The remnant sun is like blood, and the bloody wind is howling.

The streets are full of potholes, the sword aura is smashed, and the corpses are strewn all over the ground.

A group of warriors in different costumes gathered around, all gritting their teeth, if it weren't for the old Dao and the girl who suddenly broke in to stop them, I am afraid that the next moment they would turn into afterimages and launch a thunderous attack like a sea tide.

"It seems like a long time...... I haven't touched the hilt of the sword anymore......" The wooden camel half-knelt on the ground, with the navy blue sword in his hand to support himself with difficulty, a wisp of scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly lowered his head and laughed softly.

"The devil, dare to laugh when you die!"

"Good thief, I'll let you pay for your blood today!"

"Kaede!"

There was a loud shouting and scolding all around, which was extremely noisy and harsh.

"Dustless old Dao, this is the good disciple you taught!" Among the large group of besieging warriors, a thin middle-aged man in a green shirt stepped out of the crowd, with a hooked nose and a black cloth tied to his unkempt hair, and after glancing at the girl, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he immediately stared at the old man with a mocking face.

The purple-clothed old man raised his head, slowly closed his eyes, and was silent for an instant.

When the beautiful girl with the sword on her back heard this, her two beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her face showed shame. She clenched her silver teeth, stomped her feet angrily, and after looking at the menacing heroes around her, she seemed to think of something, and quickly suppressed her irritability.

"Hmph, today the old man is simply a good person, and this will help you clean up the portal!"

Another tall yellow-robed old man scolded, as if he was a little impatient with the current stalemate, and in his thick palm, two round iron galls made of cold iron turned back and forth, and at this time they were clicking and making a piercing buzzing sound.

Even if the people around him closed their facial senses, they still felt a surge of qi and blood all over their bodies, which was really weird.

"Damn, what kind of formation is it, why can't you find a flaw at all?!"

The wooden camel narrowed Danfeng's eyes and stared at the front with an expressionless face, allowing blood to gush from the wound.

His handsome face was hidden in the shadow of the bangs on his forehead, and half of his body was completely unconscious.

"It's better for this kind of scum to die early, and tarnish the reputation of our Shangzhou out of thin air."

A large group of warriors whispered, their bodies tightened like thunderbolts, and they pointed at the white-shirted young man covered in blood with their blades, as if they were about to eject out in the next moment.

"Thief, this hero is going to do the right thing for heaven today!"

There was a noisy sound around, as if thousands of quarking ducks were suddenly dropped from boiling hot water.

"Enough!"

The purple-clothed old man snorted, the hem of his clothes waved, and a terrible wind rolled up in an instant, flying towards the crowd like a galloping horse, blowing sand and rocks nearby.

"My Zixiao Dao Sect's affairs, it's not your turn to point fingers!"

The echo was mighty, like a thunderbolt exploding.

This vigorous and majestic voice seemed to be full of a different kind of magic, and the large group of warriors who had been noisy before were silent, as if they were choked by the neck in an instant, their faces were flushed, and they couldn't hold back a fart.

The group of people standing inside the encirclement seemed to have their mouths sewn up, and nothing could be heard inside or outside except for the faint sound of breathing.

The air seemed to freeze.

Under the terrifying momentum like a giant beast in the wilderness, many people tensed all over, and even secretly shed a little cold sweat.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a disdainful angry snort suddenly came, which seemed extremely abrupt in the here and now.

"Wuchenzi, you precious disciple is ruthless, you even killed several elite disciples of my sect in a row, how do you say you should be good today?"

Stretching out his hand to dissolve the fierce air flow invisibly, the face of the middle-aged man in the green shirt changed, his eyes flashed with jealousy, and his expression suddenly became a little solemn.

"Do you want to shield this villain who brutalized his junior brother and killed his fellow disciples?!"

The old man in the yellow robe laughed coldly, the iron gall in his hand rose violently, and the terrifying coercion all over his body suddenly landed, and he raised his hand and pointed back: "You ask, do they agree?" ”

"No!"

"Kill this adversary!"

The men, women, and children behind him all stared at the embarrassed figure in the middle, shouting and scolding in their mouths, as if they wanted to eat their flesh and blood.

