The long street is bleak.

Lin Ji looked at the old monk's ordinary face and eyes, and suddenly remembered the amazing people he had met or felt in his life.

Whether it's a master, or a father. They all have a calm heart when they are strong.

Obviously, the old monk was also such a person at this time.

Today, it is a matter of course that there is an immortal mountain in the hands of the old monk, and there is a fairy mountain that is taken for granted, so it should be as calm and calm as the people who died on the long street.

But he couldn't do that.

Because of him, he was not reconciled.

Lin Ji stood on the snow street with his head down, blood kept flowing out from the holes in his body, and the blood clots that were frozen by the cold were washed away by new blood from time to time, looking very miserable.

He held the Feng Xiao Sword in one hand and covered his chest with the other. But he couldn't write a talisman, and he didn't have the strength to swing his sword, if it weren't for Feng Xiaojian supporting his body, maybe he might fall down again at any time.

He didn't look into the eyes of the old monk. Because as long as he made contact with the old monk's gaze, he could be injured again, and he could only look at the old monk's feet, and his gaze was humble to the dust under the snow.

He was covered in blood. Except for his own, most of them were the blood of ordinary Canghai people who had died at the hands of the old monk before, and he felt that these newly dyed blood was even hotter than his own blood.

Stirred by the blood of ordinary people, his blood was already hot, but what made him feel sad was that his body was cold, and his heart was also cold.

No matter how much unwillingness there is, it is also extinguished by the cold, frozen without any life, and naturally it is impossible to find any strength, only exhaustion and helplessness.

This is the Demon Suppression Array is Lin Ji's most powerful means at this time, but it has been proven at this time that he cannot defeat the old monk.

He looked at the old monk's feet, as if he had seen the dense corpses of ants under the soles of the old monk's shoes, these ants were the bravest and most fearless, but now they were all dead.

At this time, although the old monk seemed to be calm, his heart had already fluctuated.

Although the Canghai people who were the first to die on the snow street today did not change the outcome of this battle, the incredible scenes made him feel a little surprised.

It's not that I can't bear it, but I don't understand it.

In the city of Canghai, there were so many ordinary people who calmly welcomed death at the same time, which was beyond his expectations, or beyond his evaluation of ordinary people.

"Maybe there's something really special here. ”

The old monk looked at the old and weak women and children in front of him, looked at the faces without any fear in the wind and snow, and suddenly asked: "Can you be willing to die like an ant?"

The answer to his question was the old woman who thought she was struggling to hold the Canghai knife.

He walked to the crowd on crutches and said, "As long as you don't feel ashamed when you die, you will feel comfortable." ”

The old monk looked at the old woman and said, "What do you call it?"

The old woman said: "My surname is Liu, and the younger generations generally call me the second grandmother. I'm just a Canghai person, so you might as well call me a Canghai person. ”

"That's why so many people are vying to die. ”

The old monk looked at the corpses of the Canghai people scattered everywhere on the central street. Said thoughtfully.

"Naturally, we will not abandon the son of the world and abandon Canghai City. ”

The old woman's expression gradually became serious, and she said: "The Lin family has done their best for the prosperity of Canghai City, and they have died generously for the comfort of Canghai City. ”

The cold rain penetrated through the collar, taking away the temperature and bringing the sick. From time to time, soldiers fell from the city, and their companions did not have time to mourn, and then continued to fight desperately.

Hou Zhongxiao cut down a person who seemed to be reckless.

Then he slammed it down, confirming the name, the reckless man was dead.

The fighting on the city walls gradually subsided, and the offensive of this wave of coalition forces faded a little.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, panted and looked around, and then saw several familiar companions. fell on the wall.

But retreating did not mean that the battle was over, but in a few breaths they attacked again.

In an instant, he was pressed by several long knives of the Han people and knelt down on one knee, and the situation was extremely dangerous. He's struggling to hold on.

The next moment, a black shadow flew up from the side and smashed heavily on the bodies of the Han people.

