"Qingchen, there's a good thing in Sunset Tower, have you heard of it?" The excited voice was sly, proud, and even more smug in the middle of the story.

"The sunset is infinitely good, and the dust is the most heartbreaking. The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the poetry and books are passed down all over the world! The sunset building of the capital is one of the four famous buildings in the world, it is elegant in the middle of the noisy, the scenery is excellent, and it is even more rare that the talent is waving, the beauty sings, and there is more wine and delicacies. Sunset, dust, garden, poetry and books, everyone knows the four signboards of the Sunset Building, well, which one are you talking about? ”

"Qingchen-" The owner of the voice seemed to be a little dissatisfied, his beautiful lips were slightly crooked, and he glared fiercely at the young man who smiled lightly and heartlessly. It's a pity that the young man doesn't seem to know his mistakes, his face is innocent, he sighs helplessly, Qingchen is of course extremely smart and exquisite, but unfortunately he is also extremely dull in some aspects, such as now-

"Qingchen, didn't you really notice? I'm Yan Li, you are Qingchen, and our names together are Lichen! ”

"Lichen is the Lichen wine that relieves a thousand sorrows when you get drunk and wakes up but breaks your bowels! How can that solve worries, only the wine that leaves the dust is from the dust! ”

"......" The corners of the young man's lips smiled, but his eyes were as warm as jade, like the gentlest spring breeze gently blowing through his heart, warm and soft, making people also intoxicated. Under such a gaze, he seems to have incomparable courage and pride, even if the world does not agree with him, his light dust will not leave him alone; Even though the whole world thinks he is crazy, his light dust still stands by his side and supports him!

"Qingchen, one day, I will enter Liang Dadu in the cheers of the people of the whole city, and I will let our battle flag be planted all over the city! I'm going to trample that tyrannical, dumb dog emperor under my feet, and I want him to atone for every sin he's done!" ”

"Qingchen, I want to walk up to the sunset tower with you, take a look at the sunset at the top of the building, and taste the best dust wine in the world!"

Can such a solemn, solemn, gorgeous, and tender oath still linger between heaven and earth?

As the years go by, is it true that everything cannot withstand the erosion of time, and there will always be a day when it collapses and corrupts?

Fang Qingchen sighed leisurely.

How many years ago was the rhetoric?

That year, they sat side by side on the grass, pointing out the rivers and mountains, and they were so heroic that they seemed to have the mountains and rivers in their hands!

That night, they were back to back, looking up at the starry sky, shouldering the sorrows of the past and the present, and stepping on the earthly waves with both feet!

At that moment, the beautiful and unparalleled young man's cheeks and bright eyes were red because of excitement, and the pride of pointing at the sky seemed to be still in front of him, but such pride and tenderness seemed to be reproduced in dreams and memories!

Yan Li Yan Li, do you know that when you say that our names are connected together, it is "Lichen", I think: If the day you retire, you are still willing to hold my hand, sit on the sunset tower, drink and talk, talk and laugh, let me die immediately, and I am willing!

Yanli Yanli, do you know that when you swear to overthrow tyranny, spur horses, and immediately slash the capital, I really believe that I will accompany you for a lifetime and never give up!

Yan LiYan Li, even if I am willing not to give up, but do you still need my non-abandonment?

The afterglow of the sunset, reflected in the quaint "sunset building", more and more appear that the sunset building is quiet and elegant, the sound of silk and bamboo in the building is continuous, blending into the wind of the Lingling River, with sadness and sorrow, it is more sorrowful to listen to the song.

In the bloody sun, a young man in a green shirt slowly looked up at the three words "Sunset Tower" like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, and he was fascinated for a long time, as if he was full of feelings. Looking in all directions, Xiao Er, who had heard all directions, had walked forward quickly and bowed down to welcome the guests outside the building. The boy in the green shirt heard Xiao Er's careful and respectful greeting, and couldn't help but smile slightly and nodded at Xiao Er.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the child, and there was a dazzling golden light. Xiao Er only felt a shock in his heart, the boy was obviously smiling like a spring breeze, but he seemed to be with endless sadness, he was surrounded by a shallow, inexhaustible sunset, which made people can't help but want to heal his pain.

