The dust of silence is blown away by the wind, leaving only the icy sadness, in this chaotic world, only the fittest can survive.

Life is withering, as tragic as a white moth to a fire. Fate is reincarnated again, turning into the joy of breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

A drop of heavy ink fell on the white silk, as if the pain that had been buried in the heart for a long time was finally vented unreservedly at the moment of breaking.

A bright red seal fell, and in this endless night, whose fate will be swallowed up in the dark night.

The lonely lamp is like a bean, and he is dressed in clean white, but he can't erase the hatred that permeates his eyes.

A hand, gently caressing his shoulder, with a hint of persuasion in his words, although this moment should not have been.

"Xu'er, do you really want to do this?"

"Mother, since childhood, the child has never begged you for anything, but today the child begs you, just allow the child to indulge!"

"No regrets—?"

"Son, no regrets!"

A bright red vermilion batch, a delicate and small seal, the once famous [dark night] will come to the world again.

"Thank you mother!" He knelt down in front of his mother and thanked him deeply.

Compassion and pampering are different, the child in front of him is no longer a child, and he should have his own way in the future. The mother smiled gently, and the small seal was left on the desk, and the ink on the bright red red pen had not yet dried.

Zhang Xu's eyes were for a while, his mother really let go, and she was relieved, and she helped the delicate crown on her head, and from this moment on, the lives of all the clansmen in Mingyue City were tied to him alone.

The long sleeves dance, the lights go out, the killing in the dark night, no blood is returned!

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In the deep darkness of the night, the starlight spread over the dense dark clouds, quietly coming into the world through those tiny gaps.

Silver shadows streaked beneath the ink clouds, like lightning flickering between them.

In the middle of the move, the pitch-black sheath enveloped the cold light, and the killing power of Sen Ran inadvertently overflowed from the long knife behind him.

Opening his eyes slightly, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Yan Hong's mouth, and after waiting for three days, he finally couldn't hold his breath Zhang Xu.

The Night Killer Group is really exciting, in this heavily guarded palace, what kind of strength can you show in front of my eyes?

It is rumored that the killer feature of Bright Moon City, I hope it can really make this son overflowing, otherwise there will be no value in continuing.

Standing up, carefully arranging his robe, looking at the nine long swords hanging on the wall, his fingertips roaming among them.

After a while, he finally stopped, the silver scabbard and silver hilt looked like an extremely narrow rectangle from the outside.

The most conspicuous thing is that the sapphire set in the middle of the hilt of the sword should be said to be inlaid on the left and right, with red on the left and blue on the right.

Red and blue, with the silver of the whole body, it is like a strange beast with its eyes open, who is ready to choose people to eat.

The sword came out of the sheath, and the red and blue sword flashed together, as fast as thunder, the sword light fell, and the blood had stained the originally clean white wall, and a human head rose to the sky!

Shocking! It is the name of this sword, the Yin and Yang family has devoted all their resources to the sword tailored for Yan Hong, and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi personally said it when he handed over the long sword to Yan Hong that day.

"Compared to [Tianwen], it is even better!"

"Late in the microscopic stage?" Looking at the corpse lying in front of him, Yan Hong leaned comfortably on the railing of the corridor, carefully wiping the blood on the blade with a silk scarf.

Inexplicably, thinking of the [Longquan] that was lost in Wei Zhuang's hands, I couldn't help but feel some nostalgia in my heart, "If one day, your shark tooth ...... Broken, what kind of expression will you have? I'm really looking forward to it! ”

The dream-like whispers in his mouth could only be heard by Yan Hong himself, looking at the speeding figure not far away, Yan Hong couldn't help but shake his head, "Zhang Xu, Zhang Xu, if your dark night is only at this level, then today will be really boring!" ”

Although he said regret in his tone, his eyes were unusually calm, the [dark night] of the famous Yijiazi was definitely not like this, Yan Hong was waiting, waiting for the moment when the blade was really unsheathed!

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As the commotion arose, a wisp of smoke slowly rose between the houses.

"It seems that playing with fire!"

With his right hand propped up on the railing of the cloister, he half-bowed, and then leaped up, and the next second he reached the tip of the tree.

I watched quietly as the fire below grew stronger, the color of the smoke became thicker and thicker, and from time to time there were screams and coughs from below.

"Under the cover of darkness, it turns out that life is so fragile."

An elegant voice suddenly sounded in Yan Hong's ears, and when he turned his head, it turned out that he didn't know when, Shao Siming had already danced and landed on a thin leaf.

When the bell rang lightly and the long skirt fluttered, it showed an infinitely beautiful posture, and the eyes flowed, and the face under the veil was still so hazy. "You're here......" "I've been looking for you for a long time, so you're here."

Looking at the bewitching [Shocking] sword in Yan Hong's hand, Shao Siming's brows moved, and it seemed to be a smiling expression in a trance.

The jade lips opened lightly, and the voice was ethereal and distant, "Tonight, do you want to drink blood?" ”

"No...... It's already drinking blood! Yan Hong held [Jinghong] in his arms with both hands and said solemnly.

"Oh? It seems that there are already self-conscious guys just now, who have come to trouble you, [Jinghong]...... I'm really looking forward to when it comes to the forefront. ”

"It's not tonight, but I'm sure I'll wake up soon!"

As the words fell, Yan Hong and Shao Siming jumped out side by side, their long dark red hair and purple hair complementing each other, and the turquoise leaves reflected the swift sword, which complemented each other so well.

Every time she struck, a person fell in front of her, and every time she swung her sword, life dissipated beside him.

Qualityless, formless, powerless, immovable, every move and every style has been simplified, in the ordinary, but contains the truth of the Tao, [Tianyi] after the [Qitian], the unity of heaven and man, open the door of the Tao, Qitian!

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, their eyes flashing with joy, the improvement of cultivation is a thing worth celebrating for every martial artist.

The intersection of red and purple, the instantaneous transformation of shape, there is only a bright passage in front of their eyes, and all those who stand in their way will disappear into the world.

The subtlety and enlightenment are no longer the difference between the amount of internal force, but the gap between the mortal and the Tao.

The darkness became thicker and thicker, and the starlight was gone, and the two fell to the ground side by side, but in front of them, there was a red sky, and in this square inch, the firelight dispelled the darkness and dyed it as red as blood!