A crisp and ethereal sound like a trickle!

A violent trembling electric shock itching and numbness!

The morning sun is gone, the morning is like night, the cold rain follows, a long cliff that the world spurns.

Qin Huaiguan, who was holding the Jun Mo knife in his hand, delicately swept across the rain falling from above, and a visual impact suddenly showed an extremely beautiful sense of action, separating the raindrops falling from heaven and earth to the junction of Chu and Han, such a soft picture made people sigh.

On the subtle level, on the surface of the Jun Mo knife, countless water droplets like tears jumped back and forth, and the moment they were thrown out, they were suddenly pulled into a huge and smooth horizontal surface, so that the rain on the knife burst out with the knife edge surface as a point to form a triangular sandwich surface.

The person who was face to face with Qin Huaiguan just held his hands to deal with the oncoming knife with his bare hands, and the moment he made contact, a strong force pressed him, tearing out a hideous and distorted face, which was clearly visible, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were exposed.

With Huo Ran's blow, the man was shocked ten meters away, and his legs made two deep cuts in the damp red soil, like a pear shovel under farming, which was extremely artistic, echoing the scar on the man's face.

Bursts of numbness and tingling swelled all over the body, biting like ants, and it was a dull pain. His eyes stared at Qin Huaiguan viciously, his hands clenched into his tight fists, and a layer of deep lilac light appeared like a snake, and in a moment, he swam all over his body, and a pungent fragrance filled the air with a sudden burst of blood.

With a strange fragrance that he had never smelled before, looking at the bewitching purple light on the palm of the man's hand, Qin Huai was in a trance, and even looked at the objects around him a little bit of nonsense, and there were bursts of soft women snorting in his ears like the wine pool under the moon before the flowers.

If it weren't for the cold rain that fell from heaven and earth, Qin Huaiguan, who was lost in the soft and confused voice, would definitely not stay for half a moment and suddenly wake up.

Shaking the face that has completely lost its appearance, completely soaked with slightly light brown hair, accompanied by the rain scattered slightly blocking the front, with a faint mist in the pupils, I don't know whether the rain soaked the eyes, or from the eyes of the water stains.

"How long has it been since I've been so comfortable!"

The Jun Mo knife in Qin Huaiguan's hand stabbed through the air and fell, his forehead raised slightly, letting the rain wash his devastated face, and at the same time erasing the fog in his eyes, Changtian smiled and said in a high-pitched voice.

That trace of voice seemed to be letting go of helplessness in helplessness, and that helplessness was obviously a cry of comfort, and it was similar to a wake-up hesitation, and he couldn't tell what he had experienced to be like this.

The clear-eyed Qin Huaiguan shocked the heart of the person who was the leader, his eyes were slightly narrowed with a confident smile, and in the snap of his fingers, a stiff and unbelievable unwilling face froze at that time, and it did not retreat for a long time.

When he heard Qin Huaiguan's such pleasant and irritating words, his eyes were scarlet, the cheekbones under the tail of his eyes twitched, and there were bursts of squeaky sounds from his biting teeth.

Above the sky, dark clouds pressed on the top, and suddenly white light flashed, and the surrounding trees swayed wildly, and the emerald green leaves were torn off by force, pulling back and forth in mid-air, like meeting with the rain like an old friend who had not seen each other for many years, and pressing on the withered fallen leaves.

"Who are you, and for what purpose, why did you put that girl to death?" Qin Huai's pupils were clear, and he looked directly at the person through the raindrops falling in front of him, looking like he didn't have the cloudy gaze he had before, but he had a chilling aura.

"Death is your best relief, knowing that everything is just the shackles of troubles, why care too much, watching you die with a confused face, Qin Changjie, do you know that my heart is so happy at the moment. He slowly walked in front of Qin Huaiguan and said coldly and sarcastically.

Seeing that Qin Huaiguan would also be so helpless about this, the anger in his pupils faded slightly, fiddling with his palm, sticking out his tongue and licking the scar, but in the moment of probing, there was an extra sword in his hand, which exuded a dazzling and sad luster.

Qin Huai looked at the sword that appeared out of thin air, and thought in his heart, the dazzling luster seemed to have been seen somewhere, but he couldn't think of when this familiar aura had appeared, looking up, searching for fragmentary memories in his mind.

Looking at each other for a second or two, although it is short, it seems to be a long time, but there is no clue.

At this time, Qin Huaiguan didn't have much time for him to think slowly, and he could obviously feel that the person's aura was a little weird, and in a short period of time, the source qi in his body had actually skyrocketed a lot, and those who had become cold corpses were not people along the way at all.

But why did they gather together, and what was the ultimate goal, Qin Huaiguan, who was in no idea, rolled his eyes, and his gaze began to be cautious. The muscles of the legs are slightly tight, and the toes are thickly inserted into the dirt under the fallen leaves, ready for the next unknown attack.

When the rain fell from the sky, when the deep sword appeared, it didn't seem to be pouring down as before, but was pulled by some kind of force, like a snake body winding one after another, and the rain was like a ghost dancing in the air, which was awkward and weird.

