"Yusong, please escort the others away first and leave us alone." Xiao Luoxue smiled politely and supported Ye Shaohan with her jade hands.
"But, the king ordered me to escort you away!" Wang You said hurriedly.
Hearing this, Xiao Luoxue shook her head, and her cold gaze passed over the sword shadow, falling far away on the thatched cottage courtyard, where she, Xiao Luoxue, belonged.
"Alas!" Yusong sighed slightly, shook his head resolutely, and swept down the tower, heading away from the city gate.
The sounds of killing gathered into a mournful song, and the blood spewed out dyed the city gate red, and drops of blood swirled on the snow.
"Xiao Luo, did I often kill people before?" Ye Shaohan murmured. His hand could hold the Qilin Sword, even though the sword was rusty.
Hearing this, Xiao Luoxue smiled politely and said: "Well, you have killed many people, including those in the Lingzong realm, the Lingzun realm, and even the Spirit Emperor realm!"
"But why should I kill people?" He held the falling snow catkins with his right hand, which gave Ye Shaohan a bone-chilling feeling.
"You never need a reason to kill!"
"As long as you think it's right, then you should stick to it." There was a trace of reminiscence in the cold eyes, and Xiao Luoxue remembered what Ye Shaohan said before.
"Killing never needs a reason, as long as it is right, you should stick to it!" Ye Shaohan murmured, this sentence was also very familiar to him. The blood suddenly appeared, and the blood splattered on Ye Shaohan's body, staining his body red.
White clothes.
Ye Shaohan had no idea that he was once again immersed in a world of selflessness, "It's a very familiar sentence, but I have forgotten the person who said it. Who am I?"
"Who am I?" Ye Shaohan's muttering to himself was immediately drowned out by the sound of killing. On the tower, many blood-clothed warriors roared over. The swords in their hands brought out rays of cold light and streaked across the necks of the Huacheng warriors, causing blood to surge wildly.
"Who am I?" Ye Shaohan whispered, ignoring the surging sword energy and wildly dancing sword light around him, turned around, and walked step by step towards the edge of the tower.
"Xiao Luo, I remember who said that. It was me, right?" Ye Shaohan suddenly chuckled.
Xiao Luoxue looked at the elderly figure in front of her, her steps were faltering, as if she would be blown away by the wind at any moment.
Xiao Luoxue followed closely behind Ye Shaohan and said softly: "Yes!"
"It turned out to be what I said, but when did I say such a thing? Ten years ago, probably not, I was still a lunatic at that time!"
"It was twenty years ago, how many years ago, I can't remember clearly!" Ye Shaohan pondered. He tried his best to remember, but he couldn't remember. He only remembered that he was dancing a sword in the snow a long time ago.
Ye Shaohan walked forward step by step, and with every step he took, the confusion in Ye Shaohan's eyes worsened.
The blood-clothed warrior also noticed Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue, but when they saw that they were just two old people, they ignored them.
Standing on the edge of the city tower, there were bloody corpses everywhere below, staining the stone path a hundred feet red.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky, raised his right hand and grabbed it forward.
Bang! Ye Shaohan's figure fell towards the ground like a falling star. Xiao Luoxue also took a step forward without any hesitation, following closely behind Ye Shaohan.
The two of them were like snowflakes, fluttering lightly, and finally fell to the ground.
In the white world, the wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, and Ye Shaohan thought softly: "Who am I?"
"Xiao Luo, I still can't remember the past." Ye Shaohan murmured, "How many years ago was the past?"
"It's okay, I will take you back to the past!" Xiao Luoxue said softly, and the two of them supported each other and staggered towards the courtyard.
The sound of killing was still there, and when the sword light suddenly appeared, it always brought a bloody light.
The city tower has turned into hell, but all this has nothing to do with Ye Shaohan.
The snowflakes fell, and the sudden appearance of blood dyed the snowflakes all over the sky red.
The blood-stained martial robes were on the king's right, and he was dancing wildly with a sword in his hand, and the sword energy of a hundred feet swept out.
There were waves of air, and the sharp sword energy brought up streaks of blood. Wang You looked down at the white-clothed warriors around him like a god of war.
A breath of vicissitudes of life flowed in his eyes, and that trance feeling swept over him again.
"I am a dragon?" Wang You murmured softly, ignoring the sword energy coming from all around.
Whoosh! The sword energy passed through the king's right chest, bringing up a pillar of blood that reached the sky.
The spiritual energy in Wang You's body is almost exhausted, and his body is like a lonely boat in the sea, teetering on the edge of collapse.
Wang You's face turned slightly pale due to excessive blood loss.
"I am Wang You!" Wang You murmured. The oppression around him made him unable to move. He could only watch the sword light approaching.
Touch! The sword light roared towards him, and a figure passed by Wang You, blocking the incoming sword light, and a bloody light suddenly appeared.
"Wang Tou, this is not like your style. As long as the sword is there, you should draw the sword, instead of sitting back and waiting for death!" Wang You looked at the man in front of him with a somewhat helpless expression. He picked up the hanging sword and crossed the white-clothed warrior in front of him.
neck, "Yusong, why are you here again?"
