In the distance, the last remnant leaves of the ancient tree fell, and there was no movement on the ground.

The icy wind has faded away.

The low-hanging sunlight did not have a trace of heat, and the chill between heaven and earth was even stronger.

The lifeless eyes have drifted to the residual leaf, without a trace of vitality, a residual leaf with a trace of vitality.

Then the stone statue did not move, and the stone statue was silent.

Yingkesong didn't move, he still looked at the lifeless, looking at the lifeless back, and every muscle on the back seemed to be made of stone.

Hard, calm and steady.

The wood pulp was next to the scalp, and Wusheng seemed to have been completely hit by this blow, completely crushed, and completely unable to move.

There is no trace of emotion, no trace of pain, and no trace of sadness in the empty eyes.

The white clouds on the horizon were long, as if they were already miserable for their miserable fate.

The welcome pine was already laughing, and the laughter was bursting, shaking the dust on the ground.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Silent and silent, it seemed that he was silent and said nothing more to him.

But a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of Yingkesong's mouth, and he suddenly fell down.

The hand is released and the pulp falls to the ground.

Behind him stood a man, a man with a sword.

Sen Han's sword light fluttered, but there was no trace of murderous intent in his eyes, no trace of murderous aura, and no trace of killing intent.

There was no wind, so the tears in his eyes were still flowing down his cheeks, slowly flowing down, not knowing where or when.

Their fate is perhaps even more so.

He stared at the blood on the blade of his sword, and with a slight blow, the blood was gone.

The blood had splashed, it had fluttered, it had merged with the tears that flowed from his cheeks, it had splashed, it had fluttered.

No one can describe the power of that sword, no one can describe that touch of sadness, and no one can describe how desolate and sad the blood and tears blown away from the blade of the sword were.

Wusheng turned around and stared at the man's expression as he slowly unsheathed his sword.

This generation of people in the rivers and lakes is used to blowing off the blood on the blade of the sword, maybe there is only one, but fortunately there is only one.

This person is the Spring Festival Sword King.

The Sword King didn't look at Wusheng, but stared at the welcoming pine on the ground, and the welcoming pine was also staring at him.

The feelings and grievances between them seem to have been completely sublimated at this moment, and they have been properly understood, tolerated, and satisfied.

The smile on the corner of the guest's mouth was even more sad.

The sadness in the corners of the Sword King's eyes seemed to be even thicker, so thick that it could not be dissipated, and no amount of tears could be washed away.

Why is it so sad between them? A sword in the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, why is he soft at this time? Didn't hit his death hole?

He has shown mercy to his men and his sword.

Yingke Song stared at the Sword King, the sword in the sword King's hand.

The sword has been sheathed, the blade has been hidden, the sword energy has disappeared, and the killing has ended.

"You're the Sword King?"

The Sword King nodded.

"A sword in the Spring Festival, there is no living mouth under the sword, so a sword in the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold."

The Sword King nodded.

"But the sword you just used is not so clever, and it is not worth a thousand gold at all."

The Sword King stared at the welcome pine, the tears flowing in his eyes were even more, and everything he saw had become more hazy, hazy like a dream.

Bleak, sad dreams.

He smiled, "You're the Welcome Pine?" ”

Welcome Song nodded.

"The pine of welcoming guests is the only one of loyalty, so the pine of welcoming guests is righteous and covers the sky."

Welcome Song nodded.

"But when you came out just now, you weren't so great, and you weren't loyal at all."

Yingke Song stared at the Sword King, the Sword King did not move, the sword did not move, only tears moved.

There seemed to be no words between them, only tears and blood.

Yingkesong seemed to be unable to bear the sadness and pain flowing from his eyes, and only felt his stomach twitch and his stomach contracted.

And then he kept vomiting, spitting up all the food, all the pain.

The Sword King walked over slowly, slowly caressing his back.

His back twitched violently, and the Sword King's hand caressed gently.

The welcome pine was already gasping for breath and shaking his head. "You ......."

The Sword King stared at the welcome pine, and the tenderness in his eyes became softer, so soft that he couldn't even say the words in his mouth.

He did not speak, but he shook his head, as if he understood what he was saying.

Yingkesong wiped the tears from his eyes, his breathing gradually subsided, and the corners of his mouth slowly stabilized.

"We've all had a pact? Isn't it? ”

The Sword King nodded.

"Am I breaking the promise?"

The Sword King nodded.

"Am I supposed to die?"

The Sword King didn't nod or shake his head.

Yingkesong stared at the sword king, staring at the sword in his hand, the sword was unsheathed, there was no murderous aura, and there was no killing intent.

"Kill me with your sword."

The Sword King stared at his sword, which was unsheathed and shrunk back.

"You are the Sword King, the Sword King of a generation of parting spells, and you should kill those who break the contract."

The Sword King shook his head.

"Why didn't you come and kill me?"

The Sword King was silent, staring at his body, which seemed to have become extremely thin and delicate from excessive pain and torture.

"I'm also wondering why? Why the hell are you doing this? ”

Yingke Song suddenly avoided the eyes of the Sword King, the eyes of the Sword King were as gentle as water, but he couldn't face it anymore, "I really can't stand it." ”

The Sword King stared at the welcome pine, and suddenly grabbed him by the placket of his clothes, "You are not the welcome pine. ”

"I'm Welcome Pine."

"The real welcome pine is not even afraid of death, what else is afraid of."

"I'm a human being, a living person, fed up with that kind of torture, that kind of torture that doesn't die, that torture that doesn't live." ”

What kind of torture is this? What torture did they endure?

The Sword King sighed softly, a look of pity already appeared in his eyes, "So you want to turn Liu Ecstasy into a poisonous snake?" Be your plaything? ”

Yingke was silent, lowered his head and vomited, but there was nothing, and his stomach seemed to be empty.

There was no food, no bile, no more.

The Sword King gritted his teeth, "You want to kill Liu Ecstasy, do you want to live forever?" ”

The welcome pine was silent.

The Sword King shook his body vigorously.

He shook violently, as if he could not shake out and shatter all the unkind and unrighteous sins in his body.

The body seemed to be shattered, and it had become devoid of strength and vitality.

If a person's heart is dead, most of them are like this, without the courage to live, without the confidence to live, even if they can breathe, then they are not alive.

The Sword King stared at the sky, the white clouds on the horizon were long, and the sky was silent.

Everything is extremely bleak and cold.

The Sword King gasped and hugged the welcome guest tightly, just like an amorous lover hugging his beloved girl.

"It's me who shouldn't have stabbed you."

He has apologized to him.

He didn't speak, his body seemed to tremble and nothing else.

There was no wind, and the ancient tree not far away did not move, and even if it did, there would be no fallen leaves.

The fallen leaves have drifted away, and all that remains are dead branches, and the bare dead branches look extremely lonely, empty, extremely desolate, and sad.