"Dang!"

Just as the halberd was about to shave off the head of the dream spruce, a long sword blocked it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Why didn't you take Yang'er away!" Seeing this, Meng Spruce scolded loudly, but after scolding, he was stunned.

The person who came turned out to be Luo Youming!

When he was young, Luo Youming was very handsome, he was dressed in a white robe and a shawl with black hair. As the long sword shook, a Tai Chi pattern appeared in the void, and with the swing of the last sword. The Tai Chi pattern suddenly rushed to the opposite side.

Everywhere they passed, there was no one alive!

"That's your son, of course you're going to have to train yourself. Luo Youming landed on the soles of his feet and smiled at the wounded Dream Spruce.

Dream Spruce was stunned, shook his head, and said, "You shouldn't have come!"

"If I say that today coincides with my daughter's birthday, and I came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers to forge a good sword for my daughter as a gift, would you believe it or not?"

Dream Spruce knew that Luo Youming never lied, and he also knew that this time Luo Youming lied.

He just sighed bitterly: "If today's pattern has undergone earth-shaking changes, maybe my Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers is destined to cease to exist......"

Luo Youming said: "Isn't it good for people to live?"

Dream Spruce shook his head and said, "As the valley master of Wanhua Valley, I will definitely live and die with Wanhua Valley......!

As he spoke, he suddenly knelt down in front of Luo Youming!

However, before his knees touched the ground, he was dragged up by Luo Yousheng. Luo Youming smiled: "I can't afford it!"

Dream Spruce hugged his fists and said, "Here I only hope that you can live with Yang'er!"

Luo Youming said: "Since I am in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, I naturally want to help a little......

"Thank you!" Dream Spruce hurriedly clenched his fists again, his lips trembling with excitement.

Luo Youming's face was much more solemn, and he said: "But how can I fight against these thousands of troops alone, I'm afraid that even if I take Mengyang with me, I won't be able to escape......"

Luo Youming is right, there are still thousands of iron horsemen waiting at the south gate, and there are also some martial arts masters in this army. Even if it is Luo Youying, there is no certainty of escaping.

"If I lure these people away, can you take Yang'er away?" said Dream Spruce, pointing to thousands of troops.

Luo Youming nodded, "Yes, but how are you going to lure these ten thousand people away?"

Meng Spruce exhaled deeply and said, "You just have to promise me that you must let Yang'er and Ke'er get out alive!"

"I promise you!"

"Thank you!"

Dream Spruce had a smile on her lips. Although he only had one arm left, all of a sudden, the internal force in his body seemed to rise several times! With one palm, he shocked the forward general and vomited blood and flew upside down. He turned around and laughed.

Luo Youming looked at the back of Dream Spruce and couldn't help but sigh, he knew that maybe this time would be the last time he would see Dream Spruce......

"Uncle Luo, where has my father gone?" Mengyang said to Luo Youming, crying.

Luo Youming squatted down, touched Meng Ke'er and Mengyang's heads, and said, "Your father is a hero......! When you become a strong man like your father, you will find your father......"

The second elder also said kindly: "Yes, Yang'er, let's go first!"

"You're lying to me! You're all lying to me!" Mengyang slapped Luo Youming's palm away, crying and yelling: "Is my father dead?

"Young master!" Meng Ke'er hugged the crazy Mengyang and hugged it tightly. Tears slid down her porcelain-like cheeks, and she said, "Dad is like this for us, you are the only hope in Wanhua Valley, so you must live and ...... well Stay alive...... I can't let my dad die in vain!"

"Ke'er......" Mengyang hugged Meng'er with his backhand, buried his head deep in her hair, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and he murmured: "Tell me, this...... Not really...... If...... If...... I've learned...... Hundred steps flying sword, maybe ...... It won't ...... Doesn't show ...... Such...... Feeling...... Situation ......"

Syllable!

Blood spilled from the corners of Mengyang's mouth, and one side of Mengyang's face swelled, red like fire, hot.

That slap was from Luo Youying, and he looked down on Mengyang at this time. He said coldly, "Is it useful to say this? Remember, you're a man." You are the son of Dream Spruce, the only hope in this Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers!"

Boom-boom-boom-

In the west, three golden pillars of light rose into the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color!

