Rainy night.

The long street is the longest**.

People with rain hats in heavy rain are very ordinary.

But there is only one person wearing a red robe with a rain hat on his head.

The walls of the palace are like cliffs, misty in the rain.

The red-robed man walked very slowly, silently but openly.

Three sharp arrows suddenly shot from the city wall, but the red-robed man didn't make a move, but the arrows seemed to be lost in the rainstorm and were swallowed by a giant beast called Darkness.

The red-robed man looked up.

Between the lightning and flint, he drew a sky with his gaze, and the masters of the wall were shocked one after another.

Sword Qi!

Keep sucking, sucking the breath of the creatures in the shadows.

In this cold imperial city, there were already countless guards who had become a blood sacrifice of sword qi.

Suddenly, two figures flashed in front of the red-robed man.

The red-robed man stopped, clenching the scabbard in his hand, and the wind and rain could not wash away the killing intent in his heart.

The sword in his hand was not unsheathed, and he knew that if he drew the sword, one of the two in front of him would surely die.

But he didn't know how to deal with the second person.

He could feel the difference between the two in front of him.

He will only draw his sword!

Of the two, he knew one!

That's Old Man Hong.

Sigu Sword did not stab Emperor Qingguo, precisely because of the existence of this great master.

The other took a timely step forward.

At this moment, in the distance of the sky, a flash of lightning suddenly swept by, followed by a thunderclap, and suddenly rose.

The sound is like a crack, but it seems to echo above the head, and the echo lingers for a long time.

The shadows of the wall swayed, and a little bit of broken light swept across the sky, and with the help of lightning, the red-robed people saw each other clearly.

It was a monk of a temple.

The night was like ink, the wind and rain were shaking, the sky and the earth were suddenly silent, and all that could be heard was the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

Long....

Time is short, and the confrontation is too long.

Qi to rise to the peak, at this time do not move for a while.

Gonggong Hong's whole person slowly straightened up, and his bones emitted a burst of "crackling" like a string of whips.

The whole person seemed to have risen more than a dozen inches in an instant.

But he didn't make a move, he wasn't sure.

The monk beside him couldn't bear it, the bamboo stick in his hand shattered the rain curtain, and a tiger roar sounded, as if from outside the sky.

The stick is like a tiger, and the person is like a sleeping dragon, and no one can compare with this kind of power.

It's a pity that his opponent is a red-robed man!

The big red robe drew his sword, like a gust of wind, no matter how powerful it was, it would disappear without a trace in the wind.

When the sword was gone, the monk felt a cool breeze blow gently on him.

The wind was light, but it was bitterly cold!

The monk's expression stiffened, condensing into a strange and mysterious expression on his face.

The blood in his body seemed to be frozen, and his man fell heavily to the ground from mid-air.

The wind stopped, and so did the breathing.

Gonggong Hong wrinkled his face, let out a long sigh, and said.

"Good sword!"

The red-robed man's eyes flashed, his long sword in his hand, and he didn't make a sound.

Gonggong Hong continued: "The art of kendo lies in essence.

I am afraid that no one in the world can stop this sword. ”

The art of kendo lies in one blow, then decline, and three exhaustions.

Even if Hong Siitch doesn't say this, everyone in the world who practices martial arts should understand it.

Thinking of this, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the red-robed man, and the long sword in his hand seemed to tremble slightly from the beating of a little raindrop.

The sword is in the hand, it is not as threatening as in the scabbard!

Gonggong Hong suddenly jumped up, and his body was agile.

He floated in the air, unusually slow but light as the air flowed.

He shot.

The action is like a girl folding flowers.

Gentle and slow, but indescribably cold and weird.

The red-robed man was at a loss, he couldn't do anything but draw his sword!

He wanted to close his eyes and let the torrential rain scorch his body, but he suddenly remembered his brother, and the bitterness on his lips was unstoppable.

He always thought that there was only one Hong Siitch by the emperor's side, but he forgot about the relationship between the emperor and the temple.

The temple is the emperor's last hole card.

The monk had exhausted his sword qi, his sword soul.

The sword was in his hand, not in the sheath, and he had no way to draw it a second time.

He is a life-threatening red robe, but at this moment, he will be taken by others.

All mission and power will be taken away.

Because that's what "death" is.

When "death" comes, what power in the world can stop it?

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But this blow did not take the life of the red-robed man, it took away a dwarf, a dwarf who came out of nowhere.

Hong Si was startled, and he thought of who this dwarf was.

The little finger of the "hand" is full of bone shrinking skills.

Hong Siqi didn't know where Pinky was hiding, and he didn't know how he managed to sneak into the palace.

He suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The sword in the dwarf's hand pierced into Hong Siqi's body.

The sword light flowed, and it was extremely ruthless.

