Wind and rain!

Thick dark clouds covered the sky, and the sky and the earth gradually darkened.

The downpour poured down from the sky, as if to wash away everything in the world, lightning tore through the dark clouds, and thunder resounded in the sky.

But no amount of rain can wash away the despair in my heart.

Su Yuan stood on the top of Bifeng, letting the rain hit his body.

His eyes were still as clear as a spring in the mountains, without a trace of impurities, but his eyes had no brilliance, only countless feelings intertwined, pain, confusion, struggle, anger, hesitation, loss, sadness......

These complex emotions kept growing and disappearing in his heart, repeatedly, and finally entangled and tormented him.

There was no expression on his face anymore, or it was because his heart was already crowded with so many emotions that it was difficult to hold other feelings.

The rolling clouds grew thicker and thicker, and the heavens and the earth were completely plunged into darkness, and the day was as dark as night.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the rocks with a "popping" sound, and Su Yuan raised his head blankly to meet the overwhelming rain pouring down, the rain blurred his eyes, and flowed down his pale cheeks to his slightly trembling hands and the knife hanging from his waist.

Shocking dreams, he has always been reluctant to use it, even in several crises he didn't bring it with him, just because he felt that it was a secret between him and Liufeng Yueling, he saw it more important than his life, but now it seems that those meaningless attachments are so ridiculous.

Unconsciously, his hand was already tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, and a cold and heavy breath suddenly spread from the knife throughout his body, and it roared softly, and the blue light flashed in the rain, and the dream was unsheathed again.

The blade was as smooth as a mirror, and the raindrops did not splash on it, but quickly separated and slid down from both sides of the blade. Su Yuan took a breath and slashed into the sky, and a clear blue sword light cut through the heavy rain curtain and disappeared into the sky.

The many emotions that lingered in his heart seemed to have been broken by the sword light.

He began to wave the frightening dream in his hand, and the shadow of the sword was like a swimming dragon, soaring freely in the pouring rain.

His knife technique is not limited to any moves, he has never used a knife, every knife seems to be done casually, and the speed of swinging the knife does not seem to be very fast, but every knife is natural, each knife uses power to the extreme, and every knife has a chilling domineering.

The nightmare was like a life, trembling softly in the rain, as if it was not bound by the scabbard and swaying to its heart's content, which was the posture it should have.

The dream became more and more free in his hands, as if countless sword techniques had already been deeply engraved in his heart, and he was just using them.

The blue sword light danced like a brilliant rainbow with his thoughts, and the raindrops that fell beside him became his enemies, and he cut them one after another, and the raindrops changed from large to small until they turned into mist.

The pain, the confusion, the struggle, the anger, the hesitation, the loss, the sadness that haunted him...... Many emotions are also like raindrops, destroying and dissipating little by little under the light of the knife.

The heavy rain began to gradually stop, and Su Yuan also stopped.

He remembered that Tang Chuan also left a move in his mind here that day, combined with the artistic conception just now, he finally understood the essence of it, each style condensed the power to the extreme, but it can move at will, not only has the momentum of opening up and uniting to move forward, but also has the ultimate subtle control.

He vaguely saw the road to "hegemony", a path to the pinnacle of martial arts.

However, even though the path of martial arts in front of him gradually began to become clear, he had lost the courage and belief to go on at this moment.

That day, Xuanyuan Yanwang's words to Feng Yueling were like the sharpest dagger in the world, piercing his heart, at that time, he wanted to rush forward and interrogate the girl, but he found that his trembling body was no longer able to move, nor could he shout.

Is he really unable to move, or is he afraid that everything is real?

There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart, and there is no sorrow than silence.

The dark clouds had long since cleared, the sun was shining through the spotless sky, and a colorful rainbow hung in the sky.

Su Yuan raised his eyes and saw that the sky was clear and bright, which only made his heart so sad.

The stunning, smooth blade of the knife was brilliant under the sunlight, like the blue sea dyed with a layer of golden yellow, it reflected the dazzling sunlight, and also reflected Su Yuan's more and more heroic face, as well as deep eyes, deep and black pupils, enough to hide all the sadness and pity.

The wind blew through him with the freshness and wetness after the rain, the hem of his clothes swayed in the wind, a crisp and pleasant wind chime rang, and suddenly, his heart beat fiercely, he slowly lowered his head, and there was a delicate and small wind chime on his belt, which was swaying gently at this time, making a pleasant sound.

For him, the sound of wind chimes is like a fairy music!

Because it was given to him by Liufeng Yueling herself, the original pair of bells was divided into two by the girl, and he and the girl each held one.

He stroked the wind chimes gently, and he remembered that the girl's laughter was as beautiful as the wind chimes, that her smile was as charming and moving as a flower blooming, and that she was sitting on Luoxia Peak and watching Luoxia's sweet appearance.

Although he never showed affection for her, the way she looked at him, the way she talked to him, the things she gave him, and the look on her face when she was with him, made him feel this way.

Does she have that in mind?

His eyes lit up, he felt his heart beating vigorously, his body no longer trembled, he clenched the nightmare in his hand, the vanishing power returned to his body again, and when the emotions that lingered in his heart were completely gone, his thoughts returned to normal.

He was not a person who easily lost control, but because all the faith in his heart collapsed at that moment, he thought that he had been overwhelmed by despair, and now he found that there might be a turnaround.

He carefully recalled the scene of that day, recalled the words and actions of Liufeng Yueling, and refused to miss even a look, he can now clearly remember that Liufeng Yueling cast two glances at him that day, his eyes were full of helplessness and sadness, was he the hope of a girl at that time?

At least that's what he thinks at this point.

What is the reason why the girl can't do anything, she is a member of the royal family, although it is a collateral line, but it is not comparable to ordinary families, and there are times when such a family background is helpless?

But from Xuanyuan Yanwang's actions, it can be seen that he is full of confidence in himself, and all he can rely on is that he is the concubine of the imperial marshal and the power of the Xuanyuan family.

However, Su Yuan may not be worse than him, he is a descendant of the White Ape Clan, for seven thousand years, the White Ape Clan has guarded the land of a state in the north, and the accumulated heritage and precipitation are not comparable to the Xuanyuan family, even though he is not yet valued in the family and cannot use the family's resources, but his father Su Yi is the lord of Snow Sleep City, and may be able to get help from him.

Su Yuan was like a drowning man, clinging to the life-saving straw in front of him, that was his only hope.

A trace of bitterness flashed in Su Yuan's eyes, he had never mentioned his family background to others, including Pang Jing, Xi Lan and Yuan Xi, just as he had never asked them, because he never thought of relying on the power of his family, and even he was unwilling to be constrained in that environment since he was a child, he had always longed for the freedom of wanton freedom, and it was precisely for this reason that he was far away from Selangor and studied martial arts alone in Qingyang Academy. At this time, he found that no matter how powerful a force is, it cannot be compared to the support that a powerful force can give.

He remembered the story that the dream and the girl told about it, and the power of Gong Yiyang, who was so proud of the crowd, could not really be carefree.

Because he already has a concern in his heart and a vision for the future!

And now his strength is still insignificant, and he is still far from the martial arts mastery.

He had never been so eager to have a powerful force behind him to protect the faith in his heart.