There was no wind.

White clouds fluttering, no moonlight.

So the Sword King did not endure the painful torment, he stared at the horizon.

He seemed to hope that the white clouds would not leave, not disperse.

But sooner or later it will dissipate, and the pain will always come.

The wine is gone, and the words are empty.

There seemed to be no more topics to talk about between them, and the Sword King seemed to be reluctant to talk anymore.

Maybe he really looks down on this kind of person, this kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

This kind of ruthless and unrighteous person really should go to hell as soon as possible, reincarnate as soon as possible, and be transformed from a new human being.

So he laughed, because they were the opposite.

Death is a nightmare and a nightmare for the matchmaker, and he is so afraid that he will go crazy and go crazy.

Death is the opposite for the Sword King, it is really a kind of enjoyment, the only way to escape the torture of being alive is death, he wants to die, but he can't.

The clouds on the horizon are gradually becoming transparent, and the moonlight is gradually appearing, a round, hazy moonlight.

The Sword King's heart gradually increased, and his body gradually became unstable.

The matchmaker sat on the bow of the boat, staring at the sword king's expression, and gradually showed happiness.

"You're going to go on again?"

The Sword King stared at the sky, silent, but nodded.

There was not a trace of blood on his pale cheeks, not a trace of vitality, as if he had been completely conquered by that painful torture, and completely surrendered.

But why did his eyes show a look of great worry and concern?

Is there a loved one in the distance who is suffering? Are you worried about this person's safety?

The clouds on the horizon have gradually dispersed, and the moonlight has gradually appeared.

Willow ecstasy stared at the moonlight.

The moonlight was hazy, and her eyes were even hazy, revealing indescribable pity and sympathy.

Yang Qing stared at Liu's ecstatic cheeks, her cheeks were thin and transparent, close to the transparency of death.

"Are you thinking about the Sword King and the Welcome Song?"

"Yes."

"They may be fine, they won't die."

Liu ecstasy shook his head, "If they die, it's fine." ”

"You want them to die?"

"Yes." Liu ecstasy gasped delicately, "If they die, they will not suffer the torture of not being dead or alive." ”

Yang Qing sighed deeply, and she didn't know what to say at all.

When Liu ecstasy worries about others, isn't he also suffering? Why is she always worried and concerned about others? But you don't care about yourself?

She herself was on the verge of dying, about to lose her life, to lose everything. Why worry about them?

Wusheng sighed deeply, put Liu Ecstasy down, and rested his palm on her back.

Then he gritted his teeth, and the internal force poured into her body in a frenzy.

She was also gritting her teeth, gritting her teeth and saying word by word, "You guys go, I can't do it." ”

Speechless, he gradually gasped, and the muscles on his cheeks were gradually covered with sweat.

The crystal sweat is indescribably clear and bright under the moonlight.

There was no wind, the branches did not shake, and the bare stumps looked indescribably miserable and desolate in the moonlight.

The green leaves have drifted away, the prosperity has fallen, what is left?

There may only be countless vicissitudes and sorrows.

Yang Qing stared at Liu Ecstasy, and then stared at Wusheng.

Wusheng gasped, "Come here, come here." ”

He didn't say what he had done in the past, nor what he needed, but she had understood that their hearts had come together and understood each other as if they had been united in countless disasters.

Yang Qing carefully wiped the sweat off his cheeks and the sweat on his body.

Wusheng nodded, as if satisfied.

There was still no emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking ahead like a spear.

There was only smoke in front of her, and the smoke was getting thicker, and her face gradually became ruddy, as ruddy as a girl in love.

The girl is amorous, and she is more affectionate.

She is not only affectionate, but also kind.

Maybe it's her kindness that has led to the parting spell, and the parting of many people in the rivers and lakes.

The parting of the body, the parting of life, the parting of the spirit, all parting.

Perhaps behind the good, there is always evil hidden.

If it weren't for the kindness of Liu Ecstasy, there would be no their existence, their existence would have the existence of the parting spell, the existence of the parting spell would have a parting, and many people would have parted.

Parting is also affectionate and ruthless. There is nothing in the middle, there is nothing out of nothing, there is nothing out of nothing, there is nothing and there is nothing, and it turns into a story of grievances and grievances, a story that cannot be avoided and dispersed in the rivers and lakes.

Who can believe that the master of a generation of parting spells is so delicate? So kind?

He didn't believe it, so he came over.

The blood-red body, blood-red eyes, and a knife in the palm are also blood-red.

The sword was not unsheathed, and the man did not move.

There was no wind, but an indescribable smell of blood had risen from the heavens and the earth.

The blood has been fluttering, and the murderous spirit has been indulged.

There is also a kind of pressure between heaven and earth suddenly, an indescribable pressure, pressing everyone's heart, as if to crush everyone's heart.

