There was no figure, no blade, only cold light.

The cold light flutters, and the dead leaves undulate, sway, and roll.

Floating like a light smoke, drifting, as if he had become one with the dead leaves, he was the dead leaves, and the dead leaves were him.

His body seemed to be every dead leaf, every corner was enjoying the stimulation and pleasure brought by the cold light, and his soul and spirit seemed to have enjoyed and reminisced in the murderous ripples.

Reminiscent of the torture and joy of the slightest cramp on the edge of life and death.

The cold light is fluttering, and the fallen leaves are swaying.

No matter who can't tell if it's the cold light that swallows the swaying leaves? It was still the swaying dead leaves that drowned out the cold light of the murderous longitudinal horizon.

The light and cold flow became more urgent, and Ye Xiao fluttered and flickered.

No one wants to stop, and to stop is to fall.

If you fall, you will part, you

Everything before life will turn into a bubble, an ethereal bubble, a joke, and even more bullshit.

The chill between heaven and earth was even more intense.

How does it feel to struggle when a person is on the verge of life and death, when his life hangs by a thread?

Maybe Guan Yun has no feelings, and he can't have any feelings, the wives and children at home, relatives, brothers and siblings in the Great Daomen, and the opponents and enemies who hope and expect the Dadaomen to be unsafe day and night, none of these can distract him at this moment, and he can't make him feel.

He could only feel it now.

I feel that I am still alive, the duel and the desperate are still going on, and my life has wandered and wandered in the distance between yin and yang, a line of separation.

The duel between victory and defeat will always win and lose, victory is to live, and to live can enjoy the splendor and splendor brought by victory, without having to endure shame, and there will be no at all. Because a brilliant and glorious victory is enough to wash away all shame and wash it clean.

And what about failure?

Failure is to fall, to fall is to die, to die is to part, parting will not have splendor and glory, what about shame?

Of course, there won't be, because since you are parting, nothing has anything to do with you.

What if he fails?

Once he fails, he will fall, not only himself, but also the Great Knife Gate, and as long as he falls, he will not stand up, because his opponents, enemies, will not give them a chance to breathe.

This is the rivers and lakes, the living rivers and lakes, the realistic and cruel rivers and lakes.

His son may soon be reduced to begging on the streets, maybe in a few days, he can't stand the cold, he will fall on the streets, like a dead dog, no one will ask a glance, and his beautiful wife will soon be sold into the Qinglou, and become a stranger's plaything, a pet, a prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, and a certain official...... The color of drinking to help the fun,......。

So he can't fail, not at all.

Because the consequences of his failure were too bleak and tragic.

So now he can only feel, feel hard.

He felt not only with his body, but also with his soul and spirit, to feel the existence of lifelessness, how far away lifeless life was from his sword, and how far away his life was from death.

Because of his fall and death, in exchange for not only accepting splendor and brilliance, but also parting desolation and misery.

The sword light is still there, invisible and shadowless, as if there is no trace of tiredness, powerlessness, no trace of disgust and boredom.

His body and broadsword seemed to have parted with the earth and the common people, and this parting was for reunion, a victorious reunion, a brilliant and brilliant reunion.

What about lifeless?

What will his parting bring?

Does he have his own relatives, lovers, friends, ......?

No one knows this because he is not a man, he is a god.

There are few gods in this generation of rivers and lakes, the god of guns.

So what is he feeling? Or is it feeling?

Maybe he won't feel it, he won't feel it, he will just enjoy it.

Enjoy the pleasure and excitement of being on the verge of life and death, and hanging by a thread, without pain or fear, even if there is that, it is also happy and exciting.

An incomprehensible, unbelievable enjoyment.

Did they continue this battle like this, and nothing stopped or affected them?

Maybe it's really little, too little.

Because Guan Yun wants to win too much, and at the same time he needs victory too much, his victory is not only related to his own brilliance and brilliance, but also the rise and fall of the Dadaomen generation and the ups and downs of the family.

None of this allowed him to fail in the slightest.

Neither of them spoke, nor did they give each other a chance to speak.

Because they are men in the rivers and lakes, and the men in the rivers and lakes will not talk much with their mouths.

The cold wind drifted in the distance, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.

But at this moment.

The sword light is gone, the killing machine is dead, and the murderous spirit is gone.

Heaven and earth became extremely quiet and desolate.

The fallen leaves fell to the ground, the cold sweat had rolled down like beans, the red cheeks had become pale and weak, and the long beard had become messy.

There was a dull and panicked look in his eyes.

The body gradually became unstable, gradually twitched, and the big knife in his hand had hung down.

The light on the blade seemed to be no longer so cold and cold, and it became extremely dim, without a trace of luster.

The murderous intent between heaven and earth gradually receded.

The fluttering dead leaves are not rolling when they hit the ground, they are not moving, and there is no trace of vitality and passion.

What made Guan Yun change so much?

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

The pleasure and excitement in his eyes had gradually faded, and they gradually became empty, without a trace of emotion.

Staring and poking at Guan Yun like a gun, poking at Guan Yun's big knife.

His body and broadsword were twitching constantly, and the murderous intent and murderous aura no longer existed, and he had changed.

The murderous intent and murderous aura had been defeated alive, and the spirit and soul had suddenly collapsed in this instant.

