A cloud floated softly over and quietly drifted away.

The blood was still rolling down, and it didn't stop, and when it fell to the ground, it turned into a bloody road, a bloody road.

Jianghu Road.

The rivers and lakes that are difficult to distinguish between black and white, good and evil, and grievances are not distinguished, is also the road of no return for the rootless prodigal son in the world, and it is also the extremely miserable and sad death road of this generation of Jianghu people.

The soft wind drifted by, and a wisp of blood swayed and fell onto the dead grass on the side, and the dry grass suddenly turned blood-red, bloody red.

The withered grass, which had no vitality or vitality, suddenly seemed to have a light, blood.

In the bloody light, there was an indescribable murderous and murderous aura swaying, only murderous and murderous aura, nothing else.

This is the road of this generation of Jianghu people, their blood road, but also their road of no return, but also their road to death.

The tired sun hanging high seems to be more tired and tired, without a trace of passion, without a trace of cheerfulness, the delicate and fresh in the early morning has disappeared cleanly, without a trace.

Hanging high seems to be just a symbolic illumination of the earth, and nothing else.

It does not bring warmth and softness to the earth, and it seems indescribably cold and ruthless.

The cold between heaven and earth was fluttering, Yang Qing held the cloak and did not move, her body was indescribably stiff and weak.

His eyes stared coldly at this man.

This man held on to the wheel and did not move, and he was also looking at Wusheng coldly, sighing coldly.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

"Yes."

"You want to duel with me?"

"Yes."

"We all seem to be men?"

"Yes."

"Then let's settle the problem in a man's way."

"Yes."

The man put down the wheel in his hand, and the wheel suddenly rolled, passed through the bloody road, rolled to the side of the car, and just loaded it.

When he didn't have a wheel in his hand, he suddenly had a big knife.

A glamorous broadsword.

"Please follow me."

With that, the man turned around and walked forward, and in front of him was a forest of trees, and the path was rugged and covered with layers of dead leaves.

The boredom on the side had long since turned yellow and withered, and when the soft wind passed, it kept swaying indiscriminately, shaking extremely weak and depressed.

Wusheng stepped out of the carriage and walked forward, and his front was also in front of this man.

Because they are men.

Won't run away, don't want to run away, and don't bother to run away.

Yang Qing grabbed the cloak and followed, but Liu Ecstasy stood up, stopped her, and hugged her in her arms.

"They're men, they'll sort things out on their own, it's not good for you to go."

Yang Qing let go of her hand and didn't follow.

They had been in a long state of life and death, and for the first time she had left him, when he was dueling with others and desperately fighting.

When she let go of her hand, it was twitching, but she didn't know what she was afraid of.

Was it his death? The death of someone who has nothing to do with him?

Why do you fear? Worried about him?

She hung her head, unwilling to think about it anymore, but she couldn't control her thoughts.

The smile on Liu Yi's face was even stronger, she was already gently stroking Yang Qing's body, her movements were not big, nor small, but extremely strange.

Yang Qing's body was already trembling inexplicably, and inexplicably gave birth to a wonderful feeling, the kind of feeling that only lovers can have when they are in love, exciting, cheerful and expectant.

Suddenly raised his head and stared at her, "Your hand ......." ”

Before she could finish speaking, there was a kind of weariness in her body, a sense of weariness that went deep into the body, into the soul.

Then she gradually weakened her limbs, and even her thoughts became very weak.

The back of Wusheng was gradually blurred, and she wanted to try to grasp it, but she couldn't use any strength.

Liu ecstasy watched her gradually fall asleep, and her eyes showed envy.

Seeing that her face was still full of worry and worry, a loneliness and emptiness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and blood were inexplicably born in her heart.

Yang Qing at least has people to worry about and worry about, and there are still men in her heart.

As long as a woman is still worried and worried about a man in her heart, it means that she has lived, and how she lives is not very important, at least she has lived.

Maybe not many people understand, or don't agree with that.

Liu ecstasy sighed for a long time, slowly envious of Yang Qing, and slowly envied Yang Qing's infatuation and enthusiasm for Wusheng.

And what about herself?

She hadn't liked a man, she didn't even know what that strong love was like, and she wanted to try it, but she couldn't because she didn't have such a man.

All she could do was watch the wonderful excitement and joy in the hearts of others.

This kind of excitement and joy is not found in bed, let alone enjoyed in bed.

Liu Yiling didn't hang her head, as if there was no need to hide her inner emotions.

How lonely and empty her heart was.

She softly glanced at the solemn big man standing next to her, and more than a dozen burly and majestic men suddenly surrounded her.

Everyone had a smile on their faces, disgusting, disgusting, and wanting to vomit.

She was afraid that she would vomit on the spot.

Liu ecstasy tried to control himself, not looking at them, patted the carriage, closed his eyes, thought about other things, and tried to imagine what it was like to like a man, what it was like to like a man.

She could only try to think about it, and think about it, but there was no one in reality.

So he couldn't find what it was like to feel like and what it was sweet? Is it bitter? Is it sour? Is it spicy?

She really wanted to feel Yang Qing's feelings, the excitement and joy of excessive concern and worry in that emotion.

She only sighed, and her body trembled softly, a tremor that had been tortured and bitten in loneliness and emptiness for a long time.

......。

There was no wind.

The path in the forest is extremely quiet, and even the leaves on the trees can be heard clearly.