In the sky, the clouds rolled into tornadoes, and silver lightning floated and sank in between! Huge pillars of light rendered the entire sky! The stars and moon were colorless!

The great coercion is like a catastrophe!

"This is the Eternal Sword Formation of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers! This is a forbidden spell, and the spell will be doomed...... the second elder looked at the three pillars of light in a daze, and said in shock.

"Brother Meng......" Luo Youming also muttered.

Between the three pillars of light, a man looked down at the earth. He was like the ruler of the earth, his eyes were full of golden light, like substance, spitting out!

The 10,000 troops of the Heavenly Banner below looked at this god-like dream spruce, and they all trembled. The golden light was dazzling, and everywhere it passed, everything turned into nothingness.

"It's the valley master!"

The soldiers in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers below saw this golden shadow and cried and shouted to the sky.

"Don't run any of them, kill me!" Anyone who retreats, shoot me!" the general shouted at the army of 10,000 men, after being shocked.

With a wave of Dream Spruce's arm, a golden sword stabbed obliquely from the distant sky. That sword is as fast as lightning!

"Ah......h......h

Hundreds of people were reduced to ashes!

At the same time, the three pillars of light were visibly much dimmer.

The general of the Heavenly Banner saw that Dream Spruce was obviously failing, so he shouted: "Kill me!" He can't hold it for long, and the person who kills Dream Spruce will be rewarded with 10,000 taels!"

"Kill!"

The crowd below, so the people are red-eyed. The army of the Heavenly Banner is, and so are the brothers of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

They were armed with weapons, and blood and tears were constantly intertwined.

All the soldiers rushed towards him, and the figures in the sky seemed to smile.

The wind blew his robe and hunted, and his thin figure held up the whole sky!

Three giant swords, carrying flirting clouds and mist, plunged straight into the ground from the sky!

……

"Let's go......" Luo Nether reminded.

He turned around and walked a few steps, only to see Mengyang still standing there alone.

"If you don't leave, you won't have a chance. He urged.

The golden light was smeared on Mengyang's face, as if it was his father's palm, warm and rough. He picked up the black package and opened it.

Inside was a black sword, without a scabbard, like a burning stick, which was ugly.

Is this the most precious "Xuanlong" in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers? Unfortunately, it is only a half-finished product.

Mengyang gently stroked the Xuanlong, held it in his hand, and the blood **melted. This is the hard work of several generations of Wanhua Valley, and it is about to be completed, but there is no chance again.

He was foolish enough to think that he would finally make the final carving for this sword with his father!

"Uncle Luo...... You're right. He said.

He picked up the Xuanlong, this sword was not as heavy as the hammer used to forge the sword, but why was it so heavy in his hand?

How much hope is given here?

Aren't all swords made for killing?

Why is this one full of expectation and protection?

"I'm a man, I'm the young master of this valley of flowers, I'm his son!" he said word by word, tears flowed out of his eyes, "I won't leave......"

"Young master......" Meng Ke'er looked at him, her eyes were already red.

Mengyang smiled and said, "How many times have you said it, don't call me young master." ”

"Brother......

"Don't call me brother!" Mengyang smiled: "It's a pity that I can't fly a sword in a hundred steps, otherwise I will definitely save my father...... You, follow Uncle Luo out of here. Go find the life you want...... Here, it's as if nothing happened, without this brother......"

"I won't leave!" Meng Ke'er cried, her words were still very soft, but they were very firm!

"Wanhua Valley is the life I want, this sea of flowers, every flower, every inch of grass, every person ......"

"I will never forget everything here for the rest of my life! You will always be the young master, but not my brother, and I don't have a brother like you!"

"Because, when I grow up, I want to be your wife!"

Mengyang's body trembled.

At this moment, a brilliant golden light erupted in the sky!

It's like fireworks, and it's like a wisp of fairy soul. Take away the beauty of the world!

Meng Keer's voice echoed in the valley for a long time. rippling in his heart, rippling in the once epiphany, rippling in the starry sky.

At this time, countless fireflies flew into the sky!

In the sky, Yao Dancing!

"Haha......"

In the golden fireworks, a man's hearty laughter rang out. That was the laughter of Dream Spruce.

