Under the entanglement between the two, the momentum on Mo Feng's side was even better, and his silver-white sword was like a bright star in the night sky, even if it was still daytime.

After Mo Feng won a move, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but quickly approached the direction of the young man, and at this time, the Xuanmo Eagle Falcon on the edge of the sky was already extremely close.

But how could the man in red let him go so easily, he raised his sword and chased after him.

The huge falcon had already reached the sky above the boy, and the ink seal was about to reach the boy's side, but on the other side, the man in red was also about to catch up with the ink seal.

The next moment, the man in red arrived at Mo Feng's side, and the sword in his hand cut out horizontally, but his target this time was not Mo Feng, but the boy.

The young man's current origin is still sealed, and he is powerless to fight back.

At the last moment, a majestic body blocked in front of the young man, and the next moment, blood splattered everywhere.

"Remember, as long as you are still here, the Mo family is not dead. Ink Seal's tone was weak, like a candle in the wind.

Mo Feng's hand held the young man's hand majestically and held it tightly.

The man in red looked awe-inspiring, and the long sword stabbed out, and a sword pierced the neck of the ink seal, and warm and viscous blood splattered on the young man's face.

The hand of the ink seal was sent like this, and a blood-stained jade jue young man's palm was on it.

He stared with amazement at the sword that pierced his father's neck, at his father's blood, at his own death.

The boy felt his heart throb and spasm, and something extremely important died in front of him, and he involuntarily covered his chest, squatted down a little, and then fell to the ground weakly.

The boy used all his strength and shouted hoarsely, "Daddy——!!!"

A cry of sorrow resounded through the wilderness, and there was a kind of pain that you watched your loved ones leave, but there was nothing you could do.

At the same time, a majestic momentum rushed out of the young man's body, shaking the man in red dozens of meters away.

Without saying a word, the boy climbed onto the falcon, and then the falcon fluttered its wings and took off.

The young man looked down at the man in red and said loudly: "Go and tell Xuanyuan Sheng'an that this matter is not over yet, and the 100,000 heroic spirits of the Mo family want him to come to the funeral, unless he has the ability to kill everyone in Kyushu." If I set foot in Shenzhou again, I will let the blood of the gods stain half of the sky, and I will let the blood of the Xuanyuan clan spill the gods, and in this life, I will never stop until death!"

Tongbei Pass, loess flying all over the sky.

As far as the eye can see, there is flying sand and desolate loess.

The crow streaked across the gray and yellow sky, and the dry old tree still stood strong on the loess, unyielding, but no one knew what its future would be.

Maybe that day disappeared silently, so many people in this world, in the corner where no one was watching, how many people disappeared quietly like that.

The last rays of the sunset were reflected on the earthen wall, because this is the junction of Shuozhou and Yanzhou, it is a border, and the soldiers who come and go are dressed in iron clothes, and the silver light is shining, which is even more murderous.

A teenager looked up at the remnant sun beyond the sky, and the day should have passed again.

The young man was dressed in ink-colored clothes and carried a simple and unpretentious long sword on his back, and he walked on the deserted path of Tongbei Pass, he did not know who he was.

Three years ago, he woke up in the middle of a mountain, and he only felt like a lonely ghost floating in the world for thousands of years, and it seemed like a long, long dream.

At that time, everyone in the villagers at the foot of the mountain regarded him as a freak, and a middle-aged couple who lost their son at an early age kindly took him in until the couple died in front of him a year ago.

He still vaguely remembered that there was a person who had been waiting for him, it was an extremely important person for him, she was a beautiful woman, and he had occasionally dreamed of some fragments over the years.

What kept coming back in his dreams was a woman's smile.

It was a cold snowy day, and behind the woman was a snowy and icy field, and she stood there, her pale blue skirt fluttering in the wind, and scattered snowflakes falling on her green silk.

And the woman's smile was bright, as if the ice crystals and ice flowers had melted in that meter of sunlight, leaving only her warm smile, as if all the troubles and sorrows in the world had disappeared after her smile.

But that smile is everything that the boy dreams of, the smile is very clear, but the woman's eyebrows are very blurred.

In the end, the boy heard the word "Monan" in the incoherent fragmentary dreams again and again, that should be his name, his name should be Monan.

He still couldn't remember who he was, the world was big, Kyushu was so wide, he was like the superfluous person out of thin air.

Mo Nan heard footsteps behind him, and he turned to see several burly men carrying large knives.

"Little brother, why are you alone?" one of the big men asked him with a smile, but the smile on his face was not too fake.

Mo Nan glanced at him, his eyes were cold and did not reply, he turned around and continued walking.

"Don't talk nonsense with him," another man's voice said, "just do it." ”

Mo Nan felt a cold wind behind him.

And after the person on the other side slashed out, it was as if he saw Mo Nan's blood splashed everywhere, and those of them who relied on plundering other people's money all day long had the favorite thing in their long lives was blood.

The man's smile suddenly froze, because the Mo Nan who was originally in front of him was long gone, he didn't even know when Mo Nan disappeared, and the next moment, he felt a chill on his neck.

A long sword had reached his neck, the silver-white blade still shimmering with silver, and the hand on the hilt had become a god of death that could decide his life and death.

Mo Nan drew his sword quickly, and the man felt warm blood spurting out of his neck, he didn't expect that he would die today, at the hands of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

The other people didn't see Mo Nan's sword clearly, they just saw an afterimage, and blood splattered in the next second.

The first person knew that they had encountered a hard stubble today, and waved his big hand and said, "Let's go together." ”

Several people rushed forward with swords, killing intent filled the sky, and in an instant, the sword light and sword shadow flickered in the gray and yellow air, blood flew sideways, Mo Nan was so fast that he couldn't see the sound clearly, and suddenly everything came to an abrupt end, and time seemed to freeze.

There were only two people still standing, and the rest had fallen sideways on the sand on the ground and became corpses.

Among the people standing, one is dressed in black, his eyes are indifferent, and he holds a sword in his hand, the blade of the sword is extremely sharp, and the blood on the blade is dripping on the ground, and the blade is clean as if there is no blood.

And the one on the other side, holding the big knife tightly in his hand, panting heavily, he looked at Mo Nan with a hellish expression, how could such a young man be so powerful, could it be some kind of old monster with a childish face?

Before he could think about it, Mo Nan raised his sword in one hand, and the man's blood fell.

Menan put his sword back into its scabbard, turned around and continued on the long road.

The sunset gradually sank, and Mo Nan's thin figure was very long under the sunset. ()

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