Cuizhi turned around and fell, a little water wave, a dragonfly a little water, his hands were separated from the left and right, the birds were flying and the cranes were flying, and he rushed towards the demon Xiuyan:

"This is the palm we can't find you in the past sixteen years!"

Cuizhi Cherry's small mouth twisted and said, but the speed and change of the kink in front of her hands crossed her body, and she could see that a wall of qi was formed, and a petite body was completely hidden in the phantom light stream. Mo Xiuyan raised his hand and was about to fight back, but when he heard her words, he hugged his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and with a 'boom' sound, Mo Xiuyan kicked and kicked, took three steps back, shook his body, and stood firm on the grass again.

"Every year, I will go to you, just the Jinsha River, I have also searched for nearly a hundred miles, this punch, I also received countless old punches from you back then. ”

Li Chao followed closely behind Cuizhi, and swung his fist at Demon Xiuyan. The demon corrected his shoulders, raised his head and chest, and looked straight at the chaotic face, how much time has been spent together from childhood to youth, and now everyone is middle-aged, 'bang' Demon Xiuyan sat on the ground as soon as his butt was ass.

Successive attacks from the two, Mo Xiuyan didn't fight back, let them hit him, a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of Mo Xiuyan's mouth, the kind of red in the figure of a red candle dressed in red, looking at Yi Jinglan's eyes, turning her head, she couldn't bear to watch Mo Xiuyan suffer from their blows like this, but for Mo Xiuyan to not fight back, she couldn't do anything, this is really what Mo Xiuyan owed them, for sixteen years, there was no news, even if they died, everyone ended up with a really sad one, but this is obviously not dead, as the head of the sword, the head of an independent attic in Xiuyue Villa, but it doesn't matter whether the brothers and sisters live or die, they live alone, and live themselves, This kind of reluctance is betrayal, this kind of escape, is forgetfulness, he didn't think like this when he saw him that day, at this time, seeing a few people with such expressions, it is also a resentment in joy, and you can always let out a bad breath, and you will talk about it later.

The blow of the red candle was too heavy, and his hands danced in front of him, and the sharp light shot at the demon cultivator like a cold knife. Yi Jinglan listened to those screams, and turned her head around with a twist. Mo Xiuyan, who had just stood up from the ground, was still waving his hands behind him, balancing his body that had lost a little bit of strength, and he didn't move a single foot, and his standing posture was not stable, and the red candle's 'sword out of the valley' arrived.

The sword out of the valley, everyone in the thirteen swords has learned, but only this red candle is the best, when she learned this style, she was only for a good look, turn and shape, the sword is the road guide, as a dragon dance, the momentum of the bend and rush, plus the sudden twist of the body, there is a top-down power and high suppression in the agility, plus she always loves a red dress, shaped like a phoenix in the fly, the dragon travels thousands of miles, just for this style, every day of practice, she will use most of the time, just to practice this style.

Just landed, standing on both sides of the demon cultivator's words, the green branches and the chaos had unbearable hearts, just took a step, to stop the red candle, it can be seen that the red candle's water-like eyes are full of fog, if autumn water is about to come out, the two of them put down and raised half of their hands. I remembered that back then, every time Mo Xiuyan came back from a trip, as soon as the red candle saw him, she flew out, and her mouth just shouted 'my gift' and a pair of legs were wrapped around Mo Xiuyan's body, she never thought that Mo Xiuyan was a sword head, but only as a big toy like an older brother.

Thinking of this, the figure of the red candle has arrived, and there is a sound of 'Boom', and one of Mo Xiuyan's clothes and robes are all broken in pieces, flying in all directions, under the sun, Mo Xiuyan's upper body is naked in the sun, and the white upper body, from the lower abdomen to both shoulders, is full of sword wounds, one by one, the knots are wrong, covered with a front body, that is, the back, seven or eight arrow wounds, and a thumb-sized scar bulging high, like a red cherry stuck to it. The scar on the front body, the most prominent, is the knife wound that extends from the left shoulder to the right waist, long and deep, after the injury heals to form a long red bulging knot of flesh, between his chest and abdomen is like a rainbow belt in the sky, but the scar is so shocking that people can't bear to look at it for a long time.

The red candle was merciful this time, and it didn't hurt Mo Xiuyan's body, but it just shattered his clothes, but this nakedness, the scars of Mo Xiuyan in Jinsha River that day were mostly exposed in front of everyone's eyes, and finally the green bamboo that pounced, the body like the wind, just at the moment when the red candle fell on the ground, I saw that Mo Xiuyan was naked, and the eye-catching knife wound was like a slash on his body, his hands were hurriedly recovered, and he suddenly danced behind him, trying to stop the attack on Mo Xiuyan, but the force was too strong, it turned out to be too fierce, and he lost his balance, With a bang, he fell into the water.

