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No one spoke, no one even moved, and there was only the sound of the falling wind and Li Yanqiu's heavy gasping sound in Luofeng Cliff.

Li Yanqiu has no way out.

This is the thought that comes to everyone's mind.

Therefore, including Zhuo Bufan and Cang Halberd, they were not in a hurry to take him down, but tensed their nerves and waited for his next move.

Li Yanqiu slowly turned around and turned his back to everyone.

The wind from the bottom of the cliff blew his clothes to the sound of hunting, even if he was covered in blood and embarrassed, he was still as noble as an immortal in Linjiang. No one knows what he's going to do, and if you ignore his crumbling body and just look at his back, you even have the illusion that he's just admiring the view at the bottom of the cliff.

This man is so elegant and noble that no matter how you look at it, you will be reminded of God.

God, the immortal of Linjiang.

Li Yanqiu was indeed looking at the scenery under the cliff.

At this time, it is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright and fresh is no longer there, the sky is gloomy and rainy, and the gray and black clouds gather and move with the wind, thickening layer by layer, bringing a kind of suffocating depression. The wet clouds are sticky, the shadows of geese are faint, and the mountains and flowers and trees in the distance are all wrapped in a gray and wet mist, and they are becoming more and more unclear. The wind on the edge of the cliff is strong, the autumn wind of hunting blows the clothes, and the chill of Xiao Suo invades the bone marrow.

He couldn't help but think back to the scenery he had seen when he came here last year, it was early spring, the milky white mist under the cliff formed a natural barrier, and the glimmer of the morning sun pierced through the clouds, refracting the red, orange, yellow and green five-colored glow. In the distance, there are suitable shades of emerald color, a few trees or red or white spring flowers dotted in the emerald gaps, and the dazzling bright yellow is hidden between the mountains, and the various colors are blended wonderfully.

It turns out that it's not just people who will change?

Scenery included?

At that time, he turned his back to Li Mingxia and Li Yangchun and said, what a beautiful morning.

Now, it's dusk.

Li Yanqiu smiled.

Zhuo Bufan's fan suddenly stopped. His eyes stared at Li Yanqiu's every move for a moment, and he didn't dare to relax at all. Eighteen warriors clung to the edge of the net, thirty-nine "cold light" hands pressed the hilt of their swords, and the bow and arrows of "White Charm" had been wound. The air condensed into a tight silk, as if a slight stroke with a knife would make a cracking sound.

And this knife hanging above his head is any dangerous action of Li Yanqiu.

Li Yanqiu didn't move anymore, just chuckled and looked at the bottom of the cliff, not knowing what year he was thinking. A moment later he moved, and the crowd didn't know how to react - for he suddenly clutched his chest, leaned down, and began to vomit blood!

Blood meandered and flowed on the cold and hard boulders, and the blood flowers were shocking! Zhuo Bufan looked at it for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and sighed. The person in front of him, no matter how mythical or legendary he is, is only a flesh and blood body after all. After being so seriously injured, no matter how hard he struggles, he will not be able to recover. At this moment, he understood very well that Li Yanqiu had already lost.

Watching such a person vomit blood in front of him is actually an extremely torturous thing. The people present are all first-class masters, which are naturally different from ordinary people. These days of trembling and trembling are all because of this man, and seeing him vomit blood at this moment is like seeing with your own eyes - God is dying.

Although they were still on guard, their eyes avoided one by one.

And the goose-yellow figure is still far away in the corner, still staring at the ground with a blank face, and its beautiful eyes are clear and indifferent, still like a thin layer of glass......

Retracting the corner of her eye, Li Yanqiu smiled, smiling at her reaction and her own hopes. Why do you have to look at her, why can't you help but hope for her reaction...... Why, I still wish she would look at herself......

Even if it's a glance......

A faint sadness spread in the bottom of my heart, like a withered yellow leaf in late autumn, Xiao Xiao sparsely fell to the ground. Is it discouraged or self-defeating? Is it stubborn or willful? All he wanted at the moment was for her to look at him and look at him more...... His time is running out!

What else...... What else does he have...... What else could make her look at him thoroughly?

The scales in her heart tilted heavily in his favor......

He coughed uncomfortably, lifted his dark brown sleeves, wiped the stains from the corners of his mouth, and then stood up straight and smiled at Zhuo Bufan.

