedented!    

    

The respect and praise Cheng Qing received, his glory and achievements, were like the sun in the sky, illuminating the cool sky in the west at that time.    

    

But now, everything seemed to be repeating itself.    

    

But it was destined to be different.