There is a shot falling from the sky, named Willow Top, and wrapped in green willows, wrapped in spring, exuding vitality, but it is the matter of death!

There is a sword from the bottom up, all over the green plum meaning, and then turned into a red plum, lingering red light, emitting death qi, and exercising the same thing as the god of death!

A rakshasa. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A lyre demon.

At this moment, they are all killers against each other!

Both are lovers.

Both have an Achilles heel.

As An Shizheng said, whoever finds it first will be the winner of this battle.

Without using spiritual power to cultivate, the battle situation can be developed to this point, not to mention unprecedented, it is also rare in the world.

It's just that there are not enough viewers to enjoy such a wonderful battle.

This seems to be a pity.

But for Qin Cang and An Shizheng, this battle is not the slightest regret.

Because both of them showed their minds, qi, and Tao to each other.

In the absence of interference from cultivation, this kind of mind, this kind of qi, and this kind of Tao are the purest and closest to the self.

Cruel world, under a false mask.

How many people still remember what their true self is?

I'm afraid it has already been swallowed up by the desire for fame, fortune and power.

As the third master of the Rakshasa Demon Gate, An Shizheng naturally also fell into the central whirlpool of fame, fortune and power, but in this dangerous and hearty battle with Qin Cang, he left behind many heavy burdens in the past, including years of spiritual cultivation, making him return to his true self in this moment of life and death, like a new life.

Is it about to die after being born?

An Shizheng didn't know.

All he knew was that he hadn't been so happy in years.

It turned out that everything I was running for all day long and fighting for all day long was not as easy as throwing it all away.

An Shizheng smiled self-deprecatingly, feeling great irony.

What made him realize the irony was the Qin Demon Qin Yijian in front of him.

But what made him feel relieved was also the Qin Demon Qin Yijian.

The person he had wanted to get rid of as quickly as he had imagined was not as annoying as he had imagined, but there was something worth befriending, more than anyone he had met over the years.

Because this Qin Demon walking in the darkness is much more real than many people who seem to stand in the light.

An Shizheng's eyes began to show a look of reminiscence.

Qingyun Sword Saint, Eight Desolation Demon Venerable.

Gu Qingyun, Qin Tianqi.

The two of them may really be Taoist friends who cherished each other.

The right way, the devil's way.

Who says these two ways can't intersect?

There is white in black and black in white.

There is a demon in the right, and there is a good in the devil.

It's just that the eyes of the world hide too much filth and cover the clarity, so they stubbornly think that the crows in the world are all generally black.

Is there such a person who will clear alone when the whole world is turbid?

Is there such a person who wakes up alone when everyone is drunk?

Is such a person lucky or unlucky?

A smile appeared on An Shizheng's face again.

He didn't know the answers to these questions.

But at this moment, he really began to unload his burden and begin to be free.

All the heavy stuff is being thrown away, all being forgotten.

In a short period of time, there was only one place left in his heart.

Holds precious memories of him and the woman.

Willow Top, in fact, is not a name that evolved from the poem that has been sung through the ages.

Rather, it was because the woman he remembered used to like to climb up to the willow tree, pluck the highest wicker, put it in her mouth, and chew it like a sugar cube, and he had more than once exhorted her to break this bad habit, but she could not break it. So later, he also developed this habit, accompanying him to climb on the willow tree, touch the willow tops, chew the willow in his mouth, watch the sunrise together, watch the sunset together, look at the moon together, look at the stars together, and see too many things together.

The same thing, repeated day and night, no matter how attractive it is, becomes boring.

But because of her, he didn't find it boring.

It's a pity that he didn't have such a prominent identity and such a strong strength at that time, on the other hand, her family background was more than a step higher than him, so she was later married by her parents to a disciple of a big sect, married away from home, and did not fall into his arms.

The most lamentable thing in this world is not that he has never met, but that a man meets the woman he wants to take care of most for his life in the most powerless thing he can.

Even if she later soared, she had already married away from home and married a wife.

In fact, after An Shizheng became Uncle Zhong's apprentice and achieved a certain status in the Rakshasa Demon Sect, he went to look for her, and when he arrived at the sect where the disciple was, his cultivation was not weak at that time, so the so-called big sect was also a second- or third-rate commodity in his eyes, and it was far from the original feeling.

At that time, his goal was to destroy that sect and take her away.

But when he really saw her, and when he saw her holding a child and walking in the courtyard with her husband, his heart was pierced, but he couldn't bear to disturb her peaceful life.

So he left, no longer thinking about her, but going farther and farther on the demon path.

It wasn't until the moment he was about to feel relief that he thought of her again.

It seems close.

It seems far away.

Close to the heart.

Far from the world.

The moon will still rise at the head of the willow at a certain time.

But people may not meet after dusk.

It turns out that there is still no real liberation.

In that case, let's look forward to seeing her again in the next life.

When Qin Cang's sword pierced his heart, An Shizheng was still laughing.

There is no hypocrisy in the laughter, only sincerity.

When he was dying, he glanced at the willow tip with the spear head running through Qin Cang's right shoulder, his eyes were full of nostalgia, but there was no reluctance.

When a person is really looking forward to the next life, everything in this life will be a passing moment for him.

Including this gun.

An Shizheng's heart was bleeding, and he no longer had the strength to say another word.

But Qin Cang understood the meaning in the eyes he looked at him.

He said, "I'll leave it to you." ”

"Hmm. ”

There was no excessive response, just a short word.

Qin Cangmu sent An Shizheng to fall to the ground from the wicker, and immediately unsealed the realm, and the spiritual power in his body flowed, forcing the willow head out of the body, holding the tail of the spear with one hand, staring at the bloodstains on the diamond-shaped spear head.

Suddenly, he suddenly snorted, his throat rolled, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Blood spilled, he gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and the Shennong blood veins in his body flowed, and began to repair the injury.

"You can hurt me to this extent without using your spiritual power, no matter what happened before, at this moment, your people and your guns are worthy of my respect. ”

As Qin Cang was muttering to himself, he suddenly heard the sound of a strong wind whistling not far from beside him, and it was Chu Zhongkuo who was holding Uncle Zhong's head in one hand and rushed from the void farther away.

Glancing at him indifferently, Qin Cang immediately said, "Your movements are slower than I thought. ”

Chu Zhong Kuo said with a smile: "I played with him for a while, and after that, how to deal with their bodies next." ”

Qin Cang said: "Uncle Zhong's cremation, as for An Shizheng, a thick burial!"

"Thick burial?" Chu Zhongkuo said in surprise, obviously puzzled.

Qin Cang didn't say anything more, but his attitude was self-evident.

"Understood, what are we going to do with the body?"

"Disguise yourself as them and infiltrate the Demon Gate Martial Arts. ”

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