"Perfect !!"

"A perfect sword, my dear son!"

Su Mubai, probably, really has no heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Faced with Su Junyan's extremely angry knife, he just laughed, laughed and praised him for being perfect.

Completely, not at all sad and sad.

His own son will kill himself.

Perhaps, this is already a manifestation of his troubled conscience?

"I have to say, although I have been in Asgard these days, I have heard a lot of your name, and you are doing it beautifully, son. Su Mubai dodged the knife again, he was still chattering, "It's worthy of my Su Mubai's son." ”

"Don't say it anymore!!" Su Junyan was almost losing his mind, his knife was wild and directionless.

"Unify the Northland and conquer the Central Continent, wow, it's a hundred times better than me. Su Mubai didn't listen, he was still talking, still talking.

It is said that those actions can indeed be called eternal deeds.

Su Junyan only felt that he wanted to vomit.

Because, those things, those things, in fact, are all the roads that this man has planned, right?

Walking on a given path, and what, so proud?!

"Boom-" The exploding blade swept away everything in this central dogma, and the whole hall was a little shaky.

"Truly, my dear son, you are truly my pride. Su Mubai appeared in front of Su Junyan again, extremely affectionate, serious, like a real father and said, son, you are my pride.

But so what?

Is pride meant to be used to destroy constantly?

Pride means to suffer all the suffering in the world?

Pride means that you can't have your own life?

"I don't think so. "Su Junyan said, I don't agree.

He stopped waving his knife, inserted Xiaoju back into the scabbard, and threw it at Su Mubai.

"Su Mubai, don't run away again, let's have a good fight. ”

"After all, there is one person between us who should stay here. ”

This time, Su Mubai didn't hide, he caught the knife that belonged to him, like an old friend who had been reunited for a long time, stroked it and said, "You take good care of it." ”

Su Junyan didn't answer, he grabbed a long knife composed of pitch-black flames from the void.

The long knife eventually formed a familiar blade.

Chiyou.

Demon Knife Chi You.

The long knife that had been lost on that rainy night that killed Lucifer, at this moment, in Su Junyan's hands, was resurrected in an alternative way.

To some extent, this is Su Junyan's sword soul.

Even if the knife is gone, he can resurrect it.

This is Su Junyan's own thing.

No matter how easy he uses Xiaoju, it is also Su Mubai's thing.

Just like those eternal achievements, they are all very good things, but they are not what Su Junyan wants.

All he wanted was a very simple knife, a hug on a snowy night.

Without.

He didn't need anything that had pushed him to this point with the rolling river of fate.

He's going to cut off those things, like cutting off the man in front of him.

"Come on. In Su Junyan's eyes, Su Mubai had turned into a river.

"Don't let me. ”

"Don't worry. Su Mubai held the knife, and he didn't have the pompous demeanor he had before, he nodded very seriously, "If you can't even kill me, then I will kill you without hesitation, son." ”

"That'...... That's it. Su Junyan took out the knife.

Su Mubai also took out the knife.

This is a matchup that has been waiting for many years.

A father-son duel.

At the moment of the knife, Su Junyan couldn't help but think of those afternoons many years ago, when his father would make tea and wait for him to come home.

No matter what he did wrong, he would smile gently and say, "It's okay, everything will be fine." ”

Why......

Why can't it just go on like this?

Why, do you want to push me to such a point?

Is an ordinary life necessarily wrong?

"Qiang-" The collision of knives and knives, the violent knife wind pierced Su Junyan's face.

Su Mubai's voice was close at hand.

"Son, if you are distracted during a duel, you will die. ”

In the end, Su Mubai's indifferent voice still pulled Su Junyan back to reality.

Reality, the wound on his face, told him.

There's no going back.

No way, go back.

Suck it up.

Su Junyan.

Either kill him or be killed by him.

Life is so cruel.

"Fuck life. Su Junyan was lower, and the Chiyou in his hand suddenly shook wildly, shaking Su Mubai and flying out.

Immediately afterwards, it was what he was best at, a knife in the thousand-mile-long slaughter, a thousand miles to kill.

"Okay!! Su Mubai exclaimed loudly, he laughed loudly, dripping with joy, "This is my son!"

"Come on, try to kill me!!"

Su Mubai, the last sentence, roared suddenly, he stopped laughing, his knife was wild like a storm.

In the crumbling central dogma, it suddenly began to rain.

Red rain.

"Qiang-" When the next knife comes out.

"Boom," which had been cultivated as a central dogma for more than 200 years, finally collapsed with a bang.

In the sound of collapse, it was the collision of knives and knives.

It's fate, and fate collides.

Blades like rain.

Father and Son, in the red rain, swung their knives extremely fast.

At this moment, neither of them looks like the ultimate powerhouse of the Dao of the Dao, and they pay attention to the end of the sword.

They seem to be talking about something, venting something, and they are all going crazy.

The knife was disorganized, and angry like a river.

In this river, father and son stood facing each other, both expressionless.

In fact, they have already slashed at each other I don't know how many times.

But no one took a step back, letting the blood splash everywhere, as if they were competing to see who would be able to survive until the last moment.

"Actually, I'm sad too. Su Mubai suddenly said when he didn't know how many knives came out.

"Believe it or not. ”

Su Junyan's answer was that he would be faster than Su Mubai when he stabbed again.

"I don't believe it. ”

That's his answer.

Su Mubai, no matter what you say or what kind of confession you do, at this moment, it will be useless.

Even if you're really sad, even if it'......

You've pushed yourself, and me, to this point.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

The second more.

Although it may have been said that the mouth is rotten, but really, please support my new book "The Night of the Gods", really, please.