The long knife is shiny. Scratch over the burning castle.

The black shadow fell to the ground, was stabbed twice in the chest, and was drenched in blood, and it looked like it was not alive.

Hou Zhongxiao recognized it as his close attendant.

He cried out in grief. The Canghai knife in his hand left the top of his head and slashed towards the opposite side.

At this moment, he didn't even think that the long knife on top of his head would cut himself in half.

He was lucky.

The besieging Han Chinese were killed by him. And he didn't die.

He was stabbed in the shoulder, and blood spilled out like milk wine in a ripped wine bag.

The most dangerous thing was that his helmet was knocked off by the enemy's knife.

The enemy's blade, after knocking off the helmet. He also cut his bun.

The black hair was draped over the shoulders and was a little messy.

He carried the heavy Canghai knife, with his wounds and anger all over his body, and resumed the fight. The general, who survived the snow valley, did not know how long the battle would last, but he knew that he would fight until death or victory.

There was a coughing sound from the other end of Snow Street, and the senior brother walked out.

His robes were already in tatters. In some places, the flowers are dyed red, and the red is like blood.

It's fresh and glamorous, and it's all moving.

Lin Ji stood in front of the Hou Mansion, also covered in blood. He held the Feng Xiao Sword. The blood condensed the hilt and palm of the sword.

The old woman's hand holding the cane trembled slightly, and her voice suddenly became excited.

He looked at the corpses of the people in the sea all over the street, and suddenly burst into tears, and then laughed again. looked at the old monk and shouted: "Canghai people, prepare to die!"

Then he raised his Canghai knife and prepared to smash it.

Ordinary people and non-ordinary people are all human beings, and they will turn to ashes after death, but when they are alive, after all, there is still a big difference, and the old man's knife naturally has no way to defeat this strongest person in the world now.

The people on Snow Street thought the old woman was dead, but in fact she was not. Because the old monk did nothing, he walked calmly past him.

The senior brother vaguely guessed Zhijing's intentions, and he actually wanted to crush the last pride of the Canghai people.

It's just ridiculous that the old monk doesn't know the Canghai people very well after all. The old woman walked on the edge of life and death, and was not confused by his ignorance, and began to doubt and even fear.

Instead, he turned around. began to scold, which was very ugly.

The old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, and then continued to walk towards Lin Ji.

The elder brother said, "That's not right. ”

The old monk stopped. Looking at the sky where snow kept falling, after a pause, he said thoughtfully: "Children only distinguish between right and wrong, and adults only look at winning and losing." ”

There was silence, and no one spoke, because no one could deny the old monk's words.

In the face of absolute strength, courage is appreciated, but there is no strength, and right and wrong never seem to matter before the strong.

The old woman was silent, the senior brother was silent, and Lin Ji didn't speak.

Ultimately. A voice broke the silence.

"No, you're wrong. For example, I'm here to die. "A man suddenly fell from the sky.

The voice was hoarse and dry, and it was supposed that he hadn't drunk water for a long time. And because the blood and water in the body are lost too much, it makes people feel a little harsh to hear.

The voice seemed very tired, even a little weak, but it revealed a very firm meaning, the so-called harshness was not similar to the sound of a sharp object rubbing against a mirror, but more like the sound of breaking a mirror.

As if he suddenly appeared out of thin air, he landed steadily in front of Lin Ji, in front of the ordinary Canghai people in front of Lin Ji, his body was also full of scars, it seemed that he was not much less than Lin Ji, but after all, he stood more stable than Lin Ji.

The old monk looked at the person in front of him and frowned, because he felt that although the person standing opposite him was a person, he felt as if he was not a person.

"Are you ......" Lin Ji looked at the person in front of him, pursed the corners of his mouth, and saw the scars on his body, and seemed to understand something.

"You killed Yu Yaozi?" Lin Ji asked with a long breath.

"Yes. ”

"That's congratulations. Lin Ji grinned slightly.