There is no wind, and the fallen leaves are even worse.

The color of loneliness between heaven and earth is even stronger, so thick that it makes people crazy, rushing, and vomiting.

The famous hammer king in the rivers and lakes of a generation has no hammer in his hand, not only does he not have a hammer, but he also has no arm.

Without a weapon in his hand, it was as if a tiger had no teeth, what would a toothless tiger look like? Is it not to live long? Can you only watch your prey? But you can't chase and enjoy? can only quietly escape, wait quietly, wait for parting.

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

The muscles on his face had slackened, and his expression seemed extremely lazy and sluggish.

There was no chill in his eyes, the kind of chill unique to the Heavenly King, and even the body seemed to be soft and weak, no longer so upright.

The majesty has passed, the murderous machine will part, and the murderous aura will gradually disappear and disappear without a trace.

The severed arm has fallen to the ground, and the green tendons on it are still cocked like poisonous snakes, without changing, without a trace of change, still maintaining the enthusiasm and excitement before the killing, and maintaining the majesty and killing intent of the Heavenly King.

What about his people?

His steps were not large, and they were extremely slow, which was very reminiscent of an old man of seventy or eighty years old, with seventy or eighty diseases,......。

The blood was still flowing, and wherever he went, it flowed.

He did not glance at the severed arm and the hammer, for those who had parted with him, not only those who had parted with him, but the honor, the glory, the beauty of women, ..... had parted with him.

But he's still alive.

His life did not part with her.

But how many people can understand the rest of his life, what the rest of his life is like? Isn't it lonely, empty, embarrassed, and depressed.......

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

The empty eyes stared and poked at the ancient road like spears, and there was no wind, and no dust was floating.

Drops of blood rolled down, stirring up dust that was not so enthusiastic and excited, and it seemed indescribably delicate and powerless.

Yang Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, quietly held the cloak, and stared at the Hammer King quietly.

"Is that all he done?"

Silent without life.

"He's really imposing just now."

Silent without life.

"After he met you, he was really unlucky."

Silent without life.

"What will he be like in the future?"

Speechless, already sighing.

"Do you think he won't be able to kill people in the future?"

There is no life, and the sigh is longer.

There was no wind, the bamboo forest shook and gradually surged, and the dead leaves became more intense.

The Hammer King didn't seem to see or feel anything.

The surging bamboo waves have been gently rolling.

His gaze still fell on the ancient road ahead, the flat, hard, cold ancient road, the weak, dim, delicate gaze.

In the midst of the turbulent waves of the bamboo waves, a person suddenly floated out with a sword.

The sword glittered and floated towards the Hammer King.

The smile on this person's face was like the words in the file in his hand, square, presentable, with a thick bookish atmosphere, and the book was angry.

It is a scholar who often laughs.

The amorous third son has returned.

The smile on Chang Xiao's face was even stronger, and the soft sword blue light flashed and rolled, rolling towards the head of the Hammer King.

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

With a wave of the cloak, the sword light suddenly disappeared, the soft sword had hung down softly, and the smile on Chang Xiao's face suddenly stiffened and died.

"What do you mean?"

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

The empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, staring and poking Chang Xiao like a spear, as if he wanted to poke Chang Xiao to death on the ground.

"Why save him?"

Silent without life.

"You still can't save him."

Silent without life.

The bamboo waves have subsided, and the dead leaves are no longer enthusiastic, and they are gradually weak and delicate.

Chang Xiao stared coldly and smiled coldly.

His smile had gradually drifted up, unspeakably cruel, fierce, and vicious.

The sword in his hand was already lowered, but it was still flashing with blue light, and he just stood quietly, without any movement.

The Hammer King's body trembled, but a smile appeared on his face, indescribably sluggish, confused, and powerless.

"Why did you save me?"

"You are the war book, the war book of my duel with the parting spell."

"You're really not afraid of death?"

"You have to live and bring back the war book."

The Hammer King was silent, nodding his head, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

The scholar has appeared, what about the amorous and prodigal ghosts?

The heavens and the earth gradually became quiet, and the silence was suffocating and collapsed.

The rustle of fallen leaves on the ground is indescribably crisp.

Where are those two?

Where will those two come out? Where will it be shot? Will it be done soon? Or do you want to make people wait more?

Wait until you can't bear it and can't face it, wait until the lifeless body collapses and collapses, and then you take action?

Wouldn't it be easy to kill them then?

Maybe waiting for a shot is not very comfortable, especially when there is a duel between masters, desperately, that kind of waiting with your life hanging by a thread, every muscle and nerve of the body can not relax, you can't relax at all, as long as you relax a little, you will be easy to negrantize, and any kind of negligence will still make you go to hell.

