Hitomi nodded gently and pulled out a sharp sword from his waist. At this time, there was a cruel smile on his face, and at this time, there was a thick ink mark on the dim sky. , wrapped in wisps of faint light.
After a moment, the corners of the girl's mouth were raised slightly, which was both contempt and disdain. Her pupils were getting darker and darker, and there was a bloody light hidden in the darkness.
From the moment he drew his sword, this war was inevitable. The Taoists in green robes and the monks in white robes surrounded the entire White Stone Square.
At this time, the murderous aura on their bodies seemed to be like a thick mist, spreading from Baishi Square to the surrounding areas. When this aura became more and more concentrated, there seemed to be a kind of bloody light on their bodies. , tumbling quietly.
The young man disappeared at the edge of the square in an instant, and when he reappeared, the monks in white robes were floating in the air. Their bodies seemed to be trapped. Maybe there were prisons in the sky. !
And when the sword in the young man's hand passed through the sky, the blood flowers were like bright red roses. At this time, the blood flowers were splashing and the petals were breaking, but the sweet smell in the air was... It seems that even after gathering together for a long time, they will not disperse!
In the darkness, the young man's pupils were shining. At this moment, there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and that smile became more and more red and cruel.
When the knife in his hand cut across the heaven and earth again, the pain of tearing flesh and blood became more and more intense as the lonely wailing between heaven and earth...
And the shock in the hearts of those righteous people standing at the edge of the square became more and more intense like a sea wave.
In the empty world, drops of water turn into ice, the sky is getting colder and colder, and the world is getting colder and colder. The remaining warmth is a vague scene from the past, and the memories are once again covered with dust.
The young man raised his neck, his eyes as bright as stars always had an unacceptably sharp and stinging look.
At this time, the young man's body hurriedly crossed the sky like a lonely dragon, and then landed quietly on the ground, his smile turning into a flower.
That kind of cruel and cold smile made all the righteous people feel a chill in their hearts. At this time, the sword carried a cold wind and blasted open their flesh and blood. The sharp sword , seems to be a life-threatening ghost, making the situation at this time become increasingly cold.
The young man was decisive, and the sword in his hand was obviously not a vegetarian. There was a bright red blood on the sharp blade, which was in line with the obsession in his heart.
Figures of people, images flowed crazily in the quiet square. Those Taoists and monks no longer abide by the rules and regulations. The dark sky, with sparse light, fell quietly.
At this time, the ink cloud above the girl's head became thicker and thicker, and the flames under her feet were already ignited, but there was a hint of domineering in the girl's eyes, and the black smoke covered her cheeks. .
At this time, the young man standing proudly in the air frowned. In an instant, across the sky and across the earth, drops of blood turned into ice, and bones turned into cotton.
Die!
Just die...
The sword in his hand was weeping blood. The fallen monks and Taoists could no longer stand up. The weak vitality, accompanied by the thick breathing, wrapped the world more and more tightly.
Death...the cold vitality, the despair on the chopping block, the sadness on the edge of the knife...
In the darkness, sporadic lights were lit in the distance, but this silent land seemed unwilling to wake up. It was still sleeping, giving people its own heaviness with the most depressing feeling.
When the blood splashed, the sky was dyed red, and at the time of despair, it was already a dark silk-like night.
The edge of the sword was sobbing. When the sword cut through the sky again, the weeping roses were blooming with mysterious blood. The darkness was slowly expanding. The faint moonlight in the sky could not dominate the fear in each other's hearts.
The young man's body seems to be leisurely, but strangely, no one standing here can catch any trace of him. His martial arts realm is neither real nor imaginary.
When he stood proudly on the sky, at that moment, it was just his remaining image, and at that moment when the monks and Taoists did not feel it, the sword in his hand had already cut open their chests.
There are more and more ghosts under the sword, and the sharp cold front wraps up the worldly affairs and human feelings, gradually moving away.
It seems that the will of the sword is pulling the boy's hunger, like a butterfly with heavy meaning and thin body.
The flying swords streaked across the sky of history. At that moment, Yu Zun suddenly realized that time seemed to be flowing backwards, and everything seemed to return to the most innocent scene in the past.
But those who die will eventually die, history will only be left to valuable people, and that thin image is so fragile.
Yu Zun stood quietly in the distance, the corner of his mouth twitched, he seemed to see his past self, a line of clear tears hung on his face, and the ice in his pupils gradually melted.
When he looked up at the star curtain, a lot of light flowed into his pupils. The dark blood was still gurgling with indifferent blood. At the same time, there was a burning flame in his heart, falling in love with the indifferent world and people. Kill each other and stalemate each other!
call......
A cold wind passed by, and in a daze, it seemed that it had spanned thousands of years, and the girl's drooped head had gradually lifted up. There was a smile in her eyes, and at this time, the girl was looking at him with a smile.
Crazy killing, in the silence, the remaining souls are handed over to God, the silent ceremony, as the jackdaws above the head become more and more stubborn in the solitary cry, and all of this will eventually break the silence, That silence...