With a "bang", both of them fell to the ground at the same time.

The sword of double burial, the jade is shattered, and you want to live with heaven and earth!

Pinky is vicious, he is not only ruthless to his opponents, but even more ruthless to himself.

His body couldn't withstand the full force of the Great Master's blow, and the blood spilled into the sky, mixing with the heavy rain.

The red rain soaked the imperial city, so beautiful, so enchanting.

Blood Rain!!

When the blood rain is in the sky, there will be troubled times!

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.........

The red-robed man stood there like a clay sculpture, his ears echoing with the words of Little Finger before he died.

"I can't make the ring finger sad, I don't want to see her sad.

I will feel happy when she is happy, you must live!"

Little Finger lay quietly on the ground, with a smile on his lips.

What is the definition of happiness?

Is it eternal life?

Is it wealth?

No....

As long as you see your beloved being happy, it is happiness.

The little finger is happy, a happy life.

She saved Littlefinger's life, and Littlefinger saved her lover's life.

Because Little Finger loves her, but also because Da Hong Pao loves her.

Isn't a person's life a cycle of fate?

"Please....

Certain....

Be happy!"

There is no hustle and bustle here, the silence is as quiet as in the past, and the silence makes people feel empty and helpless.

Nothing has changed.

The red-robed man vaguely remembered this place, which was still so lonely and empty.

The entire palace was brilliantly lit, but only the imperial study was dim and dim.

It's not that the lights in the imperial study are insufficient, it's just that no matter how bright the lights are, they can't illuminate the emperor's heart.

Because the brilliance in his heart has become dim with the departure of a woman**.

By the time he had made up his mind to take the Inspectorate and the Inner Treasury into his own hands, and when he had made up his mind to dominate the world, he had already gone into darkness.

The beautiful woman has passed away, where is the candlelight?

It was he who extinguished the light with his own hands, and all that was left was endless greed.

As long as the power is still in one's own hands, then life is still there, and ambition is still there.

As long as a person is ambitious, then his life is precious.

What does it have to do with him that is only taking other people's lives?

Taking away a piece of that woman with his own hands can achieve his hegemony for a lifetime.

So what does the disappearance of a woman have to do with him?

As great as greed is, so great is ambition.

Greed is always on earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"Now I finally know why you always like to wear red. ”

The emperor raised his head, looked at the pouring rain outside the window, and said, "You have killed too many people, only the red clothes can cover the blood on your body." ”

"You're making a fool of yourself. ”

The Emperor turned his head, and there was an irresistible majesty in his words.

The red-robed man bowed his head, his red robe was still bright and dazzling, but what was dripping from the hem of his clothes was not rain, but blood!

The red robe was soaked, but there was not a trace of rain.

The red robe turned out to be dyed with blood!

"Why did you come to kill me?" the emperor's eyes were cold, as if he was trying to see through the heart of the person on the other side.

"Why did I come to kill you, why?" muttered the red-robed man, not knowing how to answer.

The emperor seemed to have seen through the heart of the red-robed man, and with satisfaction his eyes had left the other party, he looked out the window again, and said to himself:

"It's just a game. ”

"You and I are just puppets being pulled together. ”

The red-robed man remembered his index finger.

He suddenly smiled, like an index finger, and the smile was ugly and desolate.

He suddenly understood the words of the index finger, and understood the smile of the index finger.

Be downhearted.

Qi Qiranran.

"Someone wants to kill me, he hates me.

He lays out, he pulls the strings. ”

"You are the sword in his hand.

He can't kill me, but he knows how to use you to kill me. ”

"You have a weakness in your heart, you don't deserve to be a killer!"

The emperor's words hit the heart of the red-robed man wave after wave, and the two met for the first time, but the emperor seemed to have known him for decades.

There is a weakness in the hearts of the red-robed people!

"Fan Xian"!

The name was like a boulder that weighed on the head of the red-robed man and lingered.

A qiē seems to be like a prophecy!

The prophecy of the little talker!

When the emperor's banner was planted on Dongyi City, who would have thought that the big red robe was just to get rid of Fan Xian's heart disease?

When the big red robe killed Ye Liuyun and killed passers-by, who would have thought that this was just to let Fan Xian's beloved begonia blossom be able to support the banner of Northern Qi.

Minimize the generation gap and resistance between the two of them?

Begonias need strength and fame.

Only then will there be no objection to what she says.

Only in this way, she said that she wanted to be with Fan Xian, and who could stop her?

If Junshan will be an enemy of Fan Xian, he will be destroyed.

If the emperor wants to imprison Fan Xian, he will kill him!

It's Fan Xian! It's Fan Xian! It's Fan Xian!

He was seen through by someone, he was taken advantage of by someone.