The scholar was still smiling, staring at them, the smile on his face full of confidence.

Time passed drop by drop, without sound, without people.

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

The Hammer King's face became whiter and paler, as if it was pink and white for painting the wall, without a trace of blood, and the pale was close to transparent.

His life seemed to be approaching parting.

The blood from the severed arm was still flowing, but it was flowing very slowly.

His life was gradually approaching parting in the bleeding, and the cold sweat on his forehead had dried up, as if he could no longer shed it.

Why are they waiting?

Isn't this the best time?

Maybe they are waiting for the lifeless, waiting for every muscle and nerve in the lifeless body to be uncontrollable and suddenly rebelling.

Will there be a time when there will be no life?

The empty eyes are still staring and poking into the distance.

In the distance, there is still an ancient road, a long ancient road, a boundless ancient road, as if it is straight down from outside the nine heavenly clouds.

The flat, hard, cold ancient road, the empty eyes, without a trace of emotion, without a trace of change, without a trace of abnormality, dark and empty.

The sun was getting hot, and the drops of blood were already glowing blindly.

The clouds drifted quietly in the distance, and slowly drifted away, without taking away a trace of loneliness, let alone leaving a little joy.

The Hammer King was gasping for breath, his body twitching even more violently.

Just when the clouds covered the sun, it was also the darkest time between heaven and earth, and there was no shadow on the ground, and the blood had no light, and it was indescribably dull and without a trace of luster.

At this moment, a sword light flashed, and the sword light was like a rainbow, floating over, as if it was a thunderbolt that suddenly fell from the sky.

This move was too sudden, too amazing.

Not only is the timing wonderful, but the shot is also extremely fast, and the location is even more unimaginable.

A merciless sword, an amorous man.

This person turned out to be Liu Duoamorous.

Although the amorous villa is no longer there, it is really not a fluke or an accident that it can survive the ups and downs of the martial arts for dozens of years, stand tall in the rivers and lakes, and stand still.

This sword is really not a common move in the rivers and lakes, if it is not for people who have been lonely, practiced hard, and suffered for a long time, they will never be able to wield that sword.

If you don't have deep affection for ......the sword, no deep friendship, no deep respect, and no deep sincerity, you will never be able to wield that sword.

The thunder and lightning have flashed, and there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can dodge that sword.

The Hammer King didn't hide, he didn't seem to be too lazy to hide, and the parting seemed to him to be a kind of reunion, a reunion without pain and sorrow.

He was already laughing, but tears were already rolling down his eyes, and they were rolling down very slowly, much slower than the blood on his broken arm.

Transparent, pure tears, indescribably extremely sad and painful.

The bamboo forest path has withered leaves fluttering, Xiao Xiao lands on the ground, no longer rolling, without a trace of vitality and vitality, as if it has been integrated with the earth.

He has slowly closed his eyes, to feel his body, to feel the earth, and gradually to find the feeling of withered leaves, the feeling of being one with the earth, which is also a feeling, but also a pleasure.

That kind of enjoyment is not only the struggle and pain of death, but also the intense, passionate joy and joy.

The Hammer King did not run away from parting, he was already enjoying parting, quietly enjoying it.

Maybe the real parting in his heart is reunion, just like the dead leaves on the earth, the dead leaves that Xiao Xiao fell but did not have a trace of vitality and vitality, although they have parted with the dead branches, but they have been closely reunited with the earth.

Is parting a reunion? And isn't reunion a parting?

The sword has pierced.

The sword light is gone, the sword intent is dead, the sword energy is gone, and the sword wind is gone.

Dust rises.

The dust is gone, the dust has drifted, the world has been separated, and the dust wind has flew.

The blood mist flew and blood splattered.

The extremely noble and refined robe suddenly turned blood red, the pale, emaciated and delicate face suddenly stiffened and distorted, and the muscles on the face twitched and spasmed.

Wisps of blood have slowly flowed from the cold, indifferent blade, like grievances in the rivers and lakes, evolving endlessly, endlessly changing, and there will never be a day to stop, because this is the rivers and lakes.

What are rivers and lakes?

The rivers and lakes are the swords and swords, blood flying, grievances and hatreds, wind and snow, the waning moon and the lonely lamp, the blood splashing seven steps, the feelings of the prodigal son, and the ...... of beautiful women and wine.

Liu Duoqing was already gasping, the sword body was trembling, the hand holding the sword was twitching, and the cold sweat on his forehead had slipped off.

He tried to draw his sword, but found that the blade had been caught alive and killed.

