Sikong Yang's words shook slowly in the air, and with his words, a grand and tragic picture emerged in front of the two of them, "Twenty years ago, I told Ye Zhiqiu's fortune, and it turned out to be ...... The fate of the Heavenly Scorn Lone Star ......"

Of course, Zhang Lingdao knew what the so-called Tiansha Lone Star was, Ke Tian Ke Earth, Ke Ren Keji, except for himself, all the people who were close to him would be killed by him.

But Ye Zhiqiu is the leader of the Imperial State, if he really has such a fate, theoretically everyone will be killed by him, how can he get such a great foundation?

In Sikong Yang's narration, he could see the extremely tragic and surging scene, even the sound of swords and swords lingered between his eyes and ears, and what appeared between thunder and lightning and pouring rain was a scene full of people being destroyed.

Zhang Lingdao seemed to see Ye Zhiqiu, the man who was extremely strong in front of them, for the first time with such a weak and helpless expression, although he still looked very young, but his current state had actually been shown a long time ago.

Of course, the Ye family also belongs to a wealthy family, just like the original Perak Hall, it can be regarded as a famous family, but on that thunderous and rainy night, everything came to naught.

A group of black-clothed people who came from nowhere, facing the Ye family, who were still in a state of ignorance at the time, was a massacre, accompanied by Sikong Yang's slow, deep and hoarse voice.

"The parents' palace is seven killings, and the parents are punished, and the whole door is destroyed!"

The sword light and sword shadow flashed in an instant, and along with these sword lights, there was also the vigorous burning flames, these flames directly burned the entire Ye Mansion, leaving only a corpse and a back that fled in a hurry.

Then the picture turned into a quiet and elegant scene, but it seemed to be the tranquility before the storm, and Zhang Lingdao seemed to be able to feel the surging killing intent in the intention of this story.

Sikong Yang's voice reappeared, "The husband and wife palace is a broken army, and the beloved is dying!" ”

This originally quiet and elegant scene suddenly turned again, and the young young man and beautiful girl in that scene suddenly became an uncle and a dead grave.

Zhang Lingdao was attracted by the picture formed by this voice, the person in the picture had become an old man, and it was Ye Zhiqiu with gray temples who turned his head to face him!

He suddenly woke up from this fantasy similar to a fantasy, the last time it brought people this feeling, it was Mr. Xiaodao, I didn't expect that there was such a person in the world, which could bring an alternative shock to the martial arts world!

Zhang Lingdao stared at Sikong Yang with some puzzled eyes, he really couldn't believe in such a person, and he would be afraid of Shangguan Xiaoxian, only Shangguan Xiaoxian still looked disdainful, Sikong Yang's origin in the rivers and lakes was very mysterious, and not many people knew his news clearly.

But since Sikong Yang had already told the story, it was impossible to choose to stop, and the voice of a person from the fairy world continued to depict the following scene.

It was on a broken bridge, it was still the young man Ye Zhiqiu, and there was a man in black standing opposite him, who was blocked by countless other people in black, fighting hard.

He was about to go to the rescue, when Sikong Yang's voice sounded again, "Brother Palace is a greedy wolf, and if you make friends, you will be implicated!" ”

It was originally just a battle against the water, but under the light of a heavenly thunder sword, it turned into a mortal situation that fell into the cliff, and he could only watch his brother die tragically in front of him.

Sikong Yang has already finished telling his story, he has actually only said a few words, but that strange expressiveness has already told all these stories clearly.

There was no other expression on his long-lived face, only some trance and gloom, and a little reminiscence.

Shangguan Xiaoxian only spoke silently at this time, like a person watching outside, and began to speak slowly, but her speed was much faster, and Zhang Lingdao could only listen to a rough idea.

"Yes! He searched for the whereabouts of the murderer for decades, not to avenge himself, but to seek justice for those who died innocently. ”

"The woman he loves dies along, and he will be called Guluan with his sword, and he will not leave for a moment!"

"It's one man and one sword, fighting for his brothers!"

Shangguan Xiaoxian only said these words, of course Zhang Lingdao would not have the previous feelings, but he seemed to be able to see the previously hurried and tired figure, inspired by these hatreds, trekking forward step by step.

From the helplessness and hesitation of the whole family being destroyed, to finally finding a glimmer of hope, and then to after such hope was completely extinguished, the melancholy and desolation in his heart, and then the death of the last best friend, made him fierce, one person and one sword, breaking into the enemy alliance!

It was also during this period of time that he changed from a green teenager to a middle-aged man with gray temples, and from an ordinary passerby who did not know the world to a great alliance leader who ruled the world!

Shangguan Xiaoxian's voice was still slowly appearing, and her object this time was still Sikong Yang, "You can't count Ye Zhiqiu as the alliance leader of the Imperial State now, and you can't count it, one day, this martial arts world is also in his pocket!" ”

She seemed to be extremely confident in Ye Zhiqiu, even she didn't have such confidence in herself, and her words were full of endless admiration, making Zhang Lingdao look at her with a peculiar gaze.

Shangguan Xiaoxian didn't have such respect for Ye Zhiqiu in his words before, but when his true feelings were revealed now, he couldn't help but tell the truth.

"The past is drifting, the life is bumpy, the Lord of the Ye League has been able to live until now, and he really has a strong heart!" Zhang Lingdao sighed in his heart, he originally thought that he would be able to inquire about the whereabouts of the white ghost umbrella this time, but what he heard was a shocking life past.

Sikong Yang nodded, and there was endless nostalgia in his eyes, "I didn't calculate what he said to me when he met Ye Zhiqiu again twenty years later!" ”

Zhang Lingdao fell into the scene at that time again, he saw a simple fortune teller, Sikong Yang was still dressed like this, and Ye Zhiqiu in front of him was already followed by a group of majestic people.

His whole person is like a sword that has been sharpened for a long time, although it is sharp, it is still faintly sharp, and his voice gradually comes hoarse from the distant time and space,

"If the real lone star is as ordered, Ye Mou, the only way to break it is to break it with a sword!"

"Bang dang!" Descending with this voice was Sikong Yang, who fell from his chair!