Bah!
How can I surrender when my blood is flowing like an arrow?
boom!
The blood droplets hit the ground and splattered into flowers!
"Are you going to die? Are you really going to die?" In the darkness, the hot tears splashed onto the ground amid the thunderous roars, and a drop of warm light flowed out.
"But I..." The blood beads between the fingers formed a complex pattern along the fine palm lines.
"but I......."
"I'm not willing to give in." The tears fell on the ground. Each drop melted into light and the blood turned into an unknown. Tomorrow...tomorrow is in your hands!
"Roar!" A fierce hiss erupted in the silent wasteland. The young man held a black iron scimitar in his blood-stained fingers. The white clothes on his body had long been tattered into strands. On his dark face, there were a pair of tigers. His eyes were burning with a light that was meant to devour the world.
The flickering sword glow shines with the deep and biting edge of the cold dark moon. The young man stands in the silent night. Behind him are thousands of weeds. The weeds rise and fall, as if they are in the sky. Surrender and kneel before Him.
The wind roars, the war drums urge, the wind and thunder draw, the fighting spirit is overwhelming! Teach the old Nine Nether Dragon to pierce the sky and split the earth because of me, teach the God of Thunder and Lightning Mother to play the flute and pick up the strings for me, teach the old Jade Emperor to do as I wish, with the wind hissing and the war drums beating! The wild geese cry sadly and vow to return to death!
suddenly!
A gust of cold wind blew, and he disappeared like the wind. The sword struck the clouds like a thunderbolt, and the blue lightning flashed. However, there was a severed arm in his hand. He smiled coldly, with a bloodthirsty smile. The meaning is hot-blooded, but the smile is cold-blooded.
The young man stood there blankly, and behind him stood a cold-faced young man with a huge sword on his shoulder, but the young man's left arm was gone. The young man stood still for a long time, then suddenly burst out into a burst of arrogant laughter. : "Okay! This is how you should be, to suit my taste."
He glanced coldly at the sword demon behind him and said quietly: "Use all your strength to help me kill him, do you understand?"
"His! Hiss! Hiss!" It was like the sharp hiss of a cobra when spitting out a letter, like the scythe of death that seduces the soul, making Yu Zun's heart more and more tired and disgusted.
He folded his arms, and the air around him seemed to have been sucked dry. The space seemed to be distorted at that moment. The grass for dozens of miles around seemed to have been sucked dry of life at that moment. His pupils A few scarlet blood threads gradually appeared in it, and the cold light was like sharp silver needles, causing the souls of all things in the world to break apart.
Yin Qianxiu stood quietly above the vast sea and said faintly: "Su Qiu, I still misjudged you. You actually taught him such an evil martial art, but you didn't know that it was in line with God's will."
In the turbulent vast sea, two gas eyes seemed to appear. One of the gas eyes was extremely bright, and the other was extremely dark. The gas eyes rotated crazily, and streams of black and white energy surged out from the gas eyes.
"Hunter, you are indeed extraordinary in this life. It's just that you carry too many burdens, which only increases the burden. If you want to live a stable life, God will not allow it."
The young man looked up at the sky. The dark sky had long been the same as before. The dense thunder patterns seemed to bind the sky, and the half-quarter moon swallowed up the blazing sun.
At this moment, Yu Zun, who was standing in the shadow, suddenly pushed his palms forward. Indeed, the sun and the moon changed strangely, and the seas and seas changed. There was a frenzy in the wild wilderness, which was frightening. What's surprising is that the frenzy was caused by Zhou Tian's profound energy.
The cold frenzy tore apart everything in the world, and the sea of mysterious energy that covered the sky and the sun seemed to swallow up the heaven and the earth.
There were sonorous roars, gold and iron collided with earth and rocks. At this moment, looking at the ancient bronze sword, it looked like a broken broom, swaying in the wind and rain, without any sense of heaviness.
The sword demon who was in the eye of the storm was now a skeleton, and all the flesh and blood around him had been stripped away by the waves of endless madness.
At this time, a young man in Tsing Yi, holding an ink pen, scolded Fang Qiu in the center of the violent frenzy, but his thin body stood there as firmly as steel, and the stubbornness between his eyebrows made him even more sad. He had no intention of retreating. He looked at Yu Zun at the edge of the storm from afar, and grinned at him, but the latter's bloody eyes had a bit more fighting spirit.
"I didn't expect that you are as good as he said. You are indeed a person." The young man laughed loudly, and then swung the ink pen in his hand towards Xuan Tian. The drop of ink left a trace of the world, and it was indeed a person. A pure place where birds sing and flowers smell.
The storm extinguished in an instant, or it could be said that this island has long been cut off from the mortal world. Yu Zun looked at the young man leaning against the tree quietly. At this time, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes had gradually receded, but he was also attracted by this Fang was fascinated by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and his stubborn fighting spirit gradually calmed down.
The lake lying in the mountain forest was sparkling with waves. A scholar was carrying a bookshelf on his back and leaning on a cane, struggling to walk through the jungle. At this time, the young man suddenly smiled, waved to Yu Zun, and said: "Come, let me treat you to a good show"
Yu Zun looked at the young man in astonishment. Just now, the young man was so unruly and crazy, but now, between the young man's quiet brows, there was a trace of indifference and vicissitudes of life.
"What? You don't recognize me anymore?" The young man smiled faintly, as if the person he was fighting just now was an old friend who had been away for a long time.
Yu Zun walked indifferently to the tree where the young man was leaning, and followed the young man's line of sight to look into the distance.
