The sun rises and sets unnoticeably fast, especially in this rainy weather, and the vast twilight is like a man in the prime of life, and before he knows it, his sideburns are dyed with frost. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When Fang Fan and the little arson expert converged at the apex, the rain had already fallen, and the sky was almost dark, it was said that a battle should not last so long, but if it was a case of mutual suspicion, the end of this battle would often take much longer than imagined.

But after all, it was dark, and fatigue, hunger, cold, and injuries, all of which did not affect the change of the battle situation, made this ugly battle gradually come to an end.

In the air, the sound of the agitated wind had gradually become inaudible, and only occasionally there were a few sounds of gold and iron clashing, and the sound of blood gushing out of the veins.

Fang Fan and the little arson expert were also a little embarrassed, fighting against many masters along the way, even the iron man was crushed. But the bodies of the two are still upright, like plum blossoms standing proudly in the cold ice and snow, even if they are frozen for three feet, they still do not change their color.

"Guess who I met." Fang Fan took out the wine bag from his backpack and poured hob wine into his mouth.

"Who?" The little arsonist had drooping eyelids and looked very tired.

"Leaping horse river bridge."

"Leaping horse river bridge?" The eyelids of the little arson expert lifted slightly, and then said, "The one who ran behind your ass before?"

Fang Fan handed the wine bag to the little arsonist expert, the corners of his mouth hooked and retracted, and forced a smile: "It's him."

"The swordsmanship he cultivates is all chosen by you, and it's much easier to deal with him than it is to deal with me." The little arson expert took a deep sip of the spirits that burned his heart, exhaled energetically, and said: "Drink all the fine wine in the world, or this simple hob wine wins my heart the most."

Fang Fan smiled, then looked at the ghost fire in the distance and said: "His earth spirit clone has been promoted to the top level, he can divide two clones, and his true qi will also be evenly distributed into the bodies of the two clones, he relies too much on this exercise, but this exercise was given to him by me."

The little arson expert carried the broken paper umbrella in his hand on his shoulder, followed Fang Fan's gaze and stopped at the ghostly fire, and said, "There should be no good hand with a sword in the future."

The dim light of the fire suddenly dimmed, and then disappeared into the air, Fang Fan withdrew his gaze and said abruptly: "If I win this battle, I will be completely famous."

The little arson expert smiled: "Aren't you happy to be famous?"

Fang Fan looked up at the sky and said: "The higher you stand, the stronger the wind, there is always a wind that wants to lift you off the top of the mountain, and the people under the peak are all staring at you with resentful eyes waiting for you to fall into the quagmire."

The little arson expert immediately turned around: "Then we don't have to worry about "Sword Seven", go home early, you feel that the high place is too cold."

Fang Fan grabbed the arm of the little arson expert, and said with a dry smile: "The swordsmanship still needs it, and I can barely withstand it."

The little arson expert turned his body and suddenly stared at Fang Fan's face solemnly and said, "Do they still not know your identity?"

Fang Fan shook his head.

The little arson expert sighed: "I know, you have been jealous in the past, your strength is too strong, if you create a gang, no one can stop you."

Fang Fan spread his hands and said, "You know."

"Yes, of course I do." The arson expert said: "You don't mean this at all, no one will give you a chance to explain, and no one will believe your explanation." After you were reincarnated, I don't know how many people were clapping and cheering, and I don't know how many gangs had fallen to the ground. ”

Fang Fan said: "I won't give them another chance."

The little arson expert frowned and said: "I can recognize you, naturally others will recognize you, if you reveal your identity, the bull head will inevitably become the target of public criticism."

Fang Fan couldn't keep calm in his heart for a long time, why wasn't he worried, Fang Fan forced a smile and said: "The Bull Head Club has now occupied half of Nanling, only one step away, only the last step is missing......

The arson expert asked, "Mingyue Tower?"

Fang Fan said: "It will be over soon."

The little arsonist said, "I hope so."

……

When Fang Fan and the little arson expert approached the center of the battle, they realized that the battle was fierce, although there were only about 30 people, but there was a kind of withering after the battle of thousands of people.

The severed limbs stuck to the pool of dark red blood, the internal organs that still exuded a trace of heat, and the mutilated corpses scattered all over the place, the fishy smell that hit the face was simply disgusting.

The corpses lay all over the ground, but they always surrounded a bluestone stele, which was eight feet high, but what was strange was that the front of the stele was blank and did not engrave any inscription. And behind the stele, there is clearly engraved a text the size of a tadpole, and with Fang Fan's eyes that can see the fluffy body of the mosquito at night, it is only two meters away, but the vision is blurry.

But Fang Fan could clearly feel that the text behind the stele was "Sword Seven", because the fierce sword aura that permeated the entire Crescent Island emanated from the stele, and he really felt how powerful this majestic sword aura was here.

"I'll take a look." The little arson expert raised his feet and was about to approach the bluestone stele, but was pulled by Fang Fan.

The little arson expert looked at Fang Fan in puzzlement, but Fang Fan just shook his head and snorted at a man who had a fist-sized blood hole in his chest, but still stretched out his hand towards the tombstone and crawled forward.

"What if he gets to go?" The arsonist was a little worried.

Fang Fan pursed his lips slightly and said, "I always feel that some places are strange that I can't say, so it's okay to wait."

As they spoke, the two suddenly fell silent, their eyes moved slowly with the man, but the man's injuries were too serious, and before his fingers touched the tombstone, the blood flowed out, and the hand that had been stretched out fell weakly.

"It's just a game, why take it so seriously." The little arsonist shook his head incessantly.

Fang Fan immediately looked sideways at the little arson expert, and said, "It's just a game?"

The little arson expert smiled bitterly and muttered, "If it's just a game, how can you be so serious."

Fang Fan said: "In this world, you can get power, money, fame, status, beauty, and subordinates like mountains and seas, how many poor people change their fate here, how many ugly people have beauties here, how many people with low self-esteem in their lives change their faces here, how is this a game?"

The arson expert said: "You have forgotten a sentence, how many people have given up their lives, but they are still dog-like lives, here, there are countless lives, but not everyone has a brilliant life."

When the two were talking, the injured people lying on the ground no longer looked at the two of them, and rushed to the bluestone stele one after another.

When a person stands up, all of them forget that the person standing up is a dog.