No growth long sigh. "I'll let you know."

Guan Yun wanted to say something, but the corners of his mouth were stiff, and he couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, he raised his sword from the ground and volleyed into the air, screaming like a beast and shooting into the distance like an arrow.

In the distance is the carriage.

The cold wind drifted by, the withered grass and trees swayed wildly, and the dead leaves hung down softly, and they didn't move.

The car never moved, and Liu ecstasy held the sleeping Yang Qing and shook gently, his head hanging down, as if he didn't want others to see his panicked and frightened face.

The smile on Yang Qing's face was indescribably sweet and joyful, and her dream seemed to be extremely sweet and joyful.

The two horses were already gently stepping on the ground, as if they were not happy with it, and the mud on the ground had completely soaked their hooves.

There was no rain, and the air was extremely dry and bitter.

Guan Yun stopped not far away, staring at them.

They are all the elites and strong generals in the big knife gate, they have been with him for many years, when they kill people and set fires, and lick the blood with the knife, their brows will not wrinkle, and the kung fu in their hands is learned in the blood and desperately, and they are learned with their own lives, this kind of move is not only direct, simple, but also extremely effective.

This is not something that every head coach can teach.

But now?

Guan Yun's gasping was even more intense, there was no trace of blood on his pale cheeks, and he was gradually twitching, and the big knife "ding" fell to the ground, and his person suddenly collapsed.

He slowly fell to the ground, vomiting incessantly, spitting out all the food in his stomach ......

More than a dozen burly and majestic men were cut in two from the middle, and the ...... inside the body Anyone who sees this will think of the fish-killing vendors in the vegetable market and the garbage they take out.

There was still a smile on everyone's face, a disgusting, disgusting, vomiting smile.

They held the ribbon in their hands, a pink ribbon.

The pink ribbon writhed and shook violently and frantically in his hand, 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, and indescribable ecstasy.

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 seems to be a kind of spell, a spell descended by the demons.

Evil curses, poisonous curses, evil curses.

It's a parting spell!

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, silent.

Guan Yun was silent, he had fallen to the ground and gasped.

Liu ecstasy was even more silent, she lowered her head, no one could see her cheeks, but she could see her body, which was already twitching, twitching.

She was clearly overly frightened, overly frightened.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards Guan Yun, stopping at seven feet, his eyes already staring at and poking Guan Yun like a spear.

"You're alive."

Guan Yun nodded.

"Are they dead?"

Guan Yun nodded.

"They can't do things anymore."

Guan Yun nodded.

"But you can still do things, you're not dead."

Guan Yun nodded.

"As long as you can hold the knife in your hand, a lot of things are not a big deal."

Guan Yun nodded.

He gasped and stared at the hand holding the knife, his thick and fat fingers were already trembling, and every knuckle was trembling, gradually shaking even more.

"I still ......."

He didn't finish the words that came to his mouth, as if he couldn't speak.

Nothingness is already sighing. "You can, your knife skills are very good."

Guan Yun nodded.

Wusheng stretched out his hand and grabbed it gently, and the knife not far away had reached his hand.

He held the blade of the knife and handed the handle to Guan Yun, straight in front of Guan Yun. "As long as you stand up and hold the big knife, nothing will be fine."

Guan Yun struggled to stand up, stretched out his hand, and grasped the hilt of the knife.

The lifeless stone turned around, unwilling to look at him, and walked to the carriage.

A cold wind has gradually drifted between heaven and earth, and the cold wind is like a knife.

The falling leaves are Xiaoxiao, and the falling leaves have immediately merged with the earth, and even the cold wind can't blow them away.

The withered yellow leaves were instantly dyed blood-red, bloody-red.

Guan Yun held the big knife and stared at Wusheng.

His breathing had gradually subsided, his body had gradually stabilized, his pale cheeks had gradually turned red, and even every bone joint holding the knife seemed extremely calm.

The long beard was already fluttering in the cold wind, the phoenix's eyes had gradually narrowed, and the gaze had gradually become extremely cold and cold.

The blood on his beard was gradually drifting away, and his hand was already gently caressing.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Wusheng turned around, staring and poking at him like gunheads, silent.

"Why didn't you just kill me?"

Silent without life.

There was a trace of emotion in his empty eyes, staring and poking at his hand and the big knife in his hand.

"You are gracious to me."

Silent without life.

"But I still want to kill you and strengthen my big sword."

Silent without life.

"If you let me go today, we will meet tomorrow, and we will still have a duel."

All life was looking at him, "Do you know why I didn't kill you?" ”

Guan Yun didn't understand and didn't speak.

"Because you are Guan Yun, there is no second Guan Yun in the world."

Guan Yun was silent, his eyebrows trembled slightly, but his eyes were even colder and more indifferent.

"The world is big, confidants are easy to find, but opponents are hard to find."

Guan Yun was silent, but he was already nodding.

"You live well, we still have a chance to meet."

"What about today?"

"Today is enough, but today, anytime."

Guan Yun nodded and stopped talking.

When he stopped talking, his body suddenly turned around and walked into the distance.

Cold, merciless, cruel afar.

Wusheng sighed, staring and poking at Guan Yun's departing back with empty empty eyes, as if he wanted to poke Guan Yun to death on the ground.