Under the silent night sky, violent fluctuations spread in the air in bursts, and the thick stone dust on the ground rose one after another, forming a huge range of smoke, obscuring the field of vision, and only vaguely saw that there were two figures fighting endlessly in the center of the smoke, and at the same time, with a series of cold lights flashing one after another, the sound of gold and non-gold fighting also continued to come out, and the sound was extremely urgent, obviously the battle was very fierce. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in the midst of such a fierce battle, there was still a laughing and cold voice.

"Ono, when did you like fighting with pure martial arts so much? This is a waste of time, how fast is it to use spells? ”

"What are you doing?"

"Of course it's my business, if you don't do your best, I won't be happy if I win!"

"Win me? It's up to you? ”

"Tsk, look at your attitude, it seems that you forgot the wound on your chest, right?"

"Hmph, each other."

This voice was full of sarcasm, and Wen Yanming seemed to laugh.

"Yes, I was hurt by you at that time, and it wasn't until yesterday that I was finally healed...... You're really ruthless. But you seem to have forgotten, Ono, that injury was not caused by you with martial arts, right? ”

The sound of the blades clashing sounded fiercely, and Liu Yuanhua sneered: "Then you can try the long sword in my hand this time?" ”

The cold light was sudden, and the figure in the smoke flexibly dodged and moved, and at the same time, the laughter added a bit of banter: "I thought, but unfortunately, your Qingshuang Sword alone doesn't seem to be able to hurt me...... Ono, you're getting weaker. ”

"Weak?"

With a sneer, Liu Yuanhua's figure flickered, and suddenly missed Ming outside the battle circle, the sound of blade clashing stopped, and the heavy gray powder stirred up slowly faded under the night wind, looking at Ming who gradually appeared from the smoke, Liu Yuanhua's wrist shook slightly, shaking off all the bright blood beads on the frost-like sword, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was extremely ironic.

"Who is getting weaker?"

Ming Wenyan, who was about to catch up with the strange-shaped short whip in his hand, couldn't help but be stunned, and then suddenly felt a hot and sharp pain on his shoulder, and the smell of blood filled the tip of his nose, and he didn't need to look to know that there was definitely a deep visible bone, but he didn't care about the wound, but couldn't help but smile happily.

"Huh! Interesting, interesting! ”

The undisguised excitement added a bit of gloom to Liu Yuanhua's eyes, and his voice was cold: "Interesting? Hmph, I don't even want to see you again. ”

Shaking the double whip in his hand, Ming smiled and bent his eyes: "What? Still holding a grudge against what happened thousands of years ago? Ono, why didn't you see you being so stingy before? ”

The fluttering words made the calm Liu Yuanhua's face sink suddenly, and in the next moment, his body shot out suddenly like a sharp arrow, and the Qingshuang Sword in his hand burst out with a compelling cold glow, straight to Ming's throat.

"'Stingy'? Tell me what you've done! ”

The cold voice full of anger suddenly exploded, and the sharp tip of the sword had already pierced Ming's throat, but Liu Yuanhua felt that it was empty at the touch, and immediately unloaded the momentum with a backhand, and then withdrew his hand and retreated, almost at the same time, two whip shadows wrapped in white light fell heavily, leaving two ravines more than two meters long where Liu Yuanhua was a moment ago.

"What was done? I just killed an eyesore human, as we usually do. ”

Whipping up the side, ready to go, Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Liu Yuanhua who was standing a few steps away, his expression was as light as his tone, but Liu Yuanhua's face was gloomy as never before, and there was even a terrible snowstorm in his cold eyes, and his voice was like a lone wolf howling.

"But the 'eyesore' you call is my 'most important person'!"

Roars echoed in the silent night sky, and the sound was terrible, and the blood was wept in grief.

Through the relentless torrent of time, it seems that you can see that on that day thousands of years ago, the pervasive mourning.

The smile slowly faded, and Ming looked at Liu Yuanhua, the corners of his lips turned down with disdain: "Xiao Ye, you are a demon, how can you be emotional about humble humans?" Why did I pick that woman, isn't it just to cut off this emotion that shouldn't exist for you? Why don't you understand? ”

“…… I don't understand anything...... It's you! ”

As the monstrous anger poured out, the tyrannical aura could no longer be suppressed, and in an instant, it covered the entire clearing like a tornado, and even the flames protecting Cang Yan and Cang Hu a hundred meters away shook suddenly, like a broken candle in the wind.

