Chapter two hundred and sixty seventh night is boundless road
Ye Yinfeng did not expect that if he followed the formula in the sword formula, a figure would appear in his mind, and his movements would follow that figure and dance the jade sword in his hand. He did not know
Is it because of his great improvement in realm or the exquisite jade sword in his hand? However, the move of that sword will always be fixed in his mind, and he will not return until the figure in his mind disappears.
Come to God.
His eyes were startled, but he was shocked by the phenomenon in front of him. He saw the pale old man's eyes showing frightened eyes, and a miserable howl burst out from his mouth. But his figure was far away from Ye Yinfeng.
His distant, horrified eyes were fixed on him, as if he were seeing a terrifying monster. But the index and middle fingers of his right hand that he pointed out wildly were empty, with bright red blood splattering out.
The violent blood shot out from his hands, and the wrinkled face looked extremely pale, with a look of pain on his face. Only after his left hand crazily tapped his right hand, the violent blood stopped.
.And the old man's expression showed a hint of helpless decadence at this moment, and the old figure looked extremely desolate. At this time, the slightly bowed body seemed to be weighed by a huge weight, becoming even more bent, and showing that
It means something rickety.
"I didn't expect that even the sword of Linglong Valley would appear in his hand. The sword just now was beyond your limit. I didn't expect that you would have such an opportunity, and you would be blessed with all the luck in the world.
Get together. No wonder I felt a palpitation in my heart just now. That’s all, I can’t do anything. You can leave.”
The old man suddenly seemed much older, with a look of malaise on his face. He no longer had the fierce and frightening momentum of the past, and a pair of faint eyes showed a bit of exhaustion. And he was full of energy.
His wrinkled face was as pale as bloodless. A sigh of relief came from his mouth. Looking at his left and right palms with both fingers broken, the old man's eyes were even more...
The meaning of loneliness and desolation.
Ye Yinfeng had already been paralyzed, standing staggeringly. His frail face and that of the old man were almost as pale as bloodless. He was able to fight the last sword because of his full body of energy. In the end,
As a result, the old man lost two of his fingers, and the sword energy emitted by the Panyu Sword hurt his roots. Otherwise, the other party would not be so depressed. But he just used up all his energy as if it was vented thousands of miles away.
This made my body extremely exhausted, but as long as I adjusted my breath for a few days and recovered a little bit of my true energy, there would be no serious problem.
Panting for breath, Ye Yinfeng's exhausted body was about to collapse. He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the old man. There was no trace of murderous intention in the other man's body. That pale face
At this moment, the old man was just like an ordinary old man, except that his breath was a little disordered. There was no blood flowing out from the broken places between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand. The old man tore off a piece of coarse cloth and cut his right hand.
His hand was wrapped up. The old man only focused on wrapping his injured right hand, but no longer paid attention to the young man in blue shirt who seemed to be knocked down at any time by the wind.
Ye Yinfeng did not expect that the old man would give up on killing him. Just because of the power of his sword, he could not deliver a fatal blow to the old man. The lonely and desolate expression represented that the old man had given up.
He was killed again. Although he was a little surprised, looking at the other party's expression, there seemed to be no sign of any action. If the other party made another sudden attack, not even a god could save him.
Reciting the mantra secretly in his heart, Ye Yinfeng circulated the gossamer-like true energy in his body. In one breath or two breaths, he slowly recovered 10% of his skill. Only then did his body begin to gain some strength. It was difficult.
He stood up straight, and the tearing pain coming from his left shoulder made him shake for a few more times before he managed to stabilize his body.
Feeling the dryness of his Dantian, Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly. The move he was forced to use exhausted all the energy in his body. The price was to completely cut off the opponent's two fingers.
Although his roots were damaged, he was still unable to deliver a fatal blow. However, he was as sluggish as withered grass and vulnerable to a blow. The gossamer-like true energy in his body slowly moved around, recovering bit by bit.
He bit his dry lips, and everything on his back was soaked with sweat. When the cold wind blew, bursts of biting coldness penetrated directly from his clothes, bringing him up.
Waves of icy coldness spread all over his body. He raised his eyes and looked at the old man standing in the wind, with a few sparse strands of snowy hair flying lonely in the cold wind. At this moment, Ye Yin
A pitiful feeling arose in Feng's heart, pitiful for the old man, for himself, and perhaps for the unconscious fat man Li Congjia lying in the carriage.
Taking one step forward, Ye Yinfeng cupped his fists towards the old man and said, "Thank you for not killing me, senior. I will bear in mind what happened today."
Neither arrogant nor humble, Ye Yinfeng had some admiration for the old man but also a touch of pity. Although the family's mission may not be right, they cling to the glory of their family and this persistence
, must be respected by others. Whether it is the Yin clan or the ancient clan, although they have their own ulterior selfishness, they still make Ye Yinfeng respect him. At the same time, he also feels a little pity in his heart. Such
Talents are the most pitiable. They don't live for themselves. Isn't it pitiable? Ye Yinfeng doesn't want that involuntary sense of mission. Even if he is a superior god, he will disdain it.
Stepping forward step by step, stepping on the thick remaining snow, making a squeaking sound, Ye Yinfeng's bleak figure moved slowly in the vast night.