As one of the four buildings in the world, the second runner of the Sunset Building, every day he meets some dignitaries, elegant people, martial arts heroes, gorgeous dolls, and gorgeous nobles, but the people I see every day are none of them can compare to the peerless elegance of the son in front of him.

The jade-like pupils of the young man in the green shirt looked at Xiao Er gently, and shouted with a faint smile: "Little Er! ”

Xiao Er woke up suddenly, extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly welcomed the son into the sunset building, as if he wanted to atone for his sins, and he was particularly attentive and enthusiastic.

Although Sunset Tower is famous, it is not known for its magnificence. Although the building is built of the above good wood, the decoration of the building is very elegant and fresh, there is no brocade rust and jade decoration, just a wide hall with simple tables and chairs, dry dishes and plates, so that people can feel refreshing and comfortable as soon as they enter the door. A table and a chair in the hall, a few and a couch, a curtain and a curtain are all designed with ingenuity, there are occasional calligraphy and paintings on the wall, which plays the role of finishing touch-like embellishment, which makes people not forget that this place is the elegant place where the genius sings the wind and makes the moon.

There are about 20 people in the building, scattered upstairs and downstairs in twos and threes, compared to the grand scene of the sunset building, it is also considered that the guests are scarce, and there is no legendary sunset floor wind Liu Shengsong. After all, the new dynasty is about to be established, the world is not peaceful, the frequent visitors of the Sunset Tower, those dignitaries and nobles are all focused on pleasing the new master at this time, as for such vassals and elegance, seeking pleasure, but it is not suitable at this time.

The boy in the green shirt ignored his entry and caused a shock, and walked upstairs, Xiao Er was about to introduce a private room to him, but unexpectedly he walked straight to a table by the window, but there was already a guest at the table.

Gongzi smiled at the guest, waved his hand and said, "This brother, can you let the younger brother borrow a seat?" ”

The guest glanced up at Childe, his face was extremely ordinary, he belonged to the type that people could not recognize as soon as he entered the crowd, the only thing that stood special was a pair of eyes, extremely clean and clear. He coldly swept the empty tables and chairs upstairs, and although he didn't say anything, the meaning was very obvious: there are so many empty seats here, why squeeze a table with me?

Xiao Er only said that this guest was an acquaintance of the son, who knew that he had not seen the guest for a long time, and he couldn't help but be secretly unhappy, so he said: "This son, there are many private rooms in the building, which are better than the hall seats, and the son will go slowly with the villain!" ”

Childe shook his head with a smile and said, "Xiao Er, you go down first, I have a few words to say to this gentleman." ”

Xiao Er wondered for a long time, only to feel that this son's words had a convincing majesty, and he didn't dare to persuade him anymore, so he had to retreat.

The guest glared at Gongzi coldly, snorted coldly, and didn't give him any face, took out a piece of silver, threw it on the table, and walked out.

The boy in the green shirt didn't care, sat down gently, and sighed leisurely: "The sea and the sky are hidden, and he is also a person who shrinks his head in battle?" ”

The guest stood suddenly, shrunk like a needle, burst out of an elite light, and his body straightened slightly, so an ordinary person, suddenly like a sword out of the box, the light was broken, like a god and demon descending into the world, and a murderous aura rose to the sky. He turned around slowly, staring at the young man in green shirt with a pair of shining eyes, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The young man in the green shirt smiled slightly: "Who am I, you don't need to know, you just need to know, your assassination mission is destined to never be completed, because I don't allow it!" ”

Xi Yin took a deep breath, and the hand at the bottom of his sleeve was already clenched into a fist, but he couldn't suppress the trembling.

The identity being revealed, for a killer, is indeed a terrible thing, but he can at least keep breathing steadily, after all, with his identity as one of the four major killers in the world, his ever-changing face, even if he is found for a while, it is not a big deal. But even the task that can't be said to be dead was easily revealed, and he suddenly felt like his whole body was stripped naked for people to see, and even the privacy in his heart was dug up and displayed little by little, and he couldn't help but have the first fear since his debut.

