His face was like ashes, and he opened the medicine bag with trembling hands, and carefully took out a palm-sized crystal from it. The crystal is all turquoise and glows with a faint fluorescence, shimmering with intoxicating beauty. At this moment, the fluorescence emitted by the crystal is constantly pulsing, stagnant and irregular, like a chaotic heartbeat, which makes people uneasy. In the center of the crystal, an ominous dark red blood light was born in the blue for no reason, just like its name - twin blood.

Suddenly, a small cracking sound sounded from the center of the crystal, and the twin blood shattered slowly but irretrievably in the desperate eyes.

In the mountains, the giant wings broke through the sky and pierced the sea of stars.

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Under the bright moon, thunder burst out, and a vigorous figure jumped down from the top of the waterfall, and plunged headlong into the lake at an angle perpendicular to the ground, like a meteor, breaking through the layers of clouds and mist above the waterhole and hitting the water surface hard. The huge splash of water exploded with the arc of electricity, and the figure bounced up from the center of the splash, and slammed into the shore with a thunderous light, slamming the ground beneath his feet into a scorched black with the arc of lightning jumping around him.

The man who came was pale, armed with a cross-bladed steel spear, his soaked shirt draped behind his back, and his bare skin covered with all kinds of scars.

"Hot rain! hot rain!"

As soon as the last soldier landed, he called out loudly, but did not hear any response. His face became even more ugly, he closed his eyes and meditated, spreading his consciousness to the surroundings, and soon sensed two breaths not far away, and immediately rushed directly into the forest with the dragon gun.

"Hot Rain!"

The last soldier's figure stopped abruptly, and his pupils narrowed rapidly. In front of him, an old man in a black robe stood in the shadows of the forest, like a lonely black bamboo. His right eagle-like claw was pinching Yan Yu's neck, lifting him in mid-air. Yan Yu's head hung weakly, his lifeless eyes were looking in the direction of the last soldier, his eyelids drooped slightly, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Get out of here!" shouted the last soldier, spear in hand.

The old man waved his arm and threw Yan Yu at the last soldier. The last soldier immediately retracted the sprinting figure, stretched out his left arm to catch Yan Yu, and pointed the dragon gun in his right hand at the old man, not daring to slack off.

The last soldier quickly distanced himself from the old man, retreated to a tree, slowly squatted down, put Yan Yu on the ground, and let her upper body rest in his arms. The palm of his left hand gathered qi and patted it on the top of Yan Yu's head. Yan Yu's body trembled suddenly, coughed up a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes, and completely collapsed in the arms of the last soldier.

Under the nervous gaze of the last soldier, Yan Yu opened his eyes again, and his gaze turned and fell on the face of the last soldier, smiling slightly with the blood stains on the corners of his mouth. The last soldier finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have a good eye. The old man's laughter rang out, "This girl is very similar to her." ”

The last soldier raised his head, the concern in his eyes turned to hatred, like two awls quenched by poisonous juice, staring at the old man. Although he had never seen the old man's true face, he recognized the stick-like weapon wrapped in black cloth behind the old man's back at a glance. He knew that this old man who almost killed Yan Yu was the guy from the Xiling Empire.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Looking directly at the fierce eyes of the last soldier, the old man actually laughed, "That's the kind of look in your eyes, this is you." ”

"Why?" said the last soldier as he leaned against the tree with Yan Yu and lowered his head.

"Do you need a reason to kill?" the old man unloaded his weapon from behind his back and held it in front of him, "if so, it's because you've disappointed me so much." ”

"Who the hell are you!" the last soldier suddenly stood up and stabbed with his spear raised.

"Waste, there is no need to know the truth. The old man shook his head, and an arrow stepped forward, sweeping with his stick.

"Look for death!" the last soldier shouted angrily, the spear changed, and the stabbing changed to a sweep, like a mirror image, and hit the swept black stick hard.

The guns and sticks collided, and a huge wave of qi exploded from them, and both were shaken apart. The old man jumped up, his body swirling lightly in the air, and the black stick stabbed out from his shoulder, pointing directly at the forehead of the last soldier. The last soldier also jumped up by taking advantage of the situation, and his movements were almost the same as those of the old man, his body stretched out in the air, and the dragon roared out of the water, like a dragon out of the water, without letting go.

