It was past noon, the sun was shining, and the air pressure in the Six Courtyards Pavilion was slightly low.

After recovering a little strength, he was dragged home by Baixiu. Make it look like this to see my wife...... Wen Renran could only stand up to Chu Junyi's concerned gaze and stubbornly said nothing.

In the inner room, while carefully applying medicine and re-bandaging the wound, while looking at Wen Renran's worried face, Chu Junyi felt sorry and funny, and asked, "I don't dare to speak, I'm so terrible?"

"How so? I'm just thinking about how I can tell you exactly what happened recently. The white gauze bandage on his chest was a little tight, and Wen Renran still looked up a little uncomfortably and replied.

There was a slight hint of a smile in his eyes, and Chu Junyi said: "Perhaps, I may have gotten used to you returning with an injury every time." ”

"Actually, it's only been four or five times in decades......"

Halfway through the words, Wen Renran swallowed it himself, and then pulled Chu Junyi to sit down along the edge of the bed as if giving up, put his head close to his ear, and said lightly in one breath: "Anyway, probably there is something wrong with my sister's identity, and I have no choice but to have a fair sword duel with her." But both of us have our hands on it, so it's not life-threatening at all, so you don't have to worry too much. ”

"What is Ji Wu's identity?"

"Hmm, the Demon Buddha Maiden ......"

In the current situation, Wen Renran did not intend to hide it from Chu Junyi. After all, if you want to solve the problem between the three bodies, it must not be enough to find a solution by Wen Renran alone.

Quietly listening to Wen Renran's words clearly, he grasped the key point with Chu Junyi's exquisite thoughts. It's just that the extreme opposition between Bo Xun and the right path of suffering will never be dissolved by words.

"It's a big problem. ”

"Just don't blame me for being troublesome. ”

"Why?"

Half-pillowing Wen Renran's intact right shoulder, Chu Junyi said, "The Demon Buddha Girl is not familiar with it, but the words and deeds of the Guanji girl are not bandits. If there is a chance to eliminate the incomprehensible scourge of the waves, and to restore the freedom of Miss Ji, it is the best. ”

"You're not angry?"

Chu Junyi asked a little inexplicably: "You just expect me to be angry, and then quarrel with you once?"

"Eh, speaking of which, we rarely even have disputes, and the probability of quarrels is even ...... at night."

"Fasting!"

There were only two people in the room on the left and right, and Wen Renran was not embarrassed, so he leaned closer to Chu Junyi's reddened and slightly hot cheeks, and laughed softly: "Don't even let people say a word of meat, Junyi, you are really domineering." ”

"Well, yes, but there is a very important matter, if you don't let me say it, I will regret it later. ”

"What's the matter?"

Chu Junyi blinked and said, "My daughter is coming back soon." ”

"Huh?!"

As if he was hallucinating, Wen Renran didn't react for a while, and was stunned for a long time before he straightened the two of them in disbelief, stared at Chu Junyi and solemnly confirmed: "Our daughter is going home?"

"Well, Jin Bazhen passed the letter, presumably it can't be wrong. Lian Yun said that as long as Xiuxin does not act rashly, he should be fine if he wants to live in a difficult situation like ordinary people. ”

"That's great. ”

Chu Junyi said: "By the way, Tianji brought a letter to the Sixth Pavilion Pavilion yesterday, and he will have a life-and-death battle with Yan Xi Bingxie at dusk today." ”

"Heavenly taboo...... It's not long before dusk, and it's too late to go now. Moreover, there is no reason for this xenophobic person to interfere, and whoever lives and dies can only resign himself to fate. ”

Now that his mind is full of his own daughters, and he has nine days of shock, Wen Renran didn't even have the mind to take care of the heavens, and asked in a distraught manner: "Wife, when will Xiuxin go home?"

"Half a year later. ”

"Half a year, ......"

Extremely happy, he hugged Chu Junyi, and when he heard this, he didn't care if the chest injury was a little painful, and asked excitedly: "Then shouldn't I take the time to go to the Lost Valley, so as to save Mu Shaoai from being shot while lying down?"

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The sunset is half-shining, the cold wind is blowing, and above the old site of the old clan, the yellow paper of the memorial is floating in the sky. The scorched place of death, the endless plain, the sword and sword that came and went step by step.

Light and shadow, blood and flesh, instantly appeared in the minds of the two. The past of extermination, in the days of throwing out paper money, at the same time clear in the heart, even more insistent killing intent.

"How, do you feel the wailing of your relatives in this sad wind?"

