There was a slender figure, reflected in his eyes that were gradually fading but still maintaining a sense of clarity.

On the line between life and death, he has no time to care whether the person in front of him is friend or foe, because only he can help him.

In a trance, he seemed to see the man's footsteps pause, and he walked towards him slowly.

People came from far and near, and their figures gradually became clear.

It's just that even if he walked in front of him, he still couldn't see his face clearly, because the black mist that enveloped his body was around the person's body.

But even if he only saw the general outline, he realized that this was a woman. A ghost woman with at least eight heavenly cultivations.

The black true qi showed the camp of the comer, and at that moment, he really relaxed.

"Dark ...... Shadow?" An indifferent voice came from under the mist.

“...... Be. ”

The person who came was silent, as if thinking about something. It was a long time later, when he was about to lose hope of living, that he did it again.

She leaned over slowly, one hand on his wrist.

In an instant, he felt an incomparably violent True Qi rushing into his body, dispersing the cold True Qi left behind by the Northern Darkness Cultivator!

I don't know if it was his delusion, at that moment, he seemed to see the fog around the woman's body fluctuate violently for a moment.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a side face that he would never forget.

The mist on the woman's connection dissipated a little bit at some point, revealing a thin and cool face that turned all beings upside down, and her eyes were empty, but they seemed to accommodate mountains, rivers and seas.

"Your code name. Before he could come back to his senses, the woman seemed to realize something, and the mist filled his face again, blocking his vision.

"Thousand sails. He said a little dumbfounded.

"Go back and recuperate. The person who came didn't say anything more, and looked at the face of Qian Fan where the blood color returned again, and he wanted to leave, "With your cultivation at the peak of the Sixth Heaven, it is pointless to die here." ”

"Who are you?" Qian Fan looked at the misty figure, puzzled.

"Empty. ”

Sora Qianfan's face showed confusion. He seemed to remember where he had heard the name.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

Is she called empty?

Memories come to mind.

He seemed to remember that half a month ago, the Great Elder suddenly announced: The former head of the Great Apprentice had betrayed the sect and his whereabouts were unknown. If someone meets, be sure not to think of the feelings of the same door, and take it back to deal with it by any means.

And that big apprentice should ...... It's empty.

One of the only two Terrans in the Shadows, and one of the Shadow Twins, why did he betray his master now?

At that time, there were many people who were as puzzled as Qianfan, and even more were unbelievable.

The former head of the Shadow and the two disciples are no longer measurable by rank in the door, they are the faith of the Shadow, and they are the goal of the disciples.

With such brilliance, how can he betray his teacher?

There are many people who ask the Great Elder for evidence, but the Great Elder has an uncharacteristically tough attitude: without evidence, if you rebel, you are betrayed.

Even if Qianfan was unwilling, he also faded in the passage of time.

But now that they meet again, the past comes back to my heart.

Who is there who looks down on all things in the world in this way? How can he be virtuous? Can make a person who has no quarrel with the world betray his teacher?

He didn't believe it.

Don't believe in appearances.

He wants to seek a truth.

In the shadows, a deep doubt and firmness appeared in Qianfan's eyes, as well as a kindness that he himself did not realize.

........

High in the sky, a whirlwind rises.

Suddenly, a circle of qi exploded around Liang Yixi's body, pushing him a hundred meters away.

"Almost," Liang Yixi coughed lightly, raised his head, and looked at Shao Nian, "Now, it should begin." ”

Shao Nian's gaze penetrated the heavy space, looked down, and said softly, "It's time to start." ”

He turned his head and looked at Liang Yixi, his eyes were more serious than ever, and said, "Please." ”

Please help.

The people on the ground stopped at any time, whether they were friends or foes, and seemed to forget that they were still enemies, and looked up at the sky.

A black mist filled the sky within a radius of hundreds of miles from Shangzhenyang, obscuring the sun.

Shao Nian looked back, and saw a pillar of true qi rising from the sky, and at this moment, the empty eyes were completely covered with black, which was extremely dark.

This is fair to the ghost clan, because what Liang Yixi and Shao Nian want is a completely fair war.

Cool and sunset, lowering his eyes.

His sleeves moved without the wind.

In the dark fog, a light suddenly appeared.

The golden light became more and more abundant, moving from static to moving, and it actually outlined the shape of a vermilion bird in the mist!

However, except for the outline, Suzaku is dark all over, but it is not dark, but a burning black flame!

Liang Yixi slowly raised his eyes.

There was a hole in the pupil, but nowhere was it not burning.

The saber leaped into his right hand.

He raised his hand slightly, and without seeing any movement, the sword in his hand headed towards Shao Nian!

It seems to be slow, but it is fast.

The corners of Shao Nian's eyes suddenly jumped.

Countless wails sounded in his ears, terrible, but long-lasting, and he heard a voice explode in his ears like a bell: "Nangong Xiao! I want your ancestors to die well!"

No one noticed that when these words were spoken, in the distance, Nangong Xiao suddenly snorted, and blood was left from the corner of his lips. And Nangong fell silently at night, floating like a leaf.

Shao Nian was still deafened by the thousands of sounds, and said lightly: "You are just tens of thousands of souls, since you are dead, why don't you leave?"

A clear sword roar rang out.

Shao Nian's sword, for the first time, was completely unsheathed.

One sword, cut everything.

All sounds are gone.

"I can't see that General Shao is still hiding his strength," Liang Yixi raised his burning eyes and said, "How strong is Gou Chen's strength?"

"That's it.......," he sighed, "Bloodline power doesn't make sense...... Next, it's the decisive battle. ”

"Shao Nian, but you still have the strength to fight?!

"I've been waiting for a long time. ”

Liang Yixi stopped talking.

The sword momentum rises again, but it is not violent, not overbearing, only the clouds and smoke of the past.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Under the "...... of Death", the mirror looked up, and countless emotions flashed between the eyebrows and eyes in an instant, and finally turned into unbelievable madness.

Liang Yixi's sword now has a nice name, called 殇.

There is no fixed sword intent, no sword momentum, only love.

Mourning, mourning the past, mourning love and hatred.

Anything can be done.

This is one of the hardest swordsmanship to realize, and one of the most difficult to break.

There is only one style of this kind of swordsmanship, and that is the starting style: 惘.

Death can only be done.

It can only be destroyed.

Only the confusion can be broken.

Countless sorrows erupted in the silent sword.

On that day, he saw his mother and concubine killed by his father in tears, and that year, he saw his imperial brother thrown into the wilderness by his father.

It was also from that day that he began to secretly cultivate power, which belonged to his stubbornness, his desperate struggle.

Erupted in silence.