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Sword swing.

The sword body is shining, the sword qi is clear, the sword wind is swinging, the sword intent is fluttering, and the sword light is shining.

The sword light turned into ripples, ripples in the sunset, indescribably charming, enchanting, and gorgeous, as if she was a quiet, gentle, and amorous lady, an indescribable ecstasy, and an understanding person.

The sword light was already gently stirring, and the corners of Nu Hua's mouth became more sneering, and he said, "The spear god is lifeless? ”

The sword light was already gently stirring, floating and waving like a light smoke, every muscle, blood vessel, and nerve on his body had been completely moved, he simply closed his eyes and said, "I'm still alive." ”

The sword light was already gently stirring, Yang Qing gritted her teeth, the clothes on her body were completely soaked, and the heart in her stomach was also beating violently, as if she was about to jump out of her voice at any time, she said, "Why did you close your eyes, are you asleep?" ”

Wusheng slowly opened his eyes, and there was a touch of joy and joy in his eyes, and said, "I'm still alive, your sword is good, do you have any reputation?" ”

Nu Hua said: "This sword is called Yaochi Lianlian, how about it, are you not good?" ”

Wusheng said: "Although my body is seriously injured and has just recovered, it is not false, you can come more violently." ”

The smile on Nu Hua's face suddenly stiffened, and the green tendons on her forehead were already shaking, and she said, "You ......." ”

Wusheng said: "You can, I'll wait for you." ”

His body and soul seemed to be completely intoxicated by the sword light, and he was also enjoying the slightest stimulation and pleasure.

His eyes suddenly poked at the slave flower like a spear, and said, "Are you a soft egg?" ”

Nuhua gritted her teeth and said, "This is what you want, don't blame me." ”

Wusheng nodded and said, "I hope you're not a soft egg." ”

Yang Qing's eyes were already twitching, and she said, "You are a madman." ”

As she spoke, her person suddenly swept up and fell two feet away, but she had already noticed an extra cut on her shoulder, and she said, "You madman who doesn't want to die." ”

Wusheng was silent, already sighing, staring at the slave flower.

The slave flower gritted her teeth and danced the sword, the sword wind swayed, the sword machine was fierce, the sword light really changed, the sword wind rolled up gusts of cold wind, rolling towards lifeless, unspeakable resentment, resentment, resentment, as if she was a resentful woman without love, passion, and feelings, and unspeakable grievances and grievances.

The smile in Wusheng's eyes became even stronger, and he said, "This sword is not bad, what's the name?" ”

As he spoke, his body twitched slightly, and the joy and joy in his eyes twitched slightly.

Nu Hua gritted her teeth, the cold sweat on her forehead had rolled down, and said, "Qiong Feng is long, you should die under this trick, right?" ”

The lifeless body floated, already sighing, and said, "You're not a soft egg now, but you're ......." ”

Nu Hua said: "What is it?" ”

Wusheng said: "You are stupid. ”

The corner of Nuhua's forehead was more cold sweat, and he said, "You ......." ”

Wusheng said: "You still have a trick to the cold wind, why don't you use it?" ”

Nu Hua said: "How do you know that the cold wind is blowing?" ”

Wusheng said: "The cold wind of the sword slave flower is well-known in the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to know it. ”

Nu Hua said: "You have to watch it, you should be a ghost and get your wish." ”

Wusheng said: "I hope your cold wind is not a soft egg." ”

Nuhua's nose kept gasping, as if she was about to go crazy.

Gritting his teeth and volleying in the air, the sword was already dancing, and the people were dancing, and no one could tell whether he was dancing the sword or the sword was dancing him.

The sword intent is fluttering, the sword wind is swinging, and there is a "whirring" sound, and suddenly there is no trace of coldness, but it becomes cold, unspeakably overly resentful, excessively resentful, excessively resentful, as if there is nothing left of the poisonous woman, unspeakably vicious, vicious.

Nu Hua said: "Are you dead?" ”

The lifeless eyes suddenly became indescribably excited and excited, and his body was already fluttering with excessive excitement and excitement, and no one could tell whether it was a person or a ghost.

He stared at and poked the slave flower like a spear in his eyes, and said, "You have to hold on, hold on for an hour, and I will die." ”

Nuhua gritted her teeth, and the green tendons in her forehead suddenly trembled, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out and sprayed on the blade of the sword, and the blade suddenly turned blood red.

The sword light suddenly dyed blood red, and everything suddenly turned blood red.

Suddenly there was only blood red in the world, and blood red was mysterious, weird, and demonic.

Nuhua screamed and laughed, "I know you're still not going to die, so I'm still going to make one last move, bloody and windy." ”

As he spoke, his man and sword suddenly turned into a bloody wind and drifted towards Wusheng, as if she was a tortured and painful demon woman in hell, an indescribable demon spirit.

