The trees are tall and the forest is dense, and the wind makes no sound.
The four seasons in Duwang Valley are like spring, and the flowers are red and beautiful. They slope from the mouth of the valley into the distant mountains that are not visible, and the flowers are endless for dozens of miles.
However, no one is in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery of this beautiful moment. The separation between life and death is inevitable.
Shaocheng Jiuhe and others were naturally hostile to Wanqi Haoyue, but Xiao Qian couldn't explain his feelings. He had personally seen the young lady's dependence on Young Master Yetan, so he looked at the noble man in front of him who was as dead as a fallen leaf. He didn't know whether to comfort or add insult to injury.
The words came to his lips but he didn't know how to say them. The sudden violent aura from the side made Xiao Qian, who was standing at the front, stagnant in his breath. The ghostly black shadow suddenly came towards him at a speed that was difficult to see clearly.
Among them, only Shao Jinhou, the ghost figure who is the best in Qinggong in the world, could clearly see where the attacker was coming from. However, the opponent's aura was fierce and his sharp palms were not inferior to those of the top ten martial arts masters. He, who focused on Qinggong and neglected external skills, was no different. Dare to confront him head-on. He stood on tiptoe, and the equally fast figure swayed past Xuan Tong, stretched out his hand to push the person away, and used his own strength to move back, thus neutralizing the incoming person's intended fatal blow.
The ghost figure did not notice that where it was retreating, there was Mr. Ye Tan kneeling next to the body. The breeze brought by the moment he passed by rolled up the green silk and flew, and the corners of the dark lotus-patterned clothes were stepped on, and the moisture was mixed under his feet. Dirty soil blends into one color.
The ghostly figure suddenly changed its attack direction, and attacked the ghostly figure again without stopping, with its speed and strength increasing unabated.
Ging's strength far exceeded their expectations. The seemingly numb young man in black had unfathomable proficiency and meticulous thinking. Both in terms of mental power and practical experience, he was far better than the ghost who had lived in seclusion for many years. All in all, even the deputy head of Tianshi Hall, Shen Yuqing, can't even compare to him.
Fortunately, there was a slight gap between the two in their light skills. Even though Gong's attacks were sharp and deadly, at critical moments, the ghost could easily avoid them with his elegant body skills, and after a few moves, he would retreat back.
The young man in black did not pursue him, but stood in front of Wanqi Haoyue, as if he would protect her to the death.
As long as he still has breath, he will never be harmed by anyone. This is the only belief in the heart of that man whose mind is far more mature than his face.
The dark formation surrounded by iron and wood circles has become a natural barrier. Outside is Master Du Gu who is immersed in the pain of losing his master. In between are those who are fighting to protect their followers. Inside, they are watching everything coldly through the gaps between the trees. The dragon among men that happens and ends.
The death of the Poison King is both a good thing and a bad thing.
Fortunately, there is one less person who wants to kill Xia Qingluan, and there will no longer be a trap waiting for them. The bad thing is that there is one less person who can save her, and now only Wan Qi, the only disciple of the Poison King, is left. Haoyue is still here, but he is burdened with the hatred of annihilating his clan and killing his master. Will he disobey his master's orders and save her again?
You can control the chess game vertically and horizontally, and you can control the general trend of the world, but you can't guess people's hearts, and you can't control life and death.
The dark eyes gradually turned cold, and the hope that had just emerged was extinguished at the beginning. Then, he had only the last way to go, even if she would blame him and hate him when she woke up.
"Leave Wanqi Haoyue alive, and kill the others without mercy."
Finally, he got the killing order. Although he knew that his strength was far inferior to that of the young man in black before him, Jiuhe still had a satisfied smile on his face. He held his breath, held his sword, and aimed the cold light at the ghostly figure. In the entire valley, as long as he knelt down and lost his mind, all that was left was Just Mr. Ye Tan, who can't do anything, is fine. Others can be killed.
You can go on a killing spree and dye the world red.
When fighting alone, there is no one who can challenge you. However, there are no moral rules in the field of life and death. If the master of the pavilion says kill, then it is not shameful to kill one person with the same retreat. The last one alive is the final one.
justice.
