Inside the house, there was a wax torch burning, and the little bits of light made the wooden house look a little brighter.
Yu Zunzhi stood in front of the door and asked in astonishment, "What happened before?"
Ling said with an indifferent expression: "It's all because of you!"
Yu Zun's heart froze, and he murmured to himself: "Me? How could it be because of me?"
Ling sighed and said quietly: "They all want to take the secret book from you, and they want to kill you!"
"What? That doesn't make sense!" Yu Zun looked startled, and the nameless fire in his heart began to burn again.
"But because of "Hunyuan Dao"?" At this moment, Yu Zun's heart became clearer.
There seemed to be a fire in Ling's cold pupils, and the fire was finally ignited, "What do you think?"
"What do you think?" Yu Zun pondered and was silent for a moment.
When he raised his head again, the fire in his eyes had burned into a sea. His voice was like a blunt weapon, depressing.
"If you want to be my enemy, you must pay a price!"
There was a cold smile in Ling's eyes, "Yu Zun, I'll accompany you!"
Her eyes became colder and colder, and the murderous aura in her eyes broke out of her shell, and she became alive, but what she wanted to do was something related to death!
The sky became increasingly gloomy, and a feeling of loneliness spread in the air. Then a wind blew across the temples, and most of the indifferent worldly people were wrapped in thick clothes. In this way, the body is still trembling. This cold autumn seems to be about to start a new chapter.
The shameful and angry north wind is howling, and the miserable rain falls one after another on the sky. In this way, the imprint of autumn in life becomes more and more profound. This cold late autumn will eventually pass through my fingers slowly, and then the withered and yellow leaves will spin in front of my eyes day after day, and then fall to the ground, fall into the mire, and slowly rot. . But these withered yellow leaves will one day turn into flowers and the bright future in spring.
Yu Zun woke up, and his originally hazy thoughts gradually became clearer. In his ears were the sounds of drums, tattered flags in the wind, and angry sounds. In the dark night, everything was wrapped in a thin light. His throat seemed to be on fire, and his thoughts became increasingly dull.
Yu Zun curled his fingers and held the Yuantian Blade tightly. He became the passionate young man again, with loneliness burning in his eyes. He woke up from the darkness, his eyes were clear, and his body became tense again.
The smile in Ling's eyes became clearer and clearer, like a glass of wine left overnight, cold to the touch and spicy to the drink. The prologue of the war continues to be written in his eyes.
In this way, day after day, the splendid days of the past reflect the deep feelings of this place!
It seems that seven days have passed, and the war is still going on. The splendid time will surely come to an end. At least in this world, it will be a long time before the glorious post-autumn time comes again.
The days were passing by in the hands, and the war outside the city seemed to show no sign of stopping, and Yu Zun had no intention of taking action.
Until one day, there were bursts of explosions in the city, and the broken stone walls were penetrated by a large amount of strong gunpowder. Yu Zun stood in an alley, looking at the battle outside the city.
Between his brows, there was gradually a bit of evil spirit, and eventually it would no longer be a time of chaos. Ling, who was standing behind him, still followed him silently.
At this time, a scholar in white clothes appeared in the bustling alley at some unknown time. In his palm, there was a folding fan. What was depicted on the folding fan was a picture of mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. He looked leisurely and at ease. It is more like a gentle breeze, quietly blowing through the bustling city and alleys.
The scholar in white clothes walking on the long street is more like an image. He appears for a moment and then disappears. With such frequency, he has walked through the small and large paths in the city in a short time.
When he passed by the small wooden house, the smile in his eyes became brighter and brighter. He seemed to know that Yu Zun had stayed here.
And the scholar in white is still the thin and lonely young man.
Nian is well known to Yu Zun.
But, where did the scholar in white go recently? This is a curious thing!
The breeze has been refreshing for a good autumn. Everything in the past has once again been placed on Yu Zun's shoulders. He will once again bear a heavy burden on the road. It is these burdens that make him grow at an extremely fast rate. In the eyes of others, this is , it was originally a miracle!
The tattered wooden door opened and closed, and the clear aroma of the strong wine in the wine pot floated out from the wooden house. The scholar in white inserted the sword in his hand deeply into the soil. The earth seemed to be injured by this sharp blade, so at that moment, the earth trembled slightly.
As a result, a tremor of the earth could be felt in the wooden house, which showed the profound inner strength of the scholar in white.
The whole place trembled, but Yu Zun's frowning eyebrows relaxed. He had practiced martial arts to his level and could feel the breath of the other party.
Most warriors have their own unique Qi, and using Qi to distinguish others is also a characteristic of those who are skilled in martial arts!
However, he never thought that the scholar in white, whom he had not seen for a long time, would appear in this world at this time.
Sometimes, Yu Zun would also think in his heart that the scholar in white who lost the immortal might be as miserable as himself!
