Feng Sanhua smiled slightly, raised his hand with difficulty to caress Yang Si's face, and said, "Fourth brother, you are so good to me, always spoil me and help me." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info but...... However, you can't help me when it comes to feelings, and everything has to be fought for by myself. I...... I have a small purple flower in my arms, you can help me wear it...... Put it on......"

In the heart of Feng Sanhua, the purple wildflower picked on the side of the road is like a symbol of Wu Ruotang, and it has been treasured in her arms for fear of being lost in battle. Yang Si nodded, reached over and took out the purple flower from her arms. The small purple flowers have been flattened, and the petals have fallen off somewhat. Yang Si took the flower eyelashes and put them in front of Feng Sanhua's eyes, Feng Sanhua's eyes radiated the last brilliant light, and smiled: "I flattened it, ugly and ugly...... But in my eyes, it's the most beautiful flower in the world, nothing like ......," he said, stretching out his slender fingers to caress the purple petals. One inch ...... Half an inch ...... Just as her white fingertips were about to touch the petals that had been slightly dim, they suddenly fell down heavily, and the breath was cut off, and the fragrance disappeared and died.

Yang Si's body was shocked, and he stared at Feng Sanhua's beautiful face affectionately, and used all his strength to tremble before he trembled and inserted the purple flower into Feng Sanhua's sideburns. Under the glow of the purple flowers, the face of the wind scattered flowers exuded a gorgeous light, just like the little girl who was surrounded by the shadow of red peach in the early morning in her memory.

Why? Why did such a cruel thing happen? Yang Si only felt that the deep sorrow in his heart was about to surge up, sweeping through his whole body, making his body stiff as iron and unable to move. As if he was being pressed by a huge stone, there were convulsions in his chest, and dizziness hit his head, unable to think effectively or breathe effectively. Du Tuchang, who was five zhang away, smiled and waved the long sword in his hand, and every time he stabbed out a sword, a warrior fell to the ground, and there was no enemy with his move. The sword qi was crisscrossed, and the blood gushing out from the warriors stained the entire ground red in just a moment. But even so, no one flinched back, and still killed like a moth to a fire.

Faced with the tragic scene like a hellish killing field, Yang Si couldn't feel anything. The bloody battles of the warriors and the happy laughter of Du Tu were so far away, so far away that they seemed to have nothing to do with themselves, as if they were in a nightmare that they would never wake up.

Scattered flowers··· From now on, I will never see your beautiful smile again, I will never see your mischievous eyes and slightly curled lips when you are coquettish to me... Scattered flowers!···

Yang Si slowly put Feng Sanhua's body on the ground, lowered his head and kissed her delicate white forehead gently. Then he stood up, slammed away the warriors who were guarding him with their bodies, and walked forward firmly. Each step left a deep footprint on the hard ground, and the further you went, the deeper the footprint became. Strength is accumulating......

"Mr. Yang Si, there is danger ahead, please ......" The soldiers vigorously pulled Yang Si's body. Anyone can see that although Du Tu Zeng at this time is entangled by dozens of his own warriors and trapped in layers of siege, but for a super strong supreme swordsman like him, there will be the possibility of breaking through the siege at any time, if Yang Si steps forward now, he will inevitably meet Du Tu Zeng head-on, that would be too dangerous.

"Get out of the way!" Yang Si shouted coldly. The deep sadness in his eyes and the determination to move forward made the warriors who had grabbed him involuntarily let go of their hands. Seeing the sorrow and despair in Yang Si's eyes, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Du Tuzeng's lips. In the flash of the sword, his sharp eyes passed through the layers of the Heavenly Demon Army soldiers.

"You are Yang Si? …… The girl who died was your beloved woman, right? I don't think I need to do it at all, you yourself must want to die with her in pain......" Du Tuzeng stimulated Yang Si with words, and at the same time brandished his long sword and strode forward, the rise and fall of each sword brought up a puddle of blood, which was the Great Wall of flesh and blood formed by the soldiers of the Heavenly Demon Army with their bodies in order to defend Yang Si's safety.

It can't be delayed any longer...... The assassination operation was originally extremely smooth, but for no reason, a woman became Yang Si's substitute ghost, which made his operation on the verge of failure. Time no longer allowed him to calmly kill the Heavenly Demon Army soldiers who were entangled around him, and then attack Yang Si who was in the center of defense again, if he didn't retreat, when other masters in the Heavenly Demon Army heard the news, it would be impossible for him to retreat with his whole body no matter how high his martial arts were. For this, Du Tuzeng naturally knows it. However, his life credo is never to give up until the last moment, and as long as there is a last chance, he will definitely persevere. Therefore, when he saw Yang Si's unconcealable expression of despair when he died in the wind scattered flowers, he immediately knew that his last chance had come.

If you can't break through the defense line of the Heavenly Demon Army soldiers in the shortest possible time, then let Yang Si come over and send him to death! This is the purpose of Du Tuzeng to stimulate Yang Si with words.

Yang Si didn't have any expression on his face, he just raised his head and walked slowly towards Du Tuzeng step by step, his short and fat body seemed so dignified at this moment. When there was still two zhang away from Tu Zeng, Yang Si suddenly accelerated and swooped forward like a sharp arrow. At the same time, his right hand was clenched, and a fist blasted forward, and a strong True Qi burst out from his body, attacking Du Tu like a sea of mountains.

What a poignant punch! Yang Si's originally expressionless cheeks suddenly showed a sad face after this punch, and the deep sadness in his eyes infected the hearts of everyone present, making everyone feel the same way, and they couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts, and they wanted to shed tears.

The huge True Qi pushed away the Heavenly Demon Army soldiers who surrounded Du Tu Zeng, and slashed to the top of Du Tu Zeng's head like a sharp knife. Du Tuzeng smiled slightly, and the long sword drew an arc to stab upward, slashing at Yang Si's fist, and said with a smile in his heart: "It's finally here...... It's just that this stupid boy would be so stupid as to think that the punch strength from two feet away can also hurt me Du Tu Zeng, which is really ridiculous......" However, in fact, Du Tu Zeng didn't keep his smile for long. Because he soon realized that the punch that Yang Si struck was surprisingly heavy, so heavy that the tip of his long sword was slightly bent. The pressure of the true qi like a boulder made his chest feel suffocated, and it turned out that Yang Si did not strike one punch, but nineteen punches! (To be continued.) )