I can do it!

I'm okay!

I can't fall!

Chen Yifan only had faith left in his heart, telling himself that he could and could not fall, and once he fell, everything he did would be in vain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was not reconciled!

Holding a knife and carrying the wound, blood spilled, trembling and standing up, the ground was stained with countless blood, bit by bit, from the wound, on the body, and even from the soul, dripping down.

The decapitator was dyed red, not the blood of the enemy, but his own blood, sucking the blood of the master, the decapitator was screaming, Chen Yifan stood up and raised the decapitator with difficulty, the knife was very heavy, very heavy.

Chen Yifan, who had never had this kind of thought, at this moment, seemed to feel the weight of the beheading knife, his palms trembled, holding the handle of the knife, he could feel that the blade of the knife was about to fall to the ground at any time, swaying his body, his eyes were in a trance, and in a daze, he seemed to see his mother's figure.

He shook his head vigorously and shook off those unrealistic thoughts, he was not in Lingzhou, he was in Luodu, the capital of Daliang State.

Raising his head, baring his teeth, grinning, red blood stained his red and white teeth, looking seeping, full of blood, but he did not give up, insisted on standing up, raised the knife, and waved his last courage.

The decapitator is very slow, very slow, much slower than before, Cang Xiaoxiao's eyes looking at Chen Yifan gradually changed and became admirable, yes, she herself didn't know why she had this idea in her heart, how could her well-known apprentice admire a man.

Although she didn't believe her feelings, her eyes didn't deceive, she held the sword, the sweat penetrated her clothes, passed on to the sword, her eyes were in a trance, she didn't have the sharpness and disgust before.

He looked down on himself, although he was angry and even resentful of him, but looking at him at this moment, I don't know why, I always felt that there was a shareholder in his throat, he couldn't cough, he couldn't swallow.

It's very uncomfortable, it's unbearable.

Zhibai's sword light flickered, and the silver-white sword was still so fast and so ruthless.

Cutting Chen Yifan's arm took away a wave of blood, and the blood dripped from the sword's body, fell smoothly to the ground, and then returned to the invisible.

He stood in the darkness of the night, his sword was white, his clothes were white, and there was not a trace of blood.

He looked at him, his eyes unwavering, as calm as if nothing had happened.

Chen Yifan knelt down on his feet, a new wound appeared on it, the cut was larger than the others, sharper, much more painful, the nerve was severed, Chen Yifan touched the ground with one knee, so cold, so hard.

Bitter, uncomfortable, the beheading knife was stuck in the ground, supporting his body that was about to fall, Chen Yifan knew that he had reached his limit and couldn't move.

He couldn't hold on, he really couldn't hold on.

In a trance, there were a lot of hallucinations, mother, brother, and foodie .......

He began to reminisce, reminiscing about the good life in Lingzhou, reminiscing about the good days spent with Old Man Huang, drinking together, chatting together, and burying those who died together.

His heartbeat gradually leveled off, as if everything had been frozen.

He looked down, at the ground, at his own decapitator.

The cold knife light was intimidating, and under the knife light, there was the red ghost of the beheader, he looked at it, and the decapitator, how could it not be looking at him.

Zhibai shook his head lightly, put his sword into the sheath, turned around and came to Cang Xiaoxiao's side, took the box, and left with his feet raised.

Their steps were very gentle, and no one dared to stop them as they walked through the courtyard.

Their backs, in the moonlight, look exquisite, beautiful, and terrifyingly cold.

They walked, walked, and then their bodies stopped.

"I'm not dead yet, am I?"

A dull roar with anger and persistence came out of Chen Yifan's mouth, like the last roar of a beast, he raised his head, his eyes were firmly fixed on Zhibai, there was no despair, no illusions, no memories, only strength.

He's alive!

He can still fight!

He didn't fall!

Chen Yifan held the decapitator, gritted his teeth, blood spurted out, he didn't frown, and he didn't cry out in pain.

He, Chen Yifan, stood up.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, he stood up, his tall back, looking extremely proud and staring at the moment.

Wei Qing's eyes were in a trance, looking at the back, his thoughts drifted to the Nine Heavens Cloud, perhaps, he would be the first person.

This idea, as soon as it appeared, could not be shaken off, even if it was a person as arrogant as him, he had to admit at this moment that this person was very strong, not only his strength, but also his spirit and heart.

Tough to everyone's surprise, Zhang Ding opened his mouth wide and looked at the man in front of him, this person was very strong, strong enough for them to see his back, but at this moment, his heart was thinking about another thing.

Why is he so strong?

A person's strength does not mean that his soul is strong, but if a person's heart is strong, then this person is definitely strong.

