The sword spirit, the duel of the sword wind, and the desperate have passed.

The pink ribbon still writhes, writhing tirelessly, undisgustedly, and the desperate man has laid down.

To lie down is to part.

The body has parted, life has parted, all have parted.

The living are gone.

Leaving with victory, honor, and victory, his greatest achievement is to live.

To live and then to duel, to fight, to fight for your own life, to ask for the lives of others, to fight never-ending duels, to die endlessly, to ...... death.

This is not only the point of no return and bloody blood of the rootless prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, but also the doom, curse, and parting curse of their generation.

There is no sword wind, no cold wind, no murderous intent, no murderous aura.

The bamboo forest fell silent, and it seemed as if only the sound of blood rolling down the young man's jaw could be heard, and the sound had gradually become extremely slow, much slower than the heartbeat in his stomach.

Pieces of fallen leaves hung down to the ground, extremely quiet, extremely dead silence, as if she was a woman who had no original intention and passion, who seemed to be indescribably tired and disgusted with everything, and had no illusions about the rest of her life, without a trace of need, and with indescribable ruthlessness and indifference.

On the cloud-covered path, several figures had already floated over.

Yang Qing came over and grabbed the cloak and said nothing.

Liu Duoqing glanced at the young man, and the whole person seemed to have a stroke, and he trembled twice as if he had cramped, and then fell down.

His body seemed to have been crushed by reality, alive.

Lei Zhentian's bronze bell-like eyes stared straight at Wusheng, and said directly.

"You killed it?"

Wusheng didn't even look at him, as if he didn't bother to look at him.

"Yes."

This sentence seems to be a switch, which not only turns on other people's anger and resentment, but also opens on other people's duels and desperate.

Lei Zhentian screamed and swept up, pounced like a lifeless, and swung his fist.

The sound of fists shook, the bamboo waves were surging, the fallen leaves were fluttering, and the ground was undulating and rolling.

His punch seems to be able to not only turn people into ghosts, but also turn ghosts into ghosts, evil ghosts, and unjust ghosts.

The punch had fallen unbiasedly on the lifeless body.

Yang Qing was so frightened that she swept up and floated not far away, her feet were already weak.

She gasped and stared lifeless.

The cloak swayed, the bamboo twisted and fell, and the "Gege" broke.

There was already a smile on the corner of Lei Zhentian's mouth, unspeakably sneering, indifferent, and ruthless.

"I'll kill you."

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

He kicked Megatron into the air.

"Get out of here and be a porter."

The wandering ghost Du Huan stared coldly at Wusheng, and the knife was out of its sheath.

Sen Han's sword light was already flickering.

Cold sweat had flowed from the corners of his forehead, and the hand holding the knife had been twitching.

He wanted to make a move, but he didn't have the courage to do it, he had no confidence in his knife skills.

"You're so ruthless."

"Yes."

"Do you know who he is?"

I don't say anything, and I don't want to know.

"He is the young owner of the Amorous Villa, Liu Xiaoqing."

Silent without life.

"You ......."

The scholar often smiled and gritted his teeth, and had already drawn a soft sword from his waist.

The sword body fluttered, and the sword light shone.

swept up, but was stopped by Liu Duoqing, and stopped him deadly.

He gasped, "He didn't kill him." ”

"But he has confessed."

"He's too lazy to deny it."

often smiled silently, staring coldly at Wusheng.

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

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring at and poking Liu affectionately like a spear.

The corners of Liu Duoamo's mouth were already twitching.

"You didn't kill him, but you saw the man."

"Yes."

"Then will you tell one or two?"

"The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, the Spring Festival Killer."

"Spring Festival?"

"Yes."

"You didn't duel him?"

"I can't duel him."

"Why?"

"After his sword was struck, the sword qi had weakened, the sword intent had been exhausted, the sword machine had been cold, and the sword light had withered, so I couldn't duel with him."

Liu gritted his teeth affectionately, and his eyes were already showing resentment and resentment.

"Then you shouldn't let him go."

"Why can't you just let him go?"

"He's not a good guy."

The empty and empty eyes of the lifeless suddenly stared carefully and poked at Liu Duoamorous.

When one eye poked his face, the other was poking his chest; While one eye poked at his chest, the other was staring at his crotch.

"Chunxiao is not a good person, so what about you?"

Liu Duoqing's mouth was already bitter, so bitter that it made him twitch and twitch.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're not as good as him."

Liu Duoqing's mouth was even more bitter, so bitter that he couldn't speak.

"If he wants to kill me, I'll talk about it, what about you?"

Liu was silent.

"Your son jumped into the boat and killed me, as if it was a matter of course, it should be, and it was also right for me to die."

Liu was silent.

"The Iron Fist of the Amorous Mountain Villa Lei Zhentian didn't say a word, just a punch, and before the ship docked, it became sparse, shouldn't we die under that punch?"

Liu was silent, his body had fallen to the ground and vomited.

"Your son is dead, it's the right thing to do."

"Why?"

"They are determined and desperate under fair circumstances, and they have their own destiny in life and death."

"You ......."

"The destiny of heaven is like this, the will of heaven cannot be disobeyed, you mourn."

Liu gritted his teeth affectionately.

"And just now, even if I don't admit it, they'll kill me and get angry, won't they?"

Liu was silent.

"After killing me, you can notify the rivers and lakes, saying that it is to remove a big harm for the fellow martial arts in the rivers and lakes, isn't it?"

Liu was silent.

"You sanctimonious and personable chivalrous people are actually a fart, not even a fart."

Liu wheezed affectionately, word by word.

"Then you shouldn't let go of the Spring Festival, the evil deeds that parting with you are ......."

"I let him go without thinking about the crime of parting."