However, what should have gone has already gone far. Even if it occasionally appears in my mind, it is already an irreparable regret.
Who would be like Yu Zun, silently waiting for his sweetheart to appear in the misty rain? The future is dim, but the longing is still burning.
Or, in the daytime, the gentle wind blows, or in the dark night with dim lights, a glimmer of hope slowly floats out.
It was a trivial thought, but he believed in it devoutly. Perhaps, even if he never saw her again throughout his life, there would still be a kind of extravagant hope deep in his heart!
Yu Zun walked out of the door and said happily: "When did you come back?"
The scholar in white laughed loudly and said, "I'll come back when I want!"
The scholar standing with his hands behind his back is so free and easy.
Yu Zun frowned and sighed: "Now that the war is going on, you are afraid of getting involved in this dispute if you come back at this time!"
The scholar in white said with a relaxed expression: "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly!"
Hearing this, Yu Zun also smiled, "You are still you, and I am still me!"
The scholar in white responded with a smile: "Are you ready? Yu Zun!"
The conversation became deep, and even contained a hint of extreme coldness. The meaning of killing would be reinterpreted at this time. The knife in his hand was breathing softly, and there was a bloody light on the blade, as if it was holding a drop of blood. There are snowbirds flying quietly in the sky. Above the thick clouds, there is a lonely full moon. The scattered moonlight spreads on the earth like a thick quilt.
Yu Zun smiled and said: "It seems that the knife in my hand does not allow me to retreat!"
He wielded the full-moon scimitar, and the sharp blade reflected his resolute eyebrows. Especially those scarlet blood pupils are so vivid!
"The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows the grass and you can see the cattle and sheep!"
Yu Zun recited poems from old times, with an open-minded smile on his face. He walked step by step outside the city. Behind him, stood a young man in a white robe and a beautiful girl. The two of them There is a clear smile on all the faces.
The scholar in white shrugged, glanced at the girl gently, and said: "Since he decided to participate, then we..."
Ling's face was covered with cold white frost. She lightly opened her red lips and said, "Kill!"
There is no clearer word than the word "kill!". Then, Ling Fuchen left, her toes tapped the ground, and her body became more like a lonely tiger, floating dozens of miles above the clouds.
The scholar in white smiled and shook his head, and then disappeared into the vast darkness. His movement skills were rare. He only flickered briefly before disappearing under the calm night sky.
Outside the city, there are drums and horns. After entering this world, even the vaguest consciousness becomes clear here. There are pieces of angry anger in his throat
Fire, the earth, a prairie fire, this is no longer like the human world. There is soil stained red with blood everywhere, and there are flags falling in the wind. Countless people fell in a pool of blood, and countless people were unable to close those difficult-to-reach eyes. Eyes closed.
When the three of them stood in this bloody land, even though they had all experienced scenes of bloody conquests, they were also shocked beyond words by this scene.
Life and death, how many reincarnations? In a daze, his eyes gradually became dim. His fingers never let go of the weapon in his hand, and he still held it tightly when he died. Every once in a while, you would see soldiers lying on the ground. They had either had their heads chopped off, or Their limbs are missing, they are dead, they are lying on the cold wilderness, even though I really want to go up and ask, are you... cold...
When looking into the deep sky, I also want to ask the sky, are you... cold...
It is cruel, it is cruel, it will be destroyed without any reason, so what is the regret? When I'm on the verge of death, I really want to ask the sky, "Is life supposed to be like this?"
In the dark night, what was boiling was not the tide, but the tide-like flow of people. They rushed over fearlessly. Life and death were in front of their eyes. It seemed like an ordinary trivial matter. They rushed forward again...and rushed forward again. Coming up...
They made countless charges, but were still repelled by the Hunshimo Demon's forces.
Standing in the cold wind, the Hunshimo Mo turned around and said with a smile: "Old bald donkey, God wants to destroy me!"
Li Yunsheng frowned and scolded: "If you want to die, just die alone!"
After that, Li Yunsheng swung his sword again, and blood spurted out on the headless corpse, but the green robe on Li Yunsheng's body was always so clean.
On the battlefield, troops are ordered in autumn. This soldier is not only a heroic soldier on the battlefield, but also a chilly one on this autumn night!
After being swept away by the autumn wind, the old parasol trees also shed pieces of withered autumn leaves. The leaves rotated quietly in the wind. They either fell into a quagmire, or were mixed with the grass blades stained with white frost in the morning. Mixed together.
The frost must have stung the fallen leaves. The fallen leaves trembled slightly in the wind, and finally fell into deathly silence...
Yu Zun shouted: "The devil in the world, Yu Zun is here!"
His body was like the wind, blowing across the muddy land. His killing methods were equally simple and equally powerful. The knife obeyed the will of God, and each cut was just right. He fell silently and then hurriedly pulled it out.
