The wind is sluggish, and the rain is messy.

The sky was originally dark, but at this moment, the whole world seemed to be filled with a strange hue of turquoise and purple.

The wind is surging, the thunder is furious, so that everyone does not dare to look directly!

Su Weiyun used the eleventh form of the thirteen deadly swords, he skipped the tenth form, and directly used this sword light to dominate the world, the eleventh form of wind and water cold!

The sword light is full of heaven and earth, and the murderous spirit is full of heaven and earth!

The murderous weight of this sword is like the anger of the emperor, floating corpses for thousands of miles, bleeding and drifting, no matter who can bear it!

Only then did the thugs of the big dart game find that they couldn't intervene in a battle like this, and some people were so frightened that they couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands.

Even they couldn't see clearly who was Zhuo Donglai and who was Su Weiyun.

The sword light flew, the shadow swept sharply, and everything changed too fast and too fast!

Zhuo Donglai abandoned the complicated changes, and only made one sword, which was his purple qi from the east.

Purple Qi came from the east, representing him as a person, and it was also a mixture of all his moves.

A cloud of purple gas is flying, the sword is swallowing, mysterious and mysterious, and the mystery is endless!

And Su Weiyun stabbed out six hundred and thirty-six swords in a row, the sword qi was Xiao Xiao, and the cold light was shining, which simply shrouded all directions, upper and lower six in this range!

The rain and fog were misty, and the shadows of the trees were shaky.

The two are purple and blue, like the chaos when the heavens and the earth are not opened, unspeakable, indescribable.

......

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like it is just a moment.

The two separated, and the two finally separated.

Su Weiyun was hit by a sword in his waist.

Bloody flesh and bones!

Gao Yanfei, Zhu Meng, and Sima Chaoqun hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Su Weiyun said with difficulty: "I'm fine." ”

And Zhuo Donglai's purple crown opposite him was still intact, the purple robe was still neat, and the thunder sword that had been tempered for thousands of years was still firmly in his hand.

There were no visible scars on his body.

Zhuo Donglai only said seven words.

"Sure enough, you're the hero!"

Then he fell.

A generation of Chang'an heroes, the heroes who have no last resort, are in this barren mountain, slowly falling.

Xiaoxiao wind and rain, Xiaoxiang a sword.

From then on, the name of "Xiaoxiang Sword" Su Weiyun was destined to spread throughout Chang'an.

The people of the big dart game did not dare to step forward again, but just looked at the masters in horror.

They are either the people brought by Gongsun Baojian, or the people brought by Mr. Ji, or the people from the headquarters of the Chang'an Dart Bureau.

Now that Gongsun, Mr. Ji, and Zhuo Donglai have all been killed, they naturally have to keep retreating.

Sima Chaoqun walked over and looked at Zhuo Donglai's corpse, he was dressed in purple, and he still looked so noble and respectful.

Sima Chaoqun slowly picked him up and sighed, "Wan'er, we can go." You won't mind if I take him with me, will you? ”

"No, how could it be?"

Sima Chaoqun and Wu Wan walked slowly in the direction of Chang'an hand in hand.

The rain turned from heavy to small, dripping and gradually stopped.

Zhu Meng looked crazy, and laughed: "Everything is over, all revenge is avenged, and it turns out that the water is flowing in vain." Hahaha! ”

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

Gao Yanfei exclaimed: "Brother Zhu, you ...... Are you crying? ”

Zhu Meng wiped it with his big hand full of blood and dirt, and said, "Yes, I cried." I wanted to cry when Butterfly Dance died, but then I thought that I was a hero, and heroes have no tears, so I couldn't cry! ”

"Now I know that this hero of Rausch is really a fart!"

Su Weiyun, Gao Yanfei, and Xiao looked at him with tears and blood.

Zhu Meng said: "Brother Su's martial arts are superb, and his courage is outstanding, I am convinced!" But what I admire most about you is that you did what you set yourself up for! ”

"And what about Lao Tzu? I don't even dare to cry when I want to cry, I have to hold back, what kind of bullshit hero! Heroes are all bullshit! It's all fucking bullshit!! Hahahahahahahaha ”

He ran down the hill, snatched a fast horse from the big dart board with two fists and three legs, got on the horse and galloped westward, but disappeared from the eyes of everyone in a short time.

Gao Yanfei said stupidly: "Brother Zhu Meng, he ...... He should at least stay and thank Brother Su for you. ”

Su Weiyun laughed and said: "Hahaha, Da En is not grateful, Brother Zhu must have remembered me forever in his heart, no matter what I ask him to do in the future, he will immediately agree!" ”

Xiao watched with tears and blood as Sima Chaoqun hugged Zhuo Donglai's corpse and gradually walked away, and a very strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"The old man of the Blue Dragon Society...... Finally, I still couldn't answer my question. ”

After another long time, he finally sighed and said, "Gradually fly, we should also go." ”

Gao Wanfei was about to put away the tear-stained sword in his hand, when suddenly, he exclaimed.