Lei Kun endured the pain, allowing himself to see his back, his demeanor, this person is crazy, crazy enough to do what they dare not do, alone, facing a master.

And this master is ten, or even a hundred, of the same that he cannot defeat.

Such a person is afraid and looks at him, but there are people who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and they challenge him, whether they are too naïve, or they .......

He didn't understand why he was so strong, maybe he .......

The three of them had different thoughts, looking at him, looking at him, observing him, to say that Chen Yifan at the beginning, the biggest shock to them was his bravery, and at this moment, it was his heart.

The mind is strong to a certain extent, it turns out to be so strong.

Zhibai turned around slowly, the wind couldn't change his face, the moonlight made his skin whiter, and the two sword eyebrows above his eyebrows got up slightly late, frowning in an inexplicable arc.

This may be the first time he has shown an expression other than ice, right?

He's cold, but he's also human.

"Zheng."

The sword was unsheathed again, bright, and under the moonlight, the sword was silvery-white.

A sword without impurities, paired with a white-clothed master, a perfect match.

Looking at these two people, there is only one thought in my heart, that is, he is invincible.

Cang Xiaoxiao stood aside sensibly, holding the box thrown out of his hand, he was finally serious.

Holding the sword in one hand, holding it with one hand, staring at Chen Yifan, his clothes came out of the wind, and the moonlight shrouded his body, at this moment, it was so beautiful.

Under the white, his sword moved slowly, the movements were very subtle, so that people could not see clearly, as if he was walking, and as if he was assassinating, when you felt in your heart that he was gone, he was really gone.

The bright light flickered, the moon in the sky, naughtily blinked his eyes, and in an instant, Chen Yifan moved, the beheading knife was on his neck, and a person slowly passed in front of him, and the sword swept past the knife.

Light as a swallow, so soft, so light, so light, feet on the ground, disappear in sight.

The wind came from behind him, Chen Yifan dodged his body, it was completely subconscious, he couldn't even see where he came from and how he attacked.

Or did he attack or not, he completely subconsciously dodged, the sword flew over his head, and in front of Chen Yifan, a person stood in front, holding a sword, pointing at him.

Quietly moving forward, Chen Yifan's body that had just bent down, the blade swept from behind, swept in front of Zhibai's eyes, Zhibai's eyes froze, the sword in his hand was withdrawn, and it was placed in front of him, blocking the sweeping beheading knife.

The decapitator is very heavy, very heavy, his strength is very strong, the first time he felt it, Zhibai took a step back, his brows frowned, this person is so strong.

The surprise in Zhibai's heart was only for a moment, and he quickly regained his composure, the sword swept past the beheader, and his body didn't know when it was gone, and it appeared again, already behind Chen Yifan.

"Poof."

On the arm, a mark appeared, the sword shook over it, and blood fell dripping.

It's not an opponent at all, and he hasn't even touched a single hair of the opponent, and the speed is so fast that he deserves to be a fast sword.

Topaz looked down at his arm, which was full of wounds, one after another, blood kept flowing, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale, like the white of the moon.

The body bent down, the decapitator supported the front, trembling, his eyes were in a trance, looking at him, looking at the decapitator, Chen Yifan felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

First-class, so terrifying.

First-class, it turned out to be unbeatable.

Victory, that's a joke, you can't even touch people's clothes, and you still overcome.

He spat out another mouthful of blood, and the depression in his heart was swept away, first-class, invincible, and at the same time irresistible.

The fast sword knows white, a sword, broke into the Golden Horse Temple, and there was no blood stained from it, and he was still white-clothed and snowy, which shows how terrifying his strength is.

Night peacock, four doors out, three people fell, countless monks in the Golden Horse Temple, died on the ground is not a few, he took his apprentices, took away the big Dan, so far, no one dares to go up.

Chen Yifan smiled bitterly: "First-class is really not something I can match." ”

Maybe it's ridicule, maybe it's ridicule, maybe it's sighing, maybe it's telling yourself that if you are not first-class, you can't be called a master.

Cang Xiaoxiao looked at Chen Yifan with a strange face, this man was the first person to propose a battle to his master over the years, although he didn't speak, he didn't say anything, but his movements, his expression, had proven everything.

Challenging her master, she had always thought it was impossible, unless it was equally first-class.

Even she herself didn't dare to challenge her master, and in the face of her master, the feeling of powerlessness and despair in her heart was unbearable for ordinary people.

Even if she can challenge other first-class masters and is not afraid of death, but in front of her master, under those cold eyes, she will be afraid and she will despair.

Chen Yifan is the first one in these years, the first one she has seen.

Challenge Master, and still be able to persist for so long, even if he is scarred, he is still persevering.

He is honorable!