Spring mountain night belt knife

The boulder collapsed and blocked the entrance of the cave, closing the way out and blocking the glimmer of light. The whole cave was plunged into complete darkness. Xie Tianming closed his eyes, grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and pierced his chest and the bluestone with all his strength, nailing his body to the cave. on the wall.

"Huh..." He let out a slow breath.

The shaking stopped, but the gravel continued to fall, brushing cheeks, hitting shoulders, bouncing back into the air, and landing with a thud.

Everything returns to silence.

"I didn't expect that you would take such a method to make your friend leave." A gorgeous and deep voice suddenly sounded, with casual sarcasm and contempt, and the tone was high and mighty, "You stabbed me The place is the heart, which is where you are, and in this way, within a quarter of an hour, you will completely disappear, demon."

"I think the address should be reversed." Xie Tianming clenched his hand on the hilt of the sword a little bit, and he smiled with a painful pleasure when he spoke, "I am not a demon, and I never do evil things. , you are the one who has lost all conscience."

"Oh, what I did was not evil." Lin Yuan snorted softly from his nasal cavity, "Enjoy this last bit of time, demon."

Xie Tianming also showed a little sneer: "The heart is the most fragile part of a person. Even if you are a god, ordinary weapons are not enough to kill you, but it will take at least an hour for such a wound to fully recover."

"It's a strategy to slow down the troops." Lin Yuan's tone turned cold.

"That's right." Xie Tianming's expression turned pale, "When you can move freely, the fourth sacred weapon will no longer exist."

"You really gave me a surprise." Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, his tone was gloomy and startled.

Xie Tianming gave a short laugh, lowered his head, and stopped talking.

A quarter of an hour later, the blood-stained and dry hand on the hilt dropped down, but in the next moment, it was raised again.The person bound by the vine opened his eyes, held the long sword stuck in his heart again, pulled it out forcefully, and threw it on the ground.

bang-

The wind on the river was cold, the mist penetrated the cold, and the sound of killing and thunder rang out together, forming a solemn and stirring sound.

Yuan Xiaohan barely stopped at the outer edge of the magic circle, and did not appear flustered in the face of the gale created by Wu Feihuan with the power of the holy weapon.After stabilizing his figure, he set up the sword with his right hand, and swiped his left hand together. The energy surged out with the fingertips, bringing a vast long light to break through the black mist.When he lowered his sword again, Changguang pressed down with all his strength, and smashed towards Wu Feihuan, who was wrapped in the strong wind, with overwhelming momentum.

boom--

wow-

The river surged into the air, then scattered and fell in all directions, splashing Zhang-high spray.The gang wind surrounding Wu Feihuan's body was split open, Yuan Xiaohan took advantage of the momentum, blew the wind when crossing, turned and pushed out, the sword was like a dragon, and the sword light was like a rainbow, directly hitting Wu Feihuan's face.The latter immediately took up the bone knife, not dodging or dodging, facing Yuan Xiaohan's sword force, and suddenly retaliated.

The strong wind is hunting, and the splashed water drops will disappear when they meet it, and there is nothing in the place they pass by in an instant.Even though Yuan Xiaohan had the strength to protect his body, he was still cut several times by the wind blade, the blood was smeared immediately, and the color of his clothes became darker.

It is not impossible to abandon the defense and forcibly break through the wind, but in the end the situation will hurt both sides.Yuan Xiaohan didn't care about being injured, but the situation on Ruan Xun's side was still unclear, and he couldn't allow himself to be seriously injured here.On balance, Yuan Xiaohan chose to back away.

But he retreats, and the mist advances if he is not happy.

The man in red stepped on Fengyan and laughed wildly, "It seems that your tricks are only mediocre."

Gang Feng may be called the best protection in the world, and the fog array has improved his body skills several times. He made another knife before he finished his knife, chopping, picking, stabbing, chopping, making moves, and changing moves to the extreme. , It is a sword technique inherited from Ruan Xun.

