The bamboo waves have gradually subsided, and the dead leaves that have fallen on the ground have gradually stopped rolling, and gradually returned to calm, and there is no vitality and vitality in the calm.

It seems that there is no longer the impulse and passion of the original intention, and everything seems extremely weak and depressed.

The morning sun was already high, but it was extremely hazy and dim.

There is no wind, and the clouds and mist that will not disperse are still twitching, indescribably miserable and poignant, like a rootless prodigal son struggling on the edge of life and death, desperately but powerlessly writhing his bloody body, the body that is about to part.

The parting of the body, the parting of life, the parting of all.

There is only parting, nothing else.

The pink ribbon on the barrel handle fluttered and writhed, as if writhing with a mysterious, eerie spell, a spell of ecstasy, a spell of parting.

None of their faces were very good-looking, either they were as pale as paper, or the muscles on their faces twitched and twisted, and their little days seemed to be living on the verge of parting, in a spell.

No one could speak, no one could speak, and their mouths seemed to be locked and tightened by the parting curse.

Liu Duoqing's face was even more ugly, as if he was the filial son of Lao Tzu who had just died, but there were no tears, but there was more sweat.

He took out a ginger cube from the bucket, looked at it coldly, and held it coldly.

Yang Qingjiao smiled.

"It seems that they have a lot of ambitions."

Liu glanced at her affectionately and sighed.

"Yes."

"That's a good thing."

Liu Duoqing suddenly raised his head, his face full of distress.

"It's a good thing, but they don't do anything at all."

"That's not good, what do you think they should do next?"

"I don't know, they're like the weather, if the weather is good, kill less, and if it's bad, kill more."

"They love to kill?"

"This is the traditional rule in the rivers and lakes."

"What rules?"

"Kill the chickens and make an example of the monkeys."

"What's next for them?"

Liu Duoqing stared at Jiang Yuan, and his face slowly revealed a look of extreme pain and sadness.

"It's me, my amorous villa."

"They're going to kill you?"

"Yes, to be neutral in the rivers and lakes, Liu Duoqing is a good candidate, not big, not small, not tall, not short, not fat or thin, just right."

"Aren't you going to be unlucky, then?"

"Yes."

"I have seen a lot of dead people under the parting curse, it is really pitiful, good and decent people, divided into two." Yang Qing patted her stomach, "It's split in two from here, it's so pitiful." ”

Liu was silent, and the pain and sadness on his face seemed to be even stronger.

"You'd better hurry up and prepare for the aftermath, they're really not good people, and they will never do anything good."

Liu Duoqing lowered his head, already gasping.

"It takes not only time to prepare for the aftermath, but also to spend money and energy."

Liu was silent, and his body was already twitching.

"So you're still ......."

Yang Qing couldn't go on, she had already noticed that Liu Duoqing's face hung even lower.

Liu Duoqing lowered his head, as if he was weak and collapsed, and his strength seemed to have been used up in bed, tossing alive.

A man walked up not far behind him.

The man approached with a scroll in his hand, smiling.

His smile was like the words in the file in his hand, square and shapely, with a strong bookish atmosphere, bookish and angry.

"That's not true."

Yang Qing was silent, and her head hung down.

The scholar helped the book and bowed gently, "I have seen the gun god, and the scholar often smiles and is polite." ”

Silent without life.

"The girl's words are wrong, although the amorous villa is not a martial arts place, it is not a place to be bullied casually."

Silent without life.

"The rivers and lakes are affectionate, and there are four sons in the amorous, amorous, iron fist, wandering ghosts, and scholars."

Silent without life.

"Although he is not a famous martial artist, he is not afraid of death, even if he wants to do something bad with the parting curse, he will have to pour some bad luck."

Silent without life.

"Besides, the spear god is here, if you want to insult the amorous villa, don't you have to be bored with the parting charm?"

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

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

The bamboo sea in the distance is lonely, and the fallen leaves are Xiaoxiao.

"It's my business."

Yang Qing suddenly smiled.

Stone statues, people who are straighter than a gun in their hands, sometimes really deadly.

The smile on Chang Xiao's face was distorted, and he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore, and he had nothing to say.

No one spoke, and everything was calm.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, stretching out his arm, Yang Qing jumped up.

Then he walked forward like a stone statue, towards the bamboo sea.

Don't look at them anymore, let alone look at them again, most of the people in the rivers and lakes are like this, extremely selfish, extremely cruel, good for themselves, good for themselves, good for themselves, no good for themselves, regardless of life and death, blood splashed five steps will not pity the slightest.

The undulating bamboo sea and the endless paths.

The fallen leaves fell to the ground, indescribably lonely and indifferent.

Yang Qing picked up a dead leaf and shook it, indescribably proud and cheerful.

"They're following us."

Silent without life.

"They're like."

She didn't speak softly, as if she wanted not only to hear it, but also to let the amorous four sons behind her hear it.

But they didn't seem to hear a word, they didn't seem to hear a word, they seemed to have become deaf.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly, threw away the dead leaves in his hand, and then picked up another one.

Then she froze.

This bamboo leaf turned out to be incomplete, and the notch was smooth and neat, as if it had been pierced by an extremely sharp sword, and as if it had been cut by an extremely cold knife.

The fallen leaves are more sluggish, and the residual leaves are fluttering.

There is gradually a wind between heaven and earth.

The cold wind gusts, the residual leaves flutter, there is no light, the clouds and mist gradually disperse, and the bamboo forest is vaguely white.

