It was late in the cold night, and the crows were crying alone at night, as if singing an elegy.

The protagonist of the Elegy is of course Wei He.

Because, now, he can only lie on the ground and cannot move.

Warm blood was flowing out of his nose and mouth, but in a moment it turned cold, condensed into pieces and formed ice.

Wei He even had frost on his eyelashes and frost on his head, and he looked like an old man with a young face.

But, he is an old man who is already dying.

Ni Huan's sword was still so brilliant and dazzling against the backdrop of the moonlight, and even his entire person became very dazzling.

Ni Huan looked down at Wei He from top to bottom and said coldly: "How? How are you thinking now?"

Wei He let out a long breath, as if he was enduring great pain, his voice trembled a little, and he said, "I've thought about it..."

Nihuan said, "Do you want to give up?"

Wei He said: "I want to... kill you... hahaha..."

Wei He smiled, laughing happily, his mouth was stained with blood.

Nihuan shook her head and smiled, with helplessness and determination in her smile.

Ni Huan slowly raised the sword, shouted at Wei He's neck, and swung the sword suddenly.

Everyone felt a white light flashing, and then they could no longer see anything.

Because, this sword actually pierced the sky.

Under the sword, Wei He's body should have been, but now there is nothing.

Not only everyone was surprised, but even Ni Huan herself was also surprised.

He definitely didn't intend to stab the sword in Kong, because he had given Wei He many opportunities, but Wei He did not cherish it.

Therefore, he will never give him a chance again.

Opportunities should be only once for a person, because if opportunities become cheaper, no one will cherish them.

Ni Huan really made up his mind to kill Wei He and this traitor from Fusheng Sect.

But Wei He, who should have died under his sword, is not under his sword now.

His whole person seemed to have suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

——Which is, where is it?

This is not only the doubt in Ni Huan's heart, but also the doubt in everyone's heart.

"Cough...cough..."

Suddenly, a cough sounded, which was heard in the bamboo forest next to the Ku Pavilion.

Everyone looked at each other and saw a man walking out of the bamboo forest.

This man was dressed in rags and covered in blood.

While walking forward, he was still coughing.

While coughing, he vomited blood.

He walked very slowly, and every step he took seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

But his steps were extremely steady. Every time he took a step, he would leave a footprint on the ground.

The footprints are very deep, almost reaching the surface of the foot.

He walked thirty-three steps in total, leaving thirty-four deep footprints. During this period, he coughed sixty-six times and vomited three times. Almost every step he took, he had to cough twice, and almost every twenty-two times he had to vomit blood.

When he walked to Ni Huan, his whole body was already shaking, and he was already unsteady in standing, his face turned pale, and even his lips were pale without a trace of blood.

But his eyes looked very energetic, full of energy, shining brightly, and a cold light, which was breathtaking.

Ni Huan had opened her mouth wide. Not only did he grow up, but everyone present had opened their mouths and looked at the man in surprise.

Because this person is nothing but Wei He, Wei He who should have died under Ni Huan's sword.

But not only is he not dead yet, he can still stand up and stand here, looking at Ni Huan, and looking at Ni Huan with his wild beast-like eyes.

He was looking at Ni Huan, and Ni Huan was also looking at him, but he was using a brutal gaze of a bloodthirsty beast, while Ni Huan used a curious gaze of a newborn swallow.

Ni Huan stared at Wei He for a long time, and Wei He had already frowned and was a little impatient.

"Did you use the 'Sacrifice Mantra'?" Ni Huan's tone was seventy-seven-seven-seven-sad, and even more sorrowful.

"Yes." Wei He answered very simply because there was no need to hide it.

"Do you know the disadvantages of this method?" Ni Huan's eyes were already a little unbearable and sympathetic.

"I know." Wei He's answer was still straightforward and clear, without any delay.

"Since you know, you still dare to use it?" Ni Huan's face was flushed red. It was obvious that it was caused by anger and blood flowing backwards, causing blood to surge.

When Wei He heard this, he looked at the sky and suddenly smiled.

In the smile, there is sadness, helplessness, and a hint of warmth.

"I know, it's just a ten-year life..."

This sentence, in the ears of everyone, is like a thunderbolt.

Ten years, how many decades can a person have in his life?

But in Wei He's mouth, this sentence was said lightly, just like saying that I ate dumplings today without any nostalgia or regret.

When Wei He said this, there was no emotional fluctuation at all, so quiet that it seemed as if he was talking about someone else's ten years.

When Ni Huan heard this, she couldn't help but sighed with a deep sigh, and said, "Ten years, you have discarded it so easily, aren't you sorry?"

Wei He smiled hard and said, "What a pity? I don't think it's a pity. If I can see Awu, let alone ten years, I will have twenty, thirty, fifty years of life, even if I want all the beautiful years and life in my life, as long as I can meet her again and say a few words to her, I will be content in this life..."

Ni Huan couldn't help but sigh: "A real man was born in the world, why bother to ruin all his future for a woman? Isn't this a pity, a pity, and a pity?"

Wei He was silent when he heard this. After the silence, he suddenly laughed, and laughed like a stubborn silly child.

Wei He smiled and said, "For me, Awu is my life, this life, the meaning of life, without her, I will be tasteless and unable to sleep. Without her, I will not be able to live..."

Wei He's words made everyone present silent.

Their hearts suddenly became full of thoughts.

How can one person love another?

Wei He's words are probably the best answer.

I am willing to live for one person, and I am more willing to die for one person.

If you are well, I will be satisfied...

"Zheng!"

It is the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.

Wei He's long sword has been unsheathed. This time, he took the initiative to draw the sword.

Ni Huan's sword is still in his own hands, and his sword can be fought at any time.

Wei He looked at Ni Huan and also looked at everyone present, sneering and said, "I don't have much time anymore, so before I see Awu, I will try my best to kill everyone, every person who dares to block in front of me, kill gods, and kill Buddhas!"

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