Du Tuzeng sighed and looked at Yang Si, who was sitting on the side exhausted, his eyes no longer had the previous contempt for him, but were full of respect. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Yang Si at this moment still looks so bloated and short, it is impossible to believe how he can use the Mongolian wrestling Dafa so flexibly and quickly, but Du Tuzeng deeply understands that everyone who dares to despise Yang Si will pay a heavy price for his own shallowness. Yang Si is definitely an opponent that everyone should respect.

Finally knocked down an enemy who was much stronger than himself, but Yang Si did not have the slightest hint of joy. If he could, he would rather not meet Du Tuzeng tonight, because in that case, the woman he loved the most would still live in this world in good health, and he could still see the delicate and lovely smile on the corner of her lips......

"Sanhua, the fourth brother has avenged you, but ...... But why am I still so sad? Why? ......" The surrounding Fire Banner warriors had already rushed forward. The battle between Yang Si and Du Tu Zeng changed very quickly, and before a breath, Yang Si was pierced through the body by Du Tu Zeng with a long sword, and after a blink of an eye, the battle came to an end, and the winner was Yang Si, who had been falling behind. It's a dramatic scene that is so dazzling to watch.

The soldiers first stopped the bleeding on Yang Si's acupoint, and then pulled out the long sword in Yang Si's body, and used his skills to help him heal his wounds.

When Yang Si saw it, he shook his head and stopped: "Wait!" No one can kill him except Sanhua! I want to scatter the flowers, and she will take revenge with her own hands......" Yang Si held the wind scattered flowers in his arms, and slowly moved closer to Tu Zeng. He broke away Feng Sanhua's already stiff fingers, stuffed the saber of Du Tuzeng into Feng Sanhua's hand, and held it tightly with his own hand.

The tip of the sword pressed against the heart of Du Tuzeng. Under the moonlight, this long sword that had been stained with the blood of Feng Sanhua, Yang Si, and many Heavenly Demon Palace warriors was still as cold as ice, and its whole body was crystal clear, flowing with a strange light. Sure enough, it was a good sword, killing so many people, but not even a single blood flower stained the body of the sword.

"Scattered flowers...... Finally able to get revenge with your own hands. What you want, the fourth brother will always try his best to satisfy you. You say, is the fourth brother good to you? ......" Yang Si hugged Feng Sanhua tightly, looked down at her slender eyelashes under her closed eyelids, and said gently. It's as if the wind scatters the flowers and just sleeps in the past, not the soul of the heavens. After speaking, he pressed his cheek to the cold cheeks of Feng Sanhua, smiled and looked at the degree of Tu Zeng under the sword, and with a light swipe of his right hand, the long sword pierced the opponent's heart.

Du Tuzeng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and all the strength in his body suddenly disappeared at that moment, and he died of exhaustion. One of the thirteen Taibao of the Tianshan Sword Sect that rarely encountered opponents in the south of the Yangtze River, the "Sword Demon" Du Tuzeng died under his own sword.

Looking at Du Tuzeng's eyes that were dead and angry, a strong sadness hit Yang Si's heart again. What about revenge? Isn't it the same that scattered flowers can't be resurrected? Isn't this world just as lonely and chilling to the bottom of my heart? Yang Si's heart was sour, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally flowed. He looked up to the sky and roared, seeing the stars shining in the sky, and a chill passed through his heart, making his body tremble violently involuntarily! Lonely...... Without you, I'm really lonely, scattered flowers.

A big hand touched Yang Si's shoulder, and it was Hou Ying who rushed to hear the news. Hou Ying's eyes were full of fierce killing intent, and he whispered word by word: "Mr. Yang Si, the hatred of scattered flowers, we, we want to let the Tianshan Sword Sect repay it a thousand times......"

Yang Si turned his head to look at Hou Ying, his eyes were full of despair, but he muttered, "What if you kill all the people of the Tianshan Sword Sect?" …… Scattered flowers, can she still come back to life? ”

"Uh~~~!" Hou Ying was stunned and couldn't answer. The Si people have passed away, and the soul is faint. What can I do in vain? The night breeze whimpered and whispered, as if she was weeping over the sad answer......

The eastern suburbs of Yueyang City, in the ancient road. Wu Ruotang hugged the Fengyun Dance in his arms and rode wildly. The peaks on both sides of the road are undulating, and it is quiet and solemn under the moonlit night. Almost without consideration, Wu Ruotang did not hesitate to choose the east as an escape route away from Yueyang, a land of right and wrong. The reason is very simple, a radius of hundreds of miles to the west of Yueyang is the hell killing ground where the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Blood Sword Alliance, and the Tianshan Sword Sect are fighting, and it is really not appropriate for him to get involved again and ask for trouble.

At this time, Wu Ruotang's mood was depressed and depressed, and it was almost unbearable for him. This time, he was inexplicably played by Meng Caiyi, making himself a quick knife in Meng Caiyi's hands to slaughter the Heavenly Demon Palace, which was really the biggest setback and failure in his life. Fleeing like a lost dog, this fate is not unacceptable for yourself, after all, things have evolved to such a point, everything is your own fault, you can complain about the sky, complain about the earth, but you can't blame others. What really makes me afraid to face it is that piercing sense of self-blame. It is conceivable that in the battle tonight, whether it is the Heavenly Demon Palace, Meng Caiyi, or the Tianshan Sword Sect, there will definitely be countless soldiers who will die unexpectedly and stain the cave court with blood.

Wu Ruotang's mind kept flashing bloody and crazy fighting scenes. Behind the swords and shadows are a pair of bloodshot eyes, and they can no longer find the good side of human nature in their eyes, only endless killing and the survival instinct of either you die or I die. From these pairs of eyes, where can you tell who is ****? Who is the White Road?

Although Wu Ruotang knows very well in his heart that even without his existence, for the sake of the status of the overlord of Jiangnan, the black and white fires in Jiangnan will happen one day, just like the torrent of history, no one can reverse it. However, he really couldn't bear the guilt in his heart, and just wanted to find a no-man's land to hide away from the most cruel strife in the world. If he could turn back time, he wished that he had never been to Yueyang, and he hoped that he could forget his hatred for Huo Tianyun forever.

The big mistake has been made, and it is too late to regret it at this time. The cold wind blew on his face, striking Wu Ruotang's cheek fiercely, causing his mind to gradually return to his senses. It's useless to always linger in remorse, and what you should really do is to jump out of the psychological barrier of remorse and think about what to do in the future. (To be continued.) )