"I'm not going to go......"

But Mengyang's sentence is such a resolute statement.

"Hmph!" Luo Youming snorted coldly, and slashed at Mengyang with one palm.

Mengyang picked up the Xuanlong and unceremoniously slashed at Luo Youying, forcing him back. He said, "Uncle Luo, you don't have to try to knock me unconscious. Today, I won't leave here for anything!"

"Your father used his life to get a way to live for you, but I didn't expect you to be so uncompetitive!"

"You don't have to provoke me. Mengyang turned to look at the army of the Heavenly Banner and said, "My thousands of lives in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers are all dead now." I want them to pay for their lives!

Suddenly!

As if sensing that someone was about to get close to him, Mengyang turned around and waved Xuanlong, and the black sword blade instantly slashed out!

Snort-

A strand of long hair fluttered in the air, mixed with a trace of blood, and slowly fell under Mengyang's shocked gaze......

She looked at Meng Ke'er, who was desperate to run over, at Meng Ke'er, who was hugging him tightly at this moment, his sister, or his wife.

The cheeks were as perfect as porcelain, and a bright red blood mark was like fangs!

But the girl in her arms still didn't care, she leaned on her arms, and said, "If you don't leave, let's go together......"

He picked up Meng Keer's cheek, and the scar would be fixed there from now on. Appearance is undoubtedly the most important thing for girls, but compared to Mengyang, everything is nothing.

"Why are you so stupid?" he hurriedly wiped the blood from her face, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing out.

There was a smile on the corner of Meng Ke'er's mouth, and she laughed softly: "It doesn't hurt at all......"

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" At this time, he didn't know what to say, he could only keep apologizing!

"Don't let me go, okay?" Meng Ke'er said softly. His face became more and more pale, and he was endearing.

"I'm sorry. He repeated what he had said, only this time, he knocked her unconscious.

Mengyang put Meng Ke'er at his feet and said to Luo Youming and the second elder, "Please take her away." ”

Luo Youming looked at him and said, "Have you decided?"

"Hmm!" Mengyang nodded firmly, holding the Xuanlong in his hand, and walked towards the darkness. At this time, the golden fireworks in the sky had dissipated, but at the end, there seemed to be a sigh of nothingness.

Luo Youming stood in place until Mengyang's figure disappeared into the darkness, and he could no longer be seen.

At this point, he was no longer the thirteen-year-old boy who stood on a rock and could only boast of exaggeration. In an instant, Mengyang's figure was much taller and much older......

"Kill—"

In the distance, a shout from a teenager resounded throughout the valley.

The flowers straightened up from the pool of blood, even though they broke free from the shackles of blood, they could no longer emit the fragrance they used to have, and they shed tears helplessly......

Valley of Thousands of Flowers...... What a Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers......

……

"From now on, the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers will only appear in history......" On a high mountain, Luo Youming stood with his hands on his hands, looked at the Valley of Flowers that was no longer alive, and sighed.

"Save ...... Save him...... "An old man covered in blood, holding a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, came to Luo Youming.

Before he could finish speaking, the old man was already lying on the ground, lifeless.

This old man is the second elder of Wanhua Valley.

This child is Mengyang.

……

"If it is decided today, the so-called 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword' will no longer be used. So, even if you practice, it won't be of any use. Kid, you go. I have no intention of taking disciples. ”

An old white-haired man sat cross-legged on a rock and said to a child below.

But the girl still couldn't kneel, she buried her head very low, didn't make a sound, and worshipped like this.

At the beginning of winter, heavy snow falls.

She also knelt in front of the old man's door and became a snowman. The cold wind kept blowing on her petite body, making her shiver constantly.

"Son, why do you want to worship me as a teacher?" the old man finally spoke.

"To learn a hundred steps to fly a sword!" replied the girl, her voice so low. But it is extremely determined.

"To avenge or to kill someone else?" the old man asked again.

"None of ......"

"Oh? What is that for?"

"In order not to disappoint my former self, in order not to regret it in the future, in order to protect. The girl said.

As the girl said this, tears flowed from her frozen little face. There was a scar on her face, which was very obvious on that beautiful face.

In her heart, at this moment, only echoes the words that a teenager once said to her:

“……”