After being silent for a long time, Ke Murong opened his mouth, his tone was quiet, and the wind suddenly rose in the prison, causing the branches of the ink tree to shake slightly, and a faint fragrance of ink really floated out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It matters ... The important thing is that I want to trap you here, for the rest of your life. When the words fell, an ink rain fell from the ink tree, and the drops on the body disappeared in an instant.

I looked at the rain of ink hidden on the back of my hand and said, "I'm going to avenge them." ”

"It's just a search for death."

"But not in vain."

"Death in short!"

"It's better than life, it's better to die than to live!"

The two of us came and went, and neither of them would back down and talk, until they said it to death, and then fell silent again.

The ink rain became even bigger, and one drop after another disappeared on the body, but the color of the ink tree did not fade.

"But what else do you have to say?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Can you die at my hands?" Ke Murong asked as he stood up.

I blinked my eyes and looked at the hem of his clothes swinging as he got up, and sighed in my heart, the two of us were finally about to come to this step where swords collide and life and death face each other.

retracted his gaze and raised his hand to erase the ink rain on the back of his hand that had not yet disappeared, but when he was about to make contact, the ink rain had already disappeared.

After touching the air with his fingers, he continued to fall downward, and after swiping on the back of his hand, he stood up.

Turning to look at Ke Murong, he seemed to be blended with this ink tree, like a beautiful painting.

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you." As I spoke, I took out the Ghost King's sword and pointed at him, only three steps away from the tip of the sword stabbing him in the heart.

For a while, the ink rain that was dripping down just now was a little louder at the moment, and the sound of hitting the ghost king's sword was very good, and it became the only sound in this prison.

I watched the rain of ink that slipped down from the Ghost King's sword did not disappear on the Ghost King's sword, but fell to the ground before dissipating.

"Let's do it." I spoke.

Ke Murong closed his eyes and waved his hand, and the ink tree behind him moved like a broken bamboo.

The scene that had been quiet and picturesque just now had turned into a violent scene.

The branches of the ink tree were like the softest and hardest whip, the sharpest long sword, the sharpest stick, and the most fierce hammer, overwhelming me without any mercy.

There are also endless little ink rains, which block the view from time to time.

Ke Murong stood in front of the tree trunk and looked at me expressionlessly as if he was out of the woods.

With a single sword, I slashed the branches of the trees that were coming at my door, and the ink spurted out, and I said, "In the old days, young people had good dreams. ”

As soon as the law came, all the big ink was blocked, and it fell to the ground with a weak clatter, and then gathered together again, condensed into the shape of a tree branch, and attacked me again.

I raised my foot and smashed the branch again before it could shoot at me, and the branch that had just been erected was trampled in all directions.

Another sword slashed a branch, and I continued, "Wind and rain can also be free. ”

The ink rain in front of him fell again, and there was still one step away from Ke Murong!

The branch that had been trampled on before condensed again, shot at me from behind, and with a backhand swing of the sword, the branch shattered into a rain of ink, falling like a waterfall.

I stared intently at Ke Murong, who was still inactive, and continued, "Goodbye hate two roads." ”

With the last step, the branches of the trees behind me shot at me like ten thousand arrows, and before they arrived, they had already blown my clothes.

This time, I didn't go back to the sword to resist, looking at Ke Murong who was gradually smiling, I didn't hesitate to stab the Ghost King Sword at him.

A drop of ink rain brushed the tip of the sword and fell, half of it fell, and half of it remained on the tip of the sword, and before it slipped down, the tip of the sword was already against Ke Murong's chest.

Ke Murong's smile spread completely, not caring at all about the Ghost King Sword in front of his chest, just looking at me gently.

The ten thousand arrow branches behind him had already touched his clothes, but the sword against Ke Murong's chest still did not move forward, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was clutched tightly, and the green tendons seemed to be about to break through the flesh!

"I remember, there's one more important thing." Ke Murong suddenly spoke, and the branches behind me also stopped with his words.

"Say, I remember." I said in a hoarse voice.

Ke Murong smiled even more brightly, he didn't speak, but raised his hand to hold the Ghost King Sword against his chest, and the sharp blade instantly cut through his palm, and the bright red blood mixed with the ink rain fell down drop by drop.

I looked at his sudden movements, my pupils shrank sharply, and my hand couldn't help but tremble, if it weren't for Ke Murong He was holding the Ghost King Sword, I was afraid that this sword would have fallen.

Ke Murong didn't seem to feel pain, so he stepped towards me with his sword in his hand.

Because of his movements, the Ghost King Sword that was still against his chest before had already pierced a small part of it at this time, and the blood quickly soaked the clothes on his chest.

The branches behind me scattered and turned into rain and fell down again.

My eyes were open as if I had been frozen, and the red and black in front of me were a little indistinguishable.

I saw Ke Murong step by step, step after step, the entire body of the Ghost King Sword passed through his chest, and I was only an arm's length away from him, separated by the hilt of the Ghost King Sword.

His bloody hand finally grazed the blade of the sword, came to the hilt, and covered my hand little by little.

Xu was because of the blood, his hands were extremely hot, but his face was extremely pale.

I saw him blink, his eyelashes trembling, gasping for air, and watching my gaze gradually drift away.

The ink rain was falling endlessly, but the color of the ink tree seemed to have faded, and it had dissipated at a very fast speed.

Ke Murong insisted on continuing to walk towards me, his arm bent over little by little, and the distance of this arm became closer and closer, and the blood fell on the way he came, and the ink rain fell next to the bright red blood and dissipated.

His hand was on his chest, along with the blood that flowed from him.

The distance of breath was audible as the two of us had never been, and his face was already pale, and his chest was heaving and panting.

The hand was removed from my hand and touched my face, it was not hot, it was already cold.

I didn't cry, it was as if my tears had dried up, and after all these years, this time I was no longer a sealed soul, but I still had no tears.

I saw Ke Murong slowly lower his head, and his cold lips were imprinted on my forehead, exhaling a warm and irregular breath.

Only listen to his voice, gentle and weak.

"My heart lives and dies to you." When the words fell, there was no sound, and the hand on the face lost its strength and began to fall downward.

I hurriedly grabbed his hand, and with the other hand, I hugged him, and my head was against his chest, but only the blood on my face and my body were gradually cold, and I couldn't suppress the trembling.

In the old days, young people had good dreams

Wind and rain can also be escaped

Goodbye hate two ways

My heart lives and dies to you (to be continued.) )