"Know it or not, know it or not.

It should be green, fat, red and thin. ”

"Why can't green leaves become safflowers?

"Why is the sky blue?"

"Because the lake is blue. ”

"Why is the water in this pool green?"

"Because it's not deep enough. ”

How many memories, how many warmth, and how much resentment surrounds him, lingering and refusing to leave?

Standing on the journey of time, whenever I look back, I find that there are more and more footprints behind me, and I am in a hurry.

He remembered the gentle corners of his mouth, and he remembered the man who looked like a girl.

Only this person is sincere to him!

This person is like a flower.

Sometimes the moon covers the willows, and sometimes the branches are clustered.

The red-robed man smiled bitterly, and after going around in a big circle, it turned out that he was still the green leaf that made wedding dresses for others.

It's just that he has been through so many things, and he himself has never been aware of it.

He is a killer, the most famous killer in the world.

But he didn't live a single day for himself.

He lives for others, for his brother, for his respectful aunt.

He's a puppet, he's a green leaf, he's a stupid idiot.

He's the walking dead!

At this moment, he lost himself, lost his sword, and lost his heart.

He wasn't cold enough, he lost the courage to draw his sword!

He's no longer a killer.

"This killer isn't too cold?" the red-robed man pondered, momentarily dazed.

"You have low self-esteem!" said the Emperor.

"Do you still want to kill me?" the Emperor asked.

"For whom are you going to kill me, for yourself?" said the Emperor.

"I don't know. ”

The red-robed man replied.

The Emperor's eyes were filled with a mocking smile, and he knew that the red-robed man had been defeated by him.

His language is always the most powerful and direct weapon.

It can instantly absorb the other person's heart, can lift people up to the clouds, and can kick people into hell with one kick.

This is the art of the Emperor!

All of a sudden, the iron horse of twenty years ago, the ambition to defy the world, once again filled his body.

He looked at the red-robed man like an ant that was stealing his life.

The torrential rain roared outside the window, and the strong wind blew the candles in the study flickering and dimming, and the pages on the table "brushed".

The red-robed man raised his head, his face was pale, his eyes were misty, he was shocked again, he felt incredible.

It was only now that he realized that the man in front of him was the real hidden master.

If it weren't for the sudden excitement in his heart, the aura of the strong man involuntarily emanated, and the red-robed man couldn't see that he knew martial arts.

His martial arts had entered the realm of transformation, and he had become perfect, and he had become one with nature, so the red-robed man did not notice it.

Despise!

The most taboo thing for a martial artist actually happened to the number one killer in the world.

The red-robed man was completely devastated.

This talent in front of him is the first in the world, and the red-robed person is not worthy!

------ when the cold comes, you will never see its power, but it has invisibly turned water into ice and made people freeze to death.

The emperor also seemed to notice the change in the red-robed man, and he undisguised his domineering spirit even more.

The domineering true qi that has been cultivated for more than twenty years burst out in an instant!

The air is twisting, the study is twisting, even the two people facing each other are twisting!

That's domineering!

The woman not only sent the Inspectorate with both hands, but also the Inner Treasury.

At the same time, he also gave him the only domineering mental method in the world.

But......

But what did the woman get?

Another woman gave him her youth, paid for fame,

Even for him to do shameless and dirty deeds again and again, he is still crying silently in Guangxin Palace.

She.......

And what did you get?

They can't see through it, they can't see through it.

They are all hopeless idiots.

The damp hem of the red-robed man's clothes had dried.

The entire imperial study was dyed with red rainwater into a dazzling swallow fat.

Scarlet.

Like twilight, like smoke and rain.

Who's crying, who's dripping blood?

Who is it!!!

Is it him, or is it her?

Is it blood rain?

Ominous!

The emperor's hands were cold, but the blood was hot.

Being able to fight with Da Hong Pao is the most exciting and proud thing in his life.

It was the first time he had done it himself, and maybe it would be the last.

Only the big red robe can make him think of doing it.

Sigu Sword is not worthy, Ye Liuyun is not worthy.

Dongyi City is not worthy, and Northern Qi ......

Nor is it worthy of !!

"I'm just an ordinary person. ”

The emperor said proudly.

How many top masters can really be ordinary?

Who can fight him?

"Don't worry. ”

The emperor raised his domineering to the limit, striking while the iron was hot, beating the confidence of the red-robed man, "After you die, I will bury your relatives and friends next to you, so that you will not be lonely." ”

The emperor could even imagine that beside the tombstone of the red-robed man, lonely little yellow flowers had grown, wild grasses were overgrown, and insects and ants were mixed.

Dilapidated, decadent, desolate.

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.........

"Strategically despise the opponent and tactically value the opponent. ”

"The enemies are all paper tigers. ”

The emperor was very obedient, and he always remembered these two sentences.

