There was only one corpse in the entire Stone Forest, Fang Ming.

Other than that, only the devastated boulders and the diffuse knife intent were left.

Where did the corpse go?

Subconsciously, Fu Qingyi glanced at Xinghuan.

Before he fell unconscious, the woman's body was still there, and after the coma, what really happened.

Song Bei's knife was so powerful that even he couldn't bear it, why was Wan'er able to be unscathed, and she still looked free.

In fact, he didn't care, and he didn't want to ask why.

In his heart, as long as Wanwan is fine.

The wind and sand are getting bigger and bigger, and when dusk falls, the golden afterglow falls on the heavens and the earth, setting off the sand grains in the entire desert like gold.

The dress is fluttering, and the strands of hair are messy.

On the broken stone, the line is shallow and silent, Chu Chu is moving, and it is not stained with dust.

Retracting his gaze, Fu Qingyi looked at Zhang Mu and said indifferently: "There has never been a living person under my knife." ”

Even though he used the palm of his hand to kill the woman, the result was the same.

He didn't think that the woman who didn't know the slightest martial arts would survive.

Zhang Mu believed Fu Qingyi's words.

Once their strength reaches their level, they no longer disdain to lie, and Fu Qingyi is not that kind of person.

To kill is to kill, not to kill is not to kill, this is the unique arrogance and self-confidence of the strong.

If you have to lie, why bother to admit to killing someone instead of falsely claiming that the woman had either fled or been rescued.

Ignoring where the corpse went, Zhang Mu's bloody eyes froze, and he reached out and stroked the knife marks on the broken stone next to him, feeling the familiar knife intent.

He remembered this knife intent, remembered it very clearly, and he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

Song Be's knife.

With a pale palm, Zhang Mu said coldly: "I promised others to protect that woman." ”

Commitment has always been important for men!

He can go back on his own and look for Lou Li, but before that, he has to fulfill the promise he has promised...

Whoever kills the woman, he kills whomever he kills.

Fu Qingyi understood the meaning of Zhang Mu's words, but he was not surprised at all.

If it were him, he would definitely do the same.

Retracting his palm, Zhang Mu suddenly sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his bloody eyes, and said, "I'll wait for you to recover." ”

Fu Qingyi was injured, how could he not see it.

Fortunately, the injuries were not serious.

Also sitting cross-legged, Fu Qingyi swallowed a fragrant pill again, closed his eyes and breathed.

This battle is inevitable.

Before there is no difference between life and death or victory or defeat, Zhang Mu will not let him leave here.

In this way, the two men were separated by a few steps, facing each other with their eyes closed.

The wind and clouds are surging overhead, making people feel inexplicably suffocated.

Obviously, the two of them are not just pranayama, but also gathering momentum, the momentum of heaven and earth.

In the sunset.

Xinghuan looked up at the sunset on the horizon, jumped lightly from the broken stone, thought for a while, and said, "You must duel here?" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mu was indifferent.

Fu Qingyi smiled slightly, and said softly: "It will be fine soon." ”

It was a battle that didn't take long.

Although he could not fully recover from his injuries in a moment, his strength could.

Zhang Mu's knife is strong, but his knife is just as strong.

Not long ago, if it weren't for the killing of that woman, the outcome between him and Song Bei was still unknown.

In that duel, Song Bei wanted to fight him from the beginning, and didn't take the bet to heart...

Masters always cherish each other, and they are always the same stubborn.

Helpless, Xinghuan could only prepare to sleep in the desert.

In the face of the power of heaven and earth, animals will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Half of their bodies had disappeared from the sunset, and outside the stone forest, the horses slowly walked into the stone forest, and each leaned on a boulder.

Waiting is boring, especially when waiting with two ice cubes.

After a moment of listlessness, Xinghuan's gaze suddenly fell on Fang Ming's corpse.

She didn't care about the corpse lying there all along, but at some point just now, she suddenly noticed something unusual.

Something strange came from the corpse.

In such moments of boredom, the strangeness had succeeded in piquing her interest, whether it was an illusion or not.

The setting sun had completely disappeared, and the bright moon hung high, barely dispelling some of the darkness.

The momentum on Fu Qingyi and Zhang Mu is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to be transformed into two knives, one full of murderous aura and the other full of evil aura.

The two knives almost pierced the night and broke through the sky.

In front of Fang Ming's corpse, Xinghuan slowly squatted down and looked at it with interest.

There is no breath, no heartbeat, and those who are already dead cannot die again.

However, she still felt some inexplicable fluctuations.

Once, when they met for the first time, Fang Ming pretended to be a dead corpse and deceived her...

So now, is Fang Ming also pretending to be dead?

However, it seems a little unlikely to be able to catch Fu Qingyi and Song Be's knives without dying.

The slender jade fingers gently patted the fragrant lips for a moment, Xinghuan reached out and pressed it on Fang Ming's eyebrows, quietly realizing it.

It's weird, it's peculiar.

There seemed to be a mysterious power in Fang Ming's body that was slowly growing, silently changing something.

Above this mysterious power, she felt the danger of being absent.

Dangerous...

Xinghuan suddenly became excited, excited.

She hadn't felt any danger since she was invincible.

Now that she feels danger again, she feels like she's seen an old lover, and wants to hug him fiercely.

Because danger means she's going to die...

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest concern, without thinking about it, Xinghuan's fingertips began to condense a little golden fluorescence.

The wind blows, and the smoke disappears.

Silently, Fang Ming's corpse began to dissipate with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it had completely returned to heaven and earth, disappearing into the yellow sand.

At the same time, the golden fluorescence of his fingertips disappeared, and Xinghuan suddenly fell soft on the yellow sand.

She was tired and wanted to sleep...

The wind and sand rose suddenly, but it couldn't hide her body, and could only blow the dress and hair.

In this abnormal situation, Fu Qingyi should have noticed it instantly.

However, the duel between him and Zhang Mu had reached the point where it was on the verge of breaking out, and he had no intention of caring about anything else.

In the face of Zhang Mu, he must do his best and have no distractions.

The wind and sand became more and more violent, and the stone forest was like the end of the world, and the dark clouds were overwhelming.

Under the broken stones, the horses were restless and neighing.

Suddenly, with a thunderous sound that exploded through the dark clouds, Fu Qingyi and Zhang Mu moved.

The knife is out, and the wind and clouds change.

A cold knife, a blood knife, but they collided together in an instant.

One, two, three...

At some point, the storm has been stirred and the night has been cut off.

This is a once-in-a-century showdown, a showdown between geniuses and top masters.

Unfortunately, there were no onlookers in this matchup.

I don't know how long it took, the wind and clouds gradually dispersed, and the world returned to peace.

At this moment, the sun is rising!

One night!

The showdown lasted all night before it ended.

The stone forest has disappeared, leaving only yellow sand.

Fu Qingyi and Zhang Mu stood looking at each other, the long knife in their hands pointing obliquely at the yellow sand.

Undoubtedly, the winner has been decided!

Silently, Zhang Mu's bloody eyes slowly closed, his body suddenly softened, and he knelt in the yellow sand with a bloody knife.

He was defeated.

First Song Be, and now Fu Qingyi...

No matter how unwilling you are, what can you do? [.]