There was no wind.

The rain is long, and the bones are lonely.

The bones were already cold, and the blood that flowed out was extremely sluggish and slow.

"You're a soft commodity, a useless soft commodity."

Laughter fluttering, ridicule ripples.

This sentence is like a whip, a whip in hell, a whip that tortures evil spirits.

A maddening, bitter whip.

The quick knife was already suffering and mad under the whip, but his body was still calm, calm and steady.

The knife in his hand is still steady, steady and calm.

He stared at King Kong deadly, just like the bride under the groom's body under the candles in the cave room, staring at his beloved Lang Jun, expecting and cheerful, but the fast knife was expecting and dying.

It's not your own life, it's someone else's life.

There is no chance of choice, no chance of escape.

There is only life and death, either death, death is defeat, and the result of defeat is to fall and part.

Parting of the body, parting of life, parting of the soul, parting of the spirit.

All parted.

The extremely common and ordinary parting on the rivers and lakes, the bloody parting.

This is the rivers and lakes.

Cold-blooded, ruthless, extinct rivers and lakes.

Cold, murderous, vicious Jianghu people.

Sinful, desolate, tragic affairs.

To win is to live, to live is to win, and the biggest result of a winner is to live.

Living can win more lives, and as long as you don't die, you can win forever.

A rain of dead leaves swayed and swayed among them, hanging down like dead flesh, and did not move when it landed.

It was as if it was crushed by an invisible force, and it fell to the death.

King Kong glanced at the Blood King, and the smile on his face became stiff and strange.

"Is he dead?"

This sentence is nonsense, it should not be said, and there is no need to say it.

But now that it came out of his mouth, it seemed necessary and necessary.

The knife does not move, but it cannot fail to answer.

"Yes."

"His body is not picked up, is it?"

"Yes."

"Still on the ground, isn't it?"

"Yes."

These sentences are the same, there is nothing strange about them, and there is nothing special about them.

There is nothing special about the person who asks, there is nothing special about the person who answers, and everything seems nothing special.

Maybe the next sentence becomes something special.

King Kong stared at the knife in Kuaidao's hand, and slowly slid into the body in Kuaidao's arms, a cold, stiff body.

"Why can't he put it down?"

The quick knife gritted his teeth and slowly put the bones down.

The cold, stiff bones were already in the rain, and the cold rain was already pounding, impacting the sins and anger of his life.

The blood was still flowing, slowly.

Kuaidao didn't look at him, walked towards King Kong, and stopped at seven feet.

The deep footprints behind were instantly filled with rainwater, and then full and flowed slowly ahead.

The smile on King Kong's face slowly ceased to stiffen, and became more crazy, fierce, and sarcastic.

Kuaidao stared at King Kong, the hat woven of bamboo had been completely washed through by the rain, the rain had already seeped in, and the hair was already soaked.

Light smoke was slowly rising from the top of the hat, like light smoke from the stove.

Swaying slowly.

The body didn't move, and neither did the knife.

His eyes didn't move, staring at King Kong, every muscle on King Kong's body, full of vitality and strength.

Crazy, fierce and sarcastic smiles fluttered, fluttering as if inviting.

Hands-on invitation, desperate invitation, dueling invited.

Invite death, either you die or the other person dies.

King Kong didn't move, but he sighed.

"A quick knife is always a fast knife."

Kuaidao didn't speak.

His eyes were already talking, and so was the cold knife.

tells about his own murderous aura, his own killing intent, and his own killing intention.

The cold, cruel rain flowed from his eyes, rolling down from his sockets and drooping, and he didn't seem to feel it.

The green tendons on his arms have gradually turned up like poisonous snakes, calmly and steadily.

The knife didn't move, and the cold, cruel rain suddenly splashed out and flew far away.

King Kong shook his head, but he didn't know if it was rain or sweat.

"You still know me."

"Lord of the village, quick knife."

The quick knife stared at King Kong, staring at every strong, hard muscle on King Kong's body.

"I know you too."

King Kong was silent, already waiting.

"You're a parting spell."

King Kong was silent, already nodding.

"You are not the master of the parting spell, because the master of the parting spell will never just wear a pair of pants and dangle around to kill."

King Kong was silent, already nodding, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger.

"You are not the Four Heavenly Kings, nor are you the Two Great Dharma Protectors."

King Kong gritted his teeth, already nodding. "You seem to know quite a bit."

"You're a personal King Kong."

"Yes."

"Are you really King Kong's incorruptible body?"

"Why don't you try it?"

The knife is silent.

King Kong was silent.

The cold light on the blade gradually became more cold and cold.

The green tendons on the arm holding the knife have become calmer and more stable, and there is no change.

No change is perhaps the biggest change.

A light flashed in the eyes of the fast knife, a cold, cruel light.

Knife light.

The sword flashed, just a flash.

Suddenly disappeared again, the knife light suddenly broke, and the blade suddenly broke.

