Han Qingluo's expression was serious: "Yes, I'm not happy, am I your appendage?" How do you decide whether I want to stay or not? ”

Jin didn't expect Han Qingluo to have such a reaction, and explained, "Don't you feel happy that there are two men fighting for you in a duel? This proves your worth. ”

Han Qingluo didn't dare to agree with his thoughts, and shook his head: "No, Jin, you are not doing this to prove my worth at all, but to insult me, I am not an accessory for you to fight for, I don't need you to make such a decision for me!" ”

Jin felt sad that she had misunderstood her sincerity: "For your sake, I can risk my life to fight a duel with a strong person like Lord Jue, don't you still understand my heart?" ”

"And what about you lost? Are you going to give me away? Han Qingluo smiled, laughing very helplessly, thinking to himself how could Jin have such a childish idea.

Jin was stopped by Han Qingluo, his tongue seemed to be bitten, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth to defend: "No, I ...... I won't give up on you! ”

Han Qingluo turned his back in disappointment: "What you think is good for me, but not for me, I don't admit this duel, you really disappointed me, you go, I want to be quiet." ”

I thought she would be happy about her sincerity to her, but I didn't expect that both sides had different concepts and ideas, Jin wanted to reach out to comfort her, but the back was already rejecting him, and the hand that was stagnant in the air was still retracted and sighed.

The conversation didn't last long and ended in an unhappy end.

Jin didn't say much and turned to leave, leaving only Han Qingluo's lonely figure. On the gray wall, her shadow was so lonely and sad.

Stove by the fire.

Han Qingluo looked at the flames in a daze and muttered, "Do you really love me?" ”

……

Walking on the road against the blizzard, Jin couldn't help but roar, sat down in the snow dejectedly, buried his head deep in his neck, and let the wind blow and let the snow hit.

was going to reconcile, but now because of a wrong decision to push the relationship between the two farther and farther away, in the face of this messy day, Jin angrily punched in the knee-high snow, as if it was not enough to vent his anger, and then went crazy and punched his fists, bringing up a snow mist.

Until the last bit of strength was drained, he collapsed into the snow exhausted, staring blankly at the blue-black night sky, countless snowflakes the size of goose feathers flying and falling in front of his eyes......

——

The heavy snowfall overnight enveloped everything in the world in a creamy white. In the distance, the evergreen oak forest surrounding the Night Fort faintly reveals a little green in the snow, and the blue distant mountains have long been covered in silver, blending into the same color of the world.

In the white sky, there are still sporadic snowflakes, and everything around is quiet and natural, without strong winds and heavy snow.

Outside the Night Castle, in the vast snowy landscape, two black shadows were particularly abrupt - two blood men each held a long sword and stood opposite each other, their eyes sharp, locking on to each other. Except for the snow that surrounds you, there is not a single spectator.

It's a duel about dignity and women. They will use the most primitive way to duel, abandon the power of the blood clan, and use this sword of honor and disgrace in their hands to prove their ability, it will be a bloodless battle.

The breeze ruffled the corners of their clothes and hair, and the two cold faces were whitened by the snow, and their immobile bodies seemed to be waiting for a signal, and as long as the signal was given, it would burst out with great power like a storm and lightning.

The duel began when the blade of the sword standing in front of him pointed forward......

"Boom!"

The swords clashed with each other, making a crisp sound that echoed for a long time in the silence of the snow.

The light reflected by the snow passed through the sharp blade, emitting a dazzling light, flickering and flickering in the continuous swing, and the sound of collision was uneven and wave after wave, echoing and echoing, mixed with the original sound, like a fierce symphony.

"Ahh

It was the sound of the blade tearing through clothing. The originally white and flawless arm suddenly appeared a thin blood mark, and in an instant, the blood quickly submerged the scar, slid along the palm of the hand and then continued to drip from the fingertips on the snow, blooming blood-colored roses, bright and dazzling, suffocating beauty.

"Throw in the towel?" Jue smiled at the corners of his mouth, and the blade of the sword he held was not stained with a single trace of blood - sharpness was synonymous with it.

Jin smiled coldly, stabbed forward with the bloodstained sword, and the two cold iron weapons struck each other again...... The two figures are fighting between the sword shadows, and you come and go for dozens of rounds.

Thorn, pick, pluck, whirl, stroke...... Every thrilling situation is a clever resolution, and every step of the pressure is to expose the other party's flaws.

Swordsmanship, Jin boasted that he was not bad, but now it seemed that every attack he received was difficult, Jue's swordsmanship was above him, and his comfortable posture couldn't help but surprise him secretly in his heart.

Raising his arm to withstand Xia Jue's blow, Jin took a few steps back. The wound on his arm had long since healed, and the blood stains in his palm had long since coagulated, and through this thin film of blood, he always felt that the sword in his hand would come out of his hand anytime and anywhere. There was always an invisible obsession that prevented him from fully concentrating.