They stepped on it without making a sound.

They have nothing to say.

Without speaking, you come to the end, and the end is a duel, and a duel is desperate, fighting for your own life, asking for someone else's life.

This is the law of the rivers and lakes, and it is also the law of living.

The man had stopped, and he was seven feet away from lifelessness.

The long beard was already fluttering, and the red cheeks were gradually glowing, a light of great resentment and resentment.

He didn't move, and neither did the seven-foot knife in his hand.

The tip of the knife did not move, and the dead leaves below had gradually rolled away, as if pressed by an indescribable pressure, and pressed away alive.

"Of course you know who I am?"

"Guan Yun, the master of the Great Dao Gate."

Guan Yun smiled, "Do you know why I asked you to duel?" ”

Wusheng didn't understand and didn't speak.

"You killed the second master of the Great Knife Gate?"

Wusheng's empty eyes were already staring at and poking Guan Yun, "Yes, I killed it." ”

He said it without even thinking about it.

Guan Yun stared at the lifeless body, the lifeless spear.

The stone-like body stood straighter than the gun in his hand.

The man didn't move, the gun didn't move, nothing moved, and the dead leaves underneath didn't move.

There was no emotion in the empty eyes, no murderous intent, no pleasure, almost nothing.

Then he let out a long sigh, "But I don't believe you killed it." ”

"Does it make a difference if I killed it?"

"Yes, it's the same if you kill it all."

Silent without life.

"Because the dignity of the big knife gate was humiliated by the spear god, and the spear god died under my seven-foot broadsword, this price is enough."

"You know I didn't kill me."

"Yes."

"But you still find me, fight with me, and use my life to clean the shame of the big knife gate?"

"Yes."

"Finding the willow ecstasy is not enough to wash away that shame?"

"Yes."

"Killing Liu Ecstasy will only be more humiliating?"

"Yes."

"The second master of the big knife gate only has ecstasy darts in his neck, and there are no holes poked by guns."

"Yes, some can be turned into nothing, and what is not can be added."

"Dadaomen has been unknown in the rivers and lakes for many years, and as the owner of the door, of course I don't want Dadaomen to continue to be obscure."

"Yes."

"You want to reorganize the Broadsword? I will sacrifice my blood and my life to your sword. ”

"Yes."

"In this way, the prestige of the Great Daomen in the rivers and lakes in the future must be very heavy, and no one will dare to despise your existence again?"

"Yes, you're right, you're absolutely right."

Guan Yun had already smiled, his face revealing extremely fierce and cruel pleasure.

Wu Sheng was silent, and he didn't want to say anything more.

Guan Yun was silent.

They don't say anything more, they don't want to say more, and they don't do any good to say more.

This generation of Jianghu people knows and understands this very well, and it is time for all to work hard.

They may not be very smart, but they are very realistic and more cruel.

Cruel ways of doing things, cruel ways of doing things, cruel endings of doing things.

Because they know that to live is to be a winner, to be alive is to win, and to live can always enjoy the taste of a winner, the taste of victory, and the dead will only be a joke and a piece of bullshit.

Guan Yun looked at Wusheng, as if he was looking at jokes and bullshit.

There was no wind.

The withered branches were already shaking, and the withered leaves attached to them were floating one after another, fluttering and swaying indiscriminately, gradually becoming more and more intense, gradually becoming more and more cruel.

The dead leaves on the ground suddenly floated, writhing and swaying.

It seems that the passion and excitement of the original intention have been found again.

The knife swung, and the dead leaves had already risen from the ground.

The two of them were already living among the dead leaves flying in the sky.

The sword light fluttered, Guan Yun's body and the sword light gradually merged, and gradually he couldn't see clearly what a person was and what a knife was.

Smoke rose like smoke and fell on the bare treetops.

The path on which he had been standing suddenly became two-petaled.

Guan Yun didn't take a look at Wusheng, he didn't have to look, because the knife in his hand seemed to have eyes, and the knife in his hand suddenly chased after him.

Before his knife arrived, the tree under Wusheng's feet shook violently, and then fell, as if he could not withstand the fierce and cruel stimulation at all, and slowly fell.

Sen Han's blade floated against the lifeless, and every muscle and nerve of the lifeless body could deeply feel an impact, a kind of murderous aura, and a compelling arrogance.

Maybe he's something to be proud of.

Whoever wields such a knife should be proud.

The empty eyes have changed, and the lifeless eyes have finally changed, becoming indescribably joyful and cheerful.

This kind of joy and cheerfulness seems to be a girl who has been lonely and depressed for a long time and finally sees her beloved lover, and suddenly sends it out.

Wusheng suddenly stood on the ground like a stone statue, staring and poking not far away like a spear.

Not far away, there was only a knife light, no one, and no knife.

The sword light fluttered, and the laughter rippled and swayed.

The joy and cheerfulness in the eyes of lifeless are even stronger, "The human knife is one, the knife is the person, the person is the knife, the person is the shadowless, the knife is invisible, the invisible is not visible, there is no self and no knife, only the knife light is left, and it is also to kill the light, all of them are killed?" ”

"Yes, you know a lot."

In the light of the knife, the laughter is colder and cooler.

smiled and swept towards Wusheng, as if she was a lonely and empty young woman, who couldn't bear the bitterness and itchiness in her heart, and frantically pounced on her concubine, frantically and desperately possessed his body, and enjoyed the fun and pleasure inside.