The arrow was broken, the bow was broken, and the arms of Dongluo drooped slightly.

As soon as the sweat on his face appeared, it condensed into ice crystals and fell to the ground.

Dongluo's eyes were a little dazed, and the knives around him were falling and falling, as if he had returned to the helplessness of the Far North battlefield.

However, at that time, he had Chen Baxian and Li Mu by his side.

Now, he has only himself.

Dongluo silently took out the special Pu knife of the Great Perimeter Army that followed him all the way from Weicheng.

Wiped it on the sleeve.

Pu knife, also known as Taiping knife. And because the simple knife needs to be used with both hands, it is also known as the "two-handed belt". It is a saber specially made by the Great Perimeter Army to defend the peace of the world.

A single knife looks at the hand, a double knife looks away, and a big knife looks at the fixed hand.

The use of the simple knife, from the starting style, you can see the advantages and disadvantages of one person's knife technique.

Dongluo stood alone in the corridor holding a knife in both hands, his knees slightly bent, the tip of the knife facing the sky, and the blade facing the enemy.

The name of the knife style, set me.

The people of the Snow Clan, old and young, retreated again and again, bypassing Dongluo's side and hiding in the living room.

When passing through the winter fall, most of them were silent, and did not face the anxiety, pain and panic of the imminent extinction of the clan.

Some are just silent.

Only a few children or old people who are familiar with Dongluo have their lips lightly opened and lived.

Dongluo smiled bitterly in his heart, it was really difficult to live.

No matter how difficult it is, you still have to give it a try, aren't you? not afraid of 10,000, just in case, in case you are the one!

Time passed minute by minute, the knife-wielding boy was silent and did not hesitate to start a sprint, three steps later, the left foot suddenly exerted force, the whole person jumped high, and finally the right foot stepped on the beam on the side of the corridor, after the rapid ejection turn, the young man raised his hands high towards the first enemy who rushed to him, showing the knife in his hand.

The young man at this moment, looking up, looked up like an eagle hunting in the Guangmao grassland in the extreme north of Weicheng.

......

Chen Batian seemed to have changed as a person, and as if he hadn't changed, he just walked towards Xue Nianci step by step in silence.

It's slow, it's easy, it's casual. It's like a farmer inspecting his field.

Hua Qingyun raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and with a thought, he recalled the wooden sword in the distance and held it in his hand.

The wooden sword trembled slightly, and its voice was crisp.

Like a great enemy.

Chen Batian stopped at a distance of ten steps away from Hua Qingyun and hugged his fist slightly at Hua Qingyun.

A hundred years ago, the younger generation traveled with his brother to the rivers and lakes, and he was fortunate to see the fairy style of his predecessors in the Nanyue Country. ”

Chen Batian is full of etiquette.

It seems that he regards this fight as the last farewell to the rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes are in the rivers and lakes!

Hua Qingyun was slightly stunned, and also hugged his fists and saluted back, "Chen Daxia is too famous." ”

Chen Batian shook his head, there seemed to be some nostalgia in his expression, "The predecessors entered the Shenqiao with their prime-age bodies, overwhelmed the rivers and lakes of more than a dozen countries in southern Xinjiang, and fought with the older generation of rivers and lakes, and they deserved the posture of immortals. ”

Hua Qingyun smiled slightly, thinking that a hundred years had passed, when he was young and vigorous, when he first entered the Shenqiao, and the older generation of rivers and lakes leader Jiang Liutian made an appointment to fight against the tail lake, he had already died in the rivers and lakes with the sparkling water shadow of the lake.

I didn't expect anyone to remember.

And this man is strong.

This is good.

Chen Batian clenched his fists again, "Offended." ”

Chen Batian's figure disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the old man Hua Qingyun.

Punch out, close punch.

With a scream, the wooden sword snapped. The old man Hua Qingyun, dressed in white, fell out of the corridor like a kite with a broken string.

I don't know if I live or die.

Chen Batian shook his head, not that he looked down on Hua Qingyun.

It's just that I'm lamenting that the person I even longed for back then is now so vulnerable in front of me.

It's just a change of heart.

Chen Batian walked forward slowly.

Xue Nianci blocked Xue Yuxin behind her and looked at Chen Batian coldly.

Chen Batian's footsteps did not stop, "You have a good brother, I won't kill you today, I'll give you a chance to avenge him." But you remember that you only get one chance. When do you think you're going to kill me, come to me. If you can't kill me, then I'll kill you, and don't blame me. This is the rivers and lakes. ”

Chen Batian paused slightly, "You don't have to worry about not finding me, presumably at that time, my Chen Batian's name, whether it was the rivers and lakes, or the temple, or the cultivator on the high mountain, everyone knew it." ”

After Chen Batian said this, without waiting for Xue Nianci to answer, he stepped lightly on his toes, and slammed his fist into the back of the heart of a knife-wielding young man in front of him.

The young man with the knife turned suddenly, with the tip of his left foot as the support point, and the knife was drawn with his right hand, the cold light flashed, the knife flipped over, and a snow-white light brighter than the sun appeared in the corridor.

Chen Batian came to the top with a crushing momentum, and smashed a punch on the blade of the Pu knife, and the back of the hand was only cut by a white mark from the sharp edge, but the Pu knife had already rolled the edge.

After Chen Batian's feet hit the ground suddenly, he continued to rush forward, pushing the knife-wielding boy to retreat backwards, Chen Batian immediately stretched out a palm lightly, seemingly slow and calm, but in fact, lightning pushed the young man's forehead, and the knife-wielding boy slammed into the courtyard wall behind him.

The courtyard wall collapsed with a bang.

The sword-wielding young man's body was shaky, and his blood-soaked eyes narrowed slightly, "Chen ...... Chen Batian, I'll fuck your mother......"

