The rain continued and the battle continued.

The black and pressed circle-shaped sea of people under the Nanshan Mountain Road was forced to open the way by a sharp blade that burned on fire.

The corpses were lying in wait for several miles, and the gaps were all over the sword body. I don't know if it's the enemy or my own blood, soaked through the clothes. Young Master Jin, who was desperately killing, was like crawling out of a pool of blood, like a ghost. Behind him is the chasing soldier who shouts killing, and even though the sharp weapon in his hand is gradually losing its edge, the person is unstoppable!

After a momentary loss of strength, the past came to Young Master Jin's heart. The face was full of self-deprecating sneers, and the hearts of the people who were slashed and slashed through the cold. The fire is blazing and striking. One step at a time, kill in the dark, without knowing the direction.

Ye Xiaochai...... Do you know? The first hatred of Young Master Ben in his life is that he hates you and Xiao Zhuyingsheng and I abandon them, so that I can only sell my life to others and live like a dog......

was stabbed in the chest with a shot, Young Master Jin frowned, gritted his teeth, kicked the person out, pulled out the tip of the gun and raised the sword to fight again. The fire harvests human life, and I don't know how many. The corpses in his eyes were just meaningless numbers that fell in Young Master Jin's eyes at this moment. For the sake of protecting his biological father's life, the blood-stained person moved forward step by step, killing step by step, just saying word by word.

"Later, my mother saved my life, and Young Master Ben promised to forgive you. Young Master Ben doesn't want to be a turtle son, and you treat me well. This hatred can't be hated......"

Between the words, there seemed to be helplessness and resentment in his eyes, but the sword momentum in his hand did not stop for a moment. The people of the Ye family seem to be never tired, obviously covered in injuries and should have been exhausted, but Young Master Jin still holds the belief that he cannot give up and fights outward.

The jewels are charming and eye-catching, and I don't remember the love of the bamboo horse. In order to gain the favor of Emperor Wu, Baima Mingzhu saw that the soldiers of the Jijing Realm were seriously injured and wounded, and he couldn't help but twitch his old face, and shouted with a hideous face, and attacked it properly.

"This imperial concubine personally took your life!"

"The princess is old and yellow, and her skin is rough, which can be used to rub the bath. Which emperor is so blind, this kind of goods don't want to be sent to the young master!"

The pale Young Master Jin smiled lightly, without losing his pride. Knowing that the comer was a strong enemy, the fire in his hand suddenly turned, and he quickly met the enemy's move. Jinghua, who is destined for his life, seems to be burning out at the last moment of this life, and in an instant, the flames burn his body, the white horse pearl, and die!

The White Bone Staff struck through the body, in exchange for more serious injuries. Young Master Jin was already weak, but he still ignored it and moved forward bravely. Turning his head and glancing at Ye Xiaochai, he couldn't finish the words for ten days, weak but resolute: "Ha, father, let's continue what we just said." Later, Young Master Ben thought about it again, the rugged people bullied me like that, if I gave up hating you so lightly, Young Master Ben was still not happy in his heart! Alas...... I can't hate you and my mother, I can only hate myself for not learning art, otherwise I won't be used for so many years. Ye Xiaochai, are you right?"

There was no answer behind him, only a coarse gasp. The person who came again on the other side looked crazy, but his martial arts were the same as that of the old woman. At this moment of the battle, the blood is gradually empty, the strength is exhausted early, and the fight is the only remaining unyielding will.

The crazy Qiao Fei made a murderous and deadly move, and Young Master Jin hit several swords in a row, but finally stopped. The flames held up the love sword, and Young Master Jin, who was no longer able to continue, slammed his head into Qiao Fei's forehead with all his might. Raising his head again, the fire slashed at Qiao Fei's right shoulder.

"Ha, Ye Xiaochai, I even have such a master...... Both can be defeated. Give me enough time, even if it's you, Young Master Ben...... I'll show you ...... too."

The divine soldiers were overwhelmed by the battle for a long time, and the last sword fought hard against the madman, and the vitality was broken in two with the fire sword. The young master fought for his life, Qiao Fei flew out upside down, and landed on the side of the mountain road, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Rain, blood, tears, mixed together, blurred his eyes, and his strength gradually dissipated. However, the unyielding man still refused to fall, and murmured in a low voice.

"It's over...... Ye Xiaochai, you are more useful than Young Master Ben, you have to live...... It's a pity that you can't see the day I was stronger than you......"

The sword drawn with the backhand stops the person who is moving forward. Yangtian's hard work was poured on Ye Xiaochai's face, hot and scorching. It was obviously a burning bright red, but Ye Xiaochai in a coma suddenly felt the cold that was about to be lost.

I couldn't stop mourning in my heart, and the person fell to the ground, and the first thing I opened hazy was to face the fallen parent. Father and son, Ye Xiaochai instinctively stretched out his hands and hugged Young Master Jin, his body trembling all over. Face to face, the hair glued to the red of death brushed the faces of parents and children.

Blood blurred the face, the dazed man, the distracted eyes, the raised hand, wiped the dumb and tearful eyes......

"Those two hates can't be hated anymore...... In fact, what Young Master Ben is most afraid of is that he can't even die in your arms...... That's too bleak...... This thief is God, and he will treat this young master well. Finally, I ...... Don't hate ......."

"Ah......h

What kind of mood should it be, say the last hatred, what kind of reluctance should it be, covet the warmth of the arms of relatives. The hanging hands retain the memory of the world. The eyes are closed, and there is no resentment.

The person in his arms, the residual warmth is still there, and it is difficult to shout a warm father...... can't be recovered, can't catch it, Ye Xiaochai raised his head and asked the sky, and couldn't help but cry sadly. Grief and anger will be heartfelt, and the battered body bursts with unimaginable power. The heart sword is like a cháo like the sea, spreading outward from Ye Xiaochai. A heart sword is full of sorrow, what is the use of killing more enemies? Mixed with the rain, tears of sorrow fell from the corners of Ye Xiaochai's eyes, and it was difficult to continue his life......