......

The morning sun is not visible, pretending to be a ghost rain dance at night.

The man swung his sword and stepped up into the air, and a stump of fallen leaves rose up, accompanied by a sneer and treacherous, and a bewitching and deep lilac light shot out from his scarf, fleeting, like a star that crossed the sky and waited for no one.

Along the two deep ravines on the ground, the rain flowing into it bloomed into fragmented splashes, splashing all around, the cloth clothes on his legs were soaked wet, and his eyes were firmly fixed in the direction where Qin Huaiguan was.

Looking at the oncoming man, Qin Huaiguan squatted on one knee, and the Jun Mo knife in his hand suddenly turned horizontal, turning into a white knife light, and in an instant, accompanied by the rain, it swung straight up silently, as if to resist the figure that penetrated through.

But if a pot of wine is sprinkled, he will walk in the rain and curse others.

......

The man held the sword with a deep breath in his hand, and on this very long cliff, it turned into a light gray shadow like a shuttle like electricity, and his feet splashed muddy water one moment ago, and the next moment he met Qin Huaiguan's blade, when the two of them touched, the space around them suddenly distorted, expanding outward from a point.

The two eyes were facing each other, the swords repelled each other, and the two different forces collided, and the momentum carried by the two directly shattered the space around them, and the trees within a few feet were mercilessly affected.

The rain-carrying leaves that grew on the trees were torn off and pulled into a flying snowflake that scattered in the direction of the two men's rival hair.

Qin Huaiguan's brows were tightly locked, his emaciated face was indifferent, and with a roar, all the source qi in his body poured into his palm, and the bursting aura caused the two of them to take a few steps back. The friction between each other snorts and sparks is like fireworks under the starry sky.

Under the fireworks-like sparkle, the waves sparkled and crossed the void. Under the battle, a charming light bloomed, making the surroundings seem to return to the appearance of a clear sky.

In the next second, I saw the two of them fall elsewhere, their eyes facing each other, motionless, and they didn't notice the breath of fighting again, just like that, with the cold and biting rain flowing down from their hair.

......

The blade of the sword disturbed the peach blossoms, and the west wind blew on the ancient road and stepped on a thin horse, and the horse's mournful cry turned into a falling tick, as if the sword was painted with a conspicuous red ponytail.

"I thought you would be surprised to see me, maybe I was thinking too much. The man smiled awkwardly, his distinctive appearance was newly exposed to the air, his cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, his dark eyes were full of calm, and his black hair was scattered around his ears. That noble air never left.

It's just that......

It's just that it had to be the same feeling as before, but it disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a strange breathtaking breath, lacking the kind of blazing brilliance under the incomparable handsome and fair skin in Qin Huaiguan's consciousness.

......

"Cultivating Dao Perception! I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you..."

Qin Huaiguan lowered his head to hide some emotions, and he never believed what he saw in the past, but it was very different from today. It seems that he has forgotten something in his eyes, but he can't forget the graceful dance under the peach blossoms of the past.

He was still holding the source spirit mask torn from the person's face in his hand, the wound on his arm was clearly visible, and the bright red and warm blood slowly flowed from his shoulder to his palm, and finally crossed his palm and merged into the source spirit mask, accompanied by the black scarf that was torn off together, emitting a faint light, and familiar words appeared under that faint light, but Qin Huaiguan did not notice this faint light.

And on the sword in the man's hand, there seems to be a long ponytail imprint on it, although the two are dazzling and look like they are equal, but from the blood stains on the sword, Qin Huaiguan obviously fell into the slightest disadvantage of that person.

"Do you think I? I think I have appeared in this world, but I am a grass that can be trampled on at will and there is no pity! The man looked at the source spirit mask in Qin Huaiguan's hand held in mid-air, so he hid the sword in his hand in his cuff, looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes were in a trance, and he was not thinking about it, pacing back and forth, looking at Qin Huaiguan's face with anger.

I don't know how long.

The sky seemed to fade a little, and the rain that fell gradually faded.

"If you want to kill me, do it. There is only one request, the woman who has nothing to do with this..."Qin Huaiguan turned around and sighed, looked at the unconscious woman not far away, inserted the Jun Mo knife in his palm into the red soil, and then chose to close his eyes.

"If there is no Gu Liang to participate, it will not be wasted. The man followed Qin Huaiguan's gaze towards the unconscious woman, and there was not the slightest distracting thought in his pupils, but a kind of indifference.

Qin Huaiguan heard the meaning of the person and did not let go of the woman, he suddenly opened his eyes, the source qi around his body surged violently, and a force like a tsunami rolled straight away, and the falling raindrops instantly lost their tracks and disappeared in mid-air without a trace.

Suddenly, feeling the violent fluctuations in Qin Huaiguan's mood and his rich aura, a smile crossed the corner of the man's mouth, and he said playfully: "This is the ruthless and indifferent person that I admire in cold blood, this is more interesting." If I don't have the arrogance and begging like this, it's a game that is not interesting to me. ”