"You're already vulnerable, do you throw in the towel?" Jue lowered the sword in his hand and continued to use words to destroy Jin's spiritual power. His powerless appearance has been captured by Jue.

Jin barely pulled out a smile, raised the sword on his side and pointed at Jue, and said sneeringly, "I'm still standing in front of you intact." Lord Jue is too conceited, right? Until the last moment, no one can judge the direction of this duel! ”

Knowing that he was at the end of his crossbow, Jue safely raised his hand to take one of his swords, slid it up slightly, sharpening his blade from the end of the sword to Jin's side.

Jin frowned, but it was still not as fast as Jue's sword, and the clothes on his chest were torn, but fortunately his skin was not hurt, and his body took a few steps back before steady.

"Shall I give you another chance, will I throw in the towel?"

Jin clenched his fists, clenched the hilt of his sword, and responded to Jue's provocation with action, he would never admit defeat!

The more fierce his attack, the stronger the smile on the corner of Jue's mouth, and every move Jin struggled to make was easily taken by himself. As if the duel itself was just a joke.

Winning or losing is a matter of time.

Since Jin gave up the opportunity he gave, Jue didn't want to spend it with him anymore. During the interval between attacks, Jue suddenly changed his rhythm, from blind defense to active attack.

Jin's rhythm was destroyed by Jue in an instant, and he could only retreat again and again, and even raising his sword to resist became a luxury, so he could only dodge the attack by constantly shaking his body, but Jue didn't give him a chance.

Under Jue's continuous onslaught, Jin was immediately defeated, and his body shook and fell to the snow, Jue ruthlessly kicked the sword in his hand, threw the sword in his hand, held it quickly, and stabbed towards Jin's chest......

The bright blade flashed in Jin's eyes, he knew very well what it was, but his body couldn't respond, and this moment seemed like a century to him.

……

"It's over!"

An indifferent sound came into his ears, and Jin opened his eyes, and the sharp blade of the sword on his side plunged straight into the gap under his armpit, almost brushing his skin, penetrating his clothes and deeply embedded in the snow.

Lord Jue still has mercy on himself.

Closing his eyes, Jin sighed, as if he was unwilling, or emotional. After a long time, he opened his eyes, looked at the white sky, and muttered in a low voice, "I lost." ”

Jue drew his sword, held it in his hand, and stretched out his other hand towards Jin, who was lying in the snow.

Jin looked at the hand, raised his arm to hold it, and stood up from the snow with Jue's strength. When he looked at the sunken snow again, Jin was taken aback, the depth of the ground embedded by the sword was enough to penetrate his chest, and if Jue had murderous intent, he would not be able to stand here at this moment.

With palpitations, Jin faced the outcome of this duel: "I lost, Han Qingluo is yours, but I still won't give up on her." ”

Jue picked up the sword he dropped and handed it back to him, his expression was calm, he didn't seem to care about winning or losing this duel, there were no extra emotional fluctuations on his face, and when he heard Jin's words, he only smiled, shook his head and said: "No, this duel is only about you and me, it is a decision between the two of us." ”

"What do you mean?" Kim furrowed his brows, puzzled.

"Did this duel give you a sense of relief?" Jue smiled, "You actually wanted to compete with me for a long time, right?" ”

Jin looked stunned, looked at his unfathomable eyes, couldn't say anything, only held the hilt of the sword tightly, his standing body stiffened in place, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.

"She has the right to choose, it shouldn't be up to us to decide, this duel should be a sword to cut the gap between us, as for how Han Qingluo chooses in the end, you and I must not interfere."

After listening to Jue's words, it seemed that a string in Jin's heart had broken, he buried his head deeply, his body fell, and his knees sank deep into the snow.

It turns out that I have always been the most selfish person.

Jin looked at the white snow in front of him and meditated.

Jue on the side seemed to be relieved, let out a long sigh, looked at the scattered snowflakes, couldn't help but stretch out his hand to catch a piece, stared for a moment, closed his palm, and then unfolded, a just right breeze actually blew up the snowflakes, and fell leisurely on the snow composed of thousands of snowflakes.

The beauty of the world will eventually return to dust, without exception.

Retracting his distant thoughts, Jue glanced at Jin's depressed figure, and quietly left with his sword. Let him reflect and comprehend alone in this icy and snowy land, this young blood clan will always learn something in the trials of the years.

Walking through the snow, the tall walls of the Night Fort in the distance were like a cage under the white snow, revealing the coldness of the forest, and Jue's footsteps stopped and stopped the pace of marching towards the Night Fort.

Looking around at the snow around you, she inserted her sword into its sheath. Turn your feet and take a stroll towards the scenery you want......