The knife was sharp, and Yu Zun's body was even more flexible. He was like a top, moving crazily through many enemy troops. The knife in his hand was weeping blood, and the knife trembled slightly in his hand. The knife drank the blood, and then Even more excited.
On the battlefield filled with evil spirits, countless souls were floating in the sky. For a while, Yu Zun looked at the sky indifferently. Those demon soldiers and generals were also looking at Yu Zun with eager eyes. Yu Zun smiled and shouted: "My clan Strong general, show up immediately!"
Following his sudden drink, more than tens of thousands of people poured out of the small world? If they stay in a peaceful world for a long time, they will inevitably be able to endure loneliness. Now, with Yu Zun's call, there was a hint of joy in their hearts.
Among them are ghosts emerging from the ghost springs, demon soldiers and generals stationed in the small world, and of course people who have been accepted by him, such as the palace master of the Twelve Palaces!
At the same time, a nebula appeared next to Yu Zun. From the moment the nebula appeared, the enemy troops surrounding him evaporated in an instant. No wails of pain could be heard, just in that hasty moment. , disappeared into the silent air.
The nebula surrounds Yu Zun's body. This nebula has been tempered by the Cangwu Qi and given strong energy by the Cangwu Qi. At this time, the nebula blooms, and the vast energy surges like a sea!
The originally restrained murderous intent was unleashed at this moment. The wind was choking, the rain was weeping, and this world had become a purgatory on earth!
kill!
kill!
kill!
The murderous intention surging in his heart was caused by the wind and waves rolling up in the sea, and the earth was covered by a cloud of sand and dust. When the sky was dark, only the bloody light flickered quietly in front of his eyes. This is like a thirsty traveler facing a puddle of water
In the stagnant water, there is only a vague hope left, but it is grafted at the beginning of death!
Should I drink this water? So, will anyone trust this scarlet blood? Will it guide itself?
What is the meaning of killing? Is it possible to practice day after day just to wait for the moment of death? Can you struggle? Or, imitate the hypocritical Creator? Randomly weighing other people's lives and deaths? Or could it be said that it is to eliminate violence and bring peace to society?
After all, among the knights who are stained with blood, there will always be people who die in vain!
The nebula slowly spread out, and countless people were involved in this killing storm. The nebula slowly rose to a high place, and at the end of Xuantian, it was also strangling the devil standing in the sky.
Li Yunsheng looked horrified and said, "This boy really lives up to our expectations!"
In the eyes of the Hunshimo, there was a playful smile, "Maybe he really is the one who rewrote history!"
Followed by a burst of heroic smile...
The emperor, who had come from afar, was standing on the top of a mountain, looking at the world from afar. His calm eyes also unconsciously showed a playful smile.
And after crossing the snowfield, the woman who was hurriedly walking was at a high place, the light in her eyes was gorgeous and wonderful, and she murmured to herself: "Did that person appear?"
Then, his body swayed and he was already a hundred miles away. The road was long and life was long. The old man in the library is now standing in the wilderness of the North, with a deep smile in his eyes, sharp and brilliant.
And the naughty boy by the well suddenly transformed into a graceful and beautiful woman, with a charming appearance that was touching!
The headmaster of Mo Yumen, Wentian, who was in the palace, looked into the distance with a wistful expression, while most of the disciples of Mo Yumen who were kneeling on the ground had a hint of horror in their eyes.
Wentian slammed the table and scolded: "Everyone, get out of here! Get out of here!"
The old Wentian was hunched over and almost in a state of death, but his old eyes were still sparkling. Wentian, who was lowering his head in thought, and his bright pupils gradually fell into a state of misery.
At some point, there was one person missing in the palace, but it was only one person missing...
The vast snowfield is covered with heavy snow all year round, but the empty snowfield is even quieter than usual. Everything that can make people restless seems to have disappeared...
Several people were running through the endless night. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was blowing wilder and wilder. The wind was blowing under their feet. Their faces were wrapped in a blanket of plain snow, and their eyebrows were as white as snow. They seemed to be people in their twilight years!
The rain is boiling in the wind. In late autumn, the thoughts hanging on the branches are about to fall, and then I hear a sound, "Crack!"
The raindrops fell on the ground and stirred up a cloud of wind and dust. At some point, the demons that rushed from the snowfield were no longer thousands of miles away from the city of Mo'en.
Outside Mo'en City, the battle became more and more fierce. Yu Zun was surrounded by countless people. They were all Yu Zun's men. Yu Zun shouted: "You guys disperse!"
But these men and horses still surrounded him in the center, and no one seemed to hear his order. Yu Zun frowned, sighed secretly, and murmured to himself: "I don't know if calling them here is a good thing. It’s still a bad thing!”
The dull voice squeezed out one word, "Fantasy!"