"Brother Zhuo, don't you want to see my chess?" A lazy laugh, like crimson petals falling on the soft white veil. His eyes were half-squinted, and there was a comfortable smile on his pale and bloodless lips. "Well, take a closer look!"

Zhuo Bufan's eyes widened. It's not because he finally agreed to show him chess, but he doesn't believe that this person can perform the dazzling and gorgeous "Amazing Thirteen Chess" in this situation!

He was seriously injured!

He was hit by hypnotic incense and seven-step lock gong pills!

He even vomited a lot of blood!

His current condition should be so bad that he can now stand and have used up all the willpower in this life! After a long time, the wind under the cliff can even sweep him down, how can he still use the "Amazing Thirteen Chess"!

No, he doesn't believe it, he definitely doesn't believe it!

Absolutely, absolutely not...... Letter......

Zhuo Bufan suddenly lost all reactions.

Cold light too. Flying Shadow too. So is the white charm.

Eighteen samurai too.

Even the always calm cangji......

Thirteen dazzling white rays suddenly appeared, tearing through the gloomy heaven and earth like lightning! The jade white light is gorgeous and dazzling, like the last touch of bewitching beauty between heaven and earth, desperately releasing luxury and despair!

Like fire, like flames, like desperate and willful obsession! The thirteen light clusters gradually expanded, bringing a fierce and heavy oppressive force, which was suffocating! And as the light group approached, the thirteen white mangs divided into thirty-nine, seventy-eight, one hundred and seventeen, one hundred and thirty-five, and one hundred and thirty-seven......

The light group is constantly changing, like a gorgeous fireworks suddenly blooming in the night, pouring all the brilliance, blooming one after another, as if it will never stop! Fan, Halberd, Cold Light, Flying Shadow, White Charm, Eighteen Samurai...... Everyone was shrouded in a strange white aperture, oppressed in a kind of breathless suffocation, and when the white light was brilliant to the extreme, when everyone's eyes were full of amazement, all the brightness was instantly extinguished.

Like a dream!

The world has fallen back into darkness.

The sky was overcast and rainy.

As soon as the wind blew, the jade-white powder dissipated and disappeared into the dust, and it was difficult to find a trace.

It's like falling into a spell, and everyone can't react. I still think of the gorgeous and bewitching beams of light, the bloom of life. "Amazing Thirteen Chess", gorgeous, all over the world!

All over the world......

All over the world!

This is true!

And Zhuo Bufan's forehead was oozing with dense beads of sweat, and his eyes were full of disbelief!

He couldn't believe that Li Yanqiu could use the "Amazing Thirteen Chess" in this situation! Thirteen chess, only thirteen chess pieces, but more than 100 gorgeous pillars of light were conjured! Under that strong sense of oppression, he even thought that as long as Li Yanqiu was willing, everyone here would not be able to avoid the chess piece that flew towards him. One hundred and thirty-seven people...... No one can escape it! The most difficult thing for him to figure out was that Li Yanqiu actually withdrew his hand at the last moment, and would rather attack himself with true anger than destroy those white jade chess pieces that he had regarded as his life!

Why stop? Why did you ruin your own chess? Why not hit them hard and take the opportunity to escape? He obviously has this strength! Zhuo Bufan was dripping in a cold sweat, what did this man do? If he wants to leave, obviously no one can keep him...... No matter what the situation, if Li Yanqiu wanted to leave, no one could stay......

But he didn't go for—whom?

The man at the cliff port vomited blood again, as if he was going to vomit his whole heart out. Looking at him, Zhuo Bufan's eyes were dyed with sadness. He knew that Li Yanqiu, who had devoted his last life to create the swan song of "Amazing Thirteen Chess", ruined his chess in the end, and who was he doing it. Because from beginning to end, his eyes never left that person, and the goose-yellow figure hiding far away in the corner did not leave for a moment.

And the goose-yellow figure didn't look at him from beginning to end, not even for a moment.

Zhuo Bufan took a cold breath, he now knew that Leng Qianlian was so hard-hearted, she really deserved to be the younger sister of her son.

Li Yanqiu laughed hoarsely, the ending turned out to be like this, it was really ridiculous; "Amazing Thirteen Chess" poured out the world, and it was really ridiculous that he couldn't pour out a single glance from that person; Li Yanqiu, you, it's really ridiculous......

