The chill between heaven and earth is even stronger.

The moonlight is brighter, and the dragon flower is closer.

The blood on the body had dried up, the blood was no longer flowing, and the poisonous snake was gradually disappearing.

The boundless earth, the boundless rivers and lakes, the never-ending bloodshed, the never-ending bloody road.

The bloody rivers and lakes have dried up in a moment, and it won't take long for them to be red with blood, dry, red, red, dry, endlessly, endlessly, endlessly reincarnated.

Cold, unforgiving earth, warm, soft blood.

The earth, the blood, they seem to be together at any time, they can't get rid of it, they can't part.

It seems that it has been cursed and blessed by the gods and demons, and has formed a rule, a rule that cannot be changed.

The rivers and lakes are long, and the blood falls on Xiao Xiao.

Wusheng walked forward like this, without stopping, without looking back.

Longhua followed like this, without stopping, and without looking back.

Just like that, it walks forward endlessly, and it follows endlessly.

Didn't ask when? Didn't ask where to go?

No wind, no dead leaves, no sound.

There is only a road, and it is also a blood road, and their generation of Jianghu people cannot avoid and escape the road of life.

The dead leaves on the road were damp, the fog had gradually risen between the heavens and the earth, the night had gradually darkened, and the light had crept up.

The cold, dim moonlight had faded and faded.

The dragon flower walked slower and slower, the distance became farther and farther, gradually hazy, gradually disappeared, and disappeared into invisibility.

He seems to be an elf lurking under the moonlight, a mysterious, eerie elf.

Wusheng didn't look back at him, and he didn't say a word of parting.

They seem to be a pair of enemies who are as deep as the sea, and they don't want to say more than half a word. It's like a pair of brothers who are like siblings, and they don't need to say more than half a word.

They parted, one didn't say, the other didn't ask, quietly, as if they were parting from the land at night, unwilling and unnecessary, they didn't have to say anything, but they could also express their inner emotions and thoughts.

The night disappeared into invisibility, the cold moon disappeared, but the fog was thicker, as thick as milk, indescribably mysterious and weird.

Yang Qing still had a smile on her face, an extremely sweet and cheerful smile, but her body was twitching.

Her body was damp, clinging to lifeless, like a damp dead leaf, clinging to the earth.

The chill in the night faded, but the chill remained.

Her face was obviously submerged in the mist, and the drops of mist were rolling down indiscriminately, but she never woke up, and was still tightly and firmly addicted to the dream, a sweet, cheerful dream.

But dreams will wake up sooner or later, reality will always come, which no one can change, which may be a distress and unhappiness for human beings.

Wusheng put the cloak on her body, which gradually stopped twitching, the fog on her face had disappeared, and her smile had become thicker.

If a person is alive and there are not many happy things, do not deprive him of sweet, cheerful dreams, extremely rare dreams.

Nothingness is already sighing.

The street was cold and gentle, and an old man who was on the shift lowered his head and walked swaying in the fog, indescribably tired and weak.

There were no customers in the restaurant, and the shopkeeper was still wiping the table diligently, and the fire in the room had just been lit.

The chill in the night is still there, indescribably cold and lonely.

He smiled and nodded his head in greeting.

Wusheng nodded, walked upstairs like a stone statue, and closed the door.

Keep the cold, morning fog ......, and everything out.

He flicked the fire that had not yet been extinguished, and the warmth gradually drifted out.

The smile on her face widened.

Dreams always have to wake up, just like eating, sooner or later you will be full, and when you are full, you don't want to sleep again.

What does a young girl want to see most when she opens her eyes?

Maybe it's not his dear lover, it's a silver ticket.

She opened her eyes and was groping, groping for lifelessness.

Wusheng was already in the water tank, and it seemed extremely quiet and peaceful.

Then she laughed again, and she stretched and crept closer to him, trying to scare her.

But gradually there was a change in the tank, a very strange and strange change.

The water gradually rose, slowly enveloping the lifeless.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and smiled.

"Are you taking a shower?"

Silent without life.

"Are you naked?"

Without saying a word, the water had gradually formed an ice film, and his body had become extremely blurry and hazy.

"Let me see if your ass is white."

Without saying a word, he was already breathing.

Yang Qing was silent, staring blankly, looking at this cylinder.

He seemed to be struggling and happy.

The sound of water rolling in the tank was already louder.

She was stunned, looking, she already knew that she shouldn't speak, and she couldn't say anything.

Then the door suddenly opened.

A man walked in, a vicious smile on his face.

A super ghost-headed machete in his hand chilled.

"It's just the right time to come, the gun god is lifeless, the sick god is lifeless."

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at him coldly.

"That's what you really think."

"Yes."

"You're mistaken, he's taking a shower, and he'll come out when he's done."

"You're still going to lie to the nursing child, it's useless to me."

"You'd better leave early, you'll be really unlucky if you're late."

"Do you know who I am?"

"You're not a human, you're a flower."

"Yes, it's the Demon Slayer Flower."

"You're really not afraid of him?"

The evil flower smiled, laughing indescribably vicious and vicious.

"I'm afraid it's true, but I don't need it now."

"You'd better be careful, be careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Ship."

The evil flower was silent, and the knife waved.

Sen Han's sword light flashed, and then he was suddenly stunned.

The water tank suddenly moved, not very much, but it was extremely direct, simple, and effective, just avoiding the edge of the knife.