Not to mention whether he can escape from the hands of this unfathomable person and save his life, it's just that the earth-shattering mission was revealed, and then implicated in Haitian Pavilion, even if he escapes with his life, he will no longer be able to survive in this world. Haitian Pavilion can tolerate a killer who fails a mission, but it can't allow a killer who fails a mission to bring disaster to Haitian Pavilion.

He could almost see the pavilion master's cold eyes staring at him, and he could even imagine the resentment of the other brothers in the pavilion: Why did you leak the mission? Why did you leak your identity? As soon as he thought of this, he only felt that even if he was ten thousand deaths, he could not escape the blame, and he was so guilty that he could not immediately turn to ashes and dust and disappear into the world.

Xiying's heart turned to thought, but after a moment of breathing, after the young man in the green shirt said such a sentence, he no longer cared about him, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, as if there was the most beautiful thing in the world outside the window that attracted him and made him lose his mind.

A trace of resolute fierceness flashed in the deep eyes of the shadow pupils, and almost at the moment when the boy in the green shirt was slightly distracted, his body moved, and he saw a sword light flashing like a match, and his momentum was so sick that there was a tendency to not look back without seeing blood.

The boy in the green shirt didn't realize it, but the cup on the table that was originally used by Xiying flew up suddenly, hitting the sword light, and there was a loud bang, which shocked everyone in the building to scream!

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, Xiying would never have believed that his sword, which was known as the fifth largest in the rivers and lakes, would be smashed by a small cup and fly away.

Ignoring the horror, the shadow broke off his sword and flew towards the man, and the whole person retreated backwards like an arrow from a string, and his retreat was as fast as his advance.

The sword light that surpassed the meteor flashed, and it lost its brilliance, only to see the white and slender palm of the young man in the green shirt lightly grasped, and the broken sword had fallen into his hand. He looked up at the figure of Xiying Flying, but saw a blue, beautiful "flower", shining with a strange and pale blue light, like the most tender lover, just fluttering towards his forehead "kiss"!

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man in the green shirt, and a delicate index finger suddenly came out, swinging a shocking sword aura, and the weird "demon flower" was swung by the finger force, and the volley spun in the air, but it did not fall, but flew back backwards.

The "Demon Flower" continued to recover, spinning and flying in mid-air, exuding a strange and dazzling bleak beauty. It was spinning and dancing, just as Xiao Er rushed out at this time, the "Demon Flower" suddenly flashed, reflecting Xiao Er's face as white as paper. He didn't have time to make any movements, so he could only unconsciously widen his pupils, as if he wanted to imprint this strange flower clearly in his mind. The "demon flower" gently, gently, like a lover, quietly glowed with a light blue light, without a little blood, without a little fire, and stung Xiao Er's forehead.

Xiao Er's mind was blank, only to feel a soft force to support him to turn lightly, and when he reacted, the thrilling beautiful "demon flower" was gone, only to see a green shadow floating, a burst of cold light flickering. When had Xiao Er ever seen such a scene, his mouth was wide open, and he was completely stunned and couldn't make any sound.

Xiao Er didn't know martial arts, so he naturally didn't understand what happened at that moment just now, and he didn't know that he had actually walked back before the ghost gate.

Xiying could see it clearly, just when the flower of death was about to bite Xiao Er's forehead, a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the young man in green shirts who had been smiling gently, and with a wave of his right hand, it seemed to raise an incomparably powerful sword light, which swept up like a rainbow in the nine heavens, and the flower of death was shattered in an instant, and disappeared.

Xiying's heart couldn't help but sink. The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, unparalleled, even if it is far away, he can feel the incomparable sword intent, almost cutting his skin, but Xiao Er, who is in the center of the sword qi, is unscathed, what kind of control is this? What kind of brilliant swordsmanship is this? However, with his vision of secretly visible objects, at that moment, he couldn't see the flicker of the sword light, and he couldn't see how the other party made the sword and how to make the sword!

Such an incredible martial arts like gods and demons, such a peerless elegance with a light breeze, has there ever been such a number one person on the rivers and lakes?

The fear and suspicion did not last long. The moment the boy in the green shirt took out his sword, his body swept away, one hand had already held Xiao Er, but the other hand was attached to Xiao Er's vest, and a pure true qi was entered, stabilizing Xiao Er's mind, but he put the culprit of Xiying aside and ignored it.