Kuaidao's body had fallen not far away, and his face suddenly became cold and stiff.

The pale hand suddenly let go, and the half-cut knife fell "poof" and plunged straight into the earth.

Kuaidao stared at King Kong and stood deadly.

There is no knife in the hand of the fast knife, and the fast knife without the knife is not bullshit, and the shit is not.

The blade of the sword has been broken, the killing has been cut off, what about his people?

The cold light in his eyes had disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"You are indeed King Kong's incorruptible body."

King Kong was silent, the muscles on his cheeks were already beating, and they kept beating.

Then he fell, and a mouthful of blood had splattered out.

He struggled to his feet, the smile on his lips still there, a crazy, fierce, and sarcastic smile fluttering towards his victory.

"How are you?"

The quick knife was silent, and the hand holding the knife lowered slightly, without a trace of movement.

The viper-like towering tendons had gradually shrunk and had become less vibrant.

The cold, brutal rain has gradually stopped.

The quick knife didn't move, the hand holding the knife didn't move, and the rain drops rolled down from the fingers.

King Kong walked towards the quick knife and walked over directly, without stopping at seven feet.

He walked over and ripped off the hand holding the knife.

He tore off his arm as if it was easy and simple for a naughty boy to tear off a clay doll.

The knife is broken, and so is the hand.

What about people?

The quick knife didn't move, staring at King Kong deadly, staring at King Kong and tearing off his arm.

It was as if the arm wasn't his own.

"Are you feeling bad?" The smile on King Kong's face was even stronger.

There was nothing to say and nothing to say.

He has no knife in his hand, and without a knife is failure, and failure is parting.

Parting is death.

He turned around, not looking at King Kong, and walked towards the wanderer.

It's not fast, but it's still steady.

What does it feel like to be alone in the face of death? Isn't it painful? Isn't it sad? Or is it very vicious? ......。

Kuaidao didn't have any of this, and he knelt down in front of the body of the wandering ghost, his face looking extremely calm, as calm as if he was about to die.

He took the hand of the wanderer and lowered his head as if in thought.

Then his body burst into flames,......。

He shattered the muscles and veins of his body and died.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The spear-like eyes have retracted from afar, and they are already staring and poking King Kong like spearheads, as if they want to stab King Kong alive on the ground.

His words were more like the head of a gun, poking King Kong.

"You won."

King Kong gasped, picked up the Blood King, walked towards Lifeless, and stopped at seven feet.

"Yes."

"You can keep winning."

"Yes."

"You can still find me to duel."

King Kong was silent, and the crazy, fierce and sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly condensed, condensed alive.

"You didn't come here to find someone to duel?"

"Yes."

"I'm not here to kill the quick knife."

"Yes."

"The country has its laws, the family has its own rules, and you have violated the blood rules of the parting curse? Isn't it? ”

King Kong was silent, his eyes had dimmed, a very gloomy, sad dimness.

"Yes, I didn't follow the blood rules, but I'll take matters into my own hands."

There was no life, and the empty eyes were already staring and poking into the distance.

There is no rain in the distance, and there is no rain here.

Yang Qing gripped the cloak and held it tighter.

Her heart and his soul seem to have been shocked by these people, she can live well, why should she die, why can't she live properly?

I have never seen this kind of thing before, and I will not believe it, let alone understand it.

What now?

She has seen a lot of things that she has not seen before, and she has gradually understood many things, and she has gradually understood the rivers and lakes.

Jianghu people and Jianghu affairs.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

This sentence sounds extremely light, extremely calm.

But how many people can understand the grief and pain inside? Helpless and unwilling?

King Kong had turned around and was about to leave.

"Did you break the blood rules?"

This sentence seems to be a kind of blood curse, a bloody blood curse.

King Kong suddenly stopped, stopped moving, as if he had been cursed alive, he was powerless, unable to leave.

You can only stand in place, waiting for death, waiting for reincarnation.

No one saw his cheeks, but they saw his back, which was already trembling slightly.

Anyone could see that his spirit and soul were trembling at this moment.

Yang Qing couldn't believe that this sentence was said by Liu Ecstasy.

Liu ecstasy stood delicately, standing under the eaves of the temple, staring at King Kong.

King Kong was silent, motionless, already waiting.

"Do you deserve to be punished by the blood rules?"

"Yes."

"You're not afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid, but I have to die."

"You don't want to die yet?"

"But I have violated the blood rules, and those in the parting spell will accept death as long as they violate the blood rules."

"Yes, but ......."

"But what?"

"But now that it's not raining, you may be forgiven for your transgressions, and you may be able to live well, for the dead."

King Kong was silent.

His body trembled more violently and more frantically.

Then it walks away, goes into the distance, goes to disappear.

Liu's face is still so tempting, ecstatic, so delicate and powerless.

The color of temptation and ecstasy in the eyes is even stronger, so thick that it can make most normal men emotional and estrus.