The heads of the two were slightly off, and the guns and sticks were wrong, and each grazed the side of the other's face.

The last soldier landed on the old man's side, squatted down dexterously, the dragon roared the spear, carried it on his shoulder, and swept the old man three ways with a green dragon offering claws. The old man didn't look at it, moved half a step to the side, and stomped the black stick on the ground to intercept the dragon gun. The last soldier turned around and raised his gun, and the dragon fired the spear and swept it towards the old man's shoulder again. The old man seemed to have expected it in his heart, and flashed behind the black stick in one step. The dragon shot at the tip of the black stick, and the huge force on the gun overwhelmed the black stick. The old man's right hand leaned along the body of the stick to the lower end of the black stick, bowed down slightly, put the black stick on his back, unloaded the gun, kicked the black stick with his heel, inserted his right leg, and took a dragon step, and the black stick barbed to force the last soldier back.

"Angry? This is not a good boy. The old man laughed mockingly.

"Phew!" the last soldier was furious, and the thunder instantly poured into the dragon's spear, flying and slashing.

"Banmen get an axe!" the old man shouted suddenly, holding the black stick to one side and raising his left arm. The thunderbolt burst and blew the sleeve to pieces. The old man directly punched the dragon and fired the gun.

In an instant, the arc splashed, and the scorching thunder pierced the night, and a silver sun seemed to be born in the forest. In the thunder, the last soldier was blown out with a gun, but he was not injured. He steadied himself in the air, and when he landed, his feet made two long marks on the ground.

The thunder gradually faded, and the old man still stood in place, maintaining the movement of raising his left fist. His eyebrows were scorched, his hair was electrocuted, but there was arrogance and toughness in his eyes. The fist was slashed by the cross blade of the dragon spear, leaving a continuous scar on the four fingers, and blood gushed from it, trickling down his arm and dripping on the ground in front of the old man.

"Impossible······ The last soldier's originally fierce expression became dazed, and his eyes were full of disbelief, "It's impossible to ······"

"Nothing is impossible. The old man was silent for a while, slowly withdrew his fist, looked at the wound on his fist and said, "You holding the dragon spear still disappoint me, but no matter how disappointed you are, you are also my pride." ”

"Why do you know so much about my moves, and why do you ······ It will also ······"

"Will also lead to thunder?" the old man spread out his palms, and the arc jumped on his fingertips like a small snake, "Silly boy, this is called 'Long Mingjian'." Those moves of yours are 'Dragon Gun Technique'. I gave you all these with my own hands. ”

"No way! I don't know you! You, who are you?"

"Who are you?" the old man looked up at the last soldier.

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"Answer me!, who are you!" the old man shouted suddenly, and the angry shout echoed through the forest, like a Shura judgment.

“······ I, I was born in the Jiyan Mercenary Group, I was born as a mercenary, I am the last soldier. Captain Yan Mo is my father-in-law. His son, Yanhong, is my brother······" The last soldier's eyes flickered, his voice trembled, and he said incoherently.

"And where did your dragon lance come from?"

“······ I don't know. The last soldier closed his eyes, and fragments of memories kept pouring in, as if they were about to tear his head apart.

At the end of the memory fragments, there was a miserable whiteness. Seemingly, there was a dispute.

"The last soldier? Yan Mo's 'end', whose 'soldier'?"

"Who are you!" the last soldier suddenly burst into tears, shouting loudly.

No, no, only thunder and death!

The old man took off his black robe, revealing his lean muscles covered in scars. On his right chest, a cross-shaped scar stands out, running from behind to his chest.

"No one, can stab me with my ghost flying catcher Yao Bin, or use my dragon gun. The old man said word by word, with a kind and murderous smile, "Except for you, my proud son." ”

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He had never heard of Yao Bin, but he was very familiar with the name of the Ghost Flying Catch. That's a legend among the older generation of mercenaries. He does not belong to any organization, has no fixed residence, no name, no surname, no relatives and no reason. The people only know that he is a man and a shot, and that every sin will be punished, and every evil will be killed. He once broke into the Huangmu Mountain Range alone, and it is said that under the nose of the ancient half-demon who ruled the Huangmu Mountain Range, he killed the opponent's men, fought with them, and retreated. Because he ignored the law, he was also wanted by various forces. No matter what the identity of the other party is, even if it is a royal family, as long as he is guilty or an enemy of him, he will kill him. Even the envoy of the Charm Department who took office died at his hands.

