Scarlet clouds filled the sky, and the fire wheel reappeared. It was already the morning of the second day.
One night passed, not many people died, but the man standing proudly with the sword was not damaged at all, and his expression was as usual. Every time someone was killed in front of him, the fear and awe in the pair of deep pupils opposite him became more intense, daring to provoke the god of killing.
There are very few swords with blades.
A man and a broken sword actually made many martial arts masters fear him. Such a ridiculous and legendary scene has been questioned countless times in later generations. However, no one can prove whether the dragon among men is really no one.
If you can't defeat him, the people you see are either dead, or they can no longer recall that crazy and bloody night.
"Come again." The faint morning light hit the cold and handsome face that could not read any emotion. The faint golden color was like a magic eye, and it seemed that Wei Moyan's eyes were dyed blood red in a trance. With the cold voice, someone was taken away by the invisible aura and his heart, soul and will were taken away.
, collapsed to the ground in response, lost in the horror of endless horrific killings.
"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a devil. Why should young people be too evil and waste their years and lives in vain?" A compassionate voice in the crowd sighed. People crowded together automatically lined up on both sides, and in the center was an old man with white beard and hair.
He slowly approached with a withered staff and said: "Pavilion Master Wei has amazing talent, but it is a pity that he has entered the devil's way. He has not made much achievements in his life. I hope that I can use this broken body to save your soul and become a Buddha before I die, so that I can walk in the world in vain."
Hua Yu's eyes turned cold.
This old man is one of the seven celebrities. Although he has not been among the four great hermits in the world, he is a highly respected and highly skilled person who is rarely matched by others. In a confrontation with him, it is unpredictable whether the Pavilion Master will be at an advantage or at a disadvantage.
The figure that was so cold that it almost froze the sun didn't care. He shook off the mixed blood drops on the broken sword and raised the sword to his side again.
The wind passed by, and another battle of life and death began.
And this was just the prelude to the Battle of Liyou Valley, which lasted for three days and three nights, draining the blood of martial arts masters.
——————————————————————————————A group of people and horses galloped at full speed, the sound of horse hooves awakened the wild cranes beside the pond, stars fell in the sky, and they rushed towards Luoyang.
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The leading man looked back frequently, fearing that something might happen to the woman in red who was following closely behind him, and the reins in his hands kept changing the strength according to her speed.
Xia Qingluan shouldn't be walking around in her current physical condition. She has been exhausted for months and years. Not only is her kung fu unfamiliar, but her internal strength is also not as good as usual. However, she still regains her affection around her wrist, and wearing a wrap represents killing and killing.
The red coat of sin walks firmly for the person who can't let go of it in my heart.
She has been confused for too long, and now she is no longer needed. She is the only irreplaceable person in Wei Moyan's life, there is no doubt about this.
Only she can stay with him behind his back; only she can sleep side by side with him in his life.
"How far is it?"
"About four hours - it's already the third day, I hope it's not too late." Shen Yuqing's eyebrows were a little dark.
Xia Qingluan gritted her teeth, not caring that her whole body was exhausted, and suddenly accelerated her horse's speed. The red figure unexpectedly overtook the man in front of her, leaving the disciples of Poyue Pavilion who were heading to Liyou Valley behind.
Don't die.
Her heart was dry and hasty, and she only had this one thought over and over again.
When she was moved to another room that day, she was still confused and couldn't distinguish reality from reality. When she opened her eyes, she was in a strange room with a familiar smell, and there was no figure of that person next to her. Probably subconsciously, her mind went blank and she walked out until
He stopped when he heard his voice.
Then, he understood the huge conspiracy that he had mentioned.
In fact, it didn't matter even if she didn't understand. When she jumped from the Zhu Pavilion, she never doubted that he would never murder Xiao Bai or deliberately do anything to cause her pain. It's just that his domineering Zhuanzhi restrained him too tightly, even
She couldn't bear to force her to watch her brother suffer.
How could she doubt him? At the foot of Qifu Mountain, that man was already the only person in the world besides Wan Qi Haoyue that she trusted. Even after Wan Qi Haoyue betrayed her trust, he still protected her as before.
The obstacle in my heart is not disbelief, but fear of his extreme possessiveness.
If you don't get it, you will destroy it.
After fighting hand in hand for a long time, he had murderous intentions towards her twice. Her body was not dead, but most of her heart was dead. The person she still refused to believe was him, not herself.
He refused to believe that she would come back to him, and he refused to believe that she had different feelings for him than others. He always thought that one day she would stand beside others and betray his obsession, so he held his palms tightly and refused to let go.
All her patience was crushed bit by bit and flowed away from her fingers.
Finally, Xia Qingluan was forced to pierce the broken blade into his chest, drinking blood on her hands to accompany her helplessness.
At that time, she wanted to die together. Her only relative was gone, and the person closest to her had changed. Regardless of whether it was a trap set by others, he was the one who forced Xiao Bai to death, and her brother finally made her lose him.
The courage and meaning to live.
"If it were you, I would never fight back."
In the wedding hall, he once again proved with his actions that the oath can be cherished even at the risk of one's life, but everything was irreversible.
On the battlefield called love, she abandoned her armor and became a deserter. She would rather sink into the endless darkness than face the reality of despair. She let him call her, let him kiss her, let him express his feelings in every possible way, all of which were regarded as pitiable in the prosperous and troubled times.
A joke.
Xia Qingluan originally thought that he could be heartless until death, no longer trusting anyone, no longer caring about anyone, just like the days when he was bullied in the street, but when the news came that his life was hanging by a thread, all the self-righteous people
The indifference collapsed instantly.
After all, she could never be as decisive as Wei Moyan.
"Master Hongxian Hall." The man riding beside him controlled the speed of the horse, and his unclear voice came in the whistling wind, "Are you sure you want to stay behind the Pavilion Master and guard him for the rest of his life? If not, please come back.
Bar."
She has come this far and still asks if she is sure. Bearing the guilt of causing the innocent death of her younger brother, she has no way out.
Immediately, the red ribbons were fluttering like dancing, and the corners were constantly scattered in the wind. The woman in red had a calm face, and the flowing wind brought back the snow.
"If he doesn't leave me, I won't give up on myself."
"Then, Shen Yuqing will protect you two until death."
"...Thank you."
The last sound was blown by the wind, and I don't know if the man driving beside me heard it. However, there was something different about that always extremely serious face, and his eyes became more determined.
As we walked outside Liyou Valley, a huge mountain wind blew from the mouth of the valley, bringing with it a strong smell of blood.
How many people must die and how much blood must be poured out before there is such a cold atmosphere? How many corpses will be buried here forever without cold, and how many lonely ghosts will wail in this world?
Is he safe and sound?
The tired horses neighed, and the red clothes galloped towards the mouth of the valley like fire, unable to wait a moment longer.
Wei Moyan, if you don't leave, I won't give up. If you let go, I will abandon this life and go with you.
It's what you said. We are inseparable in life and death. Although we are not born in the same way, we will die together.