In the silent night, only the corpse wrapped in a cold black robe exuded a faint smell of blood in the thick snow. The jade body was still there, but it had long lost the luster of life. It made people feel sad.
Sighing endlessly. Walking past the body of the black-robed woman, Ye Yinfeng stood there for a while, wondering how a beautiful lady could be a thief. He secretly sighed in his heart and turned around. Behind him, the twisted face and the loss of life.
The breathy corpse slowly blended into the night.
The road to the end of the world is far away, but the waves can break my sorrowful heart. In the vast darkness of the night, Can Xue mourns in silence alone.
The snow on the street was suddenly blown by the strong cold wind, and turned into flying snow all over the sky, lingering in the sky for a long time. The lonely figure of the young man left behind various shadows.
The uneven footprints and desolate back were a bit colder than the bone-chilling night.
The independent and motionless old man watched as the lonely blue-shirted figure gradually disappeared into the cold and windy night. His rickety body suddenly seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and he couldn't help but feel a little shorter.
There was a somewhat complicated light in his eyes, and the old man kept watching the lonely back in blue clothes disappear from his sight, "Maybe you are all wrong, but am I right or wrong this time?"
A murmur that only he could hear came out of his mouth.
The old man's rickety figure slowly walked towards the carriage, and the horse recovered from the death of the black-robed woman, still unable to hide the frightened look in its eyes. The horse could not help shaking, and its hooves were still trembling.
It was so restless that it was moving around on the snow, but although this horse was extremely frightened, it never thought of escaping alone. It was also a good and loyal horse.
"Okay, it's okay." The old man stroked the messy mane of the horse, and waves of tremors came from the horse. The old man couldn't help but be surprised. He knew the horse's temperament very well, and he had already comforted him.
The horse still felt waves of fear from its body. A beast is a beast, how can it have any spirituality?
The old man couldn't help but feel a bit of self-mockery in his heart. He calmed the horse for a while, then jumped on the shaft of the cart and raised the reins to urge the horse forward.
Then at this moment, a sharp light suddenly shot out from the carriage and went straight towards the old man's back.
When the old man lifted the reins, his left hand froze, his legs rubbed against the shaft of the cart, and he flew out like a flying eagle. Although his figure was extremely fast, the brilliant light behind him was like a lightning flash.
He chased after his flying figure. As the light appeared, a fat figure emerged from the car.
The fat figure moved extremely nimbly, and the cold light rising from his hand formed a beautiful arc in the air like a sharp sword, directly heading towards the old man's figure.
There was a bit of fear in the old man's eyes. He didn't expect that there was another killer hidden in the carriage. His body spun in the air several times, barely avoiding the ray of light behind him. Waiting for him
When he landed on the ground and took a closer look, his eyes suddenly showed even more surprise.
That fat figure, dressed like a brocade robe and fur robe, suddenly looked like the fat man Li Congjia.
When the old man was startled, his figure couldn't help but froze. But the fat figure didn't say a word, and his figure suddenly surged out, and a strange and powerful aura came from him.
A surge of energy surged out of his body. The ray of light in his hand turned into a sharp arrow with cold light, piercing the old man's chest fiercely.
The old man's eyes showed an extremely horrified look, because the familiar little fat man no longer existed. As soon as the doubtful look was revealed, it was fixed in his eyes. Because, as soon as he was stunned, that
The light in the hand of the fat figure had already stabbed his chest.
There was a cramping pain in his chest, and then the severe tearing pain spread throughout his body. His chest felt like it was exploding, and the powerful energy that shot up cut off his life.
"Pfft", the old man's eyes were filled with complex light, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, turning into a layer of faint blood mist and spreading into the dark night.
"Who are you?" The old man endured the huge pain in his chest and spat out a few extremely hoarse words from his mouth. His eyes showed a look of unwillingness and unconcealable anger. His face covered with blood was distorted and looked like
Extraordinarily ferocious.
The fat figure slowly raised the ray of light in his hand, and touched his face with his left hand, and a strange yet familiar face poured into the eyes of the old man.
"So it's you." The old man roared unwillingly like a wild beast, but his body became extremely cold, and the energy of life was slowly flowing out of his body. The blood surged from his chest.
, mouth, and even ears, and other four sense organs overflowed wildly, with an extremely terrifying face like a ferocious ghost.
"Neigh", a frightened horse neighed, breaking the silent night.
The old man's eyes gradually lost their luster, and he slowly fell down with his head lowered. However, the fat figure raised the cold light in his hand, and the cold light went towards the neck of the old man who was slowly falling to the ground.
A head with an old face was separated from the commoner's body. The fallen body shot out a violent blood mist, dyeing all the surrounding snow red. And the separated head was waving in the air.
The hot blood spurted out, and finally landed on the thick snow with a thud, rolling up blood stained with red, fluttering in the night full of strange aura.
A bloody storm, carrying an extremely sharp cold wind, surged in and enveloped the main Jinling in an instant.
The fat figure did not even look at the headless corpse with blood gushing in the snow, or the pale head with eyes wide open as it rolled a few times on the snowy street.
. He put away the brilliant light in his hand, touched the snow-covered street with his feet, flew up like a flying crane, jumped onto a roof, and finally jumped from the roof, as fast as a ghost