The biting cold wind blew wantonly on Ling Tianyun's exposed upper body. The cold wind was like a knife, blowing on his upper body with lines outlined like knife carvings, and the bulging muscles were like piles. The cold wind blew on his body.
There were bloodstains like red silk seals, but he couldn't feel any pain. He had been numb physically and mentally and had no consciousness. All he could feel was the only remaining pain in his chest where the sword had penetrated his chest.
The girl's fragrant body temperature, and the fragrance of the breeze and the bright moon in her hair. What she holds in her hand is the girl's hair, which is as dark as green silk. The strands are as hard and soft as the fingers, and the roots are like long needles.
It pierced the bottom of his heart like a sharp sword, causing the blood in his heart to surge wildly.
The lock of hair in his hand affected his numb body, and the cold wind knife cut away the bloody traces like carvings. Blood dripped from his heart, and the end of sadness was strength. The sadness in Ling Tianyun's heart could not surge out, so he could only
He was able to let the cold wind like a knife blow wildly, and his upper body was streaked with blood. He didn't know whether it was caused by the wind or left in the battle.
The warm, jade-like blood stains on his body also began to solidify, and the fishy smell of blood began to be blown away by the cold wind, gradually becoming lighter, but the pain in his heart was not affected by the wind.
And the lightness will only become more intense because of the biting cold wind. The flowery girl who was supposed to be in full bloom was brutally attacked, but he could only watch the girl fall into his arms, slowly
The fragrance faded away slowly. But her murderer mocked her again and walked away gracefully in her eyes.
The feeling of losing a loved one is always so heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching that Ling Tianyun will never forget it. This feeling has always been deeply engraved in his mind. He looked up to the sky and wanted to shout loudly.
He roared, but he couldn't roar. Everything that happened in front of him was like a dream. But the dream was so cruel and cruel that it almost made him worse than death. The pain of losing a loved one was worse than the pain of cutting the skin and breaking the bones.
The cold wind blew against his face, and the tears turned into the thorns of whipping, piercing Ling Tianyun's heart fiercely.
The night was miserable, and the starlight turned into those blurry eyes. It was Feng Xiaochan's beautiful and wise eyes that were staring at him, and her silent gaze turned into a little bit of twinkling light.
The blood has not dried yet, and the crisis still exists. The Feng family is enveloped by a strong bloody aura. The ferociousness that permeates the pitch-black night surges wildly, and endless violence sweeps in like a storm. The front yard
Except for the dazzling sword light, it fell into silence for a long time, without any movement.
Ling Tianyun put away the desolate mood and lowered his body to pick up the big knife that he had dropped. At this moment, the big knife was no longer heavy. Because his heart had already been burned by the tragic and heroic surge of anger, which caused arousal in his body.
He gained endless power, and the true energy in his body surged out wildly. The howling dragon's momentum soared into the sky, and the roaring roar of the tiger resounded throughout the earth.
The heaviest sorrow must be put away, because this is not the time for him to be sad. He must turn this sorrow into a power that roars from heaven to earth. Before the powerful enemy of the Feng family is defeated, can the precarious Feng family survive this critical crisis?
For a moment, it was still unknown. Ling Tianyun tore off the rag strips still hanging on his body, raised his heavy lead-like feet, turned around and walked towards the front yard of the Fengfu courtyard. What he was most worried about at this time was
His grandfather was Feng Yuxiu, and he had just wanted to recognize him, but he encountered such a tragic accident. Before he could enjoy the deep affection of family, he was suddenly destroyed by the powerful enemies of the Feng family.
At this moment, there was no movement in the front yard. There was neither the sound of weapons fighting nor the sound of people talking. Everything seemed so quiet. There was a strong crisis in the strange silence, which made people feel...
There was a feeling of suffocation. Ling Tianyun's cold and knife-like face showed a hint of resolute look. He looked around and found that everything was as quiet as death. There was no energy in this courtyard.