In that case, what else does he have to say? The long eyelashes drooped faintly, and they rested on their eyelids tiredly, no longer bothering to resist the medicinal power of hypnotic incense. As soon as his right hand was released, the last glossy white jade chess piece slipped down his finger and fell into the slippery pool of blood, instantly stained with dirt.

"That's it......" his thin lips weakly hooked the shallow arc, he closed his eyes, and almost fell asleep, his lazy laughter couldn't be lighter.

He turned, his back to everyone.

And then.

Close your eyes.

Take a step forward.

Step into the air.

Like a ruined autumn leaf falling off a cliff!

A huge silence descended on the Luofeng Cliff, as if it was frozen by something, more than a hundred people, not one of them made a sound, not one of them moved. It was as if the air was no longer flowing, but instead became an indescribable emotion, clogging heavily in the heart.

Li Yanqiu jumped off the cliff.

He left the last two words, "That's it," and jumped off the cliff.

He said, "That's it."

His heart was dead at that moment......

The person with a dead heart, the person with the "amazing thirteen chess", the amazing god-like person, he jumped off the cliff.

Everyone is digesting this message. However, everyone thought that the moment he fell off the cliff, no one could save him. There is a weapon that is long, tough, and quick to fire, and it is called Celestial Silk.

Leng Qianlian can save him.

She was the only one who could stop him.

Maybe until he jumped off the cliff, he was still giving her a chance, and there was still hope.

However, the silk was firmly wrapped around the man's wrist, and she did not move.

The silk did not move.

After a while, Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, and ordered to the people behind him expressionlessly: "Go back and report to Gongzi, Li Yanqiu has fallen off the cliff and died." ”

"Yes!" The three dark guards and the eighteen warriors replied in unison, and quickly disappeared from the Falling Phoenix Cliff. They did not remind Zhuo Bufan that according to his usual meticulousness, he should order a search under the cliff to confirm. Because they believe that he has the same mind as them.

In this case, the person who fell off the cliff was certain to die, but they vaguely suspected that Li Yanqiu would not die so easily. That man himself is like a myth, if he hadn't seen him die, then he might still be alive.

Yes, their mission is to get him dead, however, they don't want to see him die with their own eyes. Because if there were no gods in this world, the clouds would be lonely......

So, let his life and death be a secret! No one touches it, no one reveals it, let it sit in the dust, until years later, when they look up at the sky, they can be less melancholy......

A gust of autumn wind blew, and there were a few sparse and faint rays of rain in the sky, Zhuo Bufan raised his face and let the rain hit his face.

He whispered, "Halberd, we've won." Turning around, he stared straight at the young man with a pale and delicate face, and his tone became less certain, "Halberd...... Did we win......"

They successfully completed the task assigned by Childe, why didn't they have a sense of victory?

Cang Halberd looks up at the sky, he likes to look at the sky, when he looks at the sky, his mood will always be more relaxed, and his mind will become concentrated. However, when he looked at the sky at this time, he couldn't find the slightest sense of tranquility and distantness. In the gloomy sky, there was no longer a shadow of a cloud in sight. He took a breath and said clearly and calmly, "No, the one who won, it's not us. ”

They didn't win. The people who won Li Yanqiu were not them.

The two of them glanced at the goose-yellow figure standing in the rain at the same time.

Zhuo Bufan suddenly took a step forward, as if he had something to say to Leng Qianlian.

He wanted to say that the heavenly silk could entangle Li Yanqiu's and prevent the man from jumping off the cliff. He was giving her a chance until he died, and she shouldn't- shouldn't be.

But he stopped. What's the use...... Even if Li Yanqiu didn't jump off the cliff, he would always be their enemy. Killing him was an order from Childe, and they had to obey it.

Not to mention Leng Qianlian. It's not been a day or two since she's been chasing Childe's gaze......

He endured the inexplicable sadness and resentment in his heart, wiped the rain on his face, and took one last look at the goose-yellow figure on the wooden cliff.

"Halberd, let's go." Zhuo Bufan said coldly.

Cang Ji looked at Zhuo Bufan, then at Leng Qianlian, nodded, and the two walked away one after the other.

On the falling phoenix cliff, only the last lonely goose yellow figure remained.