The man in white stood on the river in the wind and snow with a cold air, looked at me and the man next to me, and said two words coldly: "Kneel!" ”

I'm lying on my stomach now, and I'm already a five-body throw, so I guess he should have said these two words to the man next to me.

The man held a long stick in his hand, standing tall and without the slightest intention of giving in.

But from my point of view, his chrysanthemum is still clamped quite tightly......

What kind of situation do I have in my heart? Isn't the black shadow from before selling fruits? What is this?

A volley of fruit sellers standing on the river?

In the face of the existence that can stand on the surface of the river in the air, can the female ghost still retreat with her whole body? Could it be that I've been underestimating female ghosts?

I grass! What is the origin of female ghosts? This world is so weird!

Seeing that the man next to me did not kneel, the man in white on the river let out a sneer, raised his arm, and flicked his finger at the man next to me through the void.

With a bang, the right knee of the man next to me shot out a line of blood.

The man in white on the river flicked his fingers again.

The man next to me also shot a line of blood from his left knee.

Obviously, his two knees, between the two fingers of the other party, were hit incredibly.

I was dumbfounded, what did my heart say? This is a fairy fight, this is ......

At the same time as I was stunned, in the wind and snow in the distance, like a meteor chasing the moon, three arrows flew out with brilliant light, shooting at the man in white on the river.

The man in white turned his head indifferently and looked at the three arrows that were shot at him, and with his gaze, the three arrows suddenly shattered into the night.

One eye, three arrows.

This combat power is obviously not at the same level! I panicked and thought, what can I do with this......

The man in white on the river smiled coldly again, looked at the man beside me, and asked indifferently, "Don't kneel yet?" ”

The man next to me suffered a blow to his knees, gritted his teeth and supported himself with a long stick, and insisted on refusing to kneel.

I said in my heart, big brother, why are you brainless? Even if you don't kneel, why don't you just lie down? Lie down and be ashamed......

Despite this, I pulled out the hunting knife in my arms and stood up.

After all, people are here to help me, and he is still in front of me when there was danger before. Now, he can't fight against the other party, and I'm naturally even more invincible, but even if I want to die, I don't want a person who does everything to help me die in front of me.

So, this time, I grabbed the knife in my hand and stood in front of him.

Aren't you able to snap your fingers? I still have two knees here!

The man in white on the river smiled at me and said, "It's tough." Then he raised his arm and flicked his fingers twice at me.

Two arrows appeared in mid-air, but they only appeared, because as soon as they appeared, they turned into powder in the wind and snow.

I know that these two arrows were shot by Jiang Ruochan.

But it didn't work.

I gritted my teeth, waiting in pain for my knees to shatter.

It's just that no one expected that at this moment, an extremely short laughter suddenly came from the distance.

"Huh!"

With two hehes, in the air two or three meters away from me, a suffocating air flow suddenly erupted.

The man in white on the river looked stunned.

The man next to me and I also looked blankly, looking in the direction where the laughter was coming from.

At night, in the wind and snow, in the extreme distance, a young man wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt, shabby jeans, and cheap sneakers gradually appeared.

I blinked my eyes vigorously, and looked closely, I am a poet!

How did the poet come?

Anyway, the madman calculated that he only had seven days left, and today, it happens to be the seventh day.

The poet walked towards me with a smile on his face as he stepped through the snow. This smile is warm and indescribably comfortable.

However, the poet I remember has never brought me such feelings.

The poet is not the same as before.

The poet walked leisurely, slowly came to me, smiled at me, and said, "Dude, you are too impulsive, if I am a step late, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

I asked him confusedly, "What have you been doing these days?" I call and text you, why don't you respond? ”

The poet turned his back to the sky, smiled leisurely, and said, "I have been reminiscing for the past few days, and now I remember everything. ”

I asked him, "What do you mean?" What do you remember? ”

"I remember a lot of things from the past," he said. ”

After finishing speaking, he turned his gaze to the river, looked at the man in white on the river, and said three words contemptuously: "Ping Bahuang." ”

I guess this Pingbahuang should be the name of the man in white.

But how did the poet know him?

