The sword and the ring clashed again.

Every clash of blades was accompanied by a splash of blood.

Every encounter with the extreme move was accompanied by a piercing pain.

On the other hand, Li Xun. Huan came to Long Xiaoyun's side.

"The debt has been repaid by blood...... his eyes widened, and after saying this, Long Xiaoyun took out a square wrapped in a tattered shirt from his arms, and then his hands hung down weakly.

His eyes widened, Li Xun. Huan's hands trembled because he knew what it was.

Ah Fei's clothes, as well as the treasure of the flowers kept by Lin Shiyin.

Did Long Xiaoyun come to sue himself, they were all fine, and they were all safe?

Those people of the Money Gang are not strong in their martial arts, and Long Xiaoyun's martial arts are not weak, but why did he die in their hands?

Is it that he is in a hurry day and night, and he is not able to support the body, or is he already willing to die?

LI Xun. Huan didn't know, and he didn't want to guess.

"I've always been my eldest brother, I've always been the Long Xiaoyun you were back then, do you know that I have never resented you."

Tears dripped from his eyes, Li Xun. Huan looked at Long Xiaoyun, whose eyes were wide open, slowly smoothed his eyes, and stood up.

His eyes were like knives, staring at Shangguan Jinhong tightly.

Suddenly there was an extra knife in his hand, a small Li flying knife.

Although the murderous spirit is exhausted, the killing intent appears again.

Suddenly, Lin Ye followed Shangguan Jinhong's expressions changed.

Because they found Li Xun. The knife in Huan's hand has also changed.

It shines like a star in the night.

"Bang!" With another blade collision, Lin Ye's right hand was already stained with blood, and his face turned pale.

And Li Xun. Huan held the knife in his right hand and looked at Shangguan Jinhong coldly.

Lin Ye and Shangguan Jinhong's figures were staggered again.

At this moment, Li Xun. The flying knife in Huan's hand was gone.

No one can describe this knife, incomparably thrilling, incomparably magnificent.

Is a meteor beautiful? Is the meteor magnificent?

When in the dark night, the light emitted by a meteor piercing the darkness is enough to make people's hearts excited and excited.

But even a meteor can't compare to Li Xun. Joy the splendor of this knife.

The light of the meteor is only for a moment, but the light of this knife is eternal.

An ordinary throwing knife, but it is a magical throwing knife.

This is the real Xiao Li flying knife.

A flying knife that contains a real spirit and an idea.

It is precisely because of this idea that there is a myth that Xiao Li's flying knife is not false.

It wasn't until this moment that Lin Ye understood the vague thing in his heart.

What his kendo lacks is a spirit.

Persistence, persistence, paranoia, fanaticism, solemnity, naturalness, death.

What is true kendo?

Ruthlessness is not really ruthlessness, but affection for kendo, which is a kind of affection that has almost been paranoid to the extreme.

At this moment, the gate of heaven and earth opened in front of Lin Ye.

The sword in Lin Ye's hand suddenly began to tremble strangely, and with the vibration of the sword, the surface of Jiaxing South Lake also began to set off a wave of waves.

The heavens and the earth are jumping, the lake is churning, the sun is shining, and the sword in Lin Ye's hand is as dazzling as the sun.

Everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes, but then quickly opened their eyes wide.

But the qiē is over.

The sword had already pierced Shangguan Jinhong's heart, and the knife had already cut Shangguan Jinhong's throat.

The fall of corpses, the splattering of blood.

Lin Ye's face couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.

Should I be happy?

A major scourge of martial arts, Shangguan Jinhong was eradicated.

But what does this have to do with yourself?

All he wants is to break through his own kendo in the midst of extreme battles.

And now the thing I want to realize is only half exposed.

It's like a half-peeled apple.

"You should remember that you owe me two favors." Lin Ye slowly raised his head and looked at Li Xun with a faint sadness on his face. Happy.

"Nature." LI Xun. Huan nodded slightly.

"I'll come back to you and pay it back." Lin Ye glanced at Li Xun. Huan, and then strode away, still holding the three-foot Qingfeng in his right hand, and the blood was still dripping.

The proud figure under the sun slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

And Li Xun. Huan stood in place, not knowing whether he was happy or sad, looking at Shangguan Jinhong's corpse, Li Xun. Huan suddenly found that when Shangguan Jin Hong, who could be regarded as a generation of heroes, died, he was actually not much different from the people he killed, and his eyes were also full of incredulity, panic, and fear.

Subsequently, Li Xun. Huan turned around and picked up Long Xiaoyun's corpse, jumped and disappeared in the eyes of everyone in an instant.

The world only knows Xiao Li's flying knife, and there is no false hair.

But I don't know Li Xun. Huan also has a superb light skill.

It was only two or three to Li Xun. Huan, they will never find Li Xun again. Huan's trail is gone.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and no one could describe how exciting this battle really was.

This is not only a showdown at the pinnacle, but also a showdown against the pattern of rivers and lakes.

Half a year later.

Half a year has passed in a hurry, and the whole rivers and lakes seem to have fallen into calm again.

Xingyunzhuang in Baoding City is no longer dilapidated, but has become Li Yuan again, just like eleven years ago, snowflakes fell in the sky, Lin Ye came to Li Yuankou, stopped, and then took a deep look, turned around and walked towards the west of the city.

The ancestral hall of the Shen family, different from Li Yuan's, is still extremely dilapidated, with broken plaques, and the snow in front of the door The young man who used to sweep the snow is no longer there.

After pausing for a moment, Lin Ye continued to walk forward.

Snowflakes kept falling, but not a single snowflake could get within an inch of the leaves.

Following the path outside the city, Lin Ye walked towards the maple forest outside the back city.

Now in the season, you can't see the fiery red maple leaves.

All that catches your eye is patches of silvery white ice and snow.

"You're here." In front of the grave stood in the maple forest, wearing a fox coat.

Turning around slowly, Li Xun. Huan looked at Lin Ye and smiled slightly.

"Now I feel like I'll be able to ask for your knife." With a smile on his face, Lin Ye spoke.

"Now you, I'm afraid there is no one in the world who is your opponent" Looking at Lin Ye, Li Xun. Huan's eyes were full of amazement, and then he sighed and said.

"I don't know." Hear Li Xun. Huan's words, Lin Ye nodded, and then shook his head and said.

In the past half a year, Lin Ye has traveled all over the world, and although he has held a sword, he has not drawn a sword once.

Cold and hot, rainy and sunny, Lin Ye didn't deliberately cultivate, just walked like this.

It's like an ascetic, but Lin Ye knows very well that every day his internal strength is constantly growing, and every day his sword path is washing.

And now that Lin Ye has reached a peak, there is no way to improve.

More importantly, the feeling before the flight in the eagle shooting, Lin Ye felt it again.

If Lin Ye was right, it was likely that he would be flying out of this world again this time.

The only thing that Lin Ye regretted was that the sword of the third young master was still in his mind.

Yes, the man is gone, but the sword is still there.

The remnant of the third young master in his mind has completely disappeared.

All that was left was a sword, an illusory sword that looked like it would disappear at any moment.