Xia Guang stepped out of the ring, and a withered yellow leaf fell above his head, it was late autumn.

And the two fingers were lightly clamped, and the leaf was unbearable for this slight force, and it was completely broken, falling apart, one by one, and the young man spread out his palm, letting the broken leaf be swept up by the autumn wind, and then pass through the cracks of his fingers.

"Senior Brother Fang is just competing with you, although he has done it, but the crime is not to death, since your martial arts are higher, how can you kill people directly!?"

Xiao Jian Xianmei stared at the distant figure, and couldn't help but speak, her voice was cold.

A few people can see it, the power of this little prince is terrifying, and he can break through all the ingenuity with one force, although the vortex can make the arrows futile, but if a dragon suppresses it, it can especially be blocked?

The white light that the ordinary sword turned into was such a dragon.

Xia Guang raised his head slightly, looked at his already empty palm, and didn't say anything like "He has murderous thoughts on me, can't I kill him".

He didn't say, "I said earlier, let's be friends, and in the future, he will sit down and drink tea with harmony, and he has to do it."

He just sighed lightly: "He chose the way of the jungle and fought for it with his life, in the face of such an opponent, if I keep my hand, it will be an insult."

You see, this fallen leaf, when autumn comes, it will wither, and that's because of the cycle of the seasons, and because it obeys its own way.

And what he greeted was only the end of his own path.

What is the joy of life, and why is it so painful to die?

Girl, why are you angry?"

After that, the black-haired young man walked towards the courtyard arch, but behind him was only Fang Baishi, who was holding Du Ping and falling from the air, and was welcoming the end of his life, and eighteen swords also fell on his side with the wind, forming a circle.

Lin Yan only felt a chill in his heart, and the expression he looked at the back was no longer frivolous.

The humble gentleman Ning said: "Killing is killing, and it is really hypocritical to say it so beautifully." ”

Du Ping said: "In a few days, if the division commander of Jiuzhong Mountain knows about this, he will definitely not give up easily. Even if you don't dare to confront Da Zhou, you will definitely hold a grudge from now on.

This little prince kept saying that it was indeed hypocritical. ”

Xiao Jianxian trembled, but his body trembled, "No, what he said is what he believes, and I can feel the sincerity in his words." ”

Everything he says is true!!

What joy is life, and what is the pain of death.

So, what is it that you covet, obsess, and become stronger in the world!?

It's just that the autumn wind in the twilight is full of yellow leaves.

The gloom of this mountain city came quietly at this moment, the night was late, and the dinner was very pleasant, but the entertaining official looked at the little prince sitting in the center, and couldn't help but feel cold.

He killed the senior brother of the third generation of disciples of Jiuju Mountain!

Nine Mountains, one of the Seven Mountains of the Way of the Sword...

That's how it can be good.

But Xia Guang didn't care, he smiled and watched the imperial sister's agile chopsticks kill all directions, and the moment each dish was placed, the imperial sister would quickly take away the essence of that dish at an unimaginable speed.

Huang Yueying, who came with her to practice, was also a foodie, but she was much worse than the imperial sister, so she couldn't help but ask, "Do you know who my father is?"

The royal sister with a human skin mask replied: "Then do you know who my father is?"

Huang Yueying was so angry that she slapped her chopsticks on the table, "My father is Shi Hu among the five tiger generals! ”

The imperial sister didn't speak, the reason why her chopsticks were so fast, accurate, and ruthless was that she used all the time when others were angry to eat.

Soon, it was the wind and clouds, sweeping the essence of the dishes on the table again.

Huang Yueying's face turned red, "You shameless person, you actually took this opportunity to steal food!Brothers, she bullied me!"

The three monkey brothers suddenly cast unkind glances.

Then the chairman of this banquet evolved into a battlefield of one against four, and Xia Guang watched his imperial sister move and dodge between the four pairs of chopsticks, like a tiger general with the rank of general among the ten thousand troops.

