The cough seemed to be coming from deeper down the back alley. Is it a beggar or a vagabond? The two Dumu Qinglong brothers are not sure. But no matter who it was, since he might hear the words of the two of them, he could only be sorry for him! The idea was made, and Dumu Qinglong and Dumu Qingluo walked cautiously towards the place where the cough sounded.

The back alley is narrow, but it is deep and winding. The two of them turned a corner, and there was an even dirtier place ahead. In the midst of the sewage everywhere, there lies a person who does not know life and death. He was covered in wounds, and his green shirt was covered with blood stains, and he could barely see what he looked like.

The two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Dumu Qingluo said: "Brother, look at ......" Dumu Qinglong waved his hand: "Qingluo, this person doesn't know if he lives or dies, don't pay too much attention to it, let's go back!" Dumu Qingluo nodded and was about to turn around. The man on the ground coughed a few more times and moaned lowly, "Water...... Water ......" This voice is extremely faint and vague, if it weren't for the two of them who have practiced good hearing in the deep mountains and old forests since childhood, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to hear it.

The Dumu Qinglong couldn't help but stop, remembering that when his two brothers were thrown from the boat, they were also lying in the muddy water like him. If it weren't for the kind people passing by who gave me a few sips of water to drink, I am afraid that I would have made two dry bones on the river beach a long time ago. Thinking of this, the single tree Qinglong took off the water bladder on his waist and turned back. Squatted down next to the man, wiped the stains off his face with his sleeve, and pulled the water bladder over.

The man gulped down, perhaps in a hurry, and choked on several coughs. "Brother. Dumu Qingluo also walked over. The man had opened his eyes, his eyes confused and empty, and he said softly, "Much...... Thank you!" Dumu Qinglong said: "You're welcome. Just as he was about to get up, he couldn't help but ask: "This brother, how did you end up in such a bad situation?"

"How...... How can this be?" the man muttered twice, "Isn't it right that I ended up like this?" Dumu Qinglong said, "Listen to this, my brother is born without love?" "What is the meaning of being alive to me?" The man's eyes looked at the sky, and his words were weak.

Dumu Qingluo couldn't help it anymore, and stepped forward and pointed angrily: "Grandma's! Look at your cowardice! My brother shouldn't have saved you!" "Qingluo," Dumu Qinglong grabbed him, "Forget it, everyone has their own ambitions." Dumu Qingluo was still puzzled: "People like this, when they meet someone on the road who is in a good mood, they will take a sip of it, and if they are in a bad mood, they will kill it with a knife." It's a waste to keep it anyway!"

"What did you say?" the man suddenly turned his head to look at Dumu Qingluo, his eyes bright. "What's wrong? Am I wrong?" Dumu Qingluo took a few steps forward, "If you don't want to die, stand up for me, if you really want to die, why did you cry out for help just now?"

"Hahahaha......" the man laughed, "yes, yes, yes, why don't you ......live, why don't you live, why do you want to live?"

Dumu Qinglong said: "Since this brother has no intention of dying in his heart, why should he force any reason?" Dumu Qingluo said again: "By the way, if you really ask me why I am alive, it is for the responsibility I bear! Before the responsibility is over, how can I dare to die easily?" Dumu Qinglong couldn't help but sigh when he heard this: "Yes! Responsibility, wishes, are all reasons to live." And that's what life is for, isn't that?"

Duty, wish, the two lights in the man's eyes flickered alternately. Finally, he slowly spoke: "In Xia Suo Yinyu, thank you two for saving your life today, and saving your heart!" "Suo Yinyu?" Dumu Qinglong and Dumu Qingluo couldn't help but be stunned, they were not unfamiliar with this name. Dumu Qingluo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and Dumu Qinglong dragged him down: "Qingluo, at the same time, the end of the world has fallen into people, why bother him?" A sentence made Dumu Qingluo can't help but think of the hardships and hardships along the way, and his clenched fists are released.

"What's wrong with the two of you?" Suo Yinyu couldn't help but ask when she saw the two of them looking different. Dumu Qinglong straightened his expression: "Brother Suo may not know us, but we have admired Brother Suo for a long time!" "How can you say it?" Suo Yinyu said strangely. "Under Dumu Qinglong," Dumu Qinglong pointed to Dumu Qingluo beside him, "This is Dumu Qingluo." "From the Dumu Village?" Suo Yinyu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "The end of the world has fallen, what is the Red Snow City, and what is the Dumu Village?" "Hahahaha," the Dumu Qinglong couldn't help laughing, "It's all right, it's true!"

"It seems that you have made up your mind!" Gu Yang walked from the alley, very relieved. "Thank you seniors for saving your life last time!" Suo Yinyu smiled forcefully. Gu Yang did not avoid filth, and stepped forward to input a true qi for him to help him heal. Dumu Qingluo fanned his nose and said, "I said everyone, let's talk in a different place." "What do you change? down-and-out ghosts, homeless people, garbage alleys, don't they just match?" Suo Yinyu laughed at himself. "Haha......" several people laughed in unison.

Shenxi Flower Sea.

The technique of channeling souls into the body in the wooden house has reached a critical juncture, and the wind is looking at the nose and nose and sitting quietly outside the door. Suddenly a dark cloud drifted across the clear sky, and the wind became cold and urgent. The wind was in a state of flux, and secretly guarded. A gust of wind blew, the sea of flowers rippled, and a few petals blew up and blew in front of the wind.