Is he too confident to think he's just in his hands? Or is he ......

Xiyin's eyes flashed. He was a man of determination, and although he was frightened for a while, he was better at seizing the most favorable moment for him. It was too late, but it was too late, and before he could stop, a small bow had fallen into his hand.

This bow is small and exquisite, one size smaller than the ordinary iron bow, bright in color, carved with exquisite ornamentation, if ordinary people see it, it is only a child's toy, or a rich man's work of art. As soon as the shadow pulled the bow, three small golden arrows caught the bowstring, and before the arrows came out, they were already murderous and awe-inspiring, filling the entire space.

The arrow is a golden arrow, and the arrow cluster is shining with a faint blue light, and with a solemn look on the face, it is even more indescribably weird.

The boy in the green shirt raised his head and glanced at the bow and arrow, his eyes were calm and waveless, the corners of his lips were slightly curled, obviously his face was indifferent, but he exuded strong arrogance and confidence without being surprised. But he saw the small golden arrow in Xiying's hand breaking out of the air, a bow and three arrows, and the small arrow flashed with an unbeatable golden light, one in front of two behind, and shot with anger.

The two of them are only a few feet apart, and such a close range of archery can only be practiced by assassination masters like Xiying.

The faint blue shadow flashed, and the sword aura overflowed, like the sunset at dusk, infinitely beautiful, but with the amazement of "just near dusk".

In a dazzling golden light, although the blue is light, it stands proudly in the golden light, no matter how dazzling the golden light is, it cannot cover the faint and distant green shirt.

With a few soft sounds, the light of the arrow was already dimmed, and it fell lightly, without a trace of murderous aura. While resisting the golden arrow, the young man in the green shirt did not forget to throw Xiao Er back. Xiao Er was still dizzy, but he didn't realize that his body flew up like a cloud, and he stood on the ground lightly. Shaking his head and blinking, Xiao Er only felt that he was in a dream, and then looked at the boy in the green shirt, the green shadow and the golden shadow were intertwined and rotated, so fast that the Venus in front of him was wild, and he was depressed in his chest and abdomen, and he quickly closed his eyes, not daring to look at it again.

After the three arrows were shot, his body did not stop, and he did not look at whether the three arrows hit the target, as if he knew the result in advance.

He just kept drawing arrows, drawing his bow, and firing arrows, and the sneering sound was endless, and the golden light tore through the sky and shot straight at the boy in the green shirt.

The feathered arrows were fired almost in a row, creating phantom shadows in mid-air. This is a kind of breaking through the limit of speed, the entire space can no longer see the flight trajectory of the feather arrow, nor can you hear the tearing sound of the feather arrow breaking through the air, it seems that everything is still, leaving only a faint phantom that is difficult to capture with the naked eye in half of the space.

The boy in the green shirt frowned almost imperceptibly, and let out a faint exclamation. The four major killers in the world, as expected, live up to its reputation, this is known as the world's first skillful Fang Moyun's proud work of the sun shooting bow, in the hands of Xiying, it has fully exerted its greatest effect, even if it is a desert Huo's archer with unparalleled archery, I am afraid that I will have to bow down. The boy in the green shirt is conceited in the world, except for his few perverted and inhuman classmates, he can be said to be invincible, but in the face of this superb archery, he is not careless at all.

When the feather arrow was issued, the fierce qi aroused by the excessive speed directly touched the body of the young man in the green shirt, colliding with his protective true qi, and it seemed that the sharp sound of the collision of the true qi could be heard. Before the arrow arrived, the momentum was already so strong, he only felt that the blood was boiling all over his body, his eyes were shining, and his hand was raised, and a faint water-colored sword shadow swept up, which was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

How long has it been since you've faced a chess and drum rival? How long has it been since you fought with all your might? How long has it been since you enjoyed swinging your sword with all your might?

Invincible is of course the pride of the pinnacle, but it also inevitably has the detachment and loneliness of looking down on all beings!

With a sword in his hand, he closed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his lips!

Don't chase the shadow of the arrow with your eyes, but feel the trajectory of those weird feather arrows with your heart. His hand waved suddenly, as dexterous as boneless, from different angles or pick or block or split or slash, the sword qi was flying, it seemed to be messy and disorderly, at this moment, he had swung forty-nine swords.