The sword body "ding" sounded, it was broken, and it was parting.

The half of the sword in the body was slowly spit out, as if it was a dish that was difficult to swallow in the mouth, and it slowly spit out and "ding" to the ground.

Liu Duoqing slowly took a few steps back, her voice twitching and unsteady.

"You ......."

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

He turned around like a stone statue, his empty eyes without a trace of emotion, without a trace of pain.

The blood on his back was already flowing, and his eyes were already staring at and poking Liu Duoqing like spearheads, as if he was going to stab him to death, poke him to death on the ground.

Liu Duoqing stared at Wusheng.

"You saved him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He is a war letter, a war letter to my parting curse, he can't die."

"But you could easily have died just now."

"Yes, but I'm not dead."

"I don't understand you."

"You don't need to understand me."

"So what do I need to understand?"

"It's time for you to get out, as far as you want."

Liu gritted his teeth affectionately and remained silent.

Wusheng is silent.

The empty eyes stared at and poked Liu affectionately.

The Hammer King had turned around and looked at the lifeless.

There was no trace of vitality or vitality in his eyes, almost nothing, as if he had really become one with the earth, and had really reunited with the earth.

"Why did you save me?"

"I'm not saving you."

"And what are you for?"

"You can't die for the sake of the war book."

"The flowers in the Wanhua Building are not enough for you to kill?"

"It's not that they don't kill enough, it's that they're not there all the time."

"There's something wrong with you, it's a duel."

Silent without life.

Liu Duoqing quietly stared at the lifeless, incomprehensible spear god.

Maybe the gods in the rivers and lakes are more or less different from ordinary people, and the love of the sword god Jin Yubo is not normal and understandable? That kind of love may not be something that people can do, maybe only gods can, so Jin Yubo is the sword god, the sword god in this generation of rivers and lakes.

A person has a hobby in life, whether it is drinking, gambling, or lust,......, these are understandable, and there is nothing strange about it, but what about duels?

It's unimaginable, this hobby is simply a disaster for people in the rivers and lakes? If the people in the rivers and lakes are infected with this habit, it is even more terrible and fatal than the prostitute who has smallpox.

Ryu gasped amorously.

"But you still can't let him go."

Silent without life.

"The people of the rivers and lakes are all flesh and blood people, and they must take revenge if they have revenge."

Silent without life.

"So you ......."

Silent without life.

Liu was silent and silent.

Their words have obviously come to an end, and the end of the words is to do it, and to do it is to duel, to fight, to fight for their own lives, to ask for the lives of others, and there is no room for change in between.

This has gradually become the law of the rivers and lakes, the law of desperateness, and the law of survival of this generation of people in the rivers and lakes.

Liu Duoqing didn't move, the sword in his hand had left his hand, and the "ding" fell to the ground.

The blood on the back of the lifeless is still flowing, without the slightest intention of stopping, just like the story in this generation of rivers and lakes, extremely miserable, extremely sad, extremely painful...... this kind of story will never stop, because the rivers and lakes will not disappear, and the people in the rivers and lakes are still alive.

If no one does anything, doesn't someone fall? There will be no parting?

This statement is not true.

Yang Qing in the distance had already jumped over, but suddenly couldn't move anymore.

There was a knife across her neck, a cold blade, an indifferent voice.

"I'm not a good person, and I won't be gentle with women."

This person is the prodigal ghost Du Huan.

Du Huan stared at Wusheng coldly, walked coldly towards Wusheng, and said coldly.

"I'm very excited now, my brother is dead, and the family revenge has not been avenged, please understand."

Silent without life.

His body was still standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The blood on his back was still flowing, his life flowing, his story flowing, extremely miserable, extremely sad, extremely painful...... He seemed to be used to it.

A cold-blooded, ruthless, icy story.

Du Huan stared at Wusheng coldly, approached him coldly, and said coldly.

"You're not going to refuse our little request, are you?"

Nothing is silent, already gasping.

Du Huan stared coldly at the blood flowing from Wusheng's back, and a smile was already on his cold and ruthless face.

A very cold, very vicious, very sarcastic smile.

But his smile was suddenly torn, torn alive.

Suddenly there was another man behind him, who seemed to have grown out of the earth.

This man's ailment seemed to be worse than that of Wusheng, and he wore only a pair of trousers on his body.

On the snow-white pants and bronzed body, every muscle seems to be full of vitality and strength.

He appeared and put the wandering ghost Du Huan in his hand and tore it, tearing it one by one, tearing it to pieces, as if it was a naughty boy tearing a book that he was tired of and tired of.

"I am the Vajra in the parting mantra, the Vajra of the body."