Wusheng slowly retracted the gun, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The demonic aura disappeared suddenly, the blood wind stopped, and the blood light disappeared.

The slave flower suddenly fell, motionless.

The blood-red sword, the blood-red body, everything is blood-red, and no one can tell which one is a sword and which one is a messy body.

The cloak flutters slowly in the wind.

Blood dripped and the tip of the gun rolled down.

There was a sudden dead silence between heaven and earth, and gusts of cold wind drifted by, and it was indescribably extremely cold and lonely.

Hundreds of Persian bald giant slaves fell like stakes, and dozens of them fell, and they couldn't stand up when they fell, and they could never stand up, and there was no expression on their cold faces, nothing, what they were like in life, and what they were like after death.

When they fell, they didn't wrinkle the corners of their eyes, they didn't scream, they lost their lives, as if they were really stakes, lifeless stakes.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, his eyes slowly becoming hollow, without a trace of emotion, poking into the distance like a spear.

It was pitch black in the distance, a desperate, crumbling darkness.

He slowly stretched out his arm, and Yang Qing suddenly jumped in.

She closed her eyes, unwilling to open them again, and said, "He's dead?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "He has good skills, it shouldn't be a problem to go to Taihu Lake to compete for hegemony as a chief scoop." ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "With such good skills, why is it called a slave flower in Wanhualou?" ”

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qing said: "His swordsmanship is terrifying. ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "Yao Chi ripples, Qiong wind is long, cold wind is rippling, blood wind is dignified, is his swordsmanship only these four moves?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "When he used the ripples of Yao Chi, why did you close your eyes?" ”

Silent, slowly closed his eyes.

He seemed to be savoring the excitement and pleasure of those swords.

Yang Qing said: "When he made the blood wind cold, why couldn't he tell which one was the sword at all?" Which is the person? ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing stroked his chest and smiled sweetly: "You just tell me a little bit, okay?" ”

Silent and sighing.

Yang Qing said: "Just tell me, if you don't tell me, I'll ......." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "I'll take off my clothes now." ”

Wusheng said: "Okay, you ask." ”

Yang Qing said with a smile: "When he made the blood light cold, why couldn't he see his man and sword clearly? ”

Wusheng said: "His man and the sword have become one, the sword is the man, and the man is the sword." ”

"When he used that sword, why did the whole person become a blur of flesh and blood?"

"Because it's a blood sacrifice."

"Why blood sacrifices?"

"Because he wanted to use that sword, but he didn't cultivate to control that sword, so he wanted a blood sacrifice."

Yang Qing nodded and said, "I know, he doesn't have the ability to use that sword, and if he wants to use that sword, he will have to pay a certain price." ”

Wusheng nodded.

Yang Qing said: "But the price behind that sword is too great. ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "Is it worth it?" ”

Wusheng said: "It's worth it." ”

Yang Qing said: "Is it ...... to lose your life for that sword?" ”

Wusheng said: "His cultivation can only be swept with cold light, maybe he will not be able to improve that kind of cultivation in this life, but he is too obsessed with that sword." ”

Yang Qing said: "He can use that sword, and he can use the cold light to deal with you." ”

Wusheng said: "Yes, but he won't need an hour, and he still can't cultivate enough." ”

Yang Qing said: "Do you want to say that he has wanted to use that sword for a long time?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes, he just didn't meet the right person. ”

Yang Qing said: "In this way, he can't achieve the cultivation of using that sword?" ”

Wusheng said: "No, he can devote himself to penance, and he can use that sword in less than thirty years." ”

Yang Qing was startled and said, "Thirty years? ”

Wusheng said: "And to be sincere, his heart must be sincere to penance." ”

Yang Qing said: "What's the fun of such a life, isn't it in vain?" ”

Speechless, already sighing.

A person can't live just for fun, because there are many moving and attractive ideals, with ideals there are goals, with goals there is struggle, with struggle there is no loneliness and emptiness, and at the same time there is no time to be lonely and empty.

Most of the struggles are lonely and painful, and the harvest may be really extremely small, extremely bleak, and have to endure a lot of unhappiness, but if you go to calm down and savor those small gains, you will feel extremely sweet, a kind of sweetness of victory.

That sweetness may be sweeter than the water dug out of the desert.

Yang Qing said: "But that sword didn't hurt you?" ”

Without a word, he walked towards the gate of the palace.

Yang Qing was startled again and said, "What are you going to do?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "You don't want to go in, do you?" ”

Silent, standing seven feet above the door like a stone statue, its hollow eyes staring and poking at the door like spearheads, as if trying to poke it through alive.

Yang Qing's tongue was already twitching, and he said, "You can't go in, it's not a good place to go." ”

Speechless, already sighing.

The door opened suddenly, not open, but moved in both directions.

This turned out to be a sliding door.

The door opened and a woman stepped out.

.......。