——He wanted to use Ruan Xun's knife to kill the person opposite him.

Yuan Xiaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, drew his long sword, and made a sharp move.

But in the end, he was no match, the wind was too strong, and his moves were too fast, so he couldn't defend and keep up.

The night is foggy, covering all escape routes; the sound of water and thunder, weaving a tight killing net.The blade pierced the eyes, and the wind blade pierced the ears. After hundreds of moves, Yuan Xiaohan was covered in cuts and bruises.

When he paused for breath, Wu Fei's laughter became more presumptuous, his saber technique changed, and his ultimate move became even more extreme, "Make a move! The original master, aren't you very good at fighting!"

Yuan Xiaohan pursed his lips tightly, avoiding the head-on blow with a hedging method, and quickly swept away from the distance.The icy cold breath that belongs to the nether world followed closely behind, and the chill penetrated into the marrow of his bones. He suddenly turned around, and raised a sword from bottom to top.

The light flickering in Wu Feihuanyou's blue eyes was very strange, and the excitement reached the point of madness.He looked at Yuan Xiaohan, turned the blade abruptly, changed its position under the long sword, and then boldly raised it.

Yuan Xiaohan had reached his limit, but he was powerless to guard against it.He was overturned on the spot by the powerful force, and fell into the river like a kite with a broken string.

boom -

The thunder continued, and the flat boat that Ruan Xun and Yuan Xiaohan were on floated out of the water and carried Yuan Xiaohan back to the river.

Who did this, the answer is self-evident.

Wu Feihuan stepped on the strong wind, and approached the person in the boat with the tip of the knife slanted, the arc of the lips curled up strangely, "Original owner, the only practitioner in the world who broke through to the Taiqing realm, died in my place Do you have any regrets under the knife in the Wuxiang Realm?"

Yuan Xiaohan spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled to stand up with his sword, looked down at the thick fog in front of him, without any expression on his face.He suddenly thought of the time in the Yaotai Realm, it seemed that it was the same situation, he guarded Yaoguang and tried the ring alone, and was forced to a desperate situation.

Of course, he thought of Ruan Xun.He thought, he and Ruan Xun still had a lot of things to do and places to go, how could they fall down in this place?

Ah yes, he can't give up, he can't fall.

If Wu Feihuan killed him, Ruan Xun would be the next to be threatened.

So now is not the time to give up!

Yuan Xiaohan raised his eyes abruptly, and at the same time, Wu Feihuan lowered his sabre.

Sooner or later, a sharp energy struck from a distance, breaking through the wind with unstoppable momentum, and hitting Wu Feihuan on the shoulder.

puff-

Qi Jin pierced the flesh and blood, and the blood splashed on the spot. Wu Feihuan stepped back a few inches, the saber tilted, and was immediately parried by Yuan Xiaohan's raised sword.

when--

When the weapons collided, the sound was like thunder.

Wu Feihuan's saber is old, so he avoided it in a hurry. After pulling away from Yuan Xiaohan, he looked at the place where the energy came with a sullen face.

The mist blurred vision, but Wu Feihuan could tell who was coming at a glance. This person would appear at this time, which was unexpected but reasonable.He hooked his lips and smiled, and said in a serious tone, "Oh, it's you."

"It's me." The visitor said quietly.

"What are you here for? To see how your lover died under my knife?" Wu Feihuan pulled out a knife flower and asked with a smile.

"Come and clean up the door." Ruan Li hung down the fiery red longbow in his hand, and there was a faint light in his light-colored eyes, calm and emotionless.

In the fog on the river, the sword light exploded, and the sword light came at the same time, attacking Wu Feihuan one after the other.The strong wind around the latter dissipated the attack of the two of them, Ruan Xun withdrew the saber gesture, turned around and landed beside Yuan Xiaohan.

Yuan Xiaohan gave a very soft smile, turned his face, and quickly kissed Ruan Shang on the lips, "Healing."

