Gunhua lowered her head, staring at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

A stone-like body, a black gun.

The body doesn't move, and the gun doesn't move.

His smile gradually disappeared, the cheerful twitching of his body gradually subsided, his body gradually regained its composure and stability, and the color of resentment and pain gradually drifted in his eyes.

The deeper the resentment and pain in the eyes, the calmer and more stable the body.

The cold wind was fluttering, and the dead leaves were swaying and rolling indiscriminately.

A voice has drifted between heaven and earth, "It's time to do it." ”

Soft flowers seem to be around, as if they are on the horizon, invisible and intangible.

It was as if he really was a ghost, really an invisible ghost.

The spear flower has been shot, the tip of the gun is picky, and Wusheng has been provoked.

He was no different from a mortal, the blood of his body was red, and it didn't flow very quickly, nor very slowly.

The spear did not penetrate his body, as if it could no longer be penetrated.

Gunhua sneered, his hand was already shaking, Wusheng was also shaking, his life seemed to be about to be shaken to death by Gunhua.

But he still hasn't changed.

The stone statue swayed, there was not a trace of pain on the stone cheeks, and the eyes were closed.

Do you not want to see this person? Or are you unwilling to face the fate of imminent death?

Man is dying, and it is useless to endure, this is fate.

Fate could not be changed, and he had sighed softly, as if he had gently felt the taste of imminent death.

Everyone has to feel the taste of death, and he is no exception.

But at this moment, the gun was suddenly retracted.

The men and horses neighed and screamed.

The cold wind fluttered, and they suddenly stopped moving, and their bodies suddenly changed.

A maddening, devastating change.

This is not a change in the world, by no means it, only in hell there is such a cruel and vicious change.

Suddenly, all they had left was a pile of bloody bones.

The blood had flowed to the spring, and the dry bones were white and white in the night.

Wusheng struggled to open his eyes, and saw a person parked not far away.

Pitch-black clothes, bloody knives.

A pair of eyes seemed to be gems, sparkling with an icy light.

He just stared at the lifeless silently, as if he were a dead leaf on the ground, as if he had suffered all the torture and grief under the sky.

The knife did not go into the sheath, because there was no scabbard.

The man did not move, nor did the knife, and drops of blood had rolled off the tip of the knife and onto the dead leaves.

He stared at the lifeless body, the stone-like body already flowing with blood and his own life.

His life soon ran out.

Didn't speak, didn't move.

The dead leaves rolled up and floated to lifeless, swaying twice beside him and then drifting away.

What about the flesh and skin of their bodies?

Was it eaten by this man? Is he the devil? The devil who eats people?

The man gasped softly, "Are you a spear god without life?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"So you can't die yet."

He didn't understand.

"Because you've made a war with the parting spell."

He was silent, he understood.

"I am the Four Heavenly Kings, the Farewell Sword King."

As he spoke, he turned his head to stare at a pile of dry bones, which were gradually drying up.

The blood had gradually drained, and a pile of shiny dry bones appeared, clean dry bones, clean as if they were a perfect work of art.

The sky is forested, the wind is blowing, and the chill is even stronger.

The pink ribbon has been writhing and shaking violently and frantically in the dead claws, as if it is a rattlesnake in passion and excitement, as if it wants to shake to death, 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.

Parting spell.

The Sword King stared at Wusheng, his breathing gradually stabilized, and then he spoke.

"The gun god is lifeless, and he has not insulted this name."

Silent without life.

"We still have a duel."

Wusheng nodded.

"So you can't die at their hands."

Wusheng nodded.

"You have to live well, the knife in my hand likes your gun, I like it very much."

Wusheng nodded.

No one understands what it means to be like each other? Is it a single like? Or is it the comfort and passion of a duel? Or is it a kind of respect for one's opponents?

There is respect between friends, but what about opponents? Is there also a kind of admiration and respect that goes deep into the heart?

Wusheng sighed deeply, he understood this admiration and respect.

Maybe they are just a kind of person, a kind of person who has no friends and only opponents, so only opponents are admired and respected.

The admiration and respect between opponents is actually more genuine and explicit than the admiration and respect between friends.

They are rivals, so they admire and respect each other.

The blood on the blade had fallen, but the cold light was still formidable.

He went lifeless.

Wusheng said word by word, "You go quickly." ”

He said three words, and those three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

The Sword King obviously heard it, but he didn't leave or move.

His body was immobile, there was no strength left, and the muscles in his cheeks were throbbing.

Then he fell limply, and when he fell, he could not stand up, and he was limp without a trace of strength.

There was a smell of withering and withering grass and trees wafting from the distant mountains, and there was an extra fragrance.

