Rain!

It was the first rain after the New Year.

Today is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and from time to time there are groups of people on the streets to light firewood and make fires. These people were carrying oil-paper umbrellas, for fear of getting their clothes soaked.

Sword!

Ah Fei is holding a sword in his hand!

He had nothing in his hand but a sword. Ah Fei's eyes revealed a fierce light, and he stared straight at Jing Wusheng!

That look was like a hungry beast, tearing people apart in an instant!

Jing Wuming was very calm, his eyes were still full of dead ash, and his eyes did not look at Ah Fei.

These two men were like two poplar trees, and they both stood there proudly and strongly, without even blinking their eyes.

Qiu Leng was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and he could see from Jing Wusheng's expression that before this battle was fought, Ah Fei had already lost.

Ah Fei can't be distracted, but Jing Wu's life is like water.

The rain wet Ah Fei's eyes and Ah Fei's hair. But Ah Fei held the sword tightly!

The murderous spirit is all over the sky, and the stabbing people are chilled.

Long Xiaoyun's heart trembled at this time, he didn't know if Jing Wuming could take the sword in Ah Fei's hand, under such a strong and stimulating murderous aura, Long Xiaoyun was already terrified, and his tongue was dry.

But Long Xiaoyun's expression was extremely solemn, he stared at the two of them carefully, as if he was looking for something, and he seemed to be grasping something.

It's nothing more than cold and quiet!

One of them was as cold as a wolf, while the other was as still as ice.

The wolf is calm, fierce, ruthless, and aggressive! That's a wild nature! Ferocious wildness!

The ice is calm, as indifferent as a seal! It is a kind of quiet hidden in the bottom of the heart, and everything is not shocked!

Ah Fei's eyes looked at Jing Wusheng.

Jing Wuming also looked at him.

When the two of them met their eyes, it was like a sword piercing the cold, gray thousand-year-old rock.

Who wouldn't guess that the sword was sharp? Still rock hard!

Although neither of them spoke, a string of sparks seemed to have sparked between their eyes!

Ah Fei's gaze then moved to Jing Wusheng's sword.

Jing Wusheng's gaze also moved to the sword on Ah Fei's belt almost at the same moment.

These are perhaps the two most identical swords in the world!

These two swords are neither divine weapons nor forged by famous craftsmen.

These two swords are sharp, but they are too thin and brittle! are easily broken.

Although the sword is the same, the method of inserting the sword between the two is different.

Ah Fei's sword is inserted in the center of his waist, and the hilt is facing to the right.

Jing Wusheng's sword was inserted on the side of his belt, and the hilt was to the left.

Between these two swords, there seems to be a strange attraction that others can't understand!

As soon as their eyes touched each other's swords, they walked towards each other step by step, but their eyes never left each other's swords!

When the distance between the two was only five feet, the two suddenly stopped together!

Then, the two were driven to the ground like nails.

Jing Wuming was wearing a very short yellow shirt, the corners of the shirt could only cover the knees, the cuffs were tightly tied, and the fingers were thin and long, but the bones were protruding, which looked very powerful!

Ah Fei's clothes are shorter, the cuffs have been almost completely torn off, and the back of his hand is also thin and long, but it is rough, like sand.

Both are unkempt and have short nails.

And they didn't want to have anything in their way from drawing their swords.

These are perhaps the two most alike people in the world!

Now the two have finally met.

It is only when the two of them stand together that you look closely and you realize that although the two are similar in appearance, they are basically completely different in temperament.

Jing Wuming's face was like wearing a mask, and there was never any change in expression.

Although Ah Fei's face is also calm and cold, his gaze may burn like a flame at any time, even if he burns his life and soul.

And Jing Wusheng's whole person is already a pile of dead ashes.

Perhaps he had been burned to ashes before his life had even begun.

Ah Fei can endure and wait, but he must not endure anyone's grievances.

Jing Wuming can kill people for a word, or even kill for a certain look, but when necessary, he can endure any grievances.

Both of them are peculiar and terrifying.

No one can guess why God created such two people, and why they should meet.

Winter is gone.

The leaves withered.

The rain is falling and it's cold!

The wind is not strong, but the yellow leaves fall slowly, is it destroyed by their murderous aura?

Heaven and earth are indeed filled with an indescribable sense of desolation.