Chen Batian's middle finger lightly touched the eyebrows of the knife-wielding boy, and the knife-wielding boy couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Dahei, who was fighting in the crowd, hurriedly loosened his mouth, let go of the enemy in his mouth, and rushed towards the knife-wielding boy with red eyes.

However, there are too many enemies around, and if you trap it in the middle, you can only do it in a hurry.

Chen Batian condescendingly said to Dongluo: "You...... You should call me uncle. ”

Dongluo, whose face was gloomy, moved his throat slightly, and snorted at Chen Batian.

Chen Batian stepped on Dongluo's chest with one foot and gently crushed it.

The fiery red soft armor hidden under the winter clothes was trampled on, and kept seeping into the flesh. Countless pieces of blood were absorbed by the fiery red soft armor.

"Fifteen years ago, since you first appeared in front of Chen Baxian, I have been paying attention to you. watched you grow up little by little, and watched you practice knife archery, boxing and walking piles over and over again in the Weicheng military camp in order to survive. ”

"Watching you kill someone for the first time on the North Plains, I threw up for days in a row. ”

"Look at the joy you felt when you caught fish and shrimp for the first time by the Weishui water. ”

"Look at your ......"

......

......

"I watched you bury Chen Batian with your own hands. ”

"Looking out of Weicheng, walk to Luoyang City step by step, and bring what Chen Batian left in your body to me. ”

Chen Batian squatted down and gently pressed his left hand on Dongluo's heart, "Don't look at me with such angry eyes, you know better than anyone how Chen Ba died first." I calculated him, I removed him from the Chen family tree, so that he could not return home. But I didn't kill him. After all, he died because of you. ”

Dongluo looked at Chen Batian angrily, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, but only a little blood foam spit out.

Chen Batian's left hand slowly left Dongluo's heart, and an earthy yellow aura was slowly withdrawn.

As the earthy yellow breath left his body, Dongluo trembled all over, and the twelve canons, endless ice crystals between many acupuncture points suddenly appeared.

With the winter fall as the center, the temperature plummeted, and the land of the Snow Clan was frozen instantly, and the battle stopped instantly.

The raised knife, the blood spilled, the spiritual weapon flying in the air, the pale face but the fingers thrown at the depicted Xue Nianci, the anxious big black, the Snow Clan who hid in the living room and looked out along the crack in the door.

All of them are like ice sculptures, momentarily still.

Only Dongluo was still enduring the pain, twitching slightly.

Chen Batian's left hand was raised little by little, and the earthy yellow breath was stretched longer and longer, and he was about to leave his body.

"If it weren't for you, maybe the battle between me and Chen Baxian had just begun. Your appearance not only slowed down his return to Luoyang, but also made him never come back. It stands to reason that I should thank you, but you also made the rest of my life very boring. ”

"I didn't do anything to you when I was in Weicheng, and I didn't do it when I was in Luoyang, even if you calculated my Chen clan, even if I saw your plan clearly, I didn't do anything to you. Not only did I not tell the Chen, but I pretended not to know anything, and I also attracted the attention of the people for you, so that they had no time to pay attention to the turbulence of the market. So that your plan can be completed perfectly, shouldn't you also thank your uncle? ”

"To be honest, if this true dragon qi is not the last in the world. Maybe I still won't choose to do it to you. Believe it or not, it's true. ”

"Calculate, calculate, I knew that Chen Baxian would inject such a precious true dragon qi into your body in order to renew your life. Then I tried to make people fight half to death. Perhaps, I am still good brothers with him, together with the golden iron horse, traveling the rivers and lakes together, drinking wine and eating meat together. ”

Chen Batian may have rarely said so many words at one time, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

Talking and talking, maybe it's tired. I didn't want to say any more.

The consciousness of Dongluo is getting weaker and weaker. A sense of checkmate hit again.

Inexplicable and absurd.

Yes, it's inexplicable and absurd.

It's as absurd as fifteen years ago when he inexplicably woke up on a three-year-old boy who was carried on his back by a big black dog and ran away in a hurry.

A tear gently slid down Dongluo's left eye.

Piping hot, piping hot.

There are some regrets, some reluctance, and some expectations.

Maybe it will be like a dream, fall asleep in this world, and then wake up in another world!

Who knows!

......

There are two big mountains outside Luoyang City, and on the top of one big mountain, a monk sits opposite each other.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was a little anxious, sometimes looking at the sky and sometimes looking at the ground.

Then get up and paced.

The monks closed their eyes, folded their hands, and chanted the Dharma incessantly.

In the end, the monk seemed to be disturbed by the Taoist pacing, opened his eyes and chuckled: "Yi Luo, the poor monk sees that your heart is so uncertain, do you want the poor monk to pass on a method of nourishing your qi!"

The middle-aged Taoist kicked a small pebble under his feet down the mountain, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, then ask the master to pass on the Amitabha Sutra to the Tao!"

The corners of the monk's mouth twitched, and he skipped the topic directly and said: "The dragon gate has appeared, we can only see the next road, and we must not be contaminated in the slightest." Don't forget, you were slapped out of Luoyang City by Zhou Tianzi. Next time, it may be a slap to death. ”

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Luoyang City in the distance, snorted coldly, and sat down next to the monk in a huff.

The monk looked up at the sky, and there was nothing but white clouds.

As I said, it's yours, and no one can take it. It's not yours, the poor monk will fight for you for this good world.

......

A tragic "fight" in the Great Zhou Tiangong has ended, and Zhou Tianzi, who has a blue nose and swollen face, is lying on his back in the center of the main hall.

With a look of resentment, he looked at the two people who were sitting on the side and drinking happily, and shouted outside the hall: "Chu Qingqiu, go and deal with the affairs of the Snow Clan for me, it's annoying to look at it." ”