So much so that later, with the announcement of the name of the dish, the chairman became extremely quiet, as if five peerless masters, waiting for the opportunity to do it.

The moment the dish was put down.

In an instant, it was the shadow of the chopsticks, which made Taishou, who was also at the main table, sigh, "It seems that the capital is also a poor place", while Xia Guang sat silently between Taishou and the imperial sister, looking sideways at the performance of this relative.

That's what he's craving.

It is also a temperature in a dream, at the edge of the long river that will never exist.

After the dinner.

Huang Yueying cried and left the table angrily, and the three monkey brothers chased out.

Xia Guang didn't go out, he followed the imperial sister into the room, Xia Jiejie tore off the human skin mask like taking off her socks, and threw it away with a "brush" sound, and then "lalala" hummed a little song, and went to bathe happily.

Finally, you ignorant juniors have seen the power of this black genius.

When he returned to the spacious and luxurious comfortable room wrapped in the bath veil, Xia Guang was gone, and the imperial sister didn't care about him, and directly occupied "the top room that was specially reserved for the little prince to live in".

The young man took off his black armor, put on a cloak that would look thin in the late autumn bleakness, and sat under the steps outside the door, and the person who had seen the mirage of the Tomb of the Sword God was coming tonight, and he was still waiting.

No matter how late it is, I will wait.

Without further ado, the soldiers are fast, he understands these truths, since the imperial sister is useless, he naturally has to support the weight of this mortal world, now and in the future, even if the disaster falls from the sky, it will not ruin everything.

After waiting for a stick of incense, he asked the servant, and after the servant asked, he said that he needed to wait a little longer, and then asked, and the servant said that something might have happened.

But the officers and soldiers of the Western Capital had already checked the customs clearance book, and the man who had seen the mirage actually rode his horse to the west, and there was no city to the west, only a rugged mountain road, and the Xiongguan Yanshan at the end of the lofty mountains.

Out of the customs, it is the great desert.

Xia Guang narrowed his eyes, but he was not sleepy, and when he looked sideways, the lights in the imperial sister's house had been extinguished, and outside the courtyard, the man who was jokingly called a stuffy gourd was still carrying a shield on his back.

Xia Guang raised his voice and said: "Zhao Hulu, go back to sleep, inside the mountain city, it is very cold at night." ”

"The subordinates are fine. ”

"Let's go back. ”

Xia Guang's voice brought a gentle smile, "If you really fight, you have the strength." ”

Zhao Hulu didn't say anything more, and said in a deep voice: "Yes!"

Then he left, but he ordered his subordinates to strictly guard all the bayonets leading to this small courtyard, and worked in two shifts in the first half of the night and the second half of the night.

When the stuffy gourd left, Xia Guang stretched out his hand, and the Fang Tian painting halberd leaning against the wall in the distance flew quickly.

Holding the heavy weapon with both hands, Xia Guang did not dance immediately.

He fell into deep thought.

Because of the nature of the situation, he was unable to break through these technical exercises for a long time, whether it was the sword technique, the sword technique, the halberd technique, everything was stuck in the ninth layer.

Phase, nothing more than the mind.

If the heart is not compatible, it can be proficient, but it cannot be perfected.

Even if the knife is drawn 10,000 times, 100,000 times, some people still hesitate, but some people can slash like light.

Not because you don't work hard, you don't work hard, you don't sweat, but because.

Popularity!

"What is my heart?"

Xia Guang crossed his knees, sitting under the full moon tonight, Fang Tian's halberd pointed straight at the sky, he thought, and even thought about a not fierce battle with that Fang Baishi during the day.

There is no answer.

Even if there is, it is just an imaginary that I feel in my heart, and it cannot stand the test.

"Maybe I should create my own moves. ”

On a moonlit night, among the dead leaves, in the light and shadow, the quiet voice seems to be enlightened.