I heard Qishan mourn and scream: "Nandi! ”

Even more cold, he burst his heart and screamed: "Father! ”

I heard the cry of "Engong" crying out again: "Mirage! ”

I heard Zixiao and Zi Yao exclaim in pain: "Princess Di! ”

It's too late to say anything.

What's more, Qinghe looked at the "flying dragon in the sky", dementia, confused, and didn't hear anything. Feeling a huge force, he rose into the air and flew towards his lover like a cloud.

She was full of joy and trembling, and looked straight at him: the elegant figure, the flying eyes, the dreamy love, and couldn't help crying with joy: "Aaron! ”

Joy to the extreme, joy to the extreme, suddenly felt the wind struck, like a mountain and a sea, as sharp as the sky and the earth cracked. Suddenly, she didn't expect it, and she was hit by thunder in the chest. This feeling is hotter than flames, colder than ice, alternating between hot and cold, suffocating, and unreachable.

was extremely happy and painful, and looked at "Flying Dragon in the Sky" in a daze, and was even more puzzled: why did Ah Long's face twitch and twist? Why does Aaron's love breed hatred? Why did the people of Aaron become enemies?

Between the confusion and confusion, the sky is spinning, and the stars are moving. Ignorant and incomprehensible, the five are reversed, and the universe is confused. In a trance, the back heart becomes the front heart, and the past becomes the future life.

Looking up, the heavens and the earth are retrograde, the sun and the moon are gathered, and the sky is red, like a fire, covering the earth. Looking down, the earth floated into the blue sky, the blue sky turned into white clouds, the white clouds froze into glaciers, and the snow water flowed to the blood-colored sky.

At this moment, there is no joy, no more obsession, only unspeakable regret, only endless regret: "Aaron, I'm sorry, I didn't protect myself." If I want to find you again in this life, I can't do anything! ”

There are thousands of words in my heart, and I can no longer say a word in my mouth: "A thousand regrets, regrets should not have no eyes, not be unladylike, and mistake the enemy for you!" ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" turned sharply to the blade of the sword, but the two sword qi of ice and fire shot out wildly, and it was difficult to recover it. Seeing the dying green lotus fall to the ground, he was stunned, his face was like ashes: it was too late to regret everything.

The pain was extreme, only to feel the blood gurgling, rushing out of the broken chest, ravaging the limbs, invading the internal organs, destroying every inch of muscles and bones, and corroding every inch of skin.

The southern and northern wars have been fought for more than ten years, and the bloody rain has been more than ten years. The danger of birth and death, the love of life and death; The heart-rending pain, the pain that destroys the liver and gall; The hatred of Mount Tai and the regret of overwhelming mountains and seas, compared with today, can be burned, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

For a moment, he couldn't hear Jin Ge's contention, and he couldn't see the sword light. Because I don't want to hear anything other than her words. Because I don't want to have any other memories except her eyes. However, the voice he wanted to hear the most, the memory he wanted most, had been destroyed by his own hands.

Remorse cannot be contained, it can only be contained. Grief cannot be withheld, only endured.

Qishan looked at Qinghe, sad about the past, vividly, Wuji's pain was accompanied by the pathos of renunciation, and he could hardly help himself: "Nandi! I have failed to protect you! ”

Han Xingxing knew that he had no skills to return to the sky, and he just wanted to pounce forward and leave her last breath. However, at the moment of the great enemy, he could only look at each other in a daze, and only said one word in his heart: "Nandi!" I'm sorry! I've hurt you again! ”

Hearing the fierce wind, it was Qishan who was extremely angry, desperate, and hit him with a palm in the air: "Beast!" Give me back my Nandi! ”

The cold was startled and flew away.

Zi Xiao looked at Han Kai, a pair of eyes, which could no longer hide the hatred that had been hidden for seventeen years; A face that has long been unable to control the resentment that has been suppressed for seventeen years. Shennong's scimitar was wrapped around the flame dragon, and it was like a lightning bolt, attacking in an instant.

Han Kai was in infinite panic, and he rose up with the strength of his life, and flew to dodge again.

At this moment, the wind suddenly rose, Tianquan's right hand was raised, and a seven-star needle, as fast as a sharp arrow, shot at lightning. In an instant, the cold opened his throat.

The cold fell on the ground, and the green lotus was just within reach. He smiled and held her in his arms.

At that moment, everyone looked at each other in a daze, only feeling weird.

He doesn't seem to be dying, but like being reborn, his eyes are full of infinite happiness and infinite obsession. He took off the blood-stained jade flute from his neck and put it on for her with his own hands.

Looking at each other for a moment, but it seems like a lifetime. A call, from the bottom of my heart, so whimpering, so miserable and confused, although it is close in front of me, it seems to be far away in the sky: "Nandi! Only when you are dying do you know that the country is thousands of miles, it is better for you to smile and show your beauty. This is your jade flute, return it today, take this as a letter, let's see you in the next life! ”

After finishing speaking, his eyes were scattered, and he fell down with a bang, and his soul flew to the east and scattered in the west.