The breath of the wind suddenly sank, and the petals suddenly fell apart. After the petals, a palm has struck in front of you. The wind does not move, the left palm is a square, and the right palm is cut out like a knife. The attacker misses the blow and drifts back like a leaf in the wind. "Who's coming?" said Tempest, not opening his eyes, and asked in a cold voice.

The visitor did not reply, but floated into the air by the force of the wind, observing the gatekeepers below. The wind pinched the orchid fingers with both hands, and the true yuan moved, catching the traces of the introvert. "Kill!" the man in the air raised his hands, and several leaves shot out like knives and arrows.

The wind listened to the wind and discerned the position, waving his hands continuously, and he had grasped the leaves in his hands. "Boom!" sneered from someone in the air. When the wind sensed something was wrong and let go, the leaves exploded, and thin debris slammed into her shoulders. The wind snorted in pain, blood flowed from his shoulders, and his eyes opened, flashing with lightning.

"Go!" the visitor shouted angrily and struck out with a condescending palm. Seeing that the person who came was dressed in green, his skin was blue, and his eyes were also blue, he was stunned: "Aoki Holy Sect?" The person who came seemed to be stunned for a moment, but the palm that came out was still ruthless. "Good time!" said the wind popped out a finger, pointing to the wind right in the palm of the man's hand.

The person who came was shocked and retreated, and his palm was already oozing blood. The wind slowly got up, and his hands flicked slightly: "It's too late to withdraw now." "Heh!" the visitor smiled coldly and stood still, the leaves in his hands faintly appearing. "Are you going to get entangled to the end?" said Wind's voice. The visitor shook his head and said nothing, his hands suddenly raised, and the leaves shot out.

The wind swept a circle with one hand, and the leaves suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then fell to the ground one after another. "Show your blade!" Tempest grabbed his right hand, and a scimitar appeared in his hand. "Do you use a knife?" the visitor also grabbed in the wind, and a lancet appeared. The wind scimitar pointed at the person who came: "The name of the knife is Xiaoyue, the wind of the sea of flowers in the sinking stream, please advise!"

The people who came were stunned, this is an ancient rite from a long time ago. In his impression, only the Five Directions Holy Sect, the Hidden World Sect and the Inheritance Gate will still fight each other before this ancient ceremony, what is the origin of this woman? But since the other party saluted, he would not be rude, and at the moment he also pointed the lancet at the wind: "The name of the knife is broken leaves, and the Aoki Holy Sect is endless, please give advice!"

"Please!" "Please!" both sides slashed at the same time. One is like the dawn moon in the sky, and the other is like the wind of broken leaves, and the same is slaughtering. "The moon is high, what a bright light!" the wind chanted softly, and the scimitar of the moon swayed in the wind, like the cold light of the moonlight, enveloping the earth.

"Like the wind of scissors!" "Endless blade crushing knife swings, the knife wind is like a scissor, cutting the cold light into fine light and shadow. "The dawn of the sky, what a few!" The momentum of the wind knife changed, like a small figure of the dawn of the sky. "Because of the wind to make snow!" The knife momentum also changes, as slow as the wind flutters, covering the entire artistic conception of the knife.

The sword in Tempest's hand couldn't help but stop, and his eyes scanned around like a falcon, looking for traces of the enemy. "The wind hits the waves!" a cold snort, and a knife struck out in the flying flotsam. The artistic conception of the knife instantly turned into a sea of waves, like the waves of the mountains coming endlessly. "Moon Shadow Streamer!" "The enemy changes, and so does the wind. The human knife is one, like the moonlight spreading on the surface of the water, undulating with the waves. If it is not there, it is everywhere.

"Not bad!" Zhan couldn't praise it, and his eyes were murderous. Zhenyuan is violently mentioned, and he has to perform a killing move. Suddenly, there was a long howl in the house, like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, and the heavens and the earth were shaken. "Retreat!" the governor could no longer do anything, and he couldn't show enough sword momentum to retract it, and he drifted away.

The door opened, and the thousand-year-old lonely soul walked out. "Master!" the wind anxiously greeted him, and when he saw the thousand-year-old lonely soul nodding, he hurriedly entered the house to see the heavenly wind. "Endless exhibitions?" the thousand-year-old lonely soul looked up at the sky, "Jumang Tiangan, which hand are you playing?"

The wind is strong in the wilderness, and between the lakes and waters, the water is lit by day. After the strange man left, Ding Tian did not dare to stay in the Imperial Heavenly City for a moment, and rushed south against the wind, and came to the south of the river in a few days, between the five lakes. Behind him, several sigils followed, and new ones flew in from afar.

These were all sent by Du Yuhang, asking when and where to exchange "Thunder Ministry" for Phoenix. Ding Yanna dared to reply, once the exchange, it would be followed by a crazy pursuit by the three of them. Even if you have "Thunder" in hand, it is useless. Ding Tian kept turning all kinds of thoughts in his mind as he walked quickly.

No, then the two of them will be like maggots on tarsal bones, and they will not be able to do anything......

Wait, each of them broke through? Ding Tian stopped abruptly and brushed off the calligraphy beside him. That's right, each one is broken! Ding Tian quickly had a plan in his heart, and a book talisman was sent out casually. "Split horse, flying thunder, it's up to the two of you, who is willing to give his life for his lover!" Hahaha......" Ding Tian laughed and flew away again.

On the lakeside in the distance, Du Yuhang took the book talisman that took off, and looked at it expressionlessly. "How?" Zuo Hongju asked anxiously. Du Yuhang casually handed over the calligraphy: "White Horse Lake, the platform of lost horses." "White horse, lost horse?" Zuo Hongju frowned, and couldn't help but cast a shadow in his heart.