"I don't want those white-eyed wolves to laugh at his old man as a deserter when he grows up!" Yu Song chuckled, with a very solemn expression. Once he sets foot here, he already knows what the outcome will be.
"Where's the madman?" Wang You wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief.
Yusong's eyes were a little erratic, and finally he looked down helplessly: "Wangtou, Huacheng belongs to you, so you use your sword to defend it."
"But for Madman and Xiao Luo, that's where they belong." Yu Song avoided the incoming sword energy and pointed his sword at the stone path below.
Hearing this, Wang You's face changed slightly, he looked helplessly at the two figures in the wind and snow, and said helplessly: "These two guys are really worrying!"
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and the falling snow turned into blood.
The courtyard has been covered with a layer of blood gauze. Ye Shaohan stood in the courtyard, holding the Qilin Sword and stepping slowly away.
The snowflakes danced wildly with the Qilin Sword. Ye Shaohan sometimes looked blankly at the fighting in the void, sometimes looked at the sword in his hand and murmured: "Blood, the world is full of blood everywhere!"
"I have experienced this feeling before, but when?"
"I will forget this feeling even though I am far away!" Ye Shaohan was sometimes clear and clear, and sometimes confused.
The defense on the city tower has been captured, and the warriors of Huacheng can no longer stop the offensive. Blood shadows pass through the city and go straight to the streets and alleys.
No matter who it is, women, children, or children, as long as they appear in sight, the blood-clothed warrior will wave the sword in his hand and ruthlessly harvest the cheapest life.
The only thing cheaper than dignity in hell is life.
In the void, on the city towers, and in the flower city, whenever a warrior dies, his vitality fills the air.
These vitalities were affected and rushed toward the courtyard crazily, hovering over the courtyard.
At the beginning, this vitality was extremely weak, but as more and more warriors died, this vitality became extremely powerful.
At the beginning of autumn every year, flower seeds float in the wind and scatter in every corner of the flower city and in the courtyard.
In the early spring of the next year, these flower seeds will bloom into gorgeous flowers. But at this moment, the flowers are blooming in the courtyard, swaying in the wind, and the light floral fragrance dissipates the pungent smell of blood.
The garden is filled with flowers and full of vitality.
Ye Shaohan stood among the flowers, his unicorn sword slashing through the void, always picking up flying petals.
Pieces of petals condensed from vitality fell into the void. They were pulled by a force, fell on Ye Shaohan, and dissipated.
Ye Shaohan stared blankly at the petals transformed by life, and murmured: "I have seen petals like this before, but I forgot where I saw them."
The majestic vitality immediately attracted the attention of many warriors. The young man walked lightly in the void, stopped, looked down with a slightly solemn expression, and whispered: "Vitality!"
Wang You and Yu Song also noticed the vitality above the courtyard, and looked a little surprised. What was the madman doing?
The young man pointed his sword at the courtyard below and said calmly: "Get rid of those two people by the way!"
The young man had a vague feeling that the existence of Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue was a variable.
Whoosh! A torrent of sword energy surged out. Dozens of warriors came down with swords, and the flying snowflakes spread to both sides.
Seeing this, Wang You and Yu Song's expressions changed. They repeled their opponents and retreated downwards.
"These guys won't even let go of a lunatic!" Wang You held the hilt of the sword in vain with both hands, and retreated to the sky above the courtyard like a rainbow. The sword energy surrounding him was suppressed by Wang You, and the screams of the sword were heard.
The sound continued.
Retreating to a hundred feet, Wang You no longer suppressed, and his figure burst out again, like a volcano that had been silent for a long time, erupting at this moment. It was a life-threatening offensive. With just a sword, Wang You would count
Ten warriors held back, but Wang You knew that he could not hold on for long: "Yusong, take the madman and them away!"
Phew! A sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in Wang You's ears in vain. Wang You's face changed slightly, and before his sword could be deployed, it was shattered by a palm shadow.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together to form a huge palm shadow. An old man came through the air, and with a wave of his sleeves, he destroyed Wang You's sword power. The absolute gap was at the spiritual level.
The old man's expression was extremely indifferent, and terrifying rules surged, using the power of the rules to imprison Wang You's body. His sleeves and robes waved again, and the huge palm shadow emerged and whizzed down.
Whoosh! The sound of breaking wind gradually sounded next to Wang You's ears. No matter how much Wang You resisted, he could not break through the rules and restrictions around him. He could only watch the palm shadow fall down.
"King's head!" Yu Song's exclamation sounded in Wang You's ears. At the same time, Yu Song's figure passed by Wang You and met the palm shadow.
Bang! There was a sudden dull sound, and Yusong's figure was like a kite with its string broken, falling backwards and bumping into Wang You hard.
"Damn it, this Spiritual Master Realm is really perverted!" Yusong cursed, and his body fell uncontrollably downwards, along with Wang You.
The two men staggered and fell hard into the courtyard. The strong wind blew up the petals all over the courtyard, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.
Wang You pressed his right hand on the ground and tried to get up. He couldn't keep his balance and fell down among the flowers again, sticking to the ground. When Wang You saw Ye Shaohan in the distance, he raised a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth: "Madman, I've hurt you all."