In the picture, Qin Yue was fleeing with blood, his hair was scattered, a trace of blood was stained on the corner of his mouth, and the color of his green clothes had no longer changed, and he was covered by shocking dark red blood, as if a layer of dark red paint was smeared on top of the blue robe.

The fusion of cyan and red forms a cyan red that blends cyan with red.

Qin Yue, covered by the blue and red robe, was already scarred, with hundreds of wounds on his body, there were knives, swords,....., the sword he wore on his belt was only the hilt, the sword body was held in his hand, and there was blood stains on it, I don't know how many people's blood he drank, I don't know how many people became the souls under the sword.

The sharp sword was not only covered with blood, but also had tiny notches.

If someone takes a closer look, they can see that the silver-white blade is no longer sharp, full of fine and dense gaps, and a trace of spider-like cracks spread over the entire silver-white sword body, as if it will be shattered into heartbreaking pieces in the next moment.

But the spirit sword full of cracks seems to know that it holds the mind of its master, even if its body is full of dense gaps and cracks, it does not bend, he does not break, it wants to show the last grace of being the king of a hundred soldiers.

(The head of a hundred soldiers [ancestor] - stick.)

The King of Soldiers [Thief] - Gun

The Emperor of a Hundred Soldiers - Sword

The courage of a hundred soldiers [handsome] - a knife

The Tyrant of a Hundred Soldiers [Kui] - Halberd

....... ）

Even if a person has been seriously injured, even if the spirit sword has been covered with dense cracks, it is better to bend than bend, and to bloom the last and most brilliant brilliance!

Qin Yue was originally on the run, but the shadow of a moth fighting the fire flashed in his consciousness.

He stopped, his face grim, and his eyes looked into the distance with murderous intent in his eyes.

There was a strong bloody aura on his body, telling his story, leaving drops of bright red blood under his feet, which continued to drip on the ground.

That Miaoman's figure, the praying mantis blocked the car, and ended his life.

Qin Yue's eyes revealed a trace of distant artistic conception and an unforgettable sadness, eating his mind.

What is a man?

What does it mean to stand up to the sky?

What is a manhood?

What is a man who stands up to the sky?

He tried to ask him that he was far from reaching, he didn't want to be on the run, the world was so big, and suddenly he gave birth to a situation that he couldn't tolerate.

looked at the masked cheeks, the eyes of affection, and the words that made my heart instantly unstable.

"Asking what the love of the world is, directly teaching life and death, and getting acquainted with you, is the hard thing of the concubine.

I hope you are well, or the concubine will die without turning a blind eye! ”

"Flowers bloom and fall, and fallen leaves return to their roots, but the concubine is not a person of this world like Jun."

She was calm, but very miserable, she slowly dissipated in mid-air under the blow of her real person, and her last eyes looked at Qin Yue affectionately.

She wants to keep Qin Yue's handsome face in her heart forever.

The voice is long and crisp, she is very calm, some are just reluctant and attached to her hometown, life is just a dream, for her the first twenty years is a calm and peaceful dream, and the back is a nightmare of displacement, life involuntarily.

Qin Yue's deep starry eyes were filled with mist, and two lines of tears mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks.

He looked up to the sky and sighed:

"I, Qin Yue, how can I let Mushroom Liang help with my life."

"I, how can Qin Yue be like this!"

His trembling hands gripped the sword tightly.

The sword is born at will.

"Life is just a dream, what about waking up from a dream, the sword is wielded, even if it is like a moth to a fire, so what."

"Hahaha! Jiedan Zhenren, so what, Lao Tzu doesn't care. ”

Qin Yue's eyes touched the last of the Qianying's eyes, he went crazy, he laughed.

He knew he was missing out on a good, nice girl.

She's dead

She died for herself,

But I don't know who she really is.

Very bastard! It's scum!

His mind was filled with tyranny, and his eyes were covered in blood.

The brother died, the sect was shattered, the disciple was scattered, the death of the dead, and the red face dissipated........... What if he Qin Yue was crazy.

What if you go crazy, if your heart is dead, then you are really dead.

"I'm sorry."

"If there is an afterlife, Qin Yue will definitely give an explanation to Mushroom Liang, and I will meet you again in hell in this life!"

"Wait for me!"

His handsome face had two dry blood streaks on it, and he lowered his head instead and looked straight ahead.

Blood was gradually flowing out of the capillaries of his body, Qin Yue clearly sensed that his life was slowly passing, his life was not worthy of praise, he was walking a path that he could not choose, and he could only walk forward slowly with his scalp stunned at the beginning.

He, like many people, walked on the road in a daze, without any bold words that made people feel like top guns, only deep helplessness, deep powerlessness, and people with familiar faces gradually passed away in front of his eyes.

"This sense of powerlessness, this helplessness."

A hint of self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of Qin Yue's mouth, and he shouted loudly, like a madman.

Echoing above the sky.

He squinted, the clouds in the distance were still so white, the sky was still so blue, it seemed to be the same layer, but he knew that this cloud was in this position, and this blue was changing.

The vanished can never come back, at least not the gods on high.

The long river of fate is impassable.

Looking back on his life of a hundred years, he actually had regret in his heart, which gradually filled his mind like smoke.

"It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world."

Qin Yue stood in mid-air, like a statue, without moving half a step, he was immersed in his own mind, ignoring the gradually increasing figures around him.

These figures surrounded Qin Yue.

Each one is at least in the late stage of foundation-building.

Suddenly

Qin Yue opened his eyes.

There were no pupils in his blood-red eyes, only hollowness, and the long sword he held trembled with a sad sound.

Qin Yue gave up his mind with extreme sorrow, he sank by himself, he had gone mad!

"Kill"

"Kill"

"Kill"

Three muffled voices came out of his mouth.

His body moved.

Like an afterimage.

An indifferent demon who only knows how to kill.

Rushing towards the encirclement around him, like a hungry jackal pouring into the flock.

Blood flowed and stumps were broken.......

"Ahh

"He actually gave up on himself"

"Don't"

"Real Seniors....."

Voices spread across the sky, frightened, frightened, and screaming......

There is fear in the outer pupils of no column!

A fake Dan sinks into himself, gives up on himself, and becomes a monster who only knows how to kill.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the sky.

Then a huge palm rushed towards Qin Yue, who was fighting.

People are cold, but blood is not cold!

When the blood is cold, wake up!