The lonely gun unicorn gall, the flying shadow of the rivers and lakes stays.

The long night of the cup of blood sacrifice, the thunder roars and the sky travels.

Step through the Futu Tower and deter the Shura Tower.

The demons bowed their heads together, and the honorific title was sorrowful.

No one knows where the Ghost Flying Catch came from, or where he ended up. About twenty-five years ago, the ghost sorrow flying hunt completely disappeared from people's sight. It is rumored that he died in the pursuit of the Phantom Department. The last soldier knows as little about this person as the rest of the world, but remembers his name as the "Ghost Flying General".

Yao Bin? Is the real name of the ghost flying catcher? Mo Bing didn't care about this, the only thing he cared about was the word "son".

"You······ Are you ······ I ······ My ······ No way!"

"The end of the world is dark all over the barren mounds, who is Xiao Xiao worried about?" Yao Bin said with a smile.

"My generation, only will, blood for wine······" As if breaking the barriers of time and space, memories kept flooding back like a tide, and the last soldier shed tears and muttered mechanically, "Sit with dry bones, words, words, words······"

"Words hero. This is a poem that I used to read to you when you were a child. ”

"Hero?" the nightmare kept clear, and the last soldier raised his head, his eyes full of tears and resentment, "You, are you worthy?"

"Hehe, this look looks like me. Yao Bin shook his head, as if he hadn't heard the words of the last soldier, "But, I won't cry, these tears are like your mother." Although you forgot about me, you remember your mother very clearly, not only kept her weakness in your bones, but also found a girl who was so similar to her. ”

"Do you remember your mother?"

"That's right, she's the only woman I've ever loved. ”

"But I remember, you, kill her!"

"When did you remember?" Yao Bin still had that kind and murderous smile, and did not deny it.

"Just now. The last soldier raised the dragon spear, and the blood spread on it, condensing into a dragon pattern.

"Actually, you remember it very well, that's why you're the way you are today. Yao Bin shook off the black cloth covering the long stick, revealing a cross-bladed wooden spear carved from Kui wood, which was almost exactly the same as the dragon gun in the hand of the last soldier, "Tell me, who are you?"

Two bright bolts of lightning burst out from the eyes of the last soldier.

"Yao!

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In the year 3149 of the new era, the mountain of frost. A lonely wooden house was built on top of a cliff, as if suspended in the air, and a slightly stronger mountain wind could sweep it into the abyss. At each end of the wooden house is connected to a plank road that is just large enough for one person to pass, and it is surrounded by clouds and mist and frost.

In the wooden house, an old man was sorting things out and putting the medicinal herbs into the medicine bag. Beside him, a boy of seven or eight years old was making a fire by a charcoal basin. The boy was a little absent-minded at the moment, looking around worriedly as he baked the fire.

"Jean, come here. The old man packed up the herbs, closed the sachet, and beckoned the boy to his side.

Compared to his peers, the boy appears to be much more well-behaved. The old man's beard is all white, and the fairy wind is boneless, and the boy will only feel safe when he is around. The old man hung the medicine bag on the boy's shoulder. The boy's thin figure contrasts sharply with the large medicine sac, which looks a little funny.

"Master ······" The boy stopped talking.

"Don't be afraid. The old man smiled kindly and touched the boy's little head, "Those people are friends with the teacher, as long as you don't know anything." ”

"Hmm. ”

After a few moments, the door on the side of the wooden house was suddenly pushed open. A man with a silver gun dragged another half-dead man in, startling the boy.

"Mo Lao. ”

The man threw the other man on the floor and gave the boy a casual look. The boy immediately shrank behind the old man. The man ignored it, pulled out a chair, and sat down without looking at it.

This is the doctor's territory, so the man is defenseless. As an absolute neutral, it is taboo for the healer to attack him, and no fighting is allowed on his territory. In particular, the owner of this wooden house is also the world's first holy doctor, Mo Cang.

"The famous ghost is flying and hunting, succumbing to the cold house, what are you doing?"