Ping Bahuang stood on the surface of the river, looked at the poet in the same way, and suddenly shouted: "Wang! ”

Belch...... What's going on? Why did you learn to bark dogs......

I was just thinking about it when I saw Ping Bahuang asking the poet, "Are you sure you want to meddle in this matter?" ”

The poet smiled idly and said, "Of course, he is my buddy." ”

Pingba said coldly: "Okay, send you on the road together." ”

The poet shook his head and said three words with a scornful smile: "You are not worthy." ”

Ping Bahuang frowned, and beckoned to the river below, and the river surface with a width of nearly 100 meters suddenly surged, like boiling water, and ten swords flew out with a whizz, surrounding his body, spinning like a streamer on the river surface.

The ten swords are of different styles and different qualities, giving people the feeling that they all contain a simple and desolate atmosphere.

The poet turned to me and said, "This guy is the ancestor of the bakery, and the ten swords of the bakery family were created by this guy." The baked cake didn't brag, but he didn't practice it properly, and if he practiced a sword, he wouldn't be beaten to the hospital often. ”

After finishing speaking, he looked up at the night sky with the first snow, and said with some emotion: "I haven't written a single poem for the poet you have called for more than two years, so tonight, I will recite a poem from the past to you." ”

I said in my heart, big brother! If you fight, you will fight well, what kind of poem are you chanting! If you're really fierce, put out the fire first......

But I've lived in the same dormitory for more than two years, so why don't I have so much confidence in him......

The poet stood in the midst of the snow, smiled like a spring breeze, and looked at the river, revealing a disdainful look.

Ping Bahuang pointed at the handle, an ancient sword, and shot towards the poet like a meteor chasing the moon.

The poet folded his hands behind his back and chanted two words loudly: "The year is dry." ”

The ancient sword fell in response to the sound and fell into the turbulent river.

Ping Bahuang's face froze, and he waved his hand again, and three ancient swords shot towards the poet at the same time.

Ignoring the flying sword, the poet looked up at the snowy sky, and chanted again:

"It's rotten."

"Flower failure."

"The grass is dead."

The three ancient swords fell again.

Ping Bahuang's face became extremely pale, and he snorted coldly, and the six ancient swords around him all shot towards the poet.

The poet looked at the six ancient swords flying in, and said indifferently:

"Decadence."

"The heart is dead."

"Remnant."

"Lost in the air."

"Excuse me."

"It's still a long time."

Along with these six short verses, the six swords fell into the boiling river one after another like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, Ping Bahuang, who was suspended on the surface of the river, spat out blood and stained the placket in front of him.

The poet laughed a little, and then chanted two words to Ping Bahuang: "Broken intestines!" ”

In an instant, Ping Bahuang's body suddenly exploded, turning into a pale red blood mist, which melted into the flying snow with the wind.

As a result, I couldn't tell whether it was blood or snow, and it slowly fell on the flowing river.

I was secretly frightened and said, "What's going on?"

How can you chant a poem and still make people explode?

I was thinking about it in a daze, when I saw the poet turn his head and smile at me: "Dude, my calamity is coming, but as I said before, even if you want to die, you will die against the sky." If I hadn't died this time, the next time you and I met, you would have to do everything you could to remind me of you. ”

I said to myself, what is this? Just as he was feeling confused, he saw a thunder falling in the night, carrying a thunderous momentum, and slashed straight towards the poet's head.

The poet looked up at the thunder that was striking down, his eyes became brighter than ever, and he said with a smile: "Wang! ”

I was so anxious that tears flowed from my eyes, and I shouted at him in panic: "Hide! I grass! It's all thundering, and you're still there learning how to bark ......"

The man supporting his body with a long stick on the side explained in a low voice with an ugly face: "What did he say...... Be...... Hopeless. ”

Hopeless......

I watched as the poet disappeared at the same time as the thunder and lightning disappeared, and I heard someone shouting by the river in the distance: "It's not that the signal is bad!" It's Ray! It's thundering! I grass! I called the insurance company and they said that I paid compulsory insurance, regardless of the car falling overboard! I***, inexplicably the car flew into the river and didn't call 110? Then you tell me, who should I call......"