The waves in his heart surged one after another. When he saw the smile in the young man's eyes, he was stunned. At this time, the white stone square was filled with monks and Taoists lying in a pool of blood.
Still raising their necks and looking at the sky are the monks wearing white gold Buddhist robes and the Taoist wearing black gold robes.
The cold breath became thicker and thicker, and the scene at this time was better than the middle of winter, but Yu Zun also gradually understood that perhaps everything here was caused by the martial arts of the worshipers.
And that young man with murderous intent on his face was the source of it. In the darkness, the cold breath was still gathering crazily. It was the thick demonic energy that gave this land the coldness and cruelty.
The demonic energy was still condensing, extending along the long sword in the young man's hand to his arms, and the young man's arms were also covered with wrinkled veins, like a horned dragon, which made people gasp.
"Hitomi...there are two more people!" The girl who was tied to the cross had a strange smile on her face.
The young man nodded gently, and he crossed the sky again, his body still so magical. When the long sword in his hand passed across the neck of the monk wearing a platinum robe, the bright red blood had already dyed Tong's eyes red.
The weeping sky is the rush after the cold wind has passed, washed away by the cold paint, and it is filled with gloom.
Hitomi's body is more like a dysprosium arrow, passing through the sky in an instant. At this time, time and space are still changing, and there is a strange color hidden in the desolation. When the long wind passes by the ears, in the dark night, The ghost's whimpering became increasingly clear and desolate.
The sky turned dark, and bonfires were lit on the ground. But in this city, the most honest side was revealed to everyone.
The desolate night, the thick darkness, and the sharp sword seem to be the savior of this world, and the only way to save it is destruction. No need to say more, the cold will explain everything clearly.
The dazzling blood is like a rose blooming in the night, and the pungent smell of blood is like candied fruit in the heart. This feeling is the feeling in the heart of those who have been immersed in the martial arts realm for a long time.
The long sword cut open the sky, and the splash of blood disintegrated in front of my eyes. The cold world will last forever, and the desolate feelings are in urgent need of warming up.
When the pupil crossed the sky for the last time, a clear smile appeared on the girl's face.
But her life seems to have come to an end. The grand sacrifice will not change in any way because of the appearance of the boy, because Hitomi cannot compete with God.
When the cold tears flowed down her face, the girl finally lowered her high head. In her clear smile, the vague warmth never seemed to become colder.
Dead...all dead...
The young man lowered his arms and looked up quietly at the night sky above his head. At this time, he felt very lost and confused, but the most intense thing was the sadness and regret in his heart.
The wind blew across his cheeks, and the hair on his temples gently rose. His lips were split open, and the bright red blood was sucked into his mouth. He smiled. It was rare that he could still smile. It can be seen that the pain is uglier than crying.
The darkness is dispersing. The girl on the cross has lowered her head. Her life, as the ink cloud goes away, gradually comes to an end...
In Hitomi's eyes, life seemed to have no value. He sighed softly. The moment the sword cut through his neck, he seemed to smile, a smile that spattered blood.
And in the depths of the vast night sky, snowflakes began to float again. The cold winter in the prosperous age seemed to be very high-key, and the snowflakes in the sky covered the scars in the young man's heart.
When Hitomi fell to the ground and died, that frozen smile was like a flower growing in a greenhouse, leaving the last scene to the flower grower.
And the brilliance after death will gradually turn into vicissitudes, withering, and dust as the remaining warmth gradually passes away...
The sky is silent, speechless. Silent water, prayer and repentance.
In the affairs of the world and human relations, the swords and guns should sing together, and the long songs and dances should be accompanied by a glass of wine.
The moment the young man closed his eyes, the light in Yu Zun's heart also disappeared.
He looked into the distance quietly, and when the sound he encountered appeared behind him, his body trembled suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.
"Mei Yu...what happened just now?" The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, while Yu Yu had a smile on his face.
"How...do you feel?" You met, smiling and patting his shoulder gently.
Yu Zun took a long breath, and his gloomy heart seemed to become clear again. However, at this moment, his condition was still a little bad. He murmured: "Meet, is this your previous life?"
He was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he nodded gently and said: "To sum it up, I have a certain fate with the young man you met!"
"Who is that young man..." He said with trembling lips and teeth.
Seeing that there was tenderness and vicissitudes in Qingrou's eyes, she sighed, "Since you understand, why do you still ask me?"
Yu Zun opened his mouth, but finally fell silent. Could it really be me?
At this time, Yu Yu smiled and said, "That's right! Your judgment is correct. That person is not you!"
Yu Zun was startled in his heart. He nodded gently, and finally there was a light in his dark pupils, "Me, you must be lonely!"
When they met at that time, her body became stiff, and she looked at Yu Zun blankly. For some reason, a clear tear fell from her eyes. She looked at Yu Zun dumbfounded, sighed softly, and said: "Do you have a close friend?"
In the silence, there seemed to be a more powerful force overturning everything in his heart. He raised his neck, looked at the sky quietly, and sighed softly.
He smiled and said: "Probably not! The person who understood me is no longer alive!"
