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At dusk, the clouds in the sky reflect the afterglow of the setting sun, emitting an orange glow that spreads half of the sky. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under this orange color, there is a dense green forest, but because the dense forest is shrouded in such an orange light, the emerald green color is also dyed with orange light, and it is no longer so pure.

The two families walked on the dense forest path, and Jinji said: "There is an inn out of this forest, and we will stay there tonight." ”

Everyone walked to a certain part of the road, Guan Jinran suddenly raised his hand to signal to stop, his eyes as sharp as an eagle focused on the surroundings, and his face was solemn.

The rest of the people silently held their weapons with their hands.

The forest was very quiet, except for the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves.

Suddenly, a thin, sharp scimitar that reflected the color of the sky pierced through the silence and roared towards the present, the blade emitting a cold light, mixed with a compelling sword aura, and the momentum was swift and fierce.

Jinji took out the Ice Gift Sword from the storage bracelet, silver and white than snow, the cold light was pressing, raised the sword to block the scimitar, the tip of the sword spun twice to dissolve the remaining force of the scimitar, and threw the scimitar in the direction it came from with a loud shout, and then heard a miserable scream, a black-clothed masked man fell from the dense branch, and the scimitar stabbed deep into the abdomen.

Now that it has been exposed, there is no need to hide its figures, more than a dozen black-clothed masked people fell from the tree, and the leader gave an order: "Seize the sword!" The voice was rough, apparently intentional, and the rest of the people held their swords and slashed towards the mark.

Jinji sneered and said, "It turned out that I came for the Ice Sword." Kill them! ”

The five warriors of this family drew their swords and rushed out, starting a melee with the black-clothed masked man. The cultivation of these black-clothed people is not weak, especially the person who is the leader, and the strongest cultivator among the five martial artists of this family is not his opponent.

The weapon of the leader is a sword, and the man who is the leader swings his sword and slashes at the leader, and the leader blocks it with a sword, and then the tip of the sword is slashed at the hand that holds the knife at the head of the sword. Fan Hu quickly retreated, and the leader came urgently, and Fan Hu took advantage of the opponent's move to jump to his side, and swung his sword again to the opponent's waist.

The other party turned over to avoid it, Fan Hu took the opportunity to cut it back, although the other party was in mid-air, he just twisted his body to avoid it, but the black scarf on his face was cut off, revealing his true face, it was actually a scar-faced warrior who was a family!

The leader was shocked, quickly raised his arm to cover his face, and ordered: "Withdraw!" "First of all, he spread out his body and strode forward, and soon ran away. The rest of the people followed and retreated as fast as they could.

Jin Ji looked at the direction in which the black-clothed masked man disappeared, his face was solemn, and he gritted his teeth and muttered to himself: "It's actually a person from the Cheng family." The anger in his voice was as hard as he could hide, and the chill in his eyes was extremely strong.

Guan Jinran wanted to say some words of comfort, but after all, he only let out a long sigh, patted Jinji's shoulder and said, "Brother Jin, it's getting late, we need to hurry as soon as possible." ”

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Yuntai Mountain and the sea of clouds are one of the famous landscapes of the Moming Kingdom. The clouds and mist of the mountains drift with the wind, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, sometimes whirling, sometimes stretching, from a high place, it is like the shore of the ******, the waves rise and fall, the waves splash, and the waves crash on the shore. And those mountain peaks shrouded in dense fog appear and disappear from time to time, layer upon layer, ethereal, like a fairyland. The real scene of the peak stone and the virtual scene of the sea of clouds are wonderfully coordinated, and the scenery of smoke and water is blurred, which is poetic, painting, and subtle beauty that is implicit but not revealed.

The morning sun is rising, and the morning light fills the sky. The sea of clouds in the morning light is like a picture of the fairy mountain Qiongge, which makes people seem to be beyond the mortal and enter a short, magical and wonderful fairyland.

Sitting on the highest mountain peak, looking down on the ever-changing sea of clouds, Cheng Yilang sat beside her.

Although she looked at the sea of clouds, her thoughts drifted back into the distance, and she couldn't help but recall the bits and pieces when she and Yang Yuzhan were together.

From the kind persuasion when they first met to the mercy under her sword, from the banquet of the Eagle family to the hairpin he gave her a dragon stone jade hairpin, from the bet of Wuji Sect to her birthday, from the Shenlong Valley to his departure...... The scenes of the past are still vivid, his doting, his teasing, his care, and his hot and wet kisses......

"Yang Yuzhan, have you really never loved me?" She muttered to herself. Looking at the sea of clouds under her feet, Jin Xiufu slowly pulled out the dragon stone hosta that Yang Yuzhan had given her, threw it into the sea of clouds angrily, stood up and shouted loudly: "Yang Yuzhan, I hate you!" I hate you......" Tears blurred her vision, and she had already burst into tears.

Cheng Yilang held her shoulders and said affectionately: "Miss Jin, give me a chance, I will love you well." ”

Jin Xiufu looked up at his affectionate face and took a step forward into his arms.