In the center of the shimmering lake, there are waves of clear ripples, and golden light falls on the water. The lake is like a mirror, reflecting a woman in red who is tapping her bare feet on the water.
The woman's figure is extremely graceful and lovely. Her rosy and fair oval face is adorned with a pair of eyes as bright as stars. Under her slightly straight nose are two rosy cherry lips. She gently holds her hand in the lake, and steps lightly on the lake, as if A banished immortal who descended to the earth, surpassed the world of mortals, and reached a state of perfection.
She laughed again and again, and all the flowers, birds, fish and insects around her were attracted by the laughter like silver bells. The flowers, grass and trees moved without wind, and the birds, fish and insects flew around her. , and as she danced, the sky and the earth seemed to rotate along with it.
The young man held a folding fan and shook it gently. He pursed his lips and looked at the woman playing and dancing in the lake quietly. There was a hint of sadness in his bright eyes.
Yu Zun stared blankly at the dancing woman, but he didn't know when a line of tears fell on his face. How similar was this woman to the beauty he missed? That figure that floats out of the dust, that temperament as light as an orchid, that clear smile on the face when swimming and playing, and that endless affection that can be seen at a glance...
The young man gently tapped his shoulder with a folding fan and said quietly: "Can you guess who she is?"
Yu Zun stood there quietly, seemingly unaware of the light blow of the paper fan. Suddenly, he sighed quietly: "I didn't expect that you are also a passionate person. She must be the legendary painting." Damn it!"
"You still have some sense, but do you know why I brought you here?" The young man said with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Yu Zun shook his head helplessly and said with great bitterness: "The hero is dying, but he is furious because of a word of love. You must have deliberately lured me here because of this woman!"
"Haha... Hahaha... How can you be sure that I am here just for her?" There were a few tears hanging on the young man's clear face, and his hoarse laughter gradually cooled down. , those sharp eyes were filled with a bit of hatred at some point.
Yu Zun said calmly: "Your eyes have said everything. I guess that person you hate is Mr. Taiqingguan Linghuan."
"Hmph! How can that kind of treacherous villain deserve my hatred!" The young man shook his clothes and his face was as white as paper. In his sharp eyes as bright as cold stars, murderous intent boiled, and he seemed to want to kill him. All the Xuantian loess has been wiped out from the world.
"Look, see how I will erase them all from this world later." A ball of evil fire burst out in the young man's eyes, and he said with a ghostly sneer.
The Painting Nightmare is in the clear lake, tapping the lake surface with your toes, and the gentle dancing posture makes people feel as if they are in a dream. At this time, the scholar in white, who is carrying the bookshelf on his back, is not aware of the Painting Nightmare. He bends down and uses the palm of his hand to He picked up a puddle of water and brought it to his mouth.
Hua Xiang looked at the scholar in white with a smile and said: "What an idiot." Yu Zun stared blankly at the girl's smile, but there was also a bit of sadness in his eyes.
The scholar in white raised his head, looked at the girl blankly, and stuttered: "Girl...when did you..."
Hua Xiang burst out laughing and said leisurely: "Of course it's always there."
"Then... why didn't I see you just now?" Scholar Linghu An said with a dazed expression. The woman in front of him was so beautiful that she looked like a person in a painting. Coupled with the surrounding mountains and rivers, At this moment, he seemed to be swimming in a painting.
Hua Xiang rolled his eyes at Linghu An and said angrily: "You idiot, your mind is full of poems, books and economics, how could you find me?"
Linghu An touched the back of his head, with a slight blush on his face, and said, "May I ask if I have ever seen a girl?"
Hua Xiang glanced at Linghu An and said mysteriously, "Don't you think I look familiar?"
Linghu An looked at Hua Xiang blankly, his eyes blurred, he shook his head and said: "The girl is so beautiful, how can I, Linghu An, be so lucky?"
"Okay then, just sit down and draw a picture for me. After you finish the drawing, you will naturally understand it," Hua Xiang looked at him aggressively and said.
"That's fine. Xiaosheng likes pen and ink. Since the girl likes her, I am very honored." After saying that, he took out the pen and ink inkstone from the bookshelf. When he shook off the rice paper, a jerky ink painting suddenly appeared from the bookcase. The rice paper slipped out of the pile. Linghu An was stunned and slowly unfolded the ink painting in front of his eyes.
He stared blankly at the person in the painting, and then looked up at the painting, with shock on his face. This painting was a copy of a woman he had copied when he first learned to paint as a child. Because he missed his dead adoptive father, he He has always carried this painting with him, but it has been so many years without realizing it. Although this painting has always been placed on his bookshelf, he has never unfolded it in front of others.
At this time, when he saw clearly the appearance of the woman in the painting, he was really startled. The person in the painting was actually the woman standing in front of him - the painting nightmare.
Hua Ni glanced at the ink painting with a smile and sighed: "This painting is not bad, at least it still has some of my spirit."
He looked at her blankly and murmured: "Girl... are you... the girl who rescued me when you were a child?"
Hua Ni snorted coldly: "Oh, you still remember! Then please give me another ink painting!"
"Don't dare! Don't dare! Linghu An has always remembered the girl's great kindness, but these years are fleeting, and Linghu An's memory is blurred, but the girl's face is still as youthful and beautiful, but Linghu An If my skills are not good enough, I will not dare to copy for the girl anymore." Linghu An looked a little dazed and said timidly.
"Why don't you dare? Twenty years ago, I saved your life and you painted for me. Twenty years later, you have stood up and your brushwork must be much more skilled. I want to test it. In the past twenty years, How on earth did you spend it?" Hua Niang's words gradually turned cold.
