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Wu Liuyi stood tall on the top of the glazed gold, looking coldly at the old man who was dragging the knife wind and walking. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It turns out that this old man's name is called Foolishness.

Crazy and stupid, either a master who turns all beings upside down, or an ordinary life who is useless. And this old man who smiled strangely in the sword wind and murderous aura belonged to the former.

He looked at Wu Liuyi stupidly, looked up to the sky and said with a smile: "The little sixth son of the Inner Servant Mansion actually remembers the old man, but it's a pity that the old man has another old man's unjust soul under this shocking knife!"

Before the words fell, the sword wind was pressing, and the sword shadow was surging, setting off a boundless murderous aura like a sea and a mountain swept towards Wu Liuyi.

The sea of bitterness is immeasurable!

The shadow of the knife is a mountain, and the suffering is reclaimed. The knife seems to be ethereal and light, but it hides a huge and incomparable killing array, like a boundless net cast towards Wu Liuyi, who is standing alone by the sea and mountains.

Wu Liuyi felt the loneliness and fear that he had never felt before, it was a lonely life standing between the sea and the sky, and he had an epiphany of loneliness and fear like a feather in the stormy waves.

Despite the loneliness and fear, Wu Liuyi instinctively ejected out, he wanted to escape from the mountains and seas that were about to disappear, and the boundless net of killing.

Looking at Wu Liuyi stupidly, he raised his head gently, looked up at the rolling sky, his long eyebrows were uproaring, he danced without wind, and sighed softly: "Old man Sumeru, the number of qi of the free faction can only be today!"

Before his words fell, he heard a muffled thunder behind the dense clouds, and a cloud of ink rolled and rushed down. A moment later, the ink cloud turned into a huge palm that had been covering the sky and the sun, wrapped in the momentum of wind and thunder, as if it wanted to cleanse the whole world into a flat river in an instant.

"Sneer......" The mad sneered, and with the slight twisting of his body, the blade was already gracefully forming an arc of shadow floating light, cascading towards the high heavens, and instantly merged with the roaring cloud palm.

The cloud palm, which had suddenly encountered interception, struggled like a beast in a trap, but it was powerless to resist the momentum of gradual erosion in the arc of light.

The smile on the corner of the crazy man's mouth was even colder, and the arm holding the knife was lightly raised, and the blade trembled out of an arc, and the cloud palm was quickly dispersed like a wisp of green smoke in the wind.

In an instant, the wind was light. A pale figure fell from the clouds, and the ordinary face was full of fear and despair at the moment.

The madman still looked up at the sky, and his brows were gloomy with a cloud of compassion, which turned into a pale golden deep sea, rolling towards the falling Wu Liuyi.

"The sea of bitterness is endless, the soul is ecstatic, the free faction is gone!"

The madman muttered to himself, but this mosquito-like whisper filled the heavens and the earth.

Wu Liuyi's slightly old and bloated face was slowly flowing with two lines of tears. No one in this world can describe the appearance of the Grim Reaper, for after the body is ashen and the soul is gone, he will live forever with the Grim Reaper.

Wu Liuyi saw the power of the Grim Reaper. It was a power that surpassed all the forces he had ever seen in his life, and he suddenly felt inexplicable sorrow, and he had spent his whole life diligently seeking it, but like an ignorant ant, he was dying day and night, how humble. But the Lang Lang Qiankun around him gave birth to an inexplicable attachment, because it was fleeting, so there was attachment.

"Sanctification, sanctification, sanctification......"

The water flowed even more in his cheeks.

A small, gray figure stumbled out of a hole in the roof and landed awkwardly on a cornice at the edge of the roof. It was a milky stone cornice carved with a hideous beast, stretched out abruptly, like an unsheathed sword.

The appearance of this thin figure surprised the madman, and his originally high and outstretched arms stagnated slightly.

It was a thin and withered young man, with an indifferent expression, and his pair was bright and clear and full of fearlessness.

The madman thought it was a funny boy because he was in a place where a child should not be there.

He stretched out his withered and long five fingers and gently pinched them in the air to stop Wu Liuyi's fall.

Wu Liuyi, in despair, caught a glimpse of Ye Qianzhong standing in the wind, and the despair in his expression was even stronger.

The madness looked at Ye Qianzhong and sighed: "This world is so unreasonable, some people become holy and transcendent just a thought, but all living beings in the world will never be able to get out of the tragic fate of living like ants!"

Ye Qianzhong set his eyes on Wu Liuyi, who was stuck in the air, and did not even leave a trace of afterglow to the smug old man not far away.

Looking at this waveless boy with no waves, he frowned slightly, and a sea crossed the still time and space, silently wandering towards the boy.

Wu Liuyi's eyes widened, but he was unable to speak and act, he didn't know what would happen to this poor child in the unfathomable sea of suffering.

Yachiju also felt something strange, because the kitten lying sleeping in the crook of his arm opened his eyes, a pair of eyes as crystal clear as jewels, and in the very center of those two gems there was a deep lake of ancient lan, quiet, deep, and undisturbed.

The moment he lowered his head, he saw himself floating on the blue lake, his long hair flying, and he walked against the wind.

He gently stroked the kitten's back, and in his warm palm, the kitten fell asleep again.

Yachishi's body had already moved, like a barracuda running towards the rough sea. In the way of a warrior who has just entered the realm of forgetfulness.

This method is somewhat clumsy in the eyes of the madness of the saints, but it cannot suppress the consternation in the eyes of the madness.

The consternation of a strong man from the depths of his heart is fear!

The madman couldn't take care of Wu Liuyi anymore, his arm bent, and a scimitar light sprinkled vividly towards Ye Qianzhong.

A blow from the Saint. The goal is an ordinary person among ordinary people.

If there is no accident, it is like a mortal who raises his hand and gently crushes an ant that is running for his life, the disparity between strength and weakness is huge, and the judgment is made. No one will remember how a man can crush an ant, and no one will care how an initiate can crush a mortal who is not capable of doing anything.

The wind rises, and the spring wrinkles a pool of spring water.

This wind is a breeze, which blows without chilling, and passes without a trace.

Everywhere the wind passed, followed by the boy chasing the wind. The weak wind rushed up against the crazy knife light, little by little, inch by inch, and actually tore a huge hole in the cold knife qi, silently, unconsciously, the young man gently bent his thin body through the lifeless knife light.

At this moment, Chinese New Year's Eve Chiju was standing quietly in front of him, a clenched fist pressed against his Kanda.

Although there was surprise in his heart, he was not afraid.

Although the saint is not invincible, he is already King Kong and is not bad, not to mention that the other party is just an ordinary person who has just entered the realm of forgetfulness?

looked at the solemn young man in front of him, and felt a little regret in his heart. Serious people are the cutest, and the appearance of this teenager reminds him of his own boyhood.

Suddenly, his eyes widened again, and he almost burst out of the request, and a pair of pupils contracted to the extreme!

A cat suddenly opened its eyes, looked at him seductively, and then slowly put a gray front foot on Yachiju's outstretched fist.

An inky black mark landed on the fist, quickly spreading out, expanding into a bewitching flower that bloomed between the fist and the body.

"Bang!" the flowers bloomed to the extreme, and they were so gorgeous that they made your heart palpitate.

Things in the world are roughly like this, and when the prosperity is over, it is boundless loneliness.

The eyes of the saints are filled with despair and emptiness, and their bodies are like kites with broken strings, floating in the ocean of their own illusions.