I only saw the shadow of the sword, but I didn't see the body of the sword.

The sword shadow seemed to disappear in an instant, but the sword qi in the air was still criss-crossed, and the phantom of the feather arrow was twisted for a while, and suddenly turned into fragments and scattered everywhere, and only then did there be a piercing whistling sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air, and then there was a clanging sound of broken arrows. The fragments were scattered, the castration was still unparalleled, and in the sound of snatching, the arrows almost went straight into the ground, revealing small holes.

The boy in the green shirt flashed out of the shadow of the arrow, his eyes were clear and bright, he was dressed in a green shirt, and there was still a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

A round of arrows was about to come down, and Xiying didn't know how many arrows he had sent, but he felt that he seemed to have broken through the limit of the usual nine arrows, but at this time there was no joy, and when the last arrow was shot, he was already at the end of the crossbow, and his true qi was almost exhausted, and he almost fell to the ground.

Looking up, the young man in the green shirt in front of him stared at him with flaws, and there was a little smile on his handsome and gentle face, smiling like a spring breeze, gentle and elegant like jade, but at this time, Xiying was not in a good mood to appreciate the demeanor of his opponent, and even maliciously thought that the smile was clearly a mockery of a cat and a mouse.

The boy in the green shirt did not take advantage of the danger, but just squinted at Xiying, and said with a faint smile: "Xiying really deserves its reputation, just with this hand to shoot the sun arrow, there are no more than twenty people on the rivers and lakes who can beat you!" ”

As a defeated general, listening to the praise of the opponent, Xi Ying was calm, and he couldn't help but reply angrily: "With such a small effort, compared to Your Excellency, it is like seeing a big witch, and if you can rank in the top 20 in the rivers and lakes, isn't Your Excellency the first in the world?" ”

The boy in the green shirt was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "The first in the world, that's really ashamed!" ”

Xiying snorted coldly, unwilling to argue with him about this meaningless topic, just secretly breathing, and when he came up to grab him, he fought hard, but he just looked at himself with a smile, and there was no movement for a long time, Xiying couldn't help but say: "If you want to kill or chop, listen to it!" ”

The boy in the green shirt sighed: "I don't have any other intentions, I just want to invite Mr. Xiying to sit in Xuanji Courtyard!" ”

When Xiying heard the words "Xuanji Courtyard", his face changed greatly: "You ......" seemed to want to say something, but he was silent, just stared at the son, and sighed for a long time.

Not many people know the name of "Xuanji Academy", but Haitian Pavilion, the organization where Xiying belongs, has spent a lot of effort to study the fighting methods and habits of the Yan army, from Emperor Yan to the generals and soldiers in the army, and the officials in the court, everything is very detailed and detailed. Among them, "Xuanji Courtyard" and "Yan Yu Ride" were praised by the lord of Haitian Pavilion as the two invincible magic weapons of Yan Kingdom. Wherever the "Yan Yu Cavalry" iron cavalry went, the opponents were terrified, but the "Xuanji Courtyard" was the key to the "Yan Yu Cavalry" to anticipate the enemy's opportunities in everything. Xiying once heard the pavilion master exclaim: Yan Li, who led the "Yan Yu Ride", is a rare genius general in ancient and modern times, and Fang Qingchen, who single-handedly founded the "Xuanji Courtyard" and "Yan Yu Ride", is a genius among geniuses, and his wisdom is comparable to Zhuge and he is better than Sun Wu!

That was the only time that the Lord of Haitian Pavilion respected a person so much, and the name Fang Qingchen was imprinted in his heart from then on.

Xiying has always been careful and bold, and under the shock, he did his best, thinking that even if he couldn't kill the boy in the green shirt, he had to take advantage of the chaos to escape, and he didn't think about the identity of the boy in the green shirt for a while, at this time, he heard the name of "Xuanji Courtyard", and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, all he thought was the sharp, amazing sword qi, and he could feel the earth-shattering power of the sword qi, but he never saw any sword light, there was no shadow, and it was difficult to see the true body of the sword!

There is a shadow and an invisible, this is a shadow!

