"It's all in the past...... Let it go. ”

When the heavy words came out of Zhao Ye's mouth and couldn't wait, the young man in white with the blue jade pattern standing on the cliff of the Five Clouds Dao in front of him had already swung his sword and cut off the head of the last deserter who was kneeling on the ground with his back to him covered in blood.

The young man in white kicked the head and the body off the cliff, and his body was still as white as the snow and ice in the mountains, he looked back and smiled: "What, big brother?"

Zhao Ye trembled and roared, "I'll teach you to stop!"

The young man looked innocent, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I've stopped, you see, my sword hasn't moved." ”

He really didn't move, the sword in his hand hung down like that, it seemed that he had just swung more than a dozen swords, and used up all the remaining strength, and the blood on the sword flowed along the strange groove and left on the ground drop by drop, his sword body was still as white as ever, and I don't know if it was an illusion, this sword was even much brighter than before.

Blood-stained weapons always have a special beauty.

This is what Zhao Ye thought in his heart before, but now he can no longer do the innocent thing in his heart, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I said that you are not allowed to kill." ”

"But they're not people...... "The young man smiled coldly and said, "Are deserters still people......? That's what you taught me. ”

Zhao Ye's heart sank, this was indeed the truth he handed over to this young man, just three years ago, after he saw this young man cut off the head of the enemy soldier who killed his entire family with a sword to worship his parents and sister, he decided that this young man was the same person as him, and gave him a sword to stay by his side and teach him carefully......

But he was wrong, they were not the same kind of people at all, he was a general whose heart was dyed with snow and wished for peace, and this young man was a warlike vanguard possessed by evil spirits who took pleasure in licking other people's blood.

We can't come together no matter what......

The previous wine and talk, the sword under the moon is just a prosperous dream, and everything should have never happened.

By this time, his sword was unsheathed.

The white-clothed young man's face changed slightly, and then he said, "Brother Zhao, is this going to compete with his younger brother......

Before the words fell, a sword shadow roared, and the young man raised his sword to block it, and said, "Brother, now that we have all entered the Little Saint Realm, this battle will take a long time." ”

Zhao Ye was silent, and the young man seemed to think that he was very bored if he didn't speak, so he said: "Brother, do you know what is the most annoying thing about you? That is, it is clear that he can't be his previous self, so he forcibly pulls others to follow in his footsteps, and then denies others...... Isn't that a denial of yourself?"

Zhao Ye was stunned and said, "Don't be a fancy talker!"

Swinging out of the sword suddenly, this sword is unavoidable, the young man flashed sideways, and the sword intent smashed the giant cloud in the sky, and the young man said: "Brother, look at my sword!"

This sword broke through the air, the sword momentum was surging, and its strong killing intent was enough to be listed among the top three in the world's martial arts sword! Zhao Ye frowned slightly, he took a few steps back, held the sword flower in one hand, and recited a spell with one hand and two fingers, and said: "Those who are fighting in the army are all moving forward in array!"

The wind whistled in the nine heavens, the dust flew fiercely, and a burst of thunder and lightning slashed down!

The young man's face changed slightly, and he suddenly smiled and said, "You actually know the Dao Sect Technique?" I really can't think of it, but you can't think of my ...... Do it!"

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed out, just a flat palm waved, and a cold light in the air suddenly turned into a sharp blade towards Zhao Ye, Zhao Ye felt a pain in his chest, took a step back suddenly, and looked down to see that the iron armor made of black gold on his body that could block the magic and martial arts actually had an extra hole, and blood was flowing out of the hole.

This man has cultivated above him!

Could it be a land fairyland?

But every time the land fairy realm in the world is born, there is a strange scene, and he knows who he is, but who is he sacred?

The young man saluted the man and said, "Thank you, senior, what you want is in that cave...... This time I owe you a favor. ”

The man vanished in an instant as he had been before he came.

The young man looked at Zhao Ye, who was kneeling on one knee and supporting the ground with his sword, and said, "Brother, I actually don't want to ......"

Poof—

Before he finished his words, a mouthful of blood sprayed on Zhao Ye's face, Zhao Ye looked at the hand that penetrated his chest in horror, the man in black behind him, the man in black who said, "Forget it, you are also one of the prey." ”

After speaking, he withdrew his hand, shook it lightly, shook off the blood on his hand, and disappeared again.

The young man fell into Zhao Ye's arms and said, "Brother...... I don't want to kill you...... I just want him to hurt you...... Get the Talisman...... The ...... of Xichu is not extinguished"

Zhao Ye stroked his head and said, "Brother knows, it's Brother ......."

Yes, Zhao Ye is less careful.

How can a general with less heart win even if he has a million soldiers?

The young man said weakly: "Heart, there will always be...... will come back, what belongs to my brother is my brother's after all...... Brother, I'm going to sleep...... You ......"

This sentence is Zhao Ye's purposeful sentence when he first saw this young man.

Sleep, wake up and everything is gone.

"Sleep, it's all over. ”

He gently patted the back that had been stained red with blood, and the boy fell asleep just like when he saw him.

Zhao Ye was also tired, and he also slept.

Before he went to bed, he knew that when he woke up, he would become the boy he is now, and at this moment, everything has changed.

A red teardrop flowed from his eye.

Yes, from then on he could only bleed.

This story is from the book "Three Dings, Absolute Sorrow, General Crying Blood" by Han Gou, a master of Donghe Kingdom

(The general weeps bloodily)