Red Candle took a step forward and stroked those scars with her hands, a kind of heart-piercing pain, from the tip of her hand into her heart, the painful feeling, as if those healed wounds were bleeding at this time, every wound that touched the eyes, as if it was on her body, a transmission beyond pain, instantly let her big tears flow down, drop after drop, drip onto her face, slide onto the clothes on her chest, and then touch a scar on her waist, those bulging bags, pointed between her slender fingers, she couldn't touch it anymore, a body, at once fell on Mo Xiuyan's body, the head leaned on Mo Xiuyan's shoulder, big drops of tears, like a spring gushing out, down his cheeks, all the way to Mo Xiuyan's shoulders, and then to Mo Xiuyan's back.

Mo Xiuyan felt the warmth of those tears, a kind of pain and pleasure that was so hot that he could withstand it, from the tips of his toes to his heart, and his back also had numbness. Gently holding the shoulders of the red candle, wiping the tears on the cheeks of the red candle, a pair of eyes looked straight ahead, looking at the youngest junior sister in the thirteen swords, her face with her hands clasped together, the kind of sadness that was unbearable:

"Don't cry, scars are a sign of a man's determination and bravery, I am the head of your sword, if there is no such sign, how can I be worthy of my identity!"

Mo Xiuyan straightened the body of the red candle, a pair of eyes looked straight at the eyes of the red candle, the red candle looked at the bloodshot at the corner of the mouth of the demon Xiuyan, stretched out his hand, wiped the bloodshot on the corner of the mouth of the demon Xiuyan, the tears in his eyes kept flowing, just sobbing, just choking. Qingzhu climbed up from the water, wiped the river water on his face with one hand, and looked at a few stunned people on the shore with a pair of eyes. Yi Jinglan was far away, looking at Mo Xiuyan's back, Cui Zhi was on the left, looking at a few knotted knife wounds on Mo Xiuyan's left arm, the red scars were staggered, and on one arm, there were more than ten sword wounds, bald spots with arrow wounds, red bulging. On the right, a pair of eyes, open and closed, closed and opened, his distorted face, unable to tell what was going on in his heart, only the hissing sound of his teeth and teeth, and the muscles on his cheeks, silently saying everything he wanted to say.

Qingzhu went ashore, and the water on his body couldn't stop dripping down, the closer he got to the demon Xiuyan, the chill of his body made him tremble involuntarily, the spring water was cold, but the cold was not so cold that he couldn't bear it. Every time he took a step, there was a scar on Mo Xiuyan's body. With every step of the way, he knew that in the Thirteen Swords of the Sword Pavilion, before that day, no one had been injured, but the Demon Cultivator in front of him, the upper body that these hands could protect was all injured like this, how many injuries did he have on his legs?

Qingzhu stepped on the grass with both feet, his legs shook involuntarily, in the thirteen swords, Lan Qinghong and Luo Mo were more brave than him, he was only about the same as the ghost hand, and the demon cultivator was injured like this, how many injuries did the two of them have?

I can't bear to look at it anymore, and I can't bear the red candle and the demon Xiuyan, one wiping blood, the other wiping tears, taking off his robe, and gently draped it on the body of the demon Xiuyan:

"Let's go! Let's go into the house and talk again, the sound of the wind and waves by the river is not easy to speak. ”

Mo Xiuyan pulled the robe on his body with both hands and took a step back:

"Okay, I can still smash my clothes, and all these years of work have not been in vain. Only this time, I didn't bring you a single gift, don't blame me!"

Mo Xiuyan, who was dressed again, had a white face, no scars at all, and smiled on his face, and in a smile, the corners of his left mouth rose again, and the beard under his nose moved with his smile, and the slightly exposed white teeth, in the light movement of a tuft of beard on his round chin, the appearance of his youth returned. Sitting around a table, gossiping, joys and sorrows, everyone can control it, and no more tears will fall.

"Yi Jinglan, all these years you have been alone on the banks of the Jinsha River, just to wait for the Demon Xiuyan first?"

When the red candle asked, several people laughed at once.

"Who caused that long stab wound in your chest and waist?"

With this question, several people's eyes stared straight at Demon Xiuyan:

"On the same day, Luo Mo and the three of us received a summons from Lan Qinghong, and hurried to Buyin County, crossing the Jinsha River, our horses were still on the other bank, and they were not transported, and the siege of the three of us began. Obviously, they had a strict agreement, and the first time I was cut down by them, when I asked again, no one answered, but said with a gloomy face, 'When I die, I will be buried with three people, and my body will not be dishonored.'" That's all there is to it in the whole process.

They had seven chiefs, and when I slain their boss that day, he left me with the knife in my chest and waist, and I could scarcely find any other wounds. It's just that each of their exercises is chaotic, direct and effective, and there is never any superfluous action, they are specialized thieves, and I have met two people in the past few days, but no one is willing to be caught by me, and they can't obey. ”