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A long spark was reflected on the white snowflakes, which looked pale and cold.

The long sword made a magnetic sound, as if it had a certain rhythm, like an old monk beating his wooden fish from time to time.

The old monk will not go wrong when he beats the wooden fish, and his original intention is not to beat the wooden fish, but to chant the scriptures.

Yan Xuexing is not an old monk, and he can't chant scriptures! His expression was more relaxed than that of the old monk, but his heart was more serious than that of the old monk.

Sincerity is spirituality!

Emperor Jinling suddenly shouted at Yan Xuexing again: "Senior Brother Yan, you take me away, we will revitalize Kunlun Palace in the future, we can't watch Kunlun Palace be destroyed in Jiang Wuxi's hands." ”

As soon as Emperor Jinling's words were finished, his eyes were already bulging out like dead fish. The blood-dripping sword had been thrust into the back of his heart, piercing through his chest. Emperor Jinling didn't have time to turn his head, he was already lying on the ground softly.

The blood flowed, and the red of the heavy snow mark was indistinguishable from what snow and blood!

The snow is cold, and the blood is colder.

"Ahh Meng Yiyu covered her mouth in horror, her face was pale, she couldn't believe that the ink drop would kill Emperor Jinling.

Yan Xuexing's expression has not changed, and his movements have not changed, he is still so relaxed, freely rowing the long sword and wiping the long sparks.

Yan Xuexing held Meng Yiyu's hand and continued to pull her forward. Meng Yiyu's hands were trembling, her people were also trembling, and her eyes were red.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Xuexing and Meng Yiyu gradually disappeared into the crowd, he intuitively felt that his feet were numb, and his wrists were stiff.

Poplar!

The poplar tree stands silently! Yan Xuexing has already learned the stubbornness of the poplar tree, but she doesn't know when she will learn its ruthlessness.

It would rather bend than bend, it will always be proud with its head held high, and it will also be unknown!

Yan Xuexing's sword fell into the snow with a clatter, and he let go of Meng Yiyu's hand and held it on the poplar tree with one hand.

Yan Xuexing gasped, he had never been so tired, this journey was the hardest of all the roads he had walked, and it was also the longest and most difficult to walk.

Meng Yiyu came back to her senses from the panic and disappointment just now, she hurriedly ran over, grabbed Yan Xuexing's hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?" She suddenly felt Yan Xuexing's hands cold, like a piece of snow ice. She hurriedly asked, "Why is it so cold?" ”

Yan Xuexing regained a trace of strength, he leaned against the poplar tree instead, and said with a reluctant smile: "You finally came back to your senses, wasn't it so cold just now." ”

Meng Yiyu intuitively when she was grabbed by Yan Xuexing's palm for the first time, Yan Xuexing's hand was hot, and the fiery warmth made her never forget. And when Emperor Jinling died under the Ink Drop Blood Sword, she no longer had any feelings, she had forgotten everything.

Distance! The wind is blowing again! Mixed with snow slag, it was cold and painful.

Afar! Through the sound of the wind, there was a sword fight, a shout!

Yan Xuexing stood up suddenly, he looked into the distance, his eyes were full of sadness, and he suddenly felt a sense of disappointment in his heart.

Yan Xuexing couldn't help it, he looked at the starry sky and let out a long sigh.

Meng Yiyu's heart was only heartache, she looked at the sword light and sword shadow in the distance, tears flowed down unconsciously, and she said lightly: "What are you disappointed about?" ”

Yan Xuexing handed Meng Yiyu a handkerchief with snow-white peonies reflected on it. She leads the crowd alone, and she admires herself alone. She was as white and flawless as snowflakes on the mountains.

Meng Yiyu looked at this handkerchief, she didn't wipe her tears, she was afraid of staining the flawless whiteness on this peony. Her tears froze in her eyes.

Yan Xuexing breathed a long sigh of relief again, and he said lightly: "Ye Piaoling and Tuoba Baichuan should have drawn their swords together; The three monsters of Kongtong should also punch together; Hua Wuxian should have borrowed a sword from Wang Jin; It's a pity that none of them did anything..."