He sniffed it, and it gradually became very fragrant, a fragrance that penetrated deep into the body and soul, and the fragrance made the body gradually soft and weak, soft and powerless to want to fall,......。

The Sword King gritted his teeth, he had understood everything, he had understood why Wusheng didn't move? Do you also understand why Wusheng closes his eyes?

There was already a look of extreme helplessness and sadness in his eyes.

Then he closed his eyes too, unwilling to open them again.

He had obviously accepted death, accepted parting, and there was no duel, desperate death, and parting, which was not the greatest pain and sorrow in their hearts.

The knife "ding" fell, rolling down not far away, as if it had parted with its owner.

The blade gradually lost the chill, the imminent chill and murderous aura.

At this moment a woman floated out and floated between them.

She was not very beautiful, nor very ugly, her clothes were neither gorgeous nor sloppy, and the expression on her face was neither joyful nor sad, and everything seemed calm, and she looked at them calmly.

Then he stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was an extra knife in his hand, a knife that flashed with cold light, flashing like the eyes of the sword king.

The Sword King had closed his eyes, unwilling to stare at the man.

I don't care what this person is like.

She stared at Wusheng, "I am the flower in the Wanhua Building, fragrant and soft flowers." ”

This is said very calmly, and the people who listen are even calmer, as if the little daughter-in-law is telling about her loneliness and emptiness.

There was no loneliness or emptiness on her face, only calm.

She didn't look at Wusheng, and walked towards the Sword King, "I'm in the Wanhua Building, and I'm fragrant and soft." ”

The Sword King nodded.

"I also know you, you are the Four Heavenly Kings in the Parting Spell, the Parting Sword King."

The Sword King nodded.

"The state has national laws, and the building has building rules, you just killed the wind and rain gun, didn't you?"

The Sword King nodded.

"So you were killed by me, aren't you wronged?"

The Sword King nodded.

This is very fair and reasonable, so he will not object to it, and he cannot oppose it.

Soft Flower nodded, silent, as if she understood what he was thinking.

Wusheng used to close his eyes, but now he has opened them.

What he saw now was exactly the body of the Sword King, and the soft flower calmly inserted the knife into the body of the Sword King, inserted and pulled out, pulled out and inserted again.

Blood splattered and splashed on her cheeks, and she didn't seem to feel it, and as if she had long been used to this kind of murderous day, so she seemed calm.

She pulled out the knife, gently wiped the sweat from the corner of her forehead, paused, and stared at Wusheng, "Don't worry, it'll be you soon." ”

This sentence is also very calm, as if he is afraid that Wusheng will be in a hurry.

Wusheng is not in a hurry to die.

The cold wind swept and the dead leaves rolled undulatingly, as if the wild ghosts of hell were screaming and wailing.

She doesn't look like a killer when she kills, and a generation of famous flowers now looks like a little daughter-in-law on and off the pot, on the bed, who has been tortured by housework and her husband from extreme fatigue and powerlessness.

The cold wind drifted into her trousers, and she twitched, looking very desolate and miserable.

The Sword King had long since passed away, and the blood on her body was flowing extremely slowly, very slowly, and she didn't have to work so hard to kill.

Because the Sword King has long since died, but she still hasn't stopped, she is still killing, even if she is tired to death, she doesn't want to stop.

Lying on the ground like a lifeless stone statue, the stone statue was silent.

The empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, staring and poking the soft flowers like spearheads, as if they were going to poke the soft flowers to death on the ground.

Soft Flower raised her head and stared at Wusheng, her eyes were calm, and there was a faint tiredness and weakness.

Why did she kill so much? The Sword King is obviously dead, and what she is killing now is no longer a human, but a ghost.

"Are you in a hurry and want to be killed by me?"

Silent without life.

"Isn't it special that I kill people?"

Silent without life.

"I promise to be killed like this, it's comfortable, it's painful."

Silent without life.

"You will also be honored, because ordinary people, I don't kill people."

Silent without life.

She licked the blood from the knife and closed her eyes, as if in contemplation, as if in enjoyment.

"Do you already admire me?"

Speechless, already sighing.

"Are you expecting me to kill you?"

Silent without life.

"I'm very patient with killing." She smiled, and in her smile, she didn't know whether to be satisfied or excited. "Guess how long it took me to last kill?"

Silent without life.

He couldn't guess, and he didn't want to.

"I killed that man for three days and three nights, and I called him three days and three nights." There was a smug look in her smile, "Have you never seen such a killing?" ”

She was serious and detailed, but it sounded like a story, and only in a story would she kill someone like that.

Wusheng was already sighing, had closed his eyes, and did not want to look at this person again.

This man really doesn't look like a person, he really looks like a ghost.