The wind and rain were sparse and cold, and above the glazed fairyland, a burst of dazzling red light suddenly appeared, and then the sword qi was flourishing, and the battle was noisy. The dull pain in his heart was unstoppable, and Chang Nanxing roared anxiously: "It's Ye Xiaochai!"

The sword intent was scattered, the grief and anger were mixed, and Ye Xiaochai's heart was in turmoil. ”

The ordinary bamboo sword is in hand, faintly revealing a bleak breath. With a clear face and a widow without smiling, Shu Zhuying said coldly: "Jin Xiaokai is more auspicious, you should not meet Ye Xiaochai, I can take a trip." ”

"I, I...... Alas......"

One slow step is the separation of life and death, never meet, casting an irreparable regret in this life. However, Changhe Nanxing is no longer the young master Jin of the past, and he will no longer be impulsive and reckless. For the sake of Ye Xiaochai and the others' safety, they had to endure the pain and stop and let the wind and rain stain themselves.

"Please, senior. ”

"I won't save Jin Xiaokai, I'm here to kill another person. ”

"Ah......h

"Where the bamboo shadow came from, you should have understood. ”

"Me!"

Is resentment to blame? The hatred of old friends, the countless innocent lives, how can a single word of hatred be spoken? Thousands of thoughts are all in one mind, but there is only a cone of self-blame that is difficult to shake away. Chang Nan Nan Xing was about to answer, but the figure of a swordsman with black ink had disappeared.

In the glazed fairyland, Ye Xiaochai, who was half a step late, watched Jin Xiaokai fall in a pool of blood, and could only suppress his chest and protect himself in front of the Celestial Maiden.

killed Jin Xiaokai, Banhuarong was not satisfied. However, in front of Ye Xiaochai, who was in turmoil and lost his square inch, it seemed that it would not be difficult to kill a woman who was powerless. The coquettish laughter was endless, and the rain that was clenched by the half-flowered face was red, still dripping the hot blood when it pierced Jin Xiaoxiao's happy groove, and asked strangely: "Ye Xiaochai, the way to defeat Xiaoxiao is to tell you, will you repay me like this?"

The voice fell, Banhua Rong didn't wait for Ye Xiaochai's action, took the opportunity of a distraction, lifted the hair that blocked the sight, shook the long sword in his hand, and immediately stabbed out, swift and incoherent, as if with a burst of bloody rain. Although it happened suddenly, Ye Xiaochai did not lose his alertness, and quickly swung the knife in front of him, blocking the sword with a blow.

However, thinking of Ye Xiaochai's return, Su Zhen must be not far from the glazed fairyland, Banhuarong did not intend to fight with Ye Xiaochai, after a false move, Qiu Ying raised waves like smoke, and the sword was quickly delivered, and the unstoppable blade bypassed Ye Xiaochai and stabbed straight at the pregnant goddess.

The sword of rain was as fast as a meteor, and Ye Xiaochai wanted to block it with his body, but at this moment, he stretched out a bamboo sword to protect the free goddess.

The bamboo sword shines in his eyes, relying on his own strength, and he does not retreat an inch to urge Yuan Gong, vowing to fight with one blow. However, the tip of the rain drifting red sword is in the center of the bamboo sword, but it seems to be the peak that is difficult to shake. It is not a strong infusion of male power, but it is just a strange sword intent, and it is difficult to advance against the rain.

The internal force struggled, the victory and defeat of the sword ended, and the half-flower snorted and retreated quickly. Shu Zhuying froze, and the bamboo sheath of the camouflage sword weapon was broken and scattered, revealing the sword body that had not been opened.

But seeing a bleak and beautiful ice blue moth light flashing on it, it quickly returned to mediocrity. The blood-stained ice moth that took away the divine blade was just a good sword with good material and difficult to damage. Shu Zhuying killed Zou Zongtian, but it was only because of the sword test Jianghu and the lack of a sufficiently commensurate blade. The ink clothes are thin, the person is cold and cold, the sparse bamboo shadow does not squint, does not look at Ye Xiaochai, but only looks at the half-flowered face, and the fighting intent is strong.

Failed to kill the Celestial Maiden, Banhua's eyes were cold, but the corners of her mouth were still filled with a weird smile: "Hehe, Frost Reflection Qingjie Shuzhu Shadow, why don't you go to find the Poor Eight Extremes Sword Fighter, what are you doing when you come to the Glass Fairyland?"

"Kill you. ”

"Kill me? huh...... Do you want to live or die with me here?"

Banhua Rong stopped when she heard this, laughed indifferently, and said lazily, "If you want to kill the evil god, you still need me to join forces with Yu Yun." If you want to kill me, will you really be willing to kill me?"

"Su really cooperates with you, I won't. Evil gods, but ghosts under the sword. ”

The calm words revealed the frost and coldness, and Banhuarong finally accepted the face and picked lightly: "Oh, it seems that you have to do it with me?"