Meng Yiyu looked at Yan Xuexing in surprise, and she said, "Do you want them to shoot at the same time?" You're not going crazy, are you? Can you beat a group of them together? ”

Yan Xue said: "Never." But I am still confident that I can do it. The idea of the Great Boss Tiangui Old Man is good, let the six talented disciples revitalize the Tianhe Sect. ”

Meng Yiyu said: "Is there something wrong with his old man's idea?" Now the evil cave evil idiot Weng Miao sits firmly in the first place in the rivers and lakes, his martial arts strength can not be shaken, and it is said that he has entered the realm of the middle stage of supernatural transformation. And the martial arts of the Evil King Night Terror are almost close to the middle stage of supernatural transformation. Nanling Heixiong, the east gate of the Black Spider Mountain Yunyu City is covering the sky, and his martial arts are not under the night terrors. Shangguan Changfa, the number one master of Tianyan Palace, the willow aftertaste of the domain gate, which martial arts is not stronger than the strength of our Tianhe faction? ”

Yan Xuexing nodded, and he continued: "There are many talents in the rivers and lakes, and there are countless masters of the Nine Great Sects. But the Tianhe faction can enter my Yan Xue Xing Law Eye, and there is only one Huashan Pavilion No. 1 swordsman Yun Sunset left! The others are not worth mentioning, today the three monsters of Kongtong and Hua Wuxian didn't even dare to make a move on me. And the seven swordsmen of Wudang can't deal with a willow aftertaste, although Su Xingyao is powerful, decisive, and mature, but after all, women and others will not be able to become great in the end. Jiang Wuxian was originally something I had always been optimistic about, because he had always united his brothers and sisters and did not associate with other sects and gangs, I thought that he would lead everyone to build a career in Xiangyang or Yueyang, but now it seems that I can only laugh at it..."

Meng Yiyu said: "What about the wind of Shaolin Temple? ”

Yan Xuexing said lightly: "The style is too arrogant, otherwise it would not have been split by Liu Yuwei." ”

Meng Yiyu said: "Isn't there still you in the Tianhe faction?" ”

"Me? Ha ha! Yan Xuexing suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter was desolate and terrible, and he was already a little crazy when he laughed, "I am no longer a member of the Tianhe faction, Wang Lusheng abolished my martial arts, and the head of the sect Wang Chaozhi expelled me from the sect, haha!" ”

Meng Yiyu looked at Yan Xuexing, who was almost crazy, and comforted: "Now that the truth has been revealed, I believe that the head of the family has his own judgment." Don't be so self-defeating! ”

Yan Xuexing shook her head and said lightly: "That sad place, I don't want to go back in my life." ”

Meng Yiyu suddenly said excitedly: "By the way, why are your martial arts more advanced than the original martial arts?" What did you encounter at the bottom of the Kirin Cliff? ”

Yan Xue said: "It is a place to test perseverance and endurance, and it is a place to endure loneliness and loneliness. Do you know? I've never spoken to anyone since I was forced to jump off a cliff, not because I didn't want to, but because there was no one at the bottom of the cliff. ”

He then shouted frantically: "I can't just walk out with my head down, I must hold my head high like an aspen, and I would rather bend than bend!" So I had no choice but to endure loneliness and loneliness! Wang Lusheng just abolished my internal strength and the Liangyi Sword Technique, and this Thunder Sword Technique was learned by me from Wang Xianzhi, so he didn't have this qualification. I have been meditating at the bottom of the cliff to cultivate internal strength, except for meditation is meditation, except for loneliness is loneliness! Because I'm going to walk out with my head held high! "Yan Xuexing vowed to discredit Wang Lusheng when the Tianfeng Ring was in a decisive battle!

Meng Yiyu looked at Yan Xuexing, her heart was uncomfortable, she could feel Yan Xuexing's humiliation and unwillingness, cold and haggard. She suddenly felt that Yan Xuexing had really endured too much!

He was originally the brightest new star of a sect, just like the King of Chuzhuang in the Spring and Autumn Period! He was originally the pride of the sect, and he turned the tide at the moment when the sect encountered the greatest crisis! But all this disappeared with his cliff jumping, and he has since borne a humiliating infamy.

He can now stand up again with his head held high, standing here proudly, his heart is like an aspen silently bearing everything, he endures everything with his own perseverance! He stubbornly moved forward, accustomed to loneliness and loneliness!

Meng Yiyu couldn't help it, pounced on Yan Xuexing, and then hugged him tightly.

Yan Xuexing's face suddenly turned red, he tightly felt the hot temperature of Meng Yiyu's tall chest, the heat of Meng Yiyu's red lips at his neck, he lowered his head and touched his mouth, so that Yan Xuexing couldn't control it, his whole body was hot, his forehead was full of sweat, and his whole body was almost soaked.

Yan Xuexing's brain suddenly went blank.

A gust of wind and cold wind blew, Yan Xuexing's brain suddenly cooled, he suddenly calmed down, hurriedly pushed Meng Yiyu, lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

After speaking, Yan Xuexing suddenly carried the light power of alpine flowing water, took a torrential pace with her legs, and disappeared into the night sky.