The clear night sky suddenly fell a thunderbolt, as soon as it landed, it rose more than three zhang high thunder fire, the air was suddenly distorted by the violent high temperature, and the flames continued to make a huge rumbling sound, and after a while, it was overwhelming towards the bright, like a fierce roaring dragon and tiger beast.

The face that has been understated finally showed solemnity, Ming's palm turned over and put away the double whip, but the hand lit up with a bright yellow light, as the handprint flew quickly into some strange animal shape, before it could see clearly, it was already drowned by the flickering and roaring thunder fire, and suddenly the rumbling sound was loud, as if the thunder exploded on the ground, but it couldn't hide a word that was not too loud.

"You're so ugly to be angry about a dead man from a thousand years ago......

The voice carried a hint of disappointment and sadness, as if lamenting his friend's misdirection, but Liu Yuanhua only felt a thicker rage.

In the next moment, the bright yellow light broke free from the shackles of the thunder fire and jumped out, looking at the Ming who was unharmed, but showed the original form of a white-tailed long-eared red fox, Liu Yuanhua's eyes were already terrifyingly cold.

Even if he could suppress the hatred in his heart and obey Canghu's words and let Zhu Ji go, he didn't intend to let Ming go.

A thousand years ago, he only knew about killing and death, but he finally found that man, he thought that he could finally get away from the world that tired him and return to his former peace, but before he could smile again, he lost everything again.

What took all this away was his "best friend" who lived and died with him, Ming.

He knew that Ming's sudden move on "her" was largely due to the prodding of several ill-intentioned demons around Ming, including Zhu Ji.

He knew it all along.

But so what?

Instigation is a sin, so isn't it a sin to accept this instigation and put it into action without hesitation?

How is it possible to forgive?

On that day, a great battle shook the world, and in the end, both sides were defeated, and the two never interacted again.

He didn't kill Ming.

It's not because he doesn't want to kill, it's not because he can't kill it, it's just because he owes Ming a life.

But today, he doesn't owe anything anymore.

What about the "old feud" of a thousand years ago? The hatred in his heart has never faded by half a point, and it cannot fade away, but it will only become stronger and stronger due to the passage of time.

The anger was rolling and burning, and the thunder fire that had lost its target quickly gathered to his side, Liu Yuanhua did not hesitate to take the thunder fire and pounced on the Ming who showed his original form, every move was a fatal move, and although Ming had no human form, his action reaction was more agile and swift than before, dexterously dodging and counterattacking, and the spell light flickered non-stop, and he was also merciless.

The natural spiritual power shook the storm, and the things around it turned into dust one by one, and the heavens and earth flickered and roared, obscuring the stars, turning day and night upside down, as if the heavens and the earth were about to be destroyed.

Just like the war a thousand years ago.

But the difference is that this time, Liu Yuanhua is not alone.

Seeing that the battle situation was getting more and more intense, but it was stalemate, and the gorgeous flames that had been silent suddenly turned into dazzling golden, and they did not join the battle circle, but they just jumped in place and burned quietly, but Ming Zai, who was facing this side, had a sense of fear that his soul was about to leave his body in an instant, and he was fighting with Liu Yuanhua with a spell, and he suddenly trembled slightly unconsciously, revealing some flaws.

He was already on par with Liu Yuanhua, even if there were only "few" flaws, it was enough to make this battle a decisive victory.

The Qingshuang sword wrapped around the thunder fire pierced the protective shield, and it sank deep into Ming's back, and suddenly the blood splashed over, and Ming immediately counterattacked with a spell after a slight pause, and at the same time, while Liu Yuanhua dodged, the distance between the two sides was widened, and a wound that pierced into it along the back was bloody, and even the white vertebrae inside could be seen, which was extremely terrifying.

Mingdun felt that his breath was sluggish, and it was difficult for spells to gather, so he gritted his teeth secretly, and suddenly released a bright yellow arrow rain to Liu Yuanhua, who had a bright red color in his eyes, Liu Yuanhua immediately met it with thunder and fire, and suddenly caused a deafening crackling sound, and after all the light arrows were swept away, there was no trace of Ming, and there was not even a trace of it.

Liu Yuanhua's brows were furrowed, his eyes were stormy, his hands were clenched, his knuckles were so hard that he was white, and he almost crushed the hilt of the Qingshuang Sword.

Quietly asked Cang Yan, who was acting without permission, to put away Bi Fang Jinyan, Cang Hu hesitated, but walked over gently.

"Yuanhua, I have to tell you about this. Ming ......"

Just because of this one word, the aura instantly became harsh, so Canghu's voice couldn't help but stagnate slightly, looking at the cold figure, she sighed in her heart, and still spoke softly.

"I'm afraid he's already dead."