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The sunset of blood sè reflects the sky. The martial artists of the entire Qingxia Sect either went to cultivate or went to rest.

The whole mountaintop, which was still bustling before, was quiet and empty.

Walking quietly on the road down the mountain, he was not in a hurry to return anywhere. At this point, there is not much difference between day and night.

Quiet, now he likes the most, is tranquility.

"Brother Night. Tonight, let's get drunk once..."

Ahead, a figure stood silently, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

This man used to be mighty during the day. The law incarnates endless thunder and lightning, punishing the brave of the wind. It has become the object of worship of the younger generation.

He used to be the head of the four kings of the younger generation of Qingxia Sect. Now he is one of the four emperors.

He's called, Cold Wind.

Looking at this person standing there, it seems that he has become one with his surroundings. Cangye was slightly stunned.

Let's get drunk once...

When he came into this world, he drank alcohol, but very little. The system of a warrior, he is very difficult to get drunk. And wine, he doesn't have much of a liking. So if he could drink it, he would like tea. And not wine.

But this time, after hearing Leng Feng's invitation, he really wanted to drink and get drunk once.

"Please lead the way, Senior Brother Leng. ”

The face is sè, still calm. Or even cold.

In the face of such a bright night, the cold wind just sighed slightly. Then he turned around and flew towards an ornate pavilion in the mountains.

Feeling the inseparable existence behind him, feeling his lonely aura. I don't know why, there was a trace of regret in Leng Feng's heart. In the past, how happy the night was, although it had a great talent, but it gave people the feeling that there was only harmony and harmony, where it was like today, so cold, so lonely.

Once he was young and honorable, and when he was at his peak, he was the enemy of all worlds. But in the end, he still came over and reached the peak of glory in the mortal realm in the sea of blood and endless bones in the sword mountain.

However, it is such a supreme existence that deserves countless tributes and hundreds of billions of admiration. But it has become the mō image it is today.

Early birth. The former high-spirited has become lonely and lonely.

Love, it really hurts...

The two of them soon came to the top of the glorious pavilion.

Jumped down and went directly to the top position.

Look at the mark that slightly overlaps with the memory. Looking at the familiar few people gathered around the table. Suddenly, Cangye seemed to have returned to five years ago, after that big competition, several people drank tea here and talked about the scene of life.

Before you know it, five years have passed.

At that time, I was young. And now, although still the body of youth. But in my heart, I have already experienced vicissitudes.

Seeing the night come. Those present all stood up. They all gave up their seats to the night.

Now he is no longer the smiling and humble little junior brother he was five years ago. Even if there is no matter of the feather spirit, even if he is still the same as before, even if he has not changed at all. But the hearts of the people have changed.

World War I four years ago. The news about the night did not come out at all. But it doesn't mean that they, the core disciples of Qingxia, don't know.

World War I, the myth of wielding the sword. The shock is incomparable, and it can be called the strongest existence between heaven and earth, within the mortal realm.

Even at that time, the night was with the help of the power of the sect's holy relics. But that pinnacle is for this warrior who has transcended mythology. A hundred years, ten years, or even a long time later, it will definitely come again.

This is a great man, although never said it in his mouth. But in the hearts of the people, they have always worshipped.

Sitting around the round table, I don't know where the cold wind is coming from. It's just swaggering in the center.

This is Mingxiang Building. It is a place to taste tea. In the past, they only dared to taste tea here. But time has passed, and five years ago, only Leng Feng was the king, but now there are five people who have achieved supreme spirit emperors. And the others, all of them have reached the supreme state.

Even if you drink alcohol here, it's not a big deal.

Everyone sealed the aura. Drink to your heart's content.

If it's a regular drink. Or it is useless for the existence of these ròu bodies that have all reached the supreme level. However, the sake brought by the cold wind seems to be brewed in a special way.

After a hundred cups, even with the strong body of Cangye, he actually felt a trace of drunkenness.

And those geniuses around him were already drunk.

Feng Tianya, who usually pays the most attention to image, has also launched a drunken madness there at this moment.

Everyone, in fact, is venting the sadness in their hearts and the grievances in their hearts by getting drunk.

looked at these senior brothers who were crying and laughing, and listened to them tell their grievances and sadness. Look at the strong mō look like they have cried.

Unconsciously, there was a trace of tears in the night.

He understands and understands the appearance of the people.

They want to use the way of martial artists to extricate themselves, so that they can understand that after the great sorrow and grievances, after getting drunk, they will all turn into dust!

When the cold wind was the last to fall, the night was still there drinking softly. Slowly starting, walking to the window, looking at the silent moon sè. Thinking about the happy times that I had with her in the past.

Hún drank it all with tears in his eyes.

The vicissitudes of the moon, luànmí vast. Turbid wine and tears, where desolate but hesitant. Four years have passed, memories need to be forgotten, hands are difficult to hold, if there is ever in the ...

Thank you. My wound hurts. The pain was unbearable. But I'm not going to break down. I still have dreams, I still have thoughts. I also want her to come back!

I will break all the shackles, I will go back to the past, take her hand, and not let her go...

Left alone.

Five days later, in the big final, the night did not appear, and no one knew where he went.

In this way, Dabi came to an end. In the final finals, the cold wind unsurprisingly suppressed the moon scars. defended his title of the first emperor among the four emperors today.

Or in the eyes of the young disciples, this Dabi number one is the first disciple of the one hundred and thirty-fourth generation of the Qingxia Sect. But those real core disciples know that the first is only the first in Dabi...

Stroll above the ancient city of Mandala. The night faintly looked at all these quaint buildings around him.

When he remembered that he had been with Yu Ling, he forcibly sealed all these precious fragments in the depths of his mind.

Four years have passed, and memories need to be forgotten.

Four years have passed, and it is time to forget. He himself understands that if he can't forget, then there is no hope for the peak of this life. Today's peak is no longer his dream, but his persistence in this life!

He needs one day, beyond his own achievements, to reverse the time and space of reincarnation, trace the origin of time, return to the last moment, take her hand, and never let her leave...

The ancient city of Mandala. It's not obscure, it's just the opposite, it's one of the three most famous cities in the entire rain curtain world.

Because here, it is only a hundred miles away from the Luàn Magic Valley.

Naturally, the night is not to enjoy the exotic scenery. He has come to collect his former debts.

Cangye doesn't have such a big xiōng bosom, he can't tolerate the enemy. Anyone who hurt him, he remembers. He won't let them live an easy life. He will choose, revenge!

The passing of the feather spirit, all the people who have participated, Cangye does not want to let go. Or for their sect, Cangye will not be eradicated and will not be implicated. He's not that murderous. But those who are directly involved will not let go of any of them.

In fact, after drinking that day, Cangye did not leave directly. Instead, he returned to the mountain behind the twilight, where he had been in retreat for four years. There, the night sealed away all memories.

Of course, this seal is not a complete denial, but these memories are engraved in the deepest part of the soul. He is reluctant to forget, but when he thinks about it often, it will make him hopeless in this life. Therefore, in the end, he chose to engrave this most precious beauty, the town seal, in the depths of his heart.

Waiting for a certain day, when he is tired, when he is desperate, when he hesitates, these memories will become the deepest treasure for him to overcome all difficulties.

Wandering in the ancient city of Mandala for a long time. Cangye finally discovered the location where the Primal Demon Sect was stationed here. Without the slightest hesitation, I walked directly into the golden giant attic.

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