When Wu Ruotang's green wings slammed out in the air, he left a dark energy in his hand, and the knife in his right hand was quickly withdrawn, and he struck out along the sword move of the Ximen stab, and the long knife and the Qingfeng sword passed along a straight line.

This time, Simon Thorn's swift sword was brought to the outer door by him lightly, and his introductory knife was like thunder and lightning, stabbing at Simon Thorn's right rib.

Simon Thorn felt the strangeness of the sound of the splitting wind, and as soon as his heart moved, he wanted to return to the sword to defend.

However, at this critical juncture of life and death, a flying meteor as bright as glass swept across the sky.

The meteor is like tears, crystal clear and flawless, exuding a beautiful brilliance, and a long silver line is drawn in the dream-like starry sky tonight.

"Meteors are gorgeous, just for goodness, not for mourning." These are the words whispered in his ear by the beloved. At that time, I was in tears, and I will never forget it in my life!

Who knows, a sentence that he has never forgotten in this life has become a vicious steel knife, day and night, all the time, he is vigorously gouging out his heart, ripping out his bones, and ripping out his intestines.

Whenever he thought of this, he longed to dig out his heart and liver and cut it into pieces. He is willing to pay any price, as long as he can forget the sentence and forget the person.

"Humph!" Simon snorted, and the long knife plunged deep into his right rib and out of his back. In the blood splash, Wu Ruotang quickly put away his knife and passed by him.

Simon staggered and rushed towards the three major masters in front of him, blood gushing out from his ribs, and his appearance was terrible to the top.

"Good knives!" Zhang Wuji, Lin Pingzhi, and Feng Xinglie three figures rose into the sky, like the three immortals of Yunhan, each using their housekeeping skills, the iron palm in the air with a sharp voice, the dazzling life-killing sword light, and the rotten silver spear flower like thunder surrounded the crumbling figure of the Ximen Thorn.

The crowd of onlookers almost cheered, and Simon Thorn, who had reached the end of the crossbow, was certain to die at this time.

"Is it going to be over?" Ximen stared at the shadow of the fist wind and gun, and a bitter and desperate smile appeared in his eyes: "Allure, you are finally satisfied." In a world without me. Have you never been lonely? ”

"Stop, I see who dares to kill him?!" A clear whistle of breaking stones piercing gold came from far and near, and a brilliant sword light that made people blinded like a rising sun rose like a rising sun, illuminating the audience in an instant.

Feng Xinglie, Lin Pingzhi, and Zhang Wuji exclaimed and flew down in three directions. The body fell to the ground like a sack, and it had been hit by the acupoint with the sword qi of this supreme master who suddenly came.

And Song Qingshu's silver bowstring was cut off by a sword, and Mixiang's sword was also picked up and flew into the air.

All the White Dao masters on the Sacrifice Cliff were knocked down by this dazzling sword light and lay on the ground. Only Wu Ruotang was only hit by the acupoint on his right leg because he was too far away. But he was exhausted from the hard fight and fell.

"Allure Sword Technique!" Everyone exclaimed.

At this time, Yue Allure City was dressed in green clothes, showing its elegance and peerlessness. Graceful in every gesture. The face of the world was gradually revealed, the beautiful eyes floated lightly past everyone, the wind passed through the world and the world was slaughtered, the sword seemed to feel something, buzzing and trembling to break free from the shackles, she slowly pulled out the sword, the tension in the air was about to be triggered, and suddenly, the face of the world showed a light smile. Drunk heaven and earth lost their eyes, everyone was in a trance at this moment, at this moment, the Allure Sword had flown into the air, Sen Han's sword qi was like a flying rainbow and countless lights and shadows flew around, the heart was a thought, life and death, and the earth was silent. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and drops of sweat ran down the corners of her clothes and fell to the ground with a tick.

Her eyes were eagerly fixed on the crumbling Ruthless Hall Master. It seems to be surging with a thousand words that can be told endlessly throughout a lifetime.

"Allure?"

"Simon!"

Everyone is gone, and all the bloody wind and corpses strewn all over the ground have no meaning to exist anymore.

In the eyes of Simon Thorn, there is only Yue Chengcheng.

And in the eyes of Yue Chengcheng, there is only this man who is called the master of the Desperate Hall Ximen Thorn.

Yue Chengcheng looked at Simon Thorn stupidly. The blue blood in his hand was like an autumn leaf, falling helplessly to the ground.

"Simon! I'm late, sorry. Her eyes glistened with tears of self-reproach and excitement.

A blue light flashed before his eyes, and the ground in front of her burst out of smoke and dust more than a foot high.

"Don't come here, you woman with a bad heart." Simon snapped. Both arms trembled slightly!

Yue Chengcheng smiled bitterly, and a tear slipped down his face: "Simon." You haven't changed at all, and your scolding tone is still exactly the same as back then. ”

"Yue Allure, I've been waiting for so long, and today, you're finally here. Today, I ......" Simon spurted out a mouthful of blood: "I want to break it with you with my own hands." ”

Yue Chengcheng looked up to the sky and sighed, and said, "If you want to kill me, I will never resist." But, before I die, be sure to see you read this with your own eyes. ”

With that, she shook her hand and handed Simon a package.

"Okay, it's up to you." Simon sneered.

With a flick of her hand, she lit the fire and flipped the package open.

The night wind whined, and the cliff was as quiet as a ghost realm, without a sound, only the rapid wheezing of Simon Thorn and the chirping of parchment.

After a long time, Ximen Thorn suddenly raised his head, and the group of white Dao heroes who were lying on the ground were surprised to see that the cold eyes on the Ximen tattoo scarf were full of brilliant tears. With a "dang bang", the Qingfeng sword, which had killed countless people, fell to the ground.

"This is, this is?" He trembled as he held the package, which seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, and could barely speak.

"Yes, that's what I've been sending you for years." Yue Chengcheng said bitterly.

"I don't believe it!" Simon cried out hoarsely, "I don't believe it, why haven't I received a letter from you for so many years?" ”

"The letters have been collected by people with ulterior motives, and none of them have reached you." Yue Chengcheng said miserably.

"Who, could it be, is it?" Simon asked incredulously.

Yue Qingcheng nodded slowly.

"But, why haven't you come to me for so many years? If you like me, you should come to me, who else in this world can stop you? Simon's scarf was soaked with tears.

Yue Qingcheng said bitterly: "Since then, I have practiced swordsmanship hard, but you have not heard back from the letters I sent you, which makes me disheartened. Over the years, I have been in love with swordsmanship, and I have forgotten to sleep and eat, just to forget you. It's a pity that every night is fine and meteors fly by, I can never forget you. (To be continued.) )