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Su Huachen looked at the worm, the leaf, and the end of the tree in front of him, and his heart was difficult to calm down, he turned his head and looked at the crazy man, feeling that he was the second great enemy he had encountered besides his master Wen Zixiang. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sword in the other party's hand, after many years, once again made him feel the breath of death, which made his heart churn, and also made Su Huachen more curious about the origin of that person, and at the same time coveted the sword even more. Many years ago, when Master first exposed his ugly face to himself, he felt as if he had fallen into hell and was helpless. Those atrocities, the wounds inflicted on him, made him want to kill Wen Zixiang more than once when he was young, if he really could.

Now, he met another person who gave him that feeling of near death, even if it was only for a moment, it was enough, and he didn't want to realize it anymore. In this way, the memories of the master once again filled Su Huachen's mind, making it difficult for him to calm down, and it was precisely because of this that he was caught in a cycle of pain and was full of excitement, and then refocused his eyes on this person named Liang Ping.

Yes, Liang Ping, his name is Liang Ping, these two words flashed in Su Huachen's mind at this time, and he read it clearly and silently over and over again, Liang Ping.

Su Huachen's brain temporarily regained its clarity, and he realized that he was now in a coma and reappeared the past, so he put down those hatreds again, and smiled bitterly: "Alas, this back and forth, it's really embarrassing, obviously I've already experienced it。。。。。。 ”

Just like an ordinary person dreaming, when in a dream, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is a dream or reality, and once it is distinguished, it is not far from waking up from a dream.

Su Huachen's heart has changed all of a sudden, but it is rare to be able to calmly deal with the things in front of him, but this dream of his will not wake up so easily. How could he not recognize this person who was now looking at the person in front of him again? How could this person named Liang Ping, who had had the same rough and tumble experience as himself, not let him feel a feeling of empathy? In the future, it seems that he will suffer no less than himself.

When Su Huachen thought like this, he felt that he was very lucky. Hatred will not be eternal, and if it really makes people hate for a lifetime, it will not be just pure hatred.

"Hahaha... Su Huachen chuckled self-deprecatingly, "People, no matter how big the setbacks are, they will always survive, as long as he is alive." ”

Just as he was thinking like this, everything around him began to distort, even Liang Ping's body, who was lying on the ground panting, began to twist, like the reflection on a soap bubble blown back and forth by the wind. Su Huachen looked at Liang Ping, what was the origin of this man who had or was now suddenly breaking into this town, he wanted to find out, just as he was curious about the origin of his master.

But the latter answer, he is afraid that he has no hope of understanding in this life.

The surrounding scene distorted, distorted, and soon this "dream" was about to wake up. But it backfired, the back of Su Huachen's neck began to sting again, he understood that this belonged to the outside world, because of Meng Nanxun's woman.

The pain made Su Huachen kneel on the ground and cover the back of his neck with both hands. "Uh。。。。。。 It hurts, and the reality is not comfortable. ”

"It's because it hurts that it's called reality. A faint sigh came from the roof of a house next to him, the focus was not on that sentence, but on that voice, from the bottom of his heart, vicissitudes and indifferent, it was a true portrayal of Su Huachen's state of mind just now.

This voice was all too familiar to Su Huachen, he followed the words, looked at the old man he loved and hated, the surrounding dreams gradually stabilized, and he suddenly didn't want to wake up like this. Wen Zixiang squatted on the eaves on the side with one leg low and one leg high, his right arm rested on the leg in a relatively high position, first said the sentence just now, glanced at Su Huachen a few times, confirmed that he was okay, and turned to the side again, looking at Liang Ping.

"Do you know this person?" he asked, without moving his gaze.

"No, I don't know this madman, I just pass by occasionally and run into him here. ”

Wen Zixiang nodded, and didn't ask him why he was entangled with this crazy person here. Curious, these two words are enough to explain it, and even Wen Zixiang is very curious.

"Master, how did you find here?"

"There's nothing here that escapes my eyes. He replied lightly, and didn't pay any more attention to Su Huachen. The latter only heard the slightest sound of his clothes being carried by the wind, and the next moment, Wen Zixiang stood in front of him, pacing towards Liang Ping, who was sitting on the ground, with his hands in his hands. Walking a few steps away from the other party, Wen Zixiang stopped, as if disgusted by the smell.

It was then that he noticed the sword as well.

It seems that cultivators have some unique preference for swords, regardless of whether they practice swords or not, especially when facing good swords. Wen Zixiang's hand couldn't help but grab the sword.

"Master, be careful!"

Wen Zixiang's hand did not stop because of this warning, but the sword was sharpened from this, pointing directly at his heart, although it was shrouded in the dark moon, it itself was not erased The sharp characteristic, like a streamer, as long as the sword is out, it never hesitates.

But what is faster than the streamer is not only the sword, but also Wen Zixiang's hand.

The hand, the first to stand in its way, spread its fingers and clamp gently, and it could not move. The white hand moved down with the blade of the sword until it was close to the tongue of the sword, and the other three fingers also moved, clasping Liang Ping's hand holding the sword, flipping his wrist, and easily snatching the hilt of the sword into his hand, with a finger of his backhand, the tip of the sword rested on Liang Ping's throat.

"If you move again, you will die!"

It's a pity that Liang Ping can't listen to anything now, everything in front of him is an illusion, and those who stand in his way are enemies. Without a sword, he grabbed with his teeth and claws, and fought with his bare hands, without fear at all.

Wen Zixiang didn't have the same knowledge as this madman, and directly took a few steps back, faster than Liang Ping. With a slight turn of his palm, the blade of the sword was horizontal, and then fiercely, Wen Zixiang used the side of the blade of the sword to slap on the opponent's cheek.

"Poof。。。。。。 ”

Liang Ping spilled blood from his mouth and was sent flying. At the same time that Liang Ping flew out horizontally, Wen Zixiang also felt that he had stepped on something under his feet, which was very soft and made him feel unhappy. He lowered his head and took a closer look.

Seeing the master's movements, the cold sweat on Su Huachen's head dripped down at once.

Wen Zixiang took a lot of effort to see that it was a melon that had been sparse, and he was trampled on by himself again. Su Huachen lowered his head, but after waiting for a while, the stormy reprimand he imagined did not happen, and when he raised his head, he found that the master did not turn his head to blame himself, but instead went back and forth between the rotten melon and Liang Ping, who was lying in the distance and no longer had the strength to stand up.

At the end, the corners of Wen Zixiang's mouth hooked up a malicious smile. "So you're hungry, and it looks like you need something to fill your stomach. ”

After speaking, Wen Zixiang picked up the rotten melon with his other hand, regardless of the dirt, the figure disappeared again, and then appeared in front of Liang Ping, raised his arm, and pressed the thing he was holding into Liang Ping's half-open mouth.

"Eat, eat and you will have strength!"

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