Seeing the excitement of the crowd, Aoi's delicate body immediately shook, her white and tender fingers twisted back and forth, biting her lips, and her face was bloodless.

The purple-clothed Taoist looked up to the sky and sighed, and in an instant, the figure seemed to be dozens of years old.

Seeing that their own side occupied the peak of morality, the law enforcement elders of various factions immediately became unforgiving, and they all displayed their words and swords, holding high the banner of Tianxingdao, as if they were forming a group in turn, and issued an aggressive shout against the old way......

"What a hypocritical group of people...... "The wooden camel slowly glanced around, taking in the expressions of the nearby crowd.

He touched the blood on his chest, and his body straightened violently, standing like a flag in the setting sun, and the shadow of the ruined attic not far away just covered his amber eyes.

In a trance, a thick mist rose in the air, and the tall figures around them twisted a few times, suddenly becoming more and more blurred like a light veil.

"Whoa—"

The crisp sound of the sword suddenly startled, echoing in mid-air.

"I, Mu Zifeng, do things alone, and from now on, I will have nothing to do with Zixiao Dao Sect."

Word by word, generous and powerful.

"Kaede, don't!"

There was a muffled pop.

The sword shattered, and the blood flowed like a pour.

The hideous faces of those warriors, Aoi's frightened pretty faces, and Wuchenzi's slowly closed eyes......

Scenes flickered continuously, flying through my mind like a quick shot.

The noisy noise faded away, like an ethereal ballad, echoing in my ears, and after a few circles, it fluttered and wandered like the wind.

"Kaede, wake up! Wake up! ”

Suddenly, there was a soft sobbing sound of a woman in her ears.

The wooden camel's eyes instantly darkened, and after feeling that the world was spinning, his consciousness suddenly blurred, his body fell into a warm embrace, his head was pillowed with two soft balls, and a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

"Click-"

A hot tear crossed the curve of the aisle, and suddenly fell on his cheek, followed the deep and three-dimensional outline, and slowly flowed to the dry corners of his mouth.

"Are you going to die, this feeling of suffocation and powerlessness is still so annoying."

The wooden camel breathed weakly a few times, and its head seemed to sink into the mud, and suddenly became groggy.

His light blue and white shirt was covered with a little bloodstain, and in the torn wound, his sleeve was wrapped in a navy blue sword swallowed by a golden dragon, and the surface was covered with dense cracks.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced through his ribs, piercing the white brocade underwear deeply, and blood gushed out, dripping down the torn sleeves.

"Kaede, wake up, please!" The delicate cry in his ears became more and more rapid, and he couldn't cry anymore by the end.

"Is it Aoi, this silly girl ......" The wooden camel thought in a trance, his head resting on the soft lotus arm, and before he could struggle to stand up, his vision suddenly fell into darkness.

Between the ups and downs of her thoughts, Aoi's smile suddenly appeared in her mind, her quirkiness, her liveliness and loveliness, and what she said that day.

Outside the Orchid Pavilion, by the ancient road.

The roadside is filled with colorful wildflowers, and the breeze caresses by, sending a pleasant fragrance of light.

A thin old horse walked slowly, and after snorting, he lowered his head and chewed a few mouthfuls of grass, grinding his upper and lower teeth staggered, and some white foam sticking to the beard of his lower jaw, which looked very leisurely.

On the right-hand side, a pair of young men and girls hold the reins in their hands, shoulder to shoulder, and stroll along the sheep intestine path, chanting and singing.

The girl is dressed in a goose-yellow dress, carrying a three-foot Qingfeng, her eyebrows are like Yuandai, and her eyes are like autumn water, and her temperament is dusty, like a white lotus that is not stained out of the mud.

She glanced sideways at the young man next to her, her good-looking big eyes flashed with brilliance, and she suddenly raised her mouth slightly, letting out a crisp and pleasant coquettishness: "Senior brother, I have been very distressed about something recently, can you help me with an idea?" ”

"Aoi, don't sell it, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it." The young man's sword eyebrows trembled slightly, and he held the reins in his hand in wonder, and his amber eyes were full of suspicion.