Chengying, Chengying, the famous sword that was rumored to be cast in the Shang Dynasty and later hidden by Kong Zhou, a patriot in the Spring and Autumn Period, was rumored to be a shocking ancient sword that Emperor Yan personally gave to his best friend: Chengying!

The boy in the green shirt is smiling like a spring breeze, his elegance is peerless, he holds the shadow in his hand, and his martial arts are superb, except for the legendary Hou Fang Qingchen, who is inseparable from Emperor Yan, who else?

Xiying suddenly realized, all the fear, ruthlessness, and determination seemed to be fleeting, he looked at Fang Qingchen quietly, and said softly: "If you can get Fang Hou to take action personally, Xiying will not be in vain!" ”

Fang Qingchen stared at the killer in front of him and smiled faintly: "Please!" ”

Xiying smiled bitterly.

Since Xuanji Yuan has found out his identity and the assassination mission this time, it is naturally impossible to stop here, and if you want to dig out the main messenger behind it, you have to fall on him. It's just that Xiying couldn't have imagined that this assassination would actually alarm Fang Qingchen, who was under one person in the Yan Kingdom and above ten thousand people, it seems that in the legend, it is not a lie that Fang Qingchen and Emperor Yan are brothers and sisters, and they are one body.

Under Fang Qingchen's invisible coercion, Xiying seemed to have no fighting spirit, and slowly walked downstairs with his head drooping.

No matter where you are, watching the excitement is always a constant hobby for people.

When Fang Qingchen and Xiying duel, the irrelevant people upstairs and downstairs were all shocked, and hurriedly fled for their lives, but later found that although the fight between the two was fierce, it did not affect any unrelated people, and gradually some people slowly walked into the building, scattered in all corners of the first floor, probing their brains, and seeing their eyebrows flying, although they did not understand advanced martial arts, it did not prevent them from relish to see a thrilling duel as a juggling.

At this time, seeing that the two of them had won and lost, everyone pointed and pointed, and some of them were bold, so they stepped forward to look at the two, and secretly sighed that this competition was too short, only to see the shadow like the wind, and only heard the sound of jingling bells upstairs, but it was far less exciting than the tricks on the street.

Xiying's slightly drooping eyes suddenly flashed a fine light, and he shouted, angry like a tide, and everyone felt that it was dark in front of them, and they were dizzy, and they couldn't figure out the east and west, north and south. At that snap of the fingers, the sky was full of iron thistles, iron bodhi, iron lotus seeds, silver needles, flying knives, and shuttle darts...... Countless hidden weapons flew out and scattered into the crowd!

Although Fang Qingchen is extremely smart and his martial arts are extraordinary, he still underestimates the belief of a killer: if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!

Fang Qingchen was not wrong to see it, Xiying's internal strength was exhausted on the sun's arrows, at this time, he was just strong on the outside, Fang Qingchen had absolute confidence, Xiying couldn't use any means in front of him. But he forgot that when a person sacrifices his life, the energy bursts out far beyond his imagination.

Shadow is the most miscellaneous of the four killers.

His swordsmanship is not fast enough, his internal strength is not strong enough, his body is not light and ethereal enough, and his tricks are not proficient and ingenious, but he is the one with the most means. Whether it is a knife, a sword, an arrow, or a secret weapon or poison from the side, he has it at his fingertips, all of them are murderous weapons, not to mention, he is also proficient in the cult martial arts: the Dafa of Heavenly Demon Disintegration!

A roar shocked everyone's hearts, but the price paid was the blood gushing like a fountain and the surging vitality. With the power of disintegration, the internal force of Xiying is still several times better than usual, and there is no scruples, and the hidden weapons hidden in the body are overwhelmingly sprinkled out, whether it is a civilian or a master in front of him, all Xiying needs is a vigorous battle, that is, to sway his life in a gorgeous and colorful way!

That roar was so intense, Fang Qingchen's eyes changed instantly!

The black jade-like pupils are as deep as a pool, no longer gentle and no longer smiling, it is a kind of cold and ruthless determination, a kind of transcendent and calm indifference, but with a trace of pity and anger! Countless complicated and contradictory expressions flashed, and peace was restored in an instant!

