"Qin Yi! Walk! ”

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"Kill!"

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"Bastard, you damn it!"

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"Brother Yi, my grandson will go first...

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"Brother? For... Why? ”

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"No !!!"

Dongli woke up from his dream, beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down the top of his head, for a long time, he hadn't dreamed for a long time.

Feng Qingyang and Ling Hu Chong, who were holding roast chicken and nibbling on the roast chicken, were startled by Dongli's sudden shouting, and Ling Hu Chong was so shocked that he almost dropped the wine bowl in his hand.

"Brother Dong? What's wrong? Ling Hu Chong looked at Dongli, who was sweating profusely, and asked with concern, seeing that he was having a nightmare, so he handed over the wine jar and said, "Take a sip of wine to suppress the shock." ”

Dongli had a gloomy face, and took the wine jar and poured it into his mouth frantically.

"Brother Dong, drink slowly." Seeing his appearance, Hu Chong couldn't bear to persuade, but seeing that Dongli didn't seem to hear it, he didn't say any more.

Feng Qingyang couldn't help but say when he looked at him: "Xiaoyou is very human, and he must have experienced extraordinary things, but the things in this world are just passing by, and they will be dispersed after they have passed." ”

Hearing this, Ling Hu Chong looked at Dongli and fell into deep thought.

A jar of wine was in his stomach, Dongli threw the wine jar out, hit the stone wall on the opposite side and shattered in response, and Dongli seemed to return to its previous appearance with the shattering of the wine jar.

"Old man, recovered?" Dongli looked at Feng Qingyang and asked.

"Thank you for your concern, no hindrance, no hindrance." Feng Qingyang said with a smile, the battle just now was the most enjoyable one in his life, what made him feel was not only the pleasure of meeting his opponent in chess, but also a certain improvement in his kendo, for a swordsman who is obsessed with swords, there is nothing more worthy of joy.

"Phew, it's over, I'm leaving tomorrow." Dongli took a long breath and said, next he has to go to find that I can do it, after the end of the competition with the wind and the clear wind, Dongli has already felt that his realm has risen, and the realm of the fighting word has reached the peak of the first-class, but now the internal strength has not yet returned.

Dongfang Bai Nian's old love did not kill Ren Wuxing but was only imprisoned in West Lake Meizhuang, but it was this that gave Ren Yingying and some traitors an opportunity to rescue Ren Wuxing, Dongli also promised that Dongfang Bai would help her solve the trouble, so Dongfang Bai decided to let Dongli go to sabotage Ren Yingying's plan, of course, this is also a good thing for Dongli, after all, fighting with a master can enhance his strength, but Dongfang Bai's purpose is really not to let him fight in the past.

As a woman, Dongfang Bai still can't be absolutely cold-blooded and domineering, so the purpose of telling Dongli is just to hope that Dongli will stop Ren Yingying and stabilize the rear, so that Dongfang Bai can implement the goal of unifying the rivers and lakes.

But of course, Dongli will not let go of such a good opportunity, only strength is what he cares about most.

"Xiaoyou is in such a hurry to leave?" Feng Qingyang asked, he likes this little brother with high martial arts in his heart, it is rare for someone to talk about martial arts with him, it is a good opportunity to learn, and no one wants to miss it.

"Well, there's still a lot to do, so I won't stay any longer." Dongli nodded, Feng Qingyang saw that Dongli was leaving, and he didn't say much, and then looked at Ling Huchong, who was still in deep thought on the side, sighed and shook his head.

"Linghu Chong?" Dongli looked at Ling Huchong and asked softly, thinking that he was pondering because of something, but he didn't expect that this thing was already asleep.

After a moment of speechlessness, Dongli got up and walked out of the cave.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Dongli held the Blue Shadow Blade in his hand, and danced in the style of fighting the word knife.

The internal force follows the dance of the knife and runs rapidly.

chop

chop

stab

pare

chop

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Dongli fell into his own state of mind.

Scenes from the past come to mind.

He, when he saw his own body and spirit, the painful and unwilling expression, he saw the enemy from above, looking down at himself like an ant.

He saw a golden monkey, holding a huge stick that reached the sky, roaring angrily towards the sky, and saw it, in his arms, turned into a little golden light.

He, seeing that lovely pretty face, with doubt and unwillingness, the two lines of bloody tears slid down his cheeks, and his own hand, holding a sharp blade, stuck in her chest.

He, seeing the young swordsman with his sword in his hand, threw himself to the opposite side of the cliff, and there were countless pursuers behind him, and the young man smashed the cliff with his sword, and died with those people.

He, seeing a little red light, turned into a crying baby at the door of a courtyard.

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He saw a mighty giant wolf devouring the moon, but it was torn to pieces by a gust of wind。。。。。。。。

"No!"

Roaring in pain, Dongli held his head and yelled for some reason, the double pain of soul and body, for some reason he couldn't bear it after experiencing countless pains.

For some reason, seeing that scene, his heart, his mind, his soul, was in pain, the pain was different from the pain, the feeling was like tearing everything about himself, he was like a thin blank piece of paper, watching others say that he was torn apart, that painful tearing feeling with a strong sense of powerlessness, that feeling I didn't know, and I couldn't understand it.

Dongli fell to his knees, holding his head and slamming desperately to the ground, as if trying to stop what kept coming to his mind, the ground was already stained with a lot of black and red blood, but it seemed that it had no effect.

"Roar!" Dongli tore his hair and pulled off all the originally dense hair, but he still couldn't stop it, and the roar of unwillingness and pain resounded throughout the mountain, and the mountains continued to echo from mountain to mountain.

A breeze blew, cold and warm, Dongli's red eyes were bubbling with two lines of blood and tears, and there was a crimson scene in front of him, but he saw a cyan streamer passing by, and everything in front of him gradually returned to its original state.

Subsequently, Dongli gradually calmed down.

After a moment of dazedness, Dongli knelt on the ground like dementia, his eyes were glazed, but there was a faint cyan streamer in his eyes that kept flowing.

Standing up, Dongli looked into the distance expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened, the wound on his forehead gradually recovered, and the plucked hair had regrown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dongli looked into the distance, his head was clouded, as if nothing had been sent to him, he couldn't remember anything, but he felt that the scene in front of him had become different, and there were many white lines flowing between the mountains.

"This is? Wind? Dongli muttered.

He was very curious, it seemed that after being resurrected by Nan Zhen, he gained some special power, he didn't know what this power was, whether it was because Nan Zhen still needs to be verified, this power made his ears have extraordinary hearing, this feeling is not the cause of the ear itself, but what is conveying these messages to the ear, and at this time, for some reason, his eyes seem to be able to see the trajectory of the wind.

"The wind..." Dongli looked at the flowing wind, looked up to the sky and sighed, and muttered, "What a familiar and unfamiliar power!" ”

The wind is really fateful!

Dongli thought of the person in his mind, the person who had an inextricable relationship with him, the person who let his soul fly away, looking at the flowing wind, countless grass and mud horses in his heart, cough cough, infinite emotion.

Closing his eyes, Dongli didn't feel this power, but chose to avoid it and walked to the entrance of the cave to meditate.

Feng Qingyang heard Dongli's painful roar, he really wanted to see what was going on, but he couldn't help it when he thought of Dongli's appearance before, until the sound disappeared, and when he saw Dongli meditating safely at the entrance of the cave, he sighed and walked into the depths of the cave and returned to his secluded place.