The half-yellow ironwood leaves fell to the ground. They were silent at first, but they became the drums of a thrilling fight. In an instant, the figures moved, the birds flew away in fright, the sunset was frightening, and the clothes were hunting. I don’t know whose indifference penetrated the mountain scenery.
, painting a turbulent darkness in the quiet valley.
Everyone's attention was focused on the young man in black. With his ghostly figure and unexpected moves, he still managed to survive under the siege of many people. He was a rare master among elites like Poyue Pavilion. Wan was kneeling beside him.
Haoyue stood up silently, the light and shadow of the sword behind him seemed to be three lifetimes away from him, and he was not disturbed in the slightest.
The light of the fire was weak, and the pure flames danced on the dead leaves, and the dense smoke lingered, dancing with the soul-inducing curse.
In the Poison King Valley, everything is poisonous.
Aren't we going to destroy the world? Then let's return to the void together. The lonely years are mercilessly hollowed out by the years. Those who love or don't love, those who miss and those who don't miss, all become flowing water. Only when they flow into the River of Forgetfulness can they be reincarnated. Maybe they will be reincarnated in the next life.
We can meet each other, just as strangers.
"You're crazy!" The dead leaves that had just ignited under my feet were suddenly trampled by messy footsteps. I wanted to catch the young man in black who hurriedly pulled away. However, the momentary flaw gave the opponent a chance. The sword light rose and fell, and a trace of blood spread.
Sprinkle it on the pure sleeves of Wanqi Haoyue.
It was not easy to deal with so many masters, and he had to distract himself to stare at Wanqi Haoyue who was in a daze. As soon as he saw him lighting the dead leaves, he knew that they were going to die together. He couldn't help but be so angry that he neglected his defense and was struck by Shaocheng's sword.
Stabbed.
Although there was no guarantee that he would win, he was sure that as long as Wanqi Haoyue didn't lose his mind, he would definitely be able to escape from this place while he was blocking him. Unexpectedly, the person who was usually the most intelligent person in the world became confused at this time and actually committed suicide.
thoughts.
"How many more people do you want to die for you?" The moment another sword struck, the young man in black suddenly gave up his guard completely, grabbed the young man with delicate but astonished features and asked lightly, "If your master's death is not enough, what else will you do?
How about adding me?"
I haven’t heard a harsh tone in a long time. Everyone thinks that he is a mysterious and innocent immortal. Only this person always follows him expressionlessly, protecting him in critical moments and exonerating him from all guilt. No matter what.
If there is no more, isn’t there still him?
He used all his strength to hold the cold hand and pulled it back, finally dodging it before the sword light penetrated his chest. Wanqi Haoyue lowered his head, and saw that the wound just now was on his right shoulder, and it was a deep red.
"I don't want anyone to die." His pale and slender palm pressed the bleeding wound, and something that had been stuck in his heart suddenly became clear.
Taking a deep breath, the pale boy in black showed a smile, turned around and blocked the taller man behind him.
"As long as you don't die, I will try my best to live for you."
Facing unknown dangers, standing in front of him is the best choice. As for who he wants to save or who he wants to die, it doesn't matter at all.
Shaocheng shook the blood-stained sword and frowned slightly. The master wanted to keep Wan Qi Haoyue alive, but the distance between the two of them was so close. He was afraid that when he attacked the young man in black, he would accidentally hurt the person behind him, but if
He was holding back, not using all his strength and unable to get close. That young man was simply too strong.
Mr. Ye Tan, who has regained his elegant and noble aura, is still calm and indifferent, his eyes are as clear as jade soul and moonlight, unstained by dust, and his wind spirit is like jade, like snow following the wind.
Find peace and tranquility in this life, and make up for the mistakes you have made at all costs. If you can, after all the turbulent waves have calmed down, close the valley and end this life calmly, counting the trivial things. How about that?
However, this sentence was never uttered. He wanted to wait until he was truly far away from the world before asking, and he would definitely agree.