After Xing Feiyu killed Li Bingguang and the Holy Son Group, he gathered all the corpses together.

He stood next to the pile of corpses, took off his skin gloves, touched them, and the black flames devoured them.

After doing all this, Xing Feiyu found Zhang Sanshi behind the wall.

Zhang Sanshi stood next to the sinkhole, saw him coming, opened his throat and shouted in the loudest voice. "Victims of the City of the Wind and Drizzle, you have been rescued today, remember the name of the person who rescued you! Even if you cannot speak, remember to tell anyone you see by writing a letter that his name is!!"

Zhang Sanshi smiled, that smile contained too many things. "He is Mr. Jin Hua of the Thousand Feather Pavilion, the last son of revenge, Xing Feiyu!!"

There was an intermittent chirping sound from the cage in the sinkhole.

"Zhang Sanshi, what are you doing?" Xing Feiyu asked.

"Tell them the names of the heroes. Zhang Sanshi said.

"I don't want to be a hero. Xing Feiyu said.

Inside the sinkhole, all the prisoners in the cage knelt down and made a gesture of gratitude to Xing Feiyu.

"Now are we going to continue to pursue God? You look like a god too. Zhang Sanshi said.

Xing Feiyu stood on the edge of the sinkhole, his eyes cold. "Of course, I will never stop when I find Wang Xie, but you make me more and more incomprehensible, and you don't want to help the people of the Holy Son Regiment, but you choose to help me. ”

"I'm following my heart. ”

"It's a new beginning for you, and it's for me. ”

Zhang Sanshi picked up his backpack. "My lord, you reminded me of hunters, the kind of hunters who know that they will be torn apart by their prey, and still stubbornly go up the mountain, usually people like you die quickly. ”

The people in the sinkhole who had their tongues plucked out kept looking at the rescuers and avenging them.

The throat makes a staccato uh-uh sound, making for a creepy song of the dead.

Xing Feiyu turned his back to Zhang Sanshi. "If I don't go to hell, who will? ”

.........

Anseong.

Daylight followed the route of an ancient map to a very remote place west of Anseong, and the location of the triangle was marked on the map.

Here crows hovered under the clouds, and the wheat was unharvested, buried in the snow for a winter, and now a wasteland of rotting rhizomes.

The wind whistled, and the distant cries were drowned out by the wind.

It was as if the daytime had heard the screams of people, perhaps just the sound of the wind. The wind spreads a kind of panic in the silence and desolation.

He stared intently into the distance, where there was a protrusion at the end of the flat horizon.

Wrapping the blue scarf tightly, clamping the horse's belly between his legs during the day, he shouted: "Drive." ”

Against the strong wind, he stepped on the rotten roots of crops and marched to the only protrusion between heaven and earth.

He came to a modest farmhouse with two dried corpses hanging in front of the door, not the sword parting, perhaps the owner of the house.

The two corpses were pecked by crows, which was disgusting, and it was impossible to distinguish their faces before they were born, but judging from their costumes, they should be farmers.

Did the robbers ransack the place? Or the soldiers? Just as Daylight imagined what was going on here, the dilapidated wooden door creaked open.

He subconsciously drew his sword, and the length of his brother's sword made him take two steps back, giving up the best attack distance.

The black sword body shone inwardly in the sunlight, like night invading the day.

After waiting for a while, nothing happened, only the wooden door creaked in the wind.

Avoid places that make noise during the day and sneak into the house gently.

Everything in the house is in place, the table, the kang, which is covered with a thick layer of dust, looks like it has been uninhabited for a long time.

"You're here, brother!" suddenly a voice full of hatred appeared.

Daylight jerked back.

In the shadows in the corner of the room, a human face slowly emerged, pale and bloodless, with sunken eyes, blood-red eyes, and weak hairsprings.

"Sword parting?" Bai Tian was shocked and annoyed, in such a small room, he didn't even find another person.

The sword parting floated out of the shadows, his face haggard and godless, his slender body dragging long chains behind it, and the smell of rotting flesh reeked.

Silence grew, and as time shifted, the sword parted first. "Our little Qi, your complexion is even better than you imagined, unlike me who has become this ghost, thanks to the lack of mirrors here, otherwise I would have died of shame. ”

The day is sad in my heart. "Sword farewell, big brother asked me to come to you. ”

The sword parted with a contemptuous smile. "What did he say to you, it's ridiculous, our good big brother looks at me with the same eyes as you, full of anger, but it's also true, my father forced the patriarch and Jianbo to death, and it's normal for you to hate my son. ”

"Big brother said that your lives are in danger, you must get out of here, and I am here to help you. Bai Tian said that he did resent the sword parting, and at the same time resented his father's sword calendar.

Although Jian Li died at his hands, the resentment remained unabated.

Daylight is standing here now because another voice has persuaded him that the past is over, and you only have these brothers now.

The red light in the sword's parting eyes was even stronger. "I don't need much help, at least not yours, leave, or you're welcome. ”

Seeing the change in the sword's parting, Bai Tian took two steps back and clenched his brother's sword.

"Did I scare you?" said Sword Parting dismissively.

During the day, I couldn't see through the sword parting, and turning blood into a demon came with a morbid change. "Sword farewell, there's no need to do it, we are the last Sword Clan. ”

The sword parted and lowered his head, his eyes covered by sunken shadows. "You're right, the Sword Clan doesn't kill the Sword Clansmen, but you kill my father, even if he's a heinous bastard, it's my father after all. ”

Bai Tian said in a deep voice: "Jian Li let the blood puppet kill my father, and he also killed so many clansmen. ”

The sword parted in a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't drunk water for several days. "Hehe, in my opinion, you are no different from him, and your hands are also covered with the blood of the people. ”

Daylight heard a full hatred, and there was something wrong with the state of the sword's parting.

The eldest brother Jian Yusheng had briefly exposed this state before, and then suppressed it.

But the two are a little different, and the sword parting seems to have been in this state for a long time.

"I must kill the Sword Calendar. Bai Tian said, but with a drum beating in his heart, he asked himself again and again if he had escaped that day, would there be more people from the Sword Clan.

The sword's eyes turned redder and redder as he parted. "We rescued you from remembering to let you escape, but for revenge, you killed only six people in the Sword Clan, you foreigner!"

"I didn't know the blood golems were going to riot. "Daylight bows his head.

"Jian Xiaoqi, you should run away!" shouted Jian Li.

Daylight shouted back. "I can't, I'm responsible. ”

"Responsibility? Do you know what we have been trained by those inhuman beings since childhood?, ah yes, only after Cheng Ren will be told, you have just Cheng Ren, there has been a great change in the clan, and no one has time to tell you. ”

Bai Tian coldly watched the sword part, waiting for the following.

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