Everything happened in an instant, and the cold wave was not enough to save each other. finally reacted, flew to his son, hugged him in his arms full of sorrow, and shouted bitterly: "Ah Kai! ”

Reaching out to sniff, he was already exhausted. Deng Shi mourned, and then became angry: "Bo wins!" Heavenly power! Strange Mountain! Purple Xiao! Dragon Demon! Kill my beloved son! Bad plan! I can't share the sky with you! ”

Qishan was not slack, he tried his best to volley, Shennong's sword attacked quickly, took advantage of the enemy to dodge, and snatched the Qinghe who was hanging by a thread.

Hanbo put down his beloved son, his eyes were red red, and his pupils were filled with blood, and he couldn't wait to cut off the enemy's knife and sword, and he couldn't wait to divide the enemy's five horses into corpses and break the corpses into thousands of pieces. Leap up and lead the crowd to attack. The cold sword swept through the blood bees, like a mad tiger, and attacked angrily.

Looking at the field again, the cold sword is dignified, the cold needle is hot, the blood bees are flying, the cold fog is filled, and the killing machines are everywhere.

Until I remember that the heavy responsibility is on my shoulders, there must be no mistake; until I remember that the strong enemy is on the side, like a wolf and a tiger; It wasn't until I remembered that there was a lot of danger, but there was a bad pool, and there was no recovery, and "Flying Dragon in the Sky" was able to let go of sorrow and regain strength: "Senior brother in charge, go away!" After the next self-dedicated! ”

After finishing speaking, he rose up, the flying dragon sword was electric and flint, and the wind splitting palm was thunderous.

Qishan hugged Qinghe, lifted his feet and flew vertically, grabbed the door, and shouted: "Thank you brother for breaking the siege!" Retribution in the next life! ”

"Engong" and "Shennong Double Knife" didn't say much, protecting Qishan's side and rushing outward.

The great event of Tianquan has been over, and thinking of the safety of the nine kings, he flew to the top of the garden.

As soon as Qishan jumped out of the door, he saw a hundred disciples of Han Feng and Jinsai rushing in like a tide, raising swords and guns at the same time, and ten thousand arrows were fired at the same time.

His heart was like oil, but his forehead was hot, his hands and feet were cold, and he was powerless to resist. Just as they were anxious, the three of Zixiao were as fast as thunder, swinging their scimitars, dancing their long swords, pushing away the rain of carved arrows, and working together to break out of a bloody path.

Taking advantage of the fact that the three of Zixiao were covering behind them, Qishan exerted his strength at his feet, ran at great speed, and finally escaped from the encirclement. Rushed to the Liangqing Gate of Pucheng, drilled into Yuhua Mountain in the west of the city, and hid in the depths of the jungle.

At this moment, Qishan had internal colic, his four bodies were cold, and cold sweat flowed straight down. I want luck to force poison, but I can't do it. Zhou was up and down, the cold invaded, and the gathering became thicker and thicker, and he was no longer able to hold on, and he knelt on the ground.

looked down into his arms, but saw that Qinghe's face was pale, trembling all over, and his life was on the verge of death.

Qishan finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "Little girl, is your mother Nandi?" ”

The cold to the bones, the burning heat, the pain of the heart, spread all over the body. One moment she was unconscious, the next moment awake; covered in blood, frozen into ice; Inch by inch of skin, burned to ashes.

A moment of life and death, inspiring this life. Struggled to open her eyes, a white-clothed beauty in a trance, holding a jade flute, flying in Yuhua Mountain. The melodious flute sound rings in the ears, fresh and graceful, and touching.

Unable to suppress her trembling, she looked at the flute beauty and cried out with infinite sorrow: "Mother! ”

Qishan's face was as pale as paper, and his hands holding Qinghe trembled even more: "Nandi!" Are you the daughter of Nandi? Is your mother really still alive? Where is she? ”

Qinghe stared at the strange mountain, his face full of sadness: "Two people who are about to die can have a soul in their hearts and remember the same person - my mother in this life." ”

When I think about it like this, I feel that my heart suddenly froze, sinking deeper and deeper, and falling into hell; Suddenly, the fire burned, rising higher and higher, flying to the sky: "Nanyu! Joy City! Pity! We'll never see each other again! ”

Qishan looked at her in a daze, his face was full of sorrow, almost heartbroken, and he whispered:

The rugged road is thousands of miles, and the sound of the flute is thousands of times. The tears of the gentleman, the bitterness of the faint emperor.

The empty mountain is lonely, and there is nowhere to complain. Thinking about it for 17 years, the love is deeper.

The jade flute is helpless, and the spring breeze is even worse. After 17 years of hard work, who will protect each other?

Sijun looked at the tears and candles, and Nianjun was difficult to care about. Sadness and parting in this life, accompanied by flute dance in the next life.