Yang Qing stared at the remnant leaf, silent, as if attracted by the remnant leaf.

She pulled the placket of her clothes, and the world suddenly became indescribably cold and indifferent.

"Do you know what's going on?"

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

His eyes stared and poked into the distance like spears.

In the distance, there was already a cold light flashing, killing the machine.

"It was injured by sword qi."

"Sword Qi?"

"Yes, are you afraid?"

Yang Qing nodded.

"I'm scared, but I can't help but want to see it."

"Okay."

Smoke swept up like a lifeless light smoke and floated past.

The bamboo waves are more ferocious, and the residual leaves are falling more urgently.

The remnant leaves landed on the ground, but they were ruthlessly swept up by the cold wind and floated away.

Although the clouds were foggy in front of him, he still saw two people rising and falling, waving sword light.

The sword light flowed endlessly, the figures swayed high and low, blood splashed from time to time, and screams from time to time.

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

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking at them like a gun.

They are already bleeding, they are fighting, they are dueling.

Yang Qing watched quietly.

"Do you want to check it out?"

"No, I want to kill them."

He didn't speak quickly or loudly.

Yang Qing was taken aback.

"Don't go."

She knew it was useless for her to say that.

Wusheng put down Yang Qing and floated over like a light smoke.

In the clouds and mist, a person appeared.

It was the boy he saw on the lonely boat, the young boy who was kicked away by him.

He gasped, leaning against the bamboo, his sword slipping to the ground.

His eyes were still staring coldly ahead.

Staring at others and waving his sword, the sword flashed, and his head was suddenly pierced.

Blood flew and floated out.

The remnants of the leaves fell on his body, and then slowly slid down, and fell to the ground motionless.

There was no wind, and even the wind seemed to be stabbed to death by this sword.

The bloody tip of the bloody sword slowly slid down, and his eyes were cold, ruthless, and cold-blooded.

Wusheng walked up to his seven feet.

His eyes stared at and poked at this man like spears, as if he wanted to stab him to death.

The blade was still dripping with blood, and he was in no hurry to sheath it.

He slowly brought the sword closer to his lips, then blew hard.

The blood suddenly turned into a blood mist, and the clouds were suddenly dyed red, stained red.

The blood mist gradually dissipated, the long sword slowly sank into its sheath, and the cold, ruthless, and cold-blooded eyes had fallen on the lifeless body.

Although his eyes were extremely weak and tired, they still exuded a murderous and murderous aura.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

"Yes."

"You're late."

"It's not too late, it's just right."

"You're going to duel me?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who I am?"

"There are not many people in the rivers and lakes who blow the blood on the blade of the sword."

"Maybe it's just me."

"There are not many killers who are worth a thousand gold at the moment of the Spring Festival."

"The name of the Gun God is not for nothing, you have good eyes."

"You're Spring Festival."

"Exactly."

"Is it true that you are worth a thousand dollars when you kill someone?"

"Yes, without a daughter, Spring Festival will not make a move."

The blood on the blade of the sword had already drifted clean, and the young man's blood was still flowing, and his head was slowly dyed blood red.

All of them were looking at him, staring at the young man, the blood hole in the young man's brain was still flowing with blood, and wisps of white hair were slowly flowing out.

His eyes were almost bulging, almost falling out, almost falling out of sight.

Half white, half black, slowly swaying, swaying, floating on the blood, swaying.

The blood flowed slowly, as if it was not in a hurry, and the blood in the nose, ears, and mouth was no faster than the eye sockets,......。

Chunxiao stared coldly at Wusheng.

"How? Is my shot worth a thousand dollars? ”

Wusheng nodded.

His eyes didn't leave the boy.

The young man's face slowly turned blood-red, but he could vaguely see that the muscles on his face had become stiff, stiff, distorted, and deformed due to excessive tension, excitement, and fear.

There was no wind, so drops of blood slipped down the chin, and it seemed extremely slow, extremely steady, and it slid down drop after drop.

"Isn't it good for me to shoot."

"Yes."

"Isn't my hand not insulting the name, the name of the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold?"

"Yes."

"Do you admire me?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me, what do you admire about me?"

"When you stabbed him to death with your sword blade, the sword qi and sword light also shattered his head alive."

Chunxiao applauded and sneered.

"And you're going to duel me?"

"If I don't duel with you, I won't duel you now."

The sneer of the Spring Festival was even stronger.

"Are you afraid of me except for admiring me?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Then why don't you duel with me?"

"After your sword shot, the sword qi has weakened, the sword intent has been exhausted, the sword machine has been cold, and the sword light has dried up, so I can't duel with you."

The smile of the spring night suddenly froze and froze to death.

"You ......."

"So hurry up, the amorous four sons are coming, and your little life is in danger."

Chunxiao gritted her teeth, and the muscles on her face were already twitching.

"Why did you save me?"

"You are a good opponent, if there are a few opponents like you in the world, wouldn't it be very lonely, wouldn't my life be very boring."

"You ......."

"Hurry up, if you don't leave, you won't be in a hurry."

Chunxiao gritted her teeth, nodded, and put the ribbon in the boy's hand.

"You don't regret it."

Silent without life.

"I am also the Four Heavenly Kings in the Parting Spell."

Silent without life.

"If you don't kill me, I'll regret it sooner or later."

Silent without life.

Chun Xiao jumped into the air, fluttered in the air, and suddenly disappeared.

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

The empty eyes stared and poked at the boy like a gun, a motionless boy.

Pieces of bamboo leaves slowly fell on his face, and they clung to him, entangling the boy motionlessly.