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Li Bamo.

He was venting all his hidden powers.

At the same time, he also broke out his deepest despair, loneliness.

He was indeed an orphan.

In a sense.

An orphan who cannot belong to any party and cannot find any home.

That loneliness.

Even Su Junyan and Ximen Yelou, who were outside that spiritual battlefield, could feel it.

Tiefutu and Ximen Yelou sensed the change in the aura around Li Balmo and Tiefutu, and knew that the battle inside had begun.

And their battle has also entered a formal white-hot state.

After testing each other.

Whether it is Ximen Night Tower or Su Junyan, they can feel that the other party's strength is on the same level as themselves.

Rival.

Both sides involuntarily labeled each other in their hearts.

After Su Junyan punched Ximen Yelou three times, his hand was already on the hilt of the arc knife on his waist.

The Ximen Night Tower also stepped back and began to accumulate energy.

Retreat, retreat.

It is the true meaning of the boxing of the West Gate Night Tower.

After he was defeated by Su Mubai that year, he traveled through the New World, and finally came to the abyss in the eastern region.

After staring, he took three steps back.

Then he realized.

The power of retreat.

The boxing of the West Gate Night Tower is domineering and unparalleled, and it pays attention to rushing and killing.

But the boxing he finally realized was completely different from his previous style, contrary to it.

To be able to give up the extreme martial arts that he pursued all his life and follow the power of retreat, I have to say that it is a difficult thing for ordinary people to do.

That's not just a matter of taking three steps back, it's a break of the martial arts that he has believed in for dozens or hundreds of years, and then standing up.

So he ended up stepping through that door.

Because he had the courage to retreat.

As he stepped back, the power of the abyss began to emerge around him.

The moment he closed his fist, the bottomless abyss that had been buried by countless dust and years in the New World suddenly projected onto the entire sea.

Suffocating power.

Su Junyan stood in the endless abyss.

I remembered the battle between Ximen Yelou and Su Mubai back then.

Ximen Nighttower took three steps back, and the abyss emerged behind him.

And Su Mubai drew his sword.

The moment the knife was drawn, the red rain was like an arrow.

It was that bloody rainy day.

At that time, Su Junyan almost went crazy because of this and completely lost his combat effectiveness.

Now, he can look directly at that rainy afternoon, and even take the initiative to think about it.

Therefore, he also chose to draw the knife.

The moment the knife was drawn, rain also fell.

He had already severed himself from that past, but it was an emotional one.

A real goodbye, he hasn't done yet.

So, just now, cut out the one that is destined to be cut out!

At the moment of the rain, Ximen Yelou almost thought that the person standing opposite him was not Su Junyan, but Su Mubai, who was now locked up on the sacred mountain of Salem.

Abyssal Red Rain.

Olivia hadn't heard Su Junyan talk about his youth, but from this knife, this red rain, she thought of the red rain that Su Mubai cut out back then, and thought a lot.

So she felt very sorry for him.

But I'm not worried.

She knew that Su Junyan dared to cut this knife, that is, he had really figured it out.

"Good knives. Ximen Yelou whispered, punching.

In terms of seniority, he is longer than Su Junyan, and in terms of strength, he is also a super strong person who has been famous for hundreds of years.

But he never spared his life, and when it was time to make a move, he did it.

One punch.

The abyss was empty, and the sea that could still loom in the abyss was completely absorbed at the moment when the Ximen Night Tower punched.

The punch of Ximen Night Tower, although it was punched, was like a black hole that suddenly opened, infinitely absorbing everything around it.

The shape of this punch is advancing, but the intention is receiving.

This is true, and the Ximen Night Tower has understood the word retreat to the extreme.

In infinitely shrinking black holes, even red rain is no exception.

The corners of Su Junyan's white clothes were pulled and hunted.

In the huge suction, he is like a small boat on the stormy sea.

But this small boat is so tenacious, tenacious, unmoving.

The boxing of the West Gate Night Tower lies in retreat.

And Su Junyan's knife path lies in hope.

There is always a future, and there is never a dead end.

Forever, there's the next door.

Su Junyan closed his eyes, in the dark wind and waves.

He was still thinking about that rainy afternoon.

In the dimly lit room, the man in white stroked the arc knife that had been rubbed all year round, stood in front of the beautiful woman, and looked back at the young man hiding behind the door, and he laughed.

That kind of laughter, to this day, Su Junyan will never forget.

It was alike, pity, anticipation, encouragement, a faint regret, worry, and, a hint of attachment.

It was a father's look.

Absolutely, it shouldn't be a father's eye.

For in the next moment he drew his sword and killed his wife.

The mother of his son.

In front of his, his son.

Draw the knife.

Draw the knife......

Draw the knife!!

"Choke-" The arc knife was unsheathed, and the blade, which had been carefully polished for many years, reflected a blue light in the dark room.

Small orange out of the sheath.

The murderous blade that once killed his father and mother was unsheathed in Su Junyan's hands.

The rain of blood was sudden and furious, and it was huge.

It's like everything is going back to that bloody rainy day that you can never go back to.

Even the bottomless abyss with huge suction power could not stop this sudden, violent rain!

Su Junyan opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes.

Out of the knife.

Chop.

What he wanted to cut was not the bottomless abyss in front of him, nor the Ximen Night Tower in the abyss.

What he wants to kill is the rain of blood, the rain of blood, the smiling father.

He stabbed out, as if he was about to push open the door that he had too late to open back then.

He's going to rush out.

He was going to stop the knife from falling.

He's going to stop that rain of blood from falling.

He's going to ......

Save everything!!

"Choking-" The sound of a knife being drawn continued.

The famous blade of Higashishima, named Xiao Ju, was pulled out inch by inch in the blood rain, and the blood-colored rain soaked the turquoise blade inch by inch, and also soaked the four words of the human national treasure on the knife.

The knife slashed into the rain.

also cut into the infinite bottomless darkness.

It was facing the darkness, and it was also facing the Ximen Night Tower that came with its fist.

It's slashing at the darkness, but it's not just slashing at the darkness.

It's chopping time.

This knife has been slashed for several years.

It's not just a knife, either.

This is......

Eyes !!!!!!! when you were young

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