The eyes of the beast under the cloak looked at each other, Tianji looked at the opponent, the light in his eyes was clear, and he spit out the name and surname of the mortal enemy: "Yan Xi Bingxie." ”

"Yes, dear enemy, the meaning of your and mine's existence is at this moment!"

After killing Long Kuihai that day, although the persuasion of Cold Moon Cicada and Rong Yi was attentive and maverick, they were unwilling to make any compromises.

Extreme love and hatred, similar but different.

Relatives are generally important to the two, but after a fateful slaughter, the path of life has come to such opposites.

The natural temperament has no intention of discerning the end, and only puts the love into the demon knife in the palm of his hand.

Yan Xi Bingxie looked around, spread his hands evenly and said with emotion: "The wasteland of black smoke, the blank snowfield, you and I are like shadow and light, and we can never coexist. ”

"Then pay the penalty for the iniquity you have created. ”

The blade flames flowed, and the flames laughed wildly: "Hahaha...... Jealousy, the meaning of your life is only to experience the thrill of life and death!"

The fierce wind blows the dark paper like a torrential rain, which means that the final sword clash is about to begin.

The unloaded Nine Heavens Shock, the inverted Qianfei Famous Sword, pulled the number of wins between the two sides to five or five, but Tianji's face did not see the anger and fear that he had before, only the hatred was hidden deeply: "The sword should not die, my people should not die, let's take out the sword." ”

"Before you die, a final piece of advice, you will regret not having to go through the Nine Days. ”

"Heart!"

The moment the battle began, the demon fire burned to illuminate the abandoned land, and the extreme laughter of the Yan Xi soldiers was overflowing with the ultimate killing intent, and the male and male scorched the flames radiated the four fields, and the flame demon knife was taken out of his hand to take the chain of life.

The familiar evil knife entered the eyes, and Tianji held a thousand flying swords to disperse a thousand blades, and he hated the fire endlessly.

Scorched to death, empty plains, leaving only swords to fight.

There is no more distraction, no more obstacles, only a fierce battle of life and death. Black shadow and sunlight, spirit sword and demon fire, the moment they touched in mid-air, blood fell to the ground.

The sword mark and blood stains are left on the waist, the sword slashes the arm and burns the Zhu, regardless of the battle, and the flames and soldiers are even more extreme: "Beautiful eyes full of hatred, jealousy, hate, burn all your lives with hatred, otherwise you will forever be exiled to the world of failure!"

"A lot of words is just a sign of failure, Yan Xi Bingxie!"

Thousands of flying different ways and merging with the spirit sword, what Tianji has learned through the whole body, has been exerted to the limit at this moment.

Hearing the arrogant laughter of the Yan Xi soldiers, the demon fire burning all over the Eight Desolations entered the eyes, and the sky was jealous and the heart was heavy and quickly broke the demon water.

The impact of light and shadow, the incompatibility of fire and water, the sword battle with all their might, and the fight for death with full attention.

After a hundred moves, both of them were injured and stained with blood, arrogant soldiers, indifferent heavenly taboos, demon swords and spirit swords showed their abilities, and they still did not give in. But they know each other, and the next move is the end of the death.

Hate the fire and burn the heart, Tianji erects a sword to the sky, and moves the spirit sword to the extreme; And after the roar of rage, Yan Xi Bingxie skyrocketed to seek business.

The demon knife backhanded to the ground, and the flames were steaming all over the body, igniting a white light that covered a qiē, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the Sun Shadow Knife Flow, or the move of destroying the sun and destroying the stars.

The demon knife dyed with flames, at the moment when the dusk turned black, was killed in one place with the rainbow light covering the body and the heavenly jealousy that the aura urged to the peak.

The sound of Bingxie's wild laughter continued, the blade forced the chain of killing, and the endless fire seemed to be able to dry up everything, and there was no way for people to avoid it.

"Clansmen, Mother, Seek ...... in the Sword"

At this point in the battle, there is no room for retreat.

What about the injury, what about the blood, the blood marks of the fight and exchange cannot be counted, only the struggle of the will to survive continues.

The knife and the sword were sonorous and sonorous, but the soldier and the strong knife paused inexplicably for half a beat at the moment when Tianji spit out the word "mother".

It doesn't matter if it's Ziyan or the Cold Moon Cicada, even if it's Rongyi...... The fanatical and ruthless swordsman who has always been in battle is bound by family affection at this moment.

One beat behind is life and death, stunned by the sword that is one inch wrong, the half-suppressed sound of breaking into the ears, and then there is an irresistible darkness.

The heavenly taboo that was supported, the soldier who was hit hard, should have ended here.

However, the family was unwilling, and the clothes who walked out not far away approached the two, and the look of worry was not expressed: "Son, brother, ......"

“…… Rongyi?"