"Today, you can't get out of the glass fairyland. ”

Shu Zhuying holds the sword and closes his eyes, breathing in harmony. The body of the sword is oblique to the ground, and the meaning on the sword seems to be slightly easy, it is really deep, the cloth shape is waiting for the air, and the form and spirit are the same.

"Hmm...... Then come on. ”

Yu Piaohong clenched it tightly in his hand, keenly aware of the strange sword breath on the opponent's sword, and knew that the enemy in front of him was invincible, and there was no possibility of life and separation.

The melancholy rain permeated the killing machine, and Banhua Rong was about to make a move, but under the cover of the strange sword intent, every gesture seemed to have been targeted. It's as if as long as you take out the sword, you will be defeated by the other party, and the constraints are unspeakable. The cold sweat on Banhuarong's forehead did not stop, and although the blood-stained ice moth did not show its edge, the chill on it was getting stronger and stronger, and it was oppressive in the heart. This chill was not born from the change of internal force and the blessing of the divine sword, but only because of the strength of the sword intent of the sword wielder himself.

With the spirit of inner reality and solid posture outside, Shu Zhuying raised his hand and raised his sword, and said coldly: "Today, I don't compare sword skills, I only ask about life and death on the sword." Do your best, one move!"

I knew that it was a matter of life and death. After sweating and sweating clothes, half of the flowers returned to his senses, he used his sword and killed with a soft voice, and tried his best to pay for life and death: "Drunk and crazy, the rain is red, and the blood is covered with autumn water!"

Swirling in the blood rain, the autumn water is long red. Half Huarong went all out, and the combined stunt came out with the sound, and the killing machine was awe-inspiring; The decisive move is to throw hands to each other, people are like arguing and spinning quickly, rolling rain into a curtain of blood, and the power is magnificent!

"Frost Wind and Cold Stain Window Flowers!"

The extreme move is to win or lose in life and death, and the posture of the blood-stained ice moth remains unchanged, but the person has changed his position in an instant. The bloodlight and blue rays converged for a moment, and the heaven-shattering sound sounded several times, intertwining dazzling electric fireworks. Recruiting people to stop, the rain is still red, but there is blood flowing down the sword body, witnessing the end of death. After a few breaths, clusters of desolate frost flower ice moths suddenly jumped up from the wound of the half-flower, flying and floating in the sky, poignant and beautiful.

The blood-stained white shirt spread from his chest, and Banhuarong suddenly let out a rampant sneer, "Hahahahaha...... Do you think I'm going to die like this at your hands?"

"I only came to kill you, what are you willing to do with me?"

In addition to keeping the sword in his heart, Shuzhu Shadow does not seem to have too many scruples, and he will not always have too many scruples about killing a bad guy who is not pleasing to the eye.

“…… yes, what does it have to do with you?"

Ignoring the cold eyes of others, Banhuarong suddenly showed a bitter smile, covering his chest and holding on to the last breath of true qi, and the person seemed to run out of the inner room frantically, brewing madness.

The wind and rain outside the glazed fairyland became more and more urgent, delaying the steps taken by Banhuarong with his life, destroying the last wish in his heart.

Electricity...... Always be accompanied by rain. But this time, can't you even do this? I obviously found traces of Xiaoxiao before, but unfortunately I missed the last glimpse of my life in order to kill a woman who was very jealous and hateful in my heart.

Persistently running towards the rain and wind, the bumpy figure finally weakened, half-flowered and half-kneeling, letting out a cold and permeating laughter. For the sake of a paranoid relationship, the friendship of wind and electricity has become a joke and a delusion; For an unrealizable dream, the ambition of the world's first hegemony has become empty talk!

"Rain always accompanies thunder and lightning!"

Do you regret and regret before you die? Banhua Rong is incomprehensible, just facing the direction of the rain and wind, pressing one palm on the heavenly spirit, and killing himself to the last of his life. With a twisted smile that will not give up until death, he is wrapped in the rain curtain in the dust, and goes against the trend to accompany the thunder.

The mortal enemy was dispersed with the wind and rain, the sky gradually cleared, and the Changhen Nanxing, who stayed in the wild, witnessed a qiē, but could only stop and be speechless. It's clear that Banhuarong is the murderer of his son, but for some reason it's hard to discern what kind of complicated feelings are churning in his heart. I wanted to meet and find another way to compensate for the debt of the father and son, but now it has come to naught. The South Star of the Yangtze River could not suppress his mourning, tears spilled his clothes, and he was overwhelmed with grief.

In this life, it is difficult to get together, and calamity always comes with happiness. Is it the heavenly cycle in which the wicked have their own evil retribution, or is it the punishment left by God to the Ye family? How many joys and sorrows, how many loves, hatreds, and hatreds, why regret always follows happiness, is this the ruthlessness of fate, or the sorrow of the rivers and lakes? Who knows, who knows......

ps1: Closing Xiaokai is also to collect half of the flowers, Bai Yun is too old and a good person, saving Shaoyun a few tragedies. The incarnation of Shuangying Qingjie Shuzhuying, the positioning of him is the attribute of happy rivers and lakes, and he is much more straightforward and decisive than Wen Renran.