Everyone seemed to have disappeared. Even the most crowded house in the courtyard of the Feng family he was familiar with was lifeless. The large house opened its bloody mouth like a ferocious beast, waiting for him.
Its prey appears.
Every time Ling Tianyun took a step forward, his mood became heavier. He looked around intently. Faintly, he felt that there were inexplicable dangers hidden everywhere, which made his heart tense. The sword in his hand was like a loyal guardian.
Like a god, held tightly by him, the starlight in the dark night shone with a heart-stopping light, just like the bloody glow reflected from his broadsword, which was as ferocious as a demon and as weird as evil.
The light of the sword flashed coldly, but it could not dissipate the sorrow of the people in the world. The stars at night shone slightly, but they could not illuminate the journey home of other families.
The silent defeat in his heart once again hammered his former self-confidence, forging his iron bones. He looked up to the sky and sighed, but he couldn't sigh the sadness that surged in his heart.
Ahead, there were crowds of figures, no torches shining, only the faint and bright starlight. The dark night illuminated by this starlight was still as clear as ever.
The first thing that came into Ling Tianyun's eyes was a slender and lonely figure. The figure was dressed in white and stood proudly in the snow. He looked up at the sky, holding a sword with a simple scabbard in his hands. His slender body exuded a radiant glow all over his body.
A cold and arrogant aura, and a cold and indifferent temperament emerged spontaneously.
The man stood coldly, independent under the starry sky, with a transcendent sword intent all over his body that wanted to break through the boundless sky, as if that man was standing in the vast starry sky. The sword intent that reached the sky and reached the end of the earth rolled out.
, sending the twinkling stars wildly rushing away, covering the sky and the sun. And he was like a peerless sword that broke out of its sheath, exuding a frosty and gorgeous aura, and a pair of eyes as deep as stars.
His eyes glowed with bright light as he looked straight at the endless starry sky. The cold wind blew his snow-like white clothes, making a hunting sound. Arrogance and loneliness were his nature, and his sharp and sky-breaking temperament was his foundation.
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This is Zhang Xiaofeng, who is known as the Sword God of the Eastern Region in the Wuyue Kingdom of the Eastern Region. He was entrusted by an old friend to protect the Feng family. But at this time, the Feng family suffered a disaster. He stood proudly, and no one dared to approach him.
I don't know what he is thinking.
In addition to the sword god Zhang Xiaofeng standing in the wind, a group of people from the Feng family gathered in front of Zhang Xiaofeng were forming a circle. They looked solemn and serious, with tears in their eyes, and in the center of their circle
But there lay an old man with frost-like hair on his temples. The blood stains on the old man's chest were like blooming flowers. The blood stains had long been dried by the wind, and the strong smell of blood had long since disappeared.
Ling Tianyun came slowly. At this time, there were only members of the Feng family in the courtyard of the Feng family, as well as friends who stayed in the Feng family to defend themselves against powerful enemies. Except for the arrogant and lonely peerless swordsman who stood alone, everyone else formed a circle.
, silently, with such a solemn and solemn expression.
There has long been no trace of the Khitan people here. The dozen or so Khitan warriors and Yelu Wuji have long since disappeared from the Feng Mansion. There are pools of blood on the ground, but not a single corpse. Except for his grandfather, the Feng family members
Feng Yuxiu, others seemed to be unscathed.
Although he knew it in his heart, Ling Tianyun still didn't believe that this was true. He couldn't believe that what he expected had been confirmed. He didn't believe that the grandfather he had just recognized was in danger. His feet felt as if they were weighed heavily.
It made it difficult for him to take a step forward. He could only stand far away from Zhang Xiaofeng, the peerless swordsman who stood alone and proud. He did not dare to move forward, not because he was afraid of the Lingtian Sword Intent and Leng Ruo emanating from the swordsman.
The icy breath like winter frost.
