"Boom!"

A few thunders, torrential rain plummeted.

Leng Wuxin stood in the rain, his eyes kept looking ahead, he was waiting.

In the room, Ao Yunzhu continued to walk forward, and the small bamboo sword had been inserted two inches.

"Drip ....."

The sound resounded in my ears, whether it was the sound of rain or the sound of blood dripping, I couldn't hear it clearly. He couldn't make a sound anymore, he wanted to shout hard, but his voice was hoarse, he couldn't say anything, he could only hear a whimper, as if it was Aojunmei's own cry.

"It's just one last step. Ao Yunzhu looked at Ao Junmei gently, paused for a few moments, and then said, "I'm moving forward, it's the end." If you don't have the intent to kill me, if you don't have the determination to kill me, then I will die in vain. ”

After speaking, Aoyun Bamboo straightened up and took the last step.

One step out, the blood flowers bloomed like flying flowers, four dances, flying all over the sky. Blood stained everything around him red, and the whole world seemed to be left with only blood.

Qianying fell gently with the blood, and everything was as silent as night, except for the sound of rain dripping and the roar of thunder.

"Did you fail?" outside the door, Leng Wuxin muttered two words in frustration.

"Yunzhu!" a sad voice, a roaring sound more than thunder.

Then there was the crying, which overshadowed the cry of the rainstorm, and even the whole plum bamboo dyeing could only hear the cry.

In the house, Ao Junmei's body recovered, he held the lifeless Ao Yunzhu, and kept crying loudly, every time he cried, Ao Junmei's cultivation improved by one section, and every time he cultivated to a high and profound section, he lost part of the vitality in his body.

"We'll be waiting for you. Outside the door, Leng Wuxin said three words, then turned around and disappeared into the rain.

....

In the red furnace in the snow, Ye Xiao, who was warming up Linglong's body, suddenly had a throbbing heart, and then tears were left out for unknown reasons.

"What's wrong?" asked Linglong, looking up slightly.

"It's like.... It seems that ....." opened his mouth a few times, but Ye Xiao couldn't finish a whole sentence, and the whole person trembled. It wasn't until tears flowed into his mouth that the extreme pain began to come out of his heart, and he finished speaking: "It seems that something happened to Sister Yunzhu." ”

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Xiao's figure turned into a streamer and rushed towards Meizhu Xiaoran.

"Master, where is Lord Ye Xiao going?" asked Jiang Tao, who was cooking wine on the side.

"Sadly. Linglong replied with two words, and her eyes became sad. Because she knew that Ye Xiao would be sad, she was sad first.

...

On the sword sound mountain, the Xiaoice block that was dancing the sword, the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he said sadly: "How can it be ....." After speaking, he also rushed towards Meizhu Xiaoran.

....

In the thunderstorm, the first to come to Meiran Xiaozhu was a broken sword.

With just one glance, the broken sword fell directly from the sky.

...

When a wisp of white appeared in the sky, Ye Xiao also arrived.

After a while, Feng Yingxue also came.

...

The rain is still very heavy, the plum tree dyed by the plum bamboo is gone, only a piece of mangosteen remains, and there are two graves lying quietly in the bamboo, and the tombstone is written with the names of the Aoli Kite and the Aoyun Bamboo respectively.

Not far away, there are two freshly dug earth pits, but there are no tombstones and no coffins.

"It shouldn't be like this. Standing in front of Ao Yunzhu's grave, Ye Xiao's whole person was confused, as if he didn't want to believe that the scene in front of him was real.

After repeating a few words, Ye Xiao suddenly ran towards the grave like crazy, and then dug open the grave and opened the coffin in a few clicks.

The figure in the coffin is still beautiful and makes the world lose color, but there is no half of life, she seems to be smiling before she dies, she seems to be walking very freely. Perhaps, death is free, but the living will probably never be able to accept it.

"Sister Yunzhu ....." gently read Ao Yunzhu's name, thinking of the past, Ye Xiao felt pain in his heart, and directly spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The blood soaked into the grave with the rain, Ye Xiao trembled and lay next to Ao Yunzhu's corpse, he was speechless, because the person lying in front of him was probably his only relative.

Feng Mingxue didn't speak, she just quietly took out her umbrella and walked to Ye Xiao's side, covering Ao Yunzhu's body with an umbrella.

The rain didn't drench the snow at all, but she was drenched in the rain.

The broken sword on the side suddenly roared a few times, and turned into the figure of the sword too empty, but he didn't speak, he just quietly glanced at Ao Yunzhu a few times, and then turned into a streamer and flew towards the sky.

....

On a wilderness, a figure holding a bamboo sword, drenched in the rain, kept walking forward, he walked very slowly, every step he took, he would stop for a while, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

Occasionally, passers-by will greet him warmly, some will lend him an umbrella, some will say some enlightening words to him, and even more, when they see him standing still in the rain, they will stand next to him and hold up the umbrella for him.

But no matter how many passers-by you meet, they stay for a short time, after all, everyone has their own life, so they will not waste all their time on strangers.

Moreover, some of them stayed for a long time and were scared away.

Because of this person, he didn't say a word, his eyes were completely empty, and a few people even found that this person was actually not breathing and had no heartbeat.

Suddenly, the sky was thunderous and furious, and the thunder and clouds were furious, and suddenly it fell into darkness.

In an instant, a terrifying sword light slashed directly at the people who stopped in the wilderness.

After the blow, the thunder and clouds disappeared, and the rain was still falling.

In the rain, there was suddenly one more person, it was the sword that was too empty, or the broken sword.

The broken sword didn't make a move, because it sensed that the person in front of it had already died, and it was the small bamboo sword he was holding that was alive, and even the sword was dying, just waiting to swing the final blow.

Maybe the little bamboo sword at this moment is no longer the small bamboo sword used by Ao Yunzhu, it is a new sword, a sword that was picked up from a new person who once had no sword.

Then, the figure of the sword was too void to disappear, and the broken sword returned to its original state and rushed into the cosmic void, and the people left behind for it were gone, and it was time to leave.

....

In the plum dyed bamboo, Ye Xiao did not bury the Aoyun bamboo in the coffin, because burying it in the soil means that it is really gone, and slowly, everyone begins to forget, and then it really disappears.

He didn't allow it, he didn't allow his sister Yunzhu to leave, and he didn't allow her to disappear.

In the rain, Ye Xiao suddenly began to get busy, he began to run out non-stop, and every time he went out, he always came back with something.

In the first few days, the things I brought back were some precious medicines, and even several artifacts that extended my life for a hundred years. Ye Xiao turned these things into flowing water and integrated them into Ao Yunzhu's body.

But Ao Yunzhu is dead, no matter what Ye Xiao does, even if he finds a divine object that prolongs his life for thousands of years, it is useless.

Later, Ye Xiao brought back some people, everyone was different, and they all had the same ability, that is, they all had magical healing methods. But it's still useless, because in this world, no one can bring the dead back to life.

As for Feng Mingxue, she stayed very quietly next to Ao Yunzhu's corpse, and used the true yuan in her body to ensure that Ao Yunzhu's corpse remained as it was.

It's really two persistent people.

....

"This rain will be a long time coming. In the red furnace in the snow, Linglong held an umbrella, looked into the distance, said softly, and then continued to stand at the head of the wind chime broken bridge and wait.

Every time Ye Xiao left, she always stood in this position and waited for him to come back, never with one exception. Read the latest chapter of "Ask the Sword Jianghu Xingclaw Book House" for free for the first time.