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The end of the world is vast, and the wind is the soul of the four seas. The dust is gone, and the ashes are stained for half a lifetime. has the reputation of a sword maniac and a sword idiot, but he can't get rid of the fetters of birth, old age and death......

The white-haired swordsman who lost his mind for his son struggled to fight with a sense of grief and anger. refuses to let others damage the young master's body, and does not want to live up to his son's last wishes. Ye Xiaochai picked up the most ordinary sword, held the body that was gradually losing its temperature, and staggered out.

The heart sword has been used, and the seriously injured have reached the limit early. The teenager outside the circle watched a siege from the sidelines, and his mood was inexplicably complicated. Young Master Jin - father, Ye Xiaochai - grandfather. What kind of mood did you have to participate in this killing?

Is it hate? If it is hate, why doesn't Fang Cai do anything to Young Master Jin? If he doesn't hate, why does he take the initiative to ask the Martial Emperor to participate in this battle against the Lun? The ghost magic knife in his hand glowed with a strange green light, just like the entanglement of the young man's mind at the moment.

"Ha, ha, Young Master Jin is dead. ”

Stunned for a long time, as if he had just reacted to what was happening, Jin Xiaofa let out a sad smile that he didn't know how to describe, pointed to Ye Xiaochai in the distance, patted his chest and laughed: "Hahahaha, Ye Xiaochai, your son is dead! Young Master Jin, he is dead...... Ben Xiaokai is not sad at all to see him die, and he is not sad at all!"

"Ahh

Hearing the familiar immature voice, it was the same as usual, which once again stimulated Ye Xiaochai's mind to the limit. The falling sword style turned instantaneously and went straight towards Jin Xiaokai.

"Ah, it's not enough to die a son, I'm dying, you still dare to murder me!"

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaochai still had spare strength at this moment, Jin Xiaokai hurriedly dodged a sudden sword, and a corner of his clothes was still cut off. Jin Xiaokai was shocked and hated, and jumped up and scolded: "Ye Xiaochai, you are a decrepit person, a decrepit person who can't even keep his own son.9 It's good that Ben Xiaokai didn't follow you all the way, otherwise wouldn't you be a declining person?!"

"Big brother...... Isn't it a bit too much ......for you to kill people?"

Qiao Fei didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and Baima Mingzhu was dead, but what the little overlord said didn't count. Jin Xiaokai patted Xiaobawang's shoulder and ordered: "Good brother, you don't care about this Xiaokai's business." This man hands me over, I must make him look good! Hey, hey, hey...... Stop it all for Ben Xiaokai, this person is mine!"

Sweeping away the besieging people in an instant, Jin Xiaokai stepped forward, stared at Ye Xiaochai's eyes, and sneered: "Keep killing, Ye Xiaochai, you are killing! Standing here like a dead man, who are you trying to fool?!"

“……”

His hands didn't move, his mouth couldn't be opened, Ye Xiaochai just looked at it carefully, which was similar to Young Master Jin's nine-point face. It's different...... Ye Xiaochai sighed silently, stepping forward, no one dared to stop him.

Ignoring, ignoring again, you Ye Xiaochai always ignores Ben Xiaochai! I don't know what I want to get from Ye Xiaochai, Jin Xiaokai, who was standing behind Ye Xiaochai, laughed wildly.

"Hahahahaha...... Ye Xiaochai, Young Master Jin died well! Young Master Jin died, Ben Xiaokai was so happy! He died, Ben Xiaokai was refreshing enough! What, Ye Xiaochai, are you angry? If you are angry, turn around and kill, kill again!"

Without saying a word, his legs and feet gradually lost strength...... Holding his cold body tightly, although Ye Xiaochai was sad and angry in his heart, he never looked back. People are staggering, wind and rain cover the body, and the only remaining extravagant thoughts are the young master's glimmer of life.

Step by step, stumbling. Everyone in the gathering realm was frightened by Ye Xiaochai's power for a while, and Jin Xiaokai did not give an order, but they watched Ye Xiaochai leave, and no one pursued him for a while. After a while, thinking about the severe punishment of the Martial Emperor, someone hurriedly shouted: "Ye Xiaochai is no longer good, what are you going to do when you stop? Hurry up and chase after it, otherwise we can't afford the Martial Emperor's condemnation!"

The Ghost Demon Knife slashed a cold killing light in the air, cutting off the head of the person who made the sound, and Jin Xiaokai scolded impatiently with a gloomy face: "Don't you understand Ben Xiaokai's words? Ye Xiaochai's life is mine! What do you want?"

"Little Commander, Emperor Wu ordered us to take down Ye Xiaochai, you are disobedient......"

"What kind of thing is the Martial Emperor? dare to get along with Ben Xiaokai, Ben Xiaokai will dare to use his head as a urinal!" Another knife cut off the head of the person who made the sound, his eyebrows were cold, Jin Xiaokai sneered, "Little brother, your eldest brother and I won't do it today, do you dare to go with me?"

"Hmm...... But...... Alas, it's all up to the big brother!" The little overlord was ignorant, and after hesitating for a moment, he replied.

"Okay, anyway, the Martial Emperor knows that he didn't do anything, so he won't give us a good face...... When will Ben Xiaokai drink other people's footwash?"

His gaze swept over the remaining soldiers of the Gathering Realm, and a trace of cruelty and viciousness flashed between Jin Xiaokai's eyebrows, as if he wanted to vent the gloom that flooded his heart.

"If you don't do it, before the Martial Emperor comes back, you will kill them!"