This is a land of beautiful bells and gentlemen————

Pavilions and pavilions, small bridges in Jinghu, the elders teach earnestly, gentle and introverted, and the juniors practice hard, laughing and playing.

Day after day, year after year, the days seem to go on so peacefully, calm and exquisite, like a trickle, with a sense of comfort, unhurried, unhurried, flowing to the depths of time, slowly stretching out slender fingers, gently holding the corners of the years.

However, on a sunny afternoon, the land was dyed with a heavy layer of blood.

The crimson blood, the broken sword, the people who lost their breath, and the still clear shout, the battle spirit that shook the sky, all showed the fierceness and pathos of this battle.

Countless black phantoms appeared from the sky, slowly coming to this land, the sharp blade in his hand was surrounded by an unknown force, as if with the momentum of destroying the world, in an instant, it was to harvest countless lives.

The lake that had always been calm and clear was full of blood, with a bit of enchanting taste, and the gentle and dignified little bridge had also become mutilated, and when the breeze blew, it made a lonely sound.

On the edge of the pond of the small bridge, the white and crystal quicksand and jade are all dyed with a layer of dark red, with a smell of blood that cannot be ignored.

The once brightly lit tall building was also burned by the scorching fire, and the flames rushed into the sky, reflecting countless hideous faces, and then, just like that, in the unyielding gaze of everyone dyed blood, it was dying and collapsed.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

And those figures holding swords against the enemy never stopped for a moment.

Even if the exquisite and beautiful garden is burned down, even if the majestic small buildings fall down one after another, even if the clansmen who accompany them day by day lose their breath one by one.

Even though he gradually lost his strength and lost consciousness, those people still stubbornly raised their hands, held the long sword in their hands, and gave the enemy the final blow.

Even if it's to delay a little more time for the clansmen around you, even if it's a little, a little, it's fine.

Until he fell, paving a blood-stained path for the clansmen behind him, the long sword in their hands never let go.

However, that beautiful place could not be preserved after all.

Those high-spirited teenagers and smiling girls all fell on this ruined land and embraced it for the last time.

Looking at this piece of ruins, for some reason, Su Yunran only felt a bitter feeling welling up in his heart, his eyes gradually reddened, as if something had rushed out of his eyes, and his vision gradually blurred.

The tip of his nose was extremely sour, and Su Yunran couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his cheek, but it was cold to touch his hand.

This is ······

Tears?

Crying yourself?

Why?

The feeling of grief surging up in the blood, the fighting intent that constantly reverberated in the heart, and the warm feeling from the meridians of the whole body.

What are these?

Looking at those young children, but still holding a long sword that was a few points longer than themselves, slashing at the enemy, the immature little face was full of slaughter, with a stubbornness that could not be concealed.

What a familiar expression.

Just like myself back then.

A few years have passed since those bloody days, but Su Yunran has never forgotten the kind of fighting spirit born from the deepest part of his heart.

Stubbornness in despair, that's probably it.

In the face of the encirclement and suppression of countless masters, Su Yunran was also like this, with several secret guards, holding long swords, with loose long hair, and his body was stained with blood that could not be ignored.

But it is also like this, in the midst of such encirclement and suppression, it is hard to kill a frank and unscrupulous road.

Now, looking at the scene in front of him, that familiar feeling is like a tide, completely submerging Su Yunran.

Why did such a prosperous and beautiful landscape fall here?

Why is such a warm and quiet home shattered?

A dull pain suddenly came from his heart, Su Yunran couldn't help but squat down, stretched out his hand to cover his heart, his slender fingers tightly grasped the placket of his clothes, and the joints were slightly white.

It hurts······

Tears welled up in his eyes and ran down his cheeks.

Looking at the falling figures in front of him, Su Yunran wanted to reach out, wanted to draw his sword, and wanted to block those black figures.

However, she was like she had lost all her movements, unable to move, and could only squat helplessly among the broken mountains and rivers, helplessly shedding tears.

It's like a lost child, lost his bearings.

Crystal burning tears smashed on the ground covered with blood, blurring a small square of ground, but it could not dilute the rich blood.

There seemed to be a dull breath in his heart, and Su Yunran snorted slightly, suppressing the fishy sweetness in his throat.

Where is this?

Why is it so painful?

This kind of pain is born from the deepest part of my heart, like a phenomenon for no reason, but it makes Su Yunran feel a little familiar.

It is said that it is familiar, but it is not necessarily true, but Su Yunran does not reject it, but has a feeling that he is about to merge with the grief of the broken old garden.

At the same time, it is the secret that is gradually awakening in his own blood.

The sound of fighting in his ears did not stop, he took a deep breath, and when he realized that he could move, Su Yunran slowly stood up.

But he was caught off guard by a piece of flying blood, and the arm that flew out, and the hand full of blood was still holding the long sword tightly.

The young girl fell heavily to the ground, snorting heavily, but there was no hesitation in the movements of her body, and as soon as she turned around, she stretched out her left hand, took off the long sword in her hand, and stabbed at the man in black in front of her.

Even if there is only one hand left, even if her body is already scarred, even if the blood stains her through, but this sword is still sharp and awe-inspiring, without the slightest hesitation.

When she fell to the ground again, the long sword in the girl's hand had been broken and fell to the ground, making a clear sound.

Raising her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, Su Yunran's ears sounded with a woman's clear voice, with a momentum that shook the mountains and rivers, so that she couldn't help but tighten her palms.

"The sword in our hands can be broken, but our backbone will never be broken!"

The words fell, looking at the scene in front of him, Su Yunran's pupils shrank suddenly.

The woman raised her hand, her hands quickly sealed, her long hair fluttered wildly, and the aura around her body soared, controlling a space around her, and at the same time, she also threw out several clansmen around her, imprisoning dozens of enemies.

In the midst of the bloody flying, amid the screams of several clansmen, the woman slowly closed her eyes and looked serene.

Then, the sound of an explosion resounded through the sky.

Blood splattered, and the broken stumps fell down one after another, and some smashed at Su Yunran's feet, bringing up a trail of blood.

Self-destructing.

The sourness on the tip of his nose became more and more intense, and Su Yunran stiffened his feet and walked towards the blood-colored depths. Reading a book and finding the latest chapters by yourself? You're out, WeChat attention Beauty editor helps you find books! It's really a good book to flirt with girls!