"And what are you considering?"

"If he dies here, I will have one less opponent, and this day will be very lonely and lonely."

"Parting brings heinous crimes and full of evil, it is the men of the rivers and lakes who should get rid of it quickly, why are you ......."

"Like you got rid of me?" Wusheng is already sighing, "There are black and white roads, people have a way of life and death, there is a way of right and wrong, and the rivers and lakes are both the way and the way." ”

"You mean that the rivers and lakes should be messed up like this?"

"This is the way of heaven, the will of heaven is like this, the mandate of heaven is difficult to do, the catastrophe granted by heaven, the rivers and lakes are not chaotic, that is, there is no way, if there is no way, the power of heaven is not there, the reason of heaven is not there, that is, there is no humanity, there is no way of rivers and lakes."

Liu Duoqing was speechless, because he couldn't figure out what was going on.

The scholar smiled, smiling as he retracted the soft sword.

"And what about your ways?"

"My own way."

"What is your word?"

Without saying a word, he turned around like a stone statue, walked towards Yang Qing, stretched out his arm, and Yang Qing jumped in.

He stood upright like a stone statue, swept up like a stone statue, swept over the fallen bamboo sea, and walked forward.

Wusheng didn't want to look at them anymore, these dignified and personable knights.

How dirty and unbearable their hearts are, maybe the rivers and lakes are like this, what is good for them is justice, and if there is no benefit, it is evil.

When they kill people, they are to eliminate violence and peace, to eliminate harm for the people, to uphold justice, and to be righteous and awe-inspiring, and to die is to be mighty and unyielding, to leave a name through ......the ages, to go down in history, and to be heroic and upright.

This may be called the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes in their mouths.

In fact, the rivers and lakes are bloody roads, bloody roads, and they are the bloody roads dyed by countless rootless prodigal sons.

......。

The bamboo forest is lonely, and the fallen leaves are bleak.

There was no wind, the clouds and mist had dispersed, and the first sun appeared, extremely hazy and desolate.

Walking on the path, you can't see the shy and delicate sunlight when you look up, and the dense bamboo leaves have completely hidden it.

Heaven and earth seemed extremely quiet and secluded at this time.

Isn't this a good place for couples to hug and laugh and have fun, and tell each other about their loneliness and emptiness in the middle of the night.

The fallen leaves fell to the ground, looking indescribably powerless, but they were extremely gentle and lonely.

The chill of the night passed, and there were more dead leaves on the trail.

Step on it, "rustle".

Yang Qing stared at the dead leaves, as if she had froze.

"It's a great place."

Silent without life.

"It's so quiet here, it's really a paradise, a good place to stay away from the red dust and the rivers and lakes."

Silent without life.

"Do you want to live in seclusion here?"

Silent without life.

"Do you want to wash diapers and grow vegetables here?"

Speechless, already sighing.

Yang Qing kissed him on the neck and smiled stupidly.

Leaving the bamboo forest is the ancient road, and the opposite side of the ancient road is the mountain villa, the amorous mountain villa.

The four big characters of the amorous villa have flashed their dignity and magnificence in the sun.

The size of a bucket is the size of a large golden letter.

Below stood a man.

One hammer, one man.

His bronzed face was the size of a hammer, and his eyes stared straight ahead.

His messy hair was tied up in a trouser belt and hung down to his chest.

The upper body is wrapped in fur, revealing a rough, majestic arm with a hammer in his hand.

The hammer didn't move, and his body didn't move, just straight and straight under the plaque, between the gates.

Wusheng stood tall in the distance, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, staring and poking at this person like a gun.

The man didn't react, and he didn't look at this side, as if he didn't bother to look.

Behind his body, four ribbons fluttered on the old, quaint gate.

Pink ribbons.

The pink ribbon seemed to be writhing and shaking violently and frantically, as if it was a rattlesnake in passion and excitement, as if it was about to shake to death and twist out all the loneliness, emptiness, indescribable mystery and weirdness.

What it brings to others is only parting, the parting of the body, the parting of life, and the parting of eternity.

The strange and mysterious parting is a kind of curse, a curse descended by the demons.

Evil curses, poisonous curses, evil curses.

Parting spell.

Lei Zhentian, one of the four sons of the rivers and lakes, lowered his head and walked over.

He didn't seem to be happy, and his brass eyes were already full of anger and coldness.

Then he pointed to the man's head and screamed.

"Crawl through my crotch, get out of here."

The man was silent, already staring at him.

"Are you deaf?"

"As soon as the parting came out, blood splashed the rivers and lakes, and the amorous four sons, none of whom were spared."

"You ......."

The man nodded, shook his head again, and said coldly.

"You're from Amorous Hills?"

"Yes."

"It's also an amorous fourth son?"

"Yes."

"And who are you?"

"Iron Fist Thunder Shakes."

The man nodded.

When he nodded, the ribbon behind him suddenly floated up and floated towards Lei Zhentian.

Lei Zhentian held the ribbon, and the corners of his eyes were already twitching.

"Parting Charm?"

"Exactly."

"You're going to send me away?"

"Exactly."

"Send it now?"

"Exactly."

Lei Zhentian was not speaking, his fist was already swinging.

When he threw his fist, his head shook suddenly, and he suddenly retracted into his body, and then he fell limply, and when he fell, he didn't get up, and he trembled violently and desperately on the ground a few times, and finally calmed down.

Yang Qing's face was already twitching, his hammer seemed to have magic, and when he smashed it, his head suddenly retracted into his body.

His life is gone.

The body has parted, life has parted, all have parted.

Blood had suddenly splattered from his neck.

Blood has been splashed on the road, on the rivers and lakes.

Jianghu Road has suddenly been dyed blood-red, bloody road, bloody road.