He disappeared among everyone in an instant. He preferred a heart-warming battle. He put away the nebula and walked alone among the army. The knife in his hand rose and fell, but it was also the most direct, simple and cruel battle. Way!
Blood is like a bloody rose, blooming quietly in the wilderness. The enemy army, whose phalanx was torn apart by swords, was in chaos!
The high-spirited war horses neighed, but the man on the horse fell into a pool of blood. The battle will not stop in a short time. The current war is still being fought against a group of the weakest enemies!
When the middle-aged scholar Qin Mo appeared, soldiers and horses dispatched from Mo Yumen also rushed over.
Qin Mo frowned. He didn't want to face this battle. He had only one purpose, and that was to protect Yu Zun.
Anping!
The blood is boiling in the wind, and there is a vague roar in the throat. It is purgatory on earth, and it is also the world closest to heaven!
The tip of the knife was stained with blood, releasing the anger in his heart. Yu Zun's body was more like a top. Later, the top gradually turned into a storm.
It's a tornado, sweeping across the entire battlefield...
Countless people died in the wailing sounds, and at the same time, many people died in the wind and rain of swords without even leaving a roar.
Yu Zun's brothers are both demons and ghosts. They kill people invisible and their methods are extremely cruel!
Those who died in their hands not only faced the fear of death, but also tasted the source of pain. Therefore, most of the enemy soldiers on the battlefield walked with them on their backs, for fear of dying in their hands.
Yu Zun sighed: "If it wasn't driven by desire, you wouldn't have ended up like this!"
Then, he rushed into the battlefield again, like a storm, brutally killing the enemies who had evil intentions against him.
When the monarch in green robes appeared, the demon laughed loudly and said, "My dear brother, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
This monarch is also the emperor of the DPRK who received the letter from the Demon of Incarnation!
The person who came was wearing a plain robe, and there was a smile in his eyes. He said, "Eldest brother! Long time no see. Changliao is really thinking about my eldest brother!"
The Hunshimo sighed and said, "Brother Xian, my eldest brother didn't buy any food or drinks when I came here this time. I hope you can forgive me!"
Chang Liao smiled and said, "What did you say, elder brother? Chang Liao came here just to help my brother. Now that the war is going on, how can we talk about a glass of wine?"
There was a smile in Hunshimo Mo's eyes, and he shouted loudly, "In that case, eldest brother, you're welcome, dear brother, follow me!"
When Changliao came, there were no soldiers and horses behind him, but the moment he appeared, there seemed to be thousands of troops and horses behind him. What he cultivated was the imperial capital! And this imperial capital can contain thousands of troops and horses. It's no wonder that when he appears, it seems that thousands of troops and horses are following behind him. In fact, it is a kind of momentum!
But this kind of momentum will turn into a killing force on the battlefield. When he opens his thin lips, he will kill people without any trace. Since Changliao rushed into the battlefield, the situation on the battlefield has changed. His Behind him, thousands of troops and horses galloped, and between his eyes, there were thousands of swords!
Killing invisible probably refers to Changliao! In the mud, my brilliant youth blooms; in the stench, I release my pure youth! I am a lotus flower, and I am also a gentleman! I am Changliao, and I am also the emperor of the ages!
At this time, among the enemy troops, there was also a person who was good at fighting and appeared on the front line. This person was carrying the power of blue thunder and rushed into the battlefield. The green thunder was rolling on his body, and it seemed that he was wrapped by green dragons. The battle became more and more fierce. At that time, there were few opponents!
On the other hand, Yu Zun was already caught up in the intense fighting. He killed thousands of troops, and the number of enemies who died in his hands could no longer be measured in numbers.
But among the enemy troops, the man wrapped in green thunderbolts happened to be running towards Yu Zun.
The Hunshimo frowned and shouted: "Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of my way!"
However, they were all indifferent. They had already taken the matter of life and death lightly. On the contrary, more and more people were blocking them, like a wall, blocking their eyes.
At the same time, the war on Li Yunshan's side was already in an anxious state.
Cruel killings, with the white frost in the sky, suddenly descending into the world, murderous intentions gradually become apparent, and the war becomes anxious!
Chang Liao shouted: "Eldest brother, Chang Liao go forward!"
The Hunshimo sighed secretly: "I can only rely on you, my dear brother!"
But in the darkness, one person was already one step ahead. This person was Qin Mo. The sharp sword in his palm instantly transformed into thousands. The cold blade seemed to be entangled by thousands of ghosts. The power of this sword, But it is already difficult for thousands of people to defeat him!
Qin Mo's face was solemn, and his body movements were ethereal and agile. He didn't know when he had already killed the enemy, and the man wearing the green thunderbolt had the blade in his hand so close that he was extremely powerful!
The strong wind is against the trend and the swords are flowing. This is destined to be a bloody night! It's a dark night of life and death...