He just didn't dare to confirm his sudden ominous premonition. He didn't dare to face the fact that his grandfather had suffered an accident. Although he already had the answer in his heart, he still didn't dare to step forward to confirm.
Feeling the arrival of Ling Tian Yunyun, Zhang Xiaofeng just looked at him coldly without any words. After sizing him up for a moment, he resumed his proud and silent figure, and the vast sky seemed to
It has infinite attraction and attracts him deeply.
One is a swordsman who is absolutely dedicated to the way of the sword, and the other is a resolute young man who has a strong interest in swords. The distance between the two is only a few feet, but they have similar temperaments, with sharp and awe-inspiring auras.
When he got up, one person's cold and fierce aura was released in full bloom, while the other person's energy was restrained like a yin.
Ling Tianyun's eyes passed by the peerless swordsman in white clothes Shengxue who was looking up proudly, but as soon as his eyes fell on the other person's body, he felt a chill in his soul, as if his soul could be destroyed by him at any time.
The aura emanating from his body froze, causing an inexplicable tremor to rise in his heart.
Although there was hesitation in his heart, he still walked forward slowly, holding the big knife tightly in his hand, thin beads of sweat emerging from his palm, and the big knife in his hand almost fell off. He was nervous and tense.
He was tight, his body was walking slowly and staggering forward, his heart was beating wildly.
Some people in the crowd saw Ling Tianyun's arrival, and they all moved out of the way. The path that they got out of the crowd could only accommodate one person. Ling Tianyun saw a familiar face and took him into Feng Mansion.
Xiaoqi, Yuan Xiaoliu from Zhou, several old martial arts masters from the Feng family, Zeng Jijiang, Zhang Xiangquan, and some old servants from the Feng family. There are many new faces among them, but the eyes of this group of people are all sad.
Gaze, a solemn atmosphere arises spontaneously.
Ling Tianyun slowly walked forward from the crowd with a big knife. When he walked into the circle of people, bursts of sad and heart-piercing pain suddenly surged in his heart. What came into his eyes was a burly body hugging a
The old-looking figure had a look of sadness on his Chinese-character face, and in his eyes, apart from being overly sad and dull, there was also a trace of crazy meaning hidden in his eyes.
With a "clang" sound, the big knife in his hand fell to the ground. Ling Tianyun's trembling body slowly moved forward, finally confirming the ominous premonition in his heart.
Feng Bupo hugged Feng Yuxiu's body. There were no tears in his eyes. There was only a trace of madness burning in his eyes. He glanced at Ling Tianyun and whispered: "Xiaoyun, why are you coming back? Didn't you leave here?
, you should leave now, it’s still too late.”
The words were almost yelling at the end, but Ling Tianyun remained steady. As if he was lost, he knelt down in front of Feng Yuxiu's corpse with a "plop", "bang bang bang", and fiercely
He was knocking on the ground. He didn't know how many times he knocked, but he felt a numbness on Xi's forehead. He seemed to completely ignore the blood flowing down his forehead, so that the blood was blurred.
His eyes.
His body fell to the ground, and his head kept banging against the stones on the ground. He had no idea that more and more blood was flowing from his forehead, staining the ground red, but he still kept knocking his head, "Bang Bang Bang"
, the sound of banging heads one by one hit everyone's hearts like a hammer. Everyone was moved when they saw this, with tragic and angry expressions.
"Get up, get up, you coward, if you want revenge, escape alive, otherwise grandpa's spirit in heaven will not rest in peace." Feng Yanke couldn't stand it anymore, he knelt before Feng Bupo.
He suddenly jumped out from behind, rushed in front of Ling Tianyun, lifted him up, and shouted in an almost roaring voice to the young man whose face was covered with blood stains.
Ling Tianyun's eyes were blank, and he was lifted limply by Feng Yanke's hand. He was like a puppet, letting the other party lift his body up. There was no luster in his eyes, and he was like a walking corpse at this moment.