In an instant, a faint sword shadow flashed in Fang Qingchen's hand, the illusory, empty, and faint sword shadow was like a thunderbolt that pierced the sky, although the lightning was thin, it was just as shocking.

Fast, light, and empty, with the ghostly body method of transforming the phantom, the sword flashes, the sword is hidden, and every sword shadow must be accompanied by a hidden weapon being destroyed and shot down.

With a flick of his fingers, no one knows how many swords Fang Qingchen swung and how many hidden weapons he blocked! If the sword is not fast enough, his body is faster, and he will always block a silver needle that comes out of nowhere at that moment, and if his body is not fast enough, his palm wind will always send away the stunned people in time.

The bright red, I don't know when it was dyed in the green shirt, slowly spreading, slowly dripping, so red and so desolate, it's just that Fang Qingchen's eyes are still bright, his hands are still stable, and his smile is still free and gentle.

With a ding, with the last willow leaf flying knife, Fang Qingchen stopped and stared back at Xiying. His green shirt fluttered, and a faint smile escaped from his lips, but there was no smile in the depths of his eyes, which was a kind of high-minded scrutiny and silent questioning.

Under such a gaze, Xiying suddenly felt confused, confused, and even self-loathing!

As a killer, it is common to see that human life is as cheap as ants, and it can be discarded, how do you know that there is really such a person in this world who will attach so much importance to a humble life, and will fight for a passerby who he does not know at all, in the course of his more than 20 years of life, he has never seen such a person, let alone experienced the feeling of being valued and rescued, and suddenly, tired, sad, shocked, remorseful, angry, all kinds of negative emotions overwhelmed him!

Everyone in the building woke up from their confusion at this time, and they were both angry and grateful for a while, but under Fang Qingchen's fierce eyes, they didn't dare to say a word.

opened his mouth, smiled miserably, with some surprise and admiration, and a hoarse and dilapidated sentence escaped from his mouth, wandering in the wind: "If you want to kill Yan Li, first remove Fang Qingchen......"

Fang Qingchen stepped forward, his right hand gently brushed Xi Yinyuan's wide eyes, and sighed slightly.

"Who is bold enough to dare to disobey the emperor's order and fight privately?!" A majestic voice pierced the silence, and with the sound, a group of majestic and upright soldiers appeared in the Sunset Tower.

The soldier was dressed in dark armor, and the leader was wearing a cyan cloak, and a long green feather fluttered on his helmet!

"Yan Yu rides!"

Exclamations are heard!

Fang Qingchen turned around, his clear and deep eyes lit up, as if a light shrouded him, graceful and elegant.

A look of astonishment flashed on the majestic and indifferent face of the leading general, and then he showed respect and joy from the heart, and bowed down to the peerless young man in green shirts: "Fang Hou! ”

In the sunset building, a young man in a green shirt, with a gentle smile, exudes a dazzling light, which is the eternal beautiful scenery in everyone's hearts.

———————— author's words————————————————————

Mo, a sunset tower scene that is extremely simple, I have spent so much pen and ink and sweat, I really have the potential to get closer to Nalan! Alas, this purely my personal martial arts complex has flare-up, hehe.

I remember that when I was a child, my favorite books were Jin Yong, Gu Long, Liang Yusheng, plus later Wen Rui'an, Huang Yi, but unfortunately, now, martial arts is really in decline, good-looking martial arts are rare, and good-looking but not popular martial arts are even more sad.

Looking back on the past and thinking about the present, sigh, forgive me for my impulsiveness, a good Yanchen fan, I was forced to become a martial artist, and I am repentant......

whispered, although "The Legend of the Dragon" is not a pure martial arts text, but the beauty of the writing, the complexity of the plot, the grandeur of the scenes, the complexity of the characters, especially the wonderful portrayal of martial arts, make me fascinated! Alas, readers who want to reminisce about the taste of martial arts and love alternate history, you might as well take a look, I personally think that Xue'er's dragon is comparable to Huang Yi's Tang Dynasty!

By the way, I screamed twice, Nalan actually blessed my birthday in the article, I am so happy bird, as a reader of Xiaolou, there is such a kind author, and there are such intimate and friendly relatives, it is really like a family!

Hehe, stepmother, godmother, and aunts and aunts, everyone is happy!!