"How could the 'tear stains' on the sword be gone?"

Hearing this, Xiao tear and blood snatched the tear-stained sword and put it in front of him to examine it carefully.

I saw that the tears on the sword were slowly fading away with this spring rain, and slowly disappeared.

Xiao Tear Blood was surprised: "How can this be? This 'tear stain' ......"

The trees were bleak and the clouds were scattering.

Su Weiyun turned around and left.

"The things of gods and ghosts cannot be trusted! The sword is there, and the fate of the sword is always in the hands of the swordsman. ”

······

The first day of March, spring.

Chang'an, the big dart board.

On this day, Sima Chaoqun knew Su Weiyun for exactly one month.

The wound on Sima Chaoqun's broken arm slowly healed, while Su Weiyun carried his bags and stood at the door of the big dart game.

Sima Chaoqun said: "The materials you want have been prepared for you, and they are all here." ”

Su Weiyun arched his hand and said, "Thank you." ”

Sima Chaoqun said with a smile: "I should thank you, Chang'an's dart game, Luoyang's lion hall, and the green forest of the Northwest Forty Road should thank you." ”

Su Weiyun said with a smile: "So many people thank me and ask me to return the gift one by one, it's troublesome!" Looks like I'm going to have to hurry up. ”

Sima Chaoqun suddenly said, "Are you really leaving?" ”

Su Weiyun sighed: "Hmm." It's time for me to go. ”

Jianghu Su ordered to remind him that the plot of the plane was over, and he had to leave.

And there are two more options for the plane that can be visited: "Xiao Li Flying Knife" plane, "Peerless Double Pride" plane, "Seven Weapons" plane. ”

At the door of the big dart bureau, Wu Wan happened to come out: "Sima, Hall Master Zhu has sent an invitation letter, inviting you to go to Luoyang on March 15 to watch the spring and enjoy the moon." ”

Sima Chaoqun said: "Okay, I know, I'll go." ”

He turned his head to look at Su Weiyun again and said, "Then Master Su, you ...... Take care. ”

Su Weiyun nodded, and then left.

In the ancient city of Chang'an, under the sunset, an ordinary cook left silently.

It is difficult for anyone to imagine that he is the "Xiaoxiang Sword" that only exists in rumors, and no one has ever seen his trace.

Teahouse.

The storyteller is still telling stories, and he is no longer talking about the Three Kingdoms.

It is said that there is a mysterious chef in Chang'an, who often acts chivalrous at night, robs the rich and helps the poor, but never wants to show his reputation. I don't know how many daughters there are in Chang'an City, and young girls are obsessed with him and secretly admire him. ”

"His one-handed swordsmanship is superb, the ghosts and gods are shocked, once in the copper camel alley with a battle hundred, the safflower set on the laughter and talk, Luoyang's Zhu Meng, Zhu Tang Master, the big dart bureau Sima Zong dart head are his good friends......"

The storyteller suddenly lowered his voice: "It is said that Zhuo Donglai of our big dart bureau died under his sword!" ”

"Alas, it's a pity that he doesn't see the head and the tail, and no one knows who he really is, only that he is an ordinary cook. But I thought about it, maybe he was the chef of our Chang'an residence, and maybe he had heard me tell a story! ”

The storyteller's eyebrows fluttered.

"Cut, how could such a great hero come to listen to you?"

"yes, don't put gold on your face."

“.......”

······

The entrance of the big dart board.

Sima Chaoqun looked at Su Weiyun's figure in a daze, his eyes were condensed, and he almost cried with emotion.

Wu Wan quipped: "You are obviously the big leader of the big dart game, why did you become so crying?" ”

Sima Chaoqun smiled and sighed: "Hahaha, maybe I'm old." Alas, I don't know when I'll see this good friend, what a hero. ”

The sun hung high and warm.

He suddenly sang loudly, and the song was still in the tune of the storm.

"The young day and spring are like strong wine, and the flower arrangement is drunk for a thousand bells. Aging in spring is like sick wine, only, the tea Ou incense seal small curtain. ”

"The wind is undecided, the flowers are resentful, and the flowers are blooming to the spring breeze. Who can see the return of spring? Feiyan, meet in the sunset when you come! ”

"Feiyan, meet in the sunset when you come......"

Trees and flowers.

Chang'an Luoyang is full of spring.

In the sky, there are spring swallows flying in groups, corresponding to the melodious singing.

"When will that Feiyan come back?"