The lines of Ruan Shang's tensed face softened a bit, and Wu Fei on the opposite side laughed out of joy.

"You, you... good! It's really irritating!" Wu Feihuan growled hoarsely, flipped his wrists, burst into place, and appeared within three feet of Ruan Xun and Yuan Xiaohan in an instant. face-to-face.

Ruan Xun's eyelids rolled up, and he waved the long knife obliquely without changing his expression. His intention was not for Wu Feihuan itself, nor for intercepting Wu Feihuan's knife's momentum.

Yuan Xiaohan drew his sword from the side, and what the sword pointed at was Wu Feihuan himself.

The divine power poured out with the swing of the knife, just like the morning light dispelling the darkness at the dawn of a long day, dispelling the boundless mist.The moment the wind blade, which was tearing everything apart, collided with it, it disappeared silently.

The field of vision finally recovered, the mountains on both sides of the river were vast and stretched, and outlines were outlined in the night. The magic circle operated by water power stopped after Ruan Xun retrieved the holy artifact, and the lightning and thunder faded away, leaving only the river to rush.

Wu Feihuan stepped back on the waves in a hurry, Ruan Xun put away the Hanlutian, took the sacred weapon of the Suzaku clan, and pulled the bow to shoot out several bursts of energy, forcing him to find no place to stand on the river.Yuan Xiaohan took advantage of the situation and went up. After cutting horizontally, he turned around and made a wrong step, and received a diagonal chop.

The sound of the waves, the night is dark, the sword flowers are in full bloom, the sword energy does not fall, and the sword is as bright as a hanging rainbow.

The red-clothed swordsman retreated step by step, and made a wrong step. Without the protective shell of Gangfeng and the heavy cover of mist, his defeat came very quickly.

"Now, do you still want to kill me?" Ruan Xun appeared behind Wu Feihuan at some point, with a bright long knife reflecting a pair of indifferent eyes, and his voice was cold, like a glass of chilled wine.

Wu Feihuan gave up the attack and was hit by Yuan Xiaohan. He turned to face Ruan Xun, blood gushed from his back and throat, he swallowed it forcefully, and said in a deep voice, "Kill!"

Ruan Xun looked into his eyes and said a word slowly: "Okay."

After saying a word, make a move, the move is fierce, and the knife is fatal.

Ruan Xun's moves were impeccable, and Wu Feihuan couldn't find a chance to make moves. In the blink of an eye, he was forced to retreat from the river to the river bank.

"See my moves clearly, this is the last time." Ruan Li abruptly withdrew his momentum and said to Wu Feihuan, his tone was flat but profound.

The world was silent when the words fell, but after a while, the noise came again.

The sound of the waves, the sound of the wind, the sound of killing, the sound of death.

Night light, water light, eye light, light does not shine on obsessed people.

The knife, the knife for killing, and the knife for saving people, there is no difference at the end of life.

When the knife rises, it draws out an arc of blood, and when the knife falls, it cuts off a dream of deep resentment.On top of the red clothes, add bright red, and the astonished face is stacked with astonishment.

Shino was quiet again.

Wu Feihuan lowered her eyes to look at the broken chest, staring slightly, unable to believe it, but had to believe it.

Ruan Xun lowered his blood-stained sword and said calmly, "Now, you have no chance."

When the words fell to the ground, Wu Feihuan fell to his knees with a thud.

Wu Feihuan's vision gradually blurred, and after an unknown period of time, it became clear again.

He saw the light of snow, a vast expanse of whiteness, pure as silver.

That year when the Kingdom of Liang returned to the Chen Dynasty, it snowed heavily, young children sat in ragged clothes in a corner, and men in white clothes and swords rode across the long street on horseback.

When the snow fell in front of him, he stretched out his hand that was red from the cold, but did not catch it; the person who picked him up here that year, did not stop this time either.

Everything has come to an end. It turns out that this piece of snow light is the end.

Wu Feihuan thought about it, and slowly closed his eyes.