Every time this girl calls him a senior brother, she must have some idea in her heart. Either he was playing tricks on him, or he was in trouble somewhere, and wanted him to take the blame in front of the master.

Helpless, who made me a senior brother?

Aoi lowered her head gently, and her pretty face seemed to be dyed with rouge, and suddenly turned red. She bit her lip, twisted her white and delicate jade fingers a few times, suddenly raised her little brain, and asked shyly: "Senior brother, I want to take someone back to Sanssouci Valley." However, I don't know if he likes me or not, what should I do? ”

The young man in white was stunned, frowned invisibly, and was silent for a long time, then hummed softly, his voice dry and low: "Who is he?" I'll help you. ”

When Aoi heard this, he suddenly showed a look of hesitation, and his face was straightened, with an indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away. She snorted softly, turned her head in dissatisfaction, and pursed her lips high with a puffed expression.

"My little ancestor, why are you angry again?" The young man shrugged helplessly, touched his forehead with his hand, and couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face.

"Hmph-" Aoi straightened her face, puffing out her cheeks in annoyance, her big eyes wide.

"Hey, I don't want you to help me!" After a while, she suddenly burst out laughing, and the indifferent expression on her face couldn't hold back.

Under the light movement of the lotus step, Aoi stretched out a pair of lotus roots that deceived the frost and snow, like a hunting and sneak attack, the movement was extremely fast, and suddenly hugged the young man's body tightly.

She poked her fingers and gently rested her forehead against Kaede's broad chest, with a smug smile like a little fox on her face, and snorted playfully, "Because, I've caught him now." From now on, it will never be possible to escape from the palm of this girl's hand. ”

"Aoi," Kaede's body stiffened slightly, as if he was stunned for a moment, his narrow Danfeng eyes slammed a few times, and his pursed lips suddenly curled.

He touched the girl's hair, and the originally slightly cold face was like ice and snow thawing, and a smile gradually appeared, and his arm was even tightened subconsciously.

The two hearts suddenly pressed close together, and all the next developments seemed to be in silence.

Aoi snuggled in the arms of the young man, like a bird, with a sweet smile on her pretty face.

The young man held the beautiful woman in his arms, jumped on the horse, and flicked the reins in his hand.

Da! Da! Da!

The wizened old horse opened his hooves and walked slowly towards the grassy path.

The swallows on the branches were startled by the sound of horses' hooves, and flew into the depths of the peach forest with a murmur.

The sky was a little blue, and the oncoming spring breeze was warm.

The two of them were caught up in the sea of flowers, and after drifting apart, they soon blurred their figures.

The wooden camel stood beside the willow tree in a daze, his fingers embedded deep in the rough bark, silently watching the three gradually distorted figures.

The surrounding flowers and trees are constantly changing, and the pictures are slowly unfolding in front of you like a movie.

In a cold and windy alley, you will see a young girl holding a young man covered in blood, hanging her head and sobbing in a heartbroken voice.

A zhang away, a large group of fierce warriors were full of indifference, and they were raising their heads and clapping their hands at this time.

Perhaps, you will also hear the purple-clothed old man leaning over his waist and letting out a lonely sigh.

At the age of nineteen, the self-proclaimed righteous sects of the sects, under the pretext of Mu Zifeng's mutilation of his junior disciples and the slaughter of his fellow Daoists, jointly put pressure on the Zixiao Dao Sect, in an attempt to completely kill this rising martial arts star.

He, under the serious wound, although he was lucky to survive, was expelled from the division.

I simply split one chapter into two chapters.,Okay,Congratulations on another successful water chapter.,Applause π_πo& amp; gt; _& amp; lt; o I have been working overtime for the past few days, and when I come back, I have fallen asleep, and I can't open my eyes. I don't want to write cool articles in these chapters, so I want to tell a little story. Originally, I was going to finish writing like a cloud, but maybe my pen power was too poor, and the picture I wanted to present, the fiery feelings I wanted to convey, always came to an abrupt end when I was about to gush out. The accumulation and outburst of feelings is indeed my weakness, unlike writing battles and brushing brushes to come out, digging pits and layouts, and the road is long