"I'm not dead, it's probably God's favor for me. www.biquge.info He thought about it again and mocked: "No, what is God's favor for me, it is the eldest brother who gave me the last hope of life." ”

"Do you know Wucang!" Yu Qingming poked his heart with his ring finger fiercely, and said: "Seeing my Yu family die one by one at your hands, and seeing those sanctimonious hypocrites on the rivers and lakes wreaking havoc on my Yu family's corpse after death, no one can understand that kind of pain, no one in this world suffers more pain than me!"

Sometimes the greatest pain is not the dead people, but the living people, and the living to see their relatives die one by one, one by one, if it is not for the nature of Baguio flowers to be able to nourish the soul and protect the soul, Yu Qingming's soul has already died in pain and despair

Wu Cang didn't answer, but his expression calmed down, with a hint of banter, he said: "Yes, it's so calculating, it's my carelessness that no one has found out about this matter over the years." ”

"Check!" Yu Qingming sneered, but he grabbed the begonia suspended in the air in his hand and took a bottle of snow plum wine into his hand, it seemed that he needed to take a sip of wine and take a breath of relief because he was too angry in his heart, or did he want to ignite the fire in his heart and turn anger into power?

No one knew what Yu Qingming was thinking in his heart, why he drank this sip of wine, only that he laughed, laughing a little crazy, but his tone was flat, and he said lightly: "The world knows that you and I have a deep relationship, if we all die this time, I'm afraid you will still be the sword pavilion, the world is proud and heroic." ”

"Yes. Wu Cang smiled, the demonic energy moved with his fingertips, turning into a figure, his expression pretended to be sincere, and said with a smile: "You haven't seen them for a long time, have you? Will you forget their appearance? It's okay, their souls have long been swallowed by the crescent moon, who do you want to see, senior brother will fulfill your wishes." ”

"By the way, by the way, should you look at your enthusiastic big brother, everyone calls Yu Qinghua who kills people?"

That sturdy figure, that gaze is no longer clear, he is holding a sword in his hand, he is doing something, this thing makes Yu Qingming look very excited, his pupils are constricted, his eyes are full of bloodshots, and he even has to bulge, that kind of anger can no longer be described in words, what can that anger have except a sentence of life and death?

He remembered everything clearly, never forgot it, forgot to let his wife and children suffer less, and the eldest brother raised his sword and pierced the chest of his sister-in-law and nephew.

The helplessness, pain, and fear in the sister-in-law's face in the demonic spirit, the nephew's crying and crying cry made Yu Qing fall into the devil, and there was a blood-red light on his body constantly breeding, he was drinking the snow plum wine engraved with the snow plum flying wine pot in one sip, it seemed that the snow was flying in the wind, the snow was flying in the wind, the snow was flying in the cold mountain, holding the wine in his hand, drinking the wind and snow, facing the ice wind, killing one person in ten steps, blowing blood in the wind, killing in the snow, he went up with a sword.

How familiar is that sword? Because the world thinks that after his return, that sword will be used as a proof of the righteousness and pride between brothers, who knows that the person who has held that sword for decades is the murderer of the past? Treacherous and hidden in the world, this is really a terrible thing, but who would have thought that he was still alive, and he could still stand in front of the eyes of the black sky with a sword at this time, and go away with a sword.

This sword is not chic, and the action is a little stiff, but it is very stable, just holding the sword, a sword down, this sword is so stable and must be stable, because this sword has been waiting for too many years, he has been thinking for too long and silent for too long in the past few decades, it can be said that in order to swing this sword, in order to kill the person in front of him, he exhausted everything he had, in order to make all this a reality, even if it became a stone bridge and was trampled on for a thousand years, he had no regrets.

This sword made Wu Cang frown, a sword without moves, a sword with a big opening and closing, this sword does not fit the meaning of heaven and earth, not like the sword of Begonia Hanmeilai, not like a sword of willow leaves hanging on the galaxy, this sword is just a sword, but this sword is an unavoidable sword, and the artistic conception that exists in this sword is only sword intent in addition to sword intent.

This world is not dark, this is not the world of Qiqi, but there is an extra light around it, this pass flashed, it was a cold light, it was a sword light, but this light burned this vast thousands of meters of demonic qi and collapsed.

This ragged demonic qi dispersed but could never be returned, because the sword was still there, because the black sky had not yet come out of the sword.

Wu Cang didn't use a sword, he also used a sword, because a wind blew from the sky, and this wind was the reason why the demonic qi dispersed and did not gather.

The smell of this wind is a little special, it actually carries the fragrance of plums, and the position where this wind blows is also a little high, blowing from the place where the willow leaves stand, that is the east, the place where the holy light and the sun rises, and the wind carries the fragrance of plum blossoms and also carries a scorching breath, and that breath belongs to the holy light of the West Holy Divine Court.

Under the holy light, the demonic energy seemed to melt, and a trace of white smoke rose up, like a trace of fog in the early morning, about to sweep away in all directions.

Suddenly, a terrible scream rippled out of the demonic qi, and the scream made Yu Qinghua's sword pause for a moment, his heart was a little confused, but the killing intent in his eyes was even more crazy.

Those voices are no longer familiar to anyone in the world except him, and he dreams of this scene every night and every time he sleeps for decades, and when he hears those voices, those miserable screams of longing for life and despair of fate, it is like a hand that has always been transparent holding his heart all the time, and no one can understand the pain, and he doesn't need anyone to feel it.

There was a flash of brightness in those red eyes full of hatred, it was a tear, that tear that was cool but full of countless complex emotions, pain, hatred, or that was the only thought that could give him the idea to live.

As the tears fell, the expression in his eyes gradually calmed down, and only then did he have the meaning of a true swordsman, and everything he thought about was the sword in his hand.

Wu Cang originally wanted to use that palpitating roar to mess up Yu Qingming's state of mind, but he didn't think that under which sound should have been heartbroken, and the crazy Yu Qingming, who should have been painful, sad, and angry, seemed so calm, his hands holding the sword were more stable, and what Wu Cang could see under those eyes was the scene when he first saw Yu Qingming.

That's right, at this time, he was the same person back then, he was only for the sword back then, that kind of sword was very envious of Wu Cang, Wu Cang saw Yu Qingming for the first time as if he saw a sword, he understood at that time that the life of this person in front of him would only be born for the sword.

Yu Qingming is still a young man born for the sword back then, he is still a clear sword heart, but no matter how transparent his sword heart is, no matter how calm his eyes are, Wu Cang can feel the undying hatred in this sword and the wind blowing because of the sword.

(To be continued.) )