However, this time he was wrong.

He saw the red-robed man raise his head, and a needle seemed to be hidden in his eyes again, flickering and dimming with the candlelight.

He seemed to have suddenly regained his heart.

What drove him to keep trying to survive?

Is it swordsmanship, is it confidence, is it luck?

What the blind man said to the red-robed man had always been wrong, but this time he was also wrong.

It's love!

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"You can't die!" Little Finger's dying smile still flashed in front of his eyes.

"I'll wait for you to come back!" the ring finger said gently, and a hint of sweetness welled up in his heart.

"Why can't green leaves become red flowers?" the blind man's cold voice entered his ears.

yes, he can't die yet!

There is still a touch of eyebrows waiting for him in the distance!

The lips that are as fragrant as chrysanthemums still need him to dot them.

She is slender and gentle.

Her passion is so strong that she can devour each other in the flames of love!

He couldn't die yet, he was going to live to see her, and to see her eyes as clear as moonlight one more time.

One time is enough, just one look!

The black rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is getting more and more urgent.

The rain was beating against the window, but it couldn't knock on the incomparably strong heart of the red-robed man!

There is no weakness in his heart!

The woman who tugged at his heartstrings made him lose his weakness in an instant!

The sword whispered in its sheath, and once again his hand gripped the hilt tightly, nothing could separate them!

He and she, still, the hand and the hilt of the sword .......

This kind of power, this kind of belief, the emperor will never understand.

He never remembered love, he didn't love, he buried his love with his own hands......

A thunderclap rang out at the head.

Lightning and thunder are roaring, wind and rain are howling.

There seems to be a state of confusion in the study, as if sleeping in a big dream, about to wake up before waking up, a blank, a chaos.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed!

Like a roar, like a lightning flash, like a raging wind, like a great wave.

Murderous, murderous!

In a moment, how long?

How many moments are there in the time of one breath?

Dust flew away at the snap of a finger and turned to dust in an instant.

Like a white horse passing through the gap, a glance for ten thousand years!

The two raised their hands at the same time, and the world seemed to be pierced by a bolt of lightning.

That moment illuminated the dark world, broke through the chaos, and blew no trace of the rain cloud.

The rain stopped, and it was the dead of night.

Only the sound of bamboo waves in the distance with the wind gently echoed in the night sky.

The guards outside Chen Yuan were still impregnable, and it seemed that not even a single fly could fly in.

Just because flies can't fly in doesn't mean shadows can't get in.

None of them noticed the man as the shadows swept past the armored guards.

I didn't notice that a shocking news had reached Chen Yuan.

"His Majesty died. ”

After leaving four words, the shadow drifted away.

Only an old man was left there, and the old man was in a wheelchair.

The rain stopped, the hot flashes spread from the ground, and the air was unusually muggy.

But the old man's leg was still covered with a thick blanket.

After hearing the shadow's words, the old man's brows stretched, and he only felt that the blood in his chest was surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

He suddenly felt empty.

He hated the emperor.

He fell in love with a woman.

But the emperor took her.

He hates!

When the emperor's hands were stained with the blood of this woman, he could only watch from the sidelines, numbly.

The emperor took over the woman's wealth, and he could only continue to take care of it.

He hates himself!

When the Dongyi woman was embraced by the emperor, she only left a trace of melancholy for him.

He began to resent!

From that moment on, the old man lost himself.

In addition to hatred, he learned for the first time that there are more terrible feelings in the world than hatred.

That's ruined miè!

He wanted to ruin Miè that man.

But this feeling makes him want to destroy Miè himself and the world.

Emperor Qing is dead, the world is in chaos, and lives are ruined!

He never thought of his own fault, because he felt that he was not wrong at all.

It's all that man who is wrong!

But......

What if you ruin miè?

What about life and what about death?

He seemed to suddenly understand something, and after the revenge, there was no trace of pleasure, but he fell into endless pain.

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The moon is in the sky.

The moon is as halo as the wind, and the moon is as bright as silk.

The old man touched his broken leg and suddenly laughed.

Laughing and laughing, he gradually cried silently.

"Your Majesty! The old slave is loyal to you!"

The old man's hoarse cry resounded throughout Chen Yuan.

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Yu Qing in March of the fifth year

His Majesty died and the Queen Mother died

At the same time, Pingping died in Chen Yuan

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Who ascended the throne?

Who will come to the fore?

Who will stand at the pinnacle of martial arts?

What was the cause of the emperor's death?

It's not that important, it's important to be alive.

When tens of thousands of meteors streaked across the sky.

When you look up, you can still see the morning stars.

The sky doesn't lose color because of the fall of these meteors.

Why ask, why think, where do those meteors fall?