The evil flower gritted its teeth, and the knife light rolled up and rolled towards the water tank.

The water tank is broken, and the water splashes.

The light of the knife disappeared suddenly, and the person had floated up, broken through the window, and then disappeared.

He was afraid of death?

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, staring and poking into the distance.

The figure has vanished, vanished into the distance.

He was already sighing, the water on his body disappeared in an instant, and the cloak by the fire slowly floated up to his body.

The cloak was fastened and the arms were outstretched.

Yang Qing smiled and jumped into his arms with a smile.

"Are you now lifeless or sick?"

Silent, light smoke swept up, and came out of the window.

"What are we going to do?"

"Go pick flowers."

There are dead leaves and no flowers in the forest.

There are more dead leaves on the road.

The lifeless stone statue stood tall on the road, straighter than the gun in his hand.

He floated up like smoke to the top of the tree.

The dead leaves fell, lying on the ground, without a sound, without a trace of movement.

There was no wind.

Everything seemed quiet, everything seemed extremely lonely, without a trace of vitality.

Yang Qing stared at the ground.

"There are no flowers here, only dead leaves."

Silent and smoky, a light smoke floated up, and then the tree under his feet was suddenly overwhelmed by the light of the knife and drowned.

The sword is shining, the sword is windy, and it is indescribably cold and cold.

The tall tree suddenly broke into seven or eight pieces, and a piercing cold knife had slowly retracted and retracted back to the earth.

There was no one, and the knife was gone.

It's like hell, and I don't know when I'll come out.

Heaven and earth gradually returned to peace, and the calm was mad and suffocating.

Yang Qing's heart was already twitching, and her breathing had become unsteady.

"You shouldn't have come here to find him."

"Yes."

"This is his lair, and he knows it best."

"Yes."

"Are we going to be unlucky?"

"Yes."

"Is there a way we don't get unlucky?"

"I don't think so."

This seems to be a ghost slashing knife, coming and going without a trace, and once the knife goes down, others can easily become ghosts and become seven or eight ghosts.

The sword light swung out again, and it floated up like a light smoke, fluttering.

There was no one, and the sword light flickered and fluttered below, as if as soon as it fell, it would turn into seven or eight ghosts.

There was already a very fierce and vicious laughter floating from below.

"Death without life? You're floating on it, don't come down. ”

Nothing is silent, already gasping.

Wherever he floated, the sword light appeared, indescribably mysterious and weird.

"You can only fly like a bird."

Silent without life.

"The bird god is lifeless? You have to hold on, don't come down, and when you come down, you will become a dead and lifeless. ”

Silent without life.

The sword light rolled faster and faster, and the laughter grew louder and louder.

Drifting like a light smoke, it had drifted over the roadway, standing upright on the ridge of the roof and gasping.

But he didn't take a breath before he gritted his teeth and floated like a light smoke, and the house suddenly collapsed and collapsed, like a mud doll thrown away by a naughty boy, and suddenly became a ruin.

There is no wind, but the chill between heaven and earth is stronger.

The billowing smoke startled, and the cold light of the forest fluttered.

"The bird god is lifeless, you are going to be unlucky today."

There is no life, and the light smoke flutters more quickly and faster.

Skimming over the ridges of the roof, light smoke came to rest on the boat on the river.

He put down Yang Qing and gasped, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Empty eyes stared and poked ahead.

Ahead is the shore.

Evil Flower is holding a super ghost-headed big knife in her arms, and is staring coldly at Wusheng.

There seemed to be a little unhappiness and distress on his face.

Yang Qing gasped heavily, and the cold sweat on her forehead was still flowing.

"He's terrible, what kind of knife is that?"

"Kill the ghost knife, you are also a ghost."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go and duel with him."

When Yang Qing heard this, her face turned pale with fright.

"You're still going?"

"Yes."

"You seem to be more or less sick."

"The duel is big, life and death and other idle matters, don't care."

"You're crazy."

There was no life, and there was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, staring and poking at the evil flower like a spear, as if he wanted to poke him to death, poke him to death on the ground.

Yang Qing stood up and hugged him, gasping for breath.

Wusheng broke free from her embrace, and floated up like a light smoke, floating towards the evil flower, floating to the earth.

The evil flower suddenly vanished, ghostly and invisible.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no wind.

Everything is quiet, and the river ripples.

There are no fish, and even the fish seem to have been alarmed by this invisible murderous and murderous aura, and they have disappeared into invisibility.

His cloak had drifted away, twitching and twitching, intensely and violently.

Just when the cloak twitched and twitched the most intensely and violently, a knife suddenly appeared from the ground, and the sword light suddenly rolled up, rolling towards Wusheng.

Nothing has been floating like a light smoke.

The swords flashed, the figures fluttered, the killing machines were indulgent, and the laughter was rippling.

Floating higher and higher like a light smoke, the sword flashed, rolling and slowly rising.

Then the laughter suddenly stopped, and the sword light died down.

With a "ding" sound, the knife fell to the ground and the person swayed.

The muscles of his face twitched and twitched, gradually twisting and deforming.

The fierce, vicious smile gradually stiffened and died, unspeakable resentment, resentment, resentment.

He stared coldly at the gun, the gun that killed him.

"Your gun ......."

Speechless, he stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Blood dripped and the tip of the gun rolled down.

The dark eyes had fallen on the boat, and Yang Qing was already cheering and laughing.