Although the swords of the two were still stuck in their belts, and although the two of them still didn't even move their fingers, Long Xiaoyun and his son were so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

Jing Wuxing's eyes suddenly contracted, and through the raindrops, he saw that the blood-drenched words were written on both sides of the oil-paper umbrella: humanity, and on the other side was friends!

Qiu Leng held an oil-paper umbrella, his eyes seemed to be regretting Jing Wu's life.

Jing Wuming's heart trembled, and his heart couldn't be calm.

At this time, the cold ice that was calm was about to crack as if it had been pierced by dripping water.

Jing has no choice for life!

Suddenly, the cold light flickered!

More than ten cold rays of light struck Ah Fei with a sharp wind!

Long Xiaoyun actually made the first move.

Naturally, he didn't expect these hidden weapons to knock down Ah Fei, but as long as Ah Fei was slightly distracted by this, Jing Wusheng's sword could stab him in the throat!

Sword light bursts!

After a series of "ding" sounds, the cold light in the sky fell like a shower of stars.

Jing Wu's sword was already out, and the blade was in Ah Fei's ear.

Ah Fei's hand was already gripping the hilt of the sword, but the tip of the sword had not completely left his belt.

The hidden weapon was actually shot down by Jing Wusheng.

The faces of Long Xiaoyun's father and son changed.

Jing Wuming and Ah Fei stared at each other, but there was still no clarity on their faces.

Then, Jing Wuming slowly inserted the sword back into his belt.

Ah Fei's hand also drooped.

The fire was dim and about to be extinguished. From the moment Jing Wuming made his move, his oil-paper umbrella could no longer cover the matches below, and smoke came out of the rain on it.

The smoke had blurred Jing Wusheng's vision, and if you looked closer, you could see the tears flowing from Jing Wusheng's eyes.

Although the smoke was thick, it was not enough to make Jing Wusheng cry, what was the real reason for him to cry?

I don't know how long it took, Jing Wusheng's tears had dried, and he suddenly said, "You have seen that my sword is a hidden weapon, not a stabbing weapon?" ”

Ah Fei said: "Yes." ”

Jing Wuming said: "You are still very calm!" ”

The hidden weapon struck, Jing Wuxian stabbed out, and Ah Fei did not panic to dodge except for reaching out and drawing his sword.

Jing Wuming didn't wait for Ah Fei to live, and then said, "But your reaction is slow......

Ah Fei was silent for a long time, with a hint of sadness and desolation in his eyes, and finally said, "Yes!" ”

Jing Wuming said: "I can kill you!" ”

Ah Fei didn't think about it and said, "Yes." ”

Hearing this, Long Xiaoyun's father and son exchanged glances, and secretly couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Jing Wusheng suddenly said again: "But I won't kill you!" ”

Long Xiaoyun's father and son's faces changed again.

Ah Fei stared at Jing Wu's gray eyes, and after a long time, he said slowly: "You don't kill me?" ”

Jing Wuming said: "I won't kill you, just because you are Ah Fei!" ”

There was an indescribable look of pain in his dead gray eyes, which was even more painful than Ah Fei's eyes now.

Just because they're the same kind of people! They will never be accepted by anyone, and no one can really enter their hearts!

Only Ah Fei can arouse Jing Wu's lifeless desire. Hope!

The lust of the fast sword. Hope!

Although they are not understood by anyone, they both crave friends!

Ah Fei said: "I'd rather die in your hands, as long as I don't die, I must take him away!" ”

Jing Wuming said: "You must see you?" ”

Ah Fei's expression was resolute: "Definitely!" ”

Jing Wuming's pupils continued to contract, and his gaze was as cold as his sword! But Ah Fei's eyes were firm, his eyes were not only firm, but also hot, burning like fire!

The fire beside Jing Wuming had almost been extinguished.

The smoke is getting thicker!

Jing Wuming's hand clenched tighter and tighter, but Ah Fei looked extraordinarily bland, as if he didn't care.

Suddenly, a flash of fire flashed, and the lightning flashed. And the match beside Jing Wuming burned again! He intuitively felt that his whole body was hot, and the cold, deep chill that penetrated into his heart just now had completely dissipated!

The fire burst suddenly, and burning wood was scattered all around like a volcanic eruption, and everyone was so shocked that they hurried to avoid it.

Sword light bursts!

It's like two of the brightest meteors in the night colliding!

Sparks spilled down the two blades!

Fireworks are easy to cold, and personnel are easy to divide!

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