On the cliff, in the rain, while the umbrella fell, Leng Wuxin and Aojunmei took out their swords at the same time, the same stab, the angle and strength are almost the same, and they are all cold swords, without any life at all.

The only difference is that this coldness is different, because one of them is really ruthless, and the other is sad!

Aojunmei's little bamboo sword suddenly made a sound, and it groaned softly when the rain fell on it.

Alive, in an instant, Ao Junmei's sword changed, from a dead sword to a living sword, and even stained with blood!

The rain slowly fell from the tip of the sword with a few traces of crimson, and a figure slowly fell to the ground, the fallen person, the body and the head were completely separated, and before the head fell to the ground, he still widened his eyes and asked, "What is the final chapter of the Taishang Slashing Love Record?"

But the victorious man did not answer him, and the man quietly put the body and head into the coffin, then picked up the two swords, and walked step by step into the distance with an umbrella, and after a few breaths, the figure disappeared completely.

Above the Nine Heavens, seeing this scene, a few traces of sadness flashed in Feng Wuming's eyes, and then he left directly.

"Is it over?" asked the mysterious lyreaner.

"Hey, failed again, I've seen this picture countless times. The madman Chu sighed and disappeared into the void.

Seeing this, the knife man shook his head and left.

"It's a pity that there are two pieces of jade. The Taoist then departed.

Then, above the nine heavens, there was only the qin player, he sat down gently, still couldn't tell whether the qin player was a man or a woman, and even his hand stroking the qin could not be seen, he could only hear a sad music played between heaven and earth, but this music was very strange, obviously it was resounding all over the world, but no one could hear it.

Different from what everyone saw, in the sword just now, Yun Xuan and Xingxu saw Leng Wuxin's sword split into pieces, and saw Ao Junmei's sword also broken into two sections.

"Why, Aojun Mei's sword will be broken, isn't he victorious?" Xingxu asked thoughtfully as he watched the figure go away.

"In this battle, there is no winner, the defeated are dead, and the victorious are already dead. Ye Xiao replied with an inexplicable word, and continued to set off towards Jianming Mountain, he did not feel emotional because of the results of Leng Wuxin and Aojun Mei, because such a result may also be his way.

"Sister Xingxu, he seems to be called Ye Xiao, right?" Looking at Ye Xiao's free and easy appearance, Liu Er asked, and then said: "I suddenly remembered that the woman I met at the Xinghe Ferry, the person she was looking for was also called Ye Xiao, could it be the same person?"

No one answered Liu Er, because they were still in the battle just now, and in just a short moment, two people who were more talented and powerful than them ended their lives in this way, maybe in the hearts of several of them, people like Leng Wuxin and Ao Junmei should shine with a miraculous light and dazzle the whole world.

Except for the people above the nine heavens, the people who watched the battle, only Ye Xiao left, and the others seemed to be stuck in a moment of time, their eyes were full of sadness, and even some swordsmen had already lost their long swords.

The most talented people in the Sword Domain have failed, where should they, the swordsmen, go?

In the immersed world, I don't know who suddenly cried, so many people cried, who are they crying for? For Leng Wuxin? Or for Aojunmei? Perhaps, they are crying for themselves.

"Let's go, watch the next one. At this time, Feng Mingxue also came back to her senses, she looked at the five people in front of her, said one, and took the lead to leave.

The five of them didn't reply, they just followed behind Feng Mingxue quietly, maybe at this moment, they finally knew what a sword cultivator was and what a sword domain was.

.....

The rain finally stopped, and in the small dyeing of plum bamboo, except for the area around the Aoyun bamboo that was frozen in ice, plum blossoms suddenly bloomed.

Among the thousands of plum blossoms, a figure held two swords, dragged a coffin, and walked quietly towards Meizhu Xiaoran.

"Mother, someone is coming. Seeing the figure from afar, Fu Sheng said.

"Let's go, let's leave for a few days, don't bother him. After a glance, Fu Yueluo's eyes showed inexplicable sadness, and then she said a word to her child.

"Hmm. Although Fu Sheng didn't know what was going on, he would listen to what his mother said, he looked at the figure walking slowly, looked at him bent over and thin, and couldn't help but flash a little distress in his heart.

But Fu Sheng didn't ask, because he didn't know Aojun Mei, or rather, Fu Sheng's world was only his mother, by the way, maybe there was a wisp of Qianying, but that Qianying was dead, and her body was frozen in the center of Meizhu Xiaoran at the moment.

At the moment when the figures of the three people staggered, no one spoke, no one looked up at each other, and there was no sound of even the footsteps.

Ao Junmei walked and walked, and finally walked to his mother's grave, he didn't speak, just quietly buried the coffin behind him in the grave that had been dug on the side, he didn't set up a monument for Leng Wuxin, just buried it in the shape of a small tomb, and inserted Leng Wuxin's sword on it.

Then, Ao Junmei looked up at Ao Yunzhu, he opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed that he had no voice anymore, and he couldn't even make a voice.

In fact, Ao Junmei didn't know that he couldn't speak, he couldn't see it, let alone hear it, because he was already a dead man, from the moment Ao Yunzhu died in his hands, his heart stopped beating, he was still alive, just because Leng Wuxin was still alive, and now that Leng Wuxin is dead, his life is coming to an end.

Perhaps, Ao Yunzhu is the only thing that Ao Junmei can feel, even if she is dead, he can sense where she is, after all, their hearts and souls have long been together.

In this way, Ao Junmei looked at Ao Yunzhu blankly for a day, although he couldn't see it anymore.

The sunshine on this day was very good, and the sound made by Xiaozhu was like Xiaozhu's laughter, full of joy and very beautiful. But when it is heard in the ears of man, this cheerful voice becomes a cry, and it becomes a mournful voice.

Aojun Mei quietly walked to the place where Ao Yunzhu's body was buried, and then fell inside with a smile, and finally, he finally made a voice: "Sister Yunzhu, I'm here." ”

But this voice is also the last sentence, and then Ao Junmei lost all his vitality, this time, his heartbeat finally stopped completely, maybe he was really tired, so he died as if he was sleeping, very sweet, like falling asleep,

At this point, the plum bamboo small dye, there is only a small bamboo sword to accompany the plum blossoms and mangosteen, except for the occasional crane flock to the lake, there is no movement, now the quiet plum bamboo small dye, perhaps happy, because they can finally only for themselves.