There are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can bring this kind of pressure to others, and there are not many people who smell so bloody.

Maybe there's only one, only one.

Red snow.

This person was a red snow, and his blood-red eyes seemed to be made of blood condensation.

There is no emotion in it, and he has no emotion, but there is anger and resentment.

His eyes stared motionlessly at the lifeless, staring at every corner of the lifeless body, slowly staring around.

The lifeless body was unstable and twitched gently,......。

So Hongxue smiled.

His smile was peculiar and eerie, stiff and cold.

The smiles on most of the people's faces were good-looking, but he was an exception, and the kind of smile that looked even uglier than a ghost in the cold, hazy moonlight.

Yang Qing wiped the sweat from Wusheng's cheeks, and immediately hid behind, unwilling to look at him again.

As if he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep if he looked at him, for fear of having nightmares in his sleep.

A cruel smile was already fluttering, and he nodded, feeling satisfied.

Liu Ecstasy has been seriously injured, Wusheng is already impressing the internal force, and everything seems to be very beautiful.

It's wonderful to kill them.

But when he saw the gun in Wusheng's hand, the smile on his cheeks had condensed.

The lifeless body trembled everywhere, but the hand holding the gun was still very steady, surprisingly steady, unbelievably steady, and even more daring to approach.

He stood upright like a stone statue, his empty eyes without a trace of expression, without a trace of change, staring and poking at the red snow like a spear, as if he was going to stab him alive on the ground.

Hongxue was silent or moved, but the smell of blood grew stronger.

"Are you Hongxue, one of the three reds?"

Hongxue nodded.

"There are only three reds in the door?"

Hongxue nodded.

"You're the most powerful red?"

Hongxue nodded.

"Is your knife good?"

Hongxue was silent, staring at the knife in his palm, and the blood-red knife did not move.

He seemed to be pondering something.

"My knife is okay, but I don't know if your gun is okay?"

The lifeless stone statue did not move, the hand still did not leave the back of the willow ecstasy, and the internal force was still surging wildly.

"My gun wants to tell you something about the knife in your hand."

"What's the matter?"

"Your knife won't work."

Hongxue's face was deformed and stiffened.

This sentence is like a whip in hell, and it has been whipped Hongxue's body.

Hongxue gradually smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at your gun."

Speechless, his eyes staring and poking at Hongxue's body, his eyes darker than guns, more unbearable.

"Your gun is weak, and you can't fire a lethal shot."

Silent without life.

"That's why you're talking more to stall for time, aren't you?"

Silent without life.

The cold sweat on the cheeks that was as hard, calm, and steady as a stone statue was even more.

He can't speak, has he been told by Hongxue? Is the gun in his hand weak? Can't deliver the fatal blow anymore?

Yang Qing was silent, she lowered her head and stared at the earth.

The earth is full of residual leaves, and the motionless residual leaves appear extremely desolate and desolate, without a trace of vitality and vitality.

The sky is silent, and the hanging moon on the horizon seems more indifferent and cold.

Hongxue smiled.

"Did I say yes?"

Silent without life.

"My knife can kill you in one fell swoop?"

Silent without life.

"My knife wants to tell you that your gun doesn't work, not at all."

Silent without life.

"The spear god is speechless, the spear is weak, and in today's battle, he will turn into death."

Silent without life.

His hand slowly tightened the handle of the knife, and the knife slowly unsheathed.

The scabbard is blood-red, and the blade is blood-red.

Whoever it is, it can already be seen that this is a knife that does not often leave blood.

This knife may exist to drink blood, the person who holds the knife may be born to kill, he kills, maybe not why, maybe he is too lazy to go for what?

Lifeless eyes stared at the slowly unsheathed knife like a spear, "Good knife." ”

Hongxue nodded.

"But I don't know if the person who holds the knife is a good hand."

"It just wants to see if the gun in your hand is a good one?"

Silent without life.

Hongxue was silent.

Their words have come to an end, and the end of their words is death, and Hongxue is lifeless.

It was as if the lifeless life was already hanging in the balance.

The knife has not yet come out of the sheath, it comes out very slowly, slowly, but the person is very excited, excited and exciting.

Liu opened her eyes delicately and stared ahead.

The eyes are indescribably gentle, ecstatic and kind, and there is nothing strange about it, nor do they make strange movements.

Just staring at the red snow.

The corners of Hongxue's eyes were already beating, and cold sweat had broken out on the corners of his forehead, as if there was an inexplicable pressure pressing on him.

The knife was unsheathed, and its body was suddenly motionless.

He felt his back completely soaked, soaked with cold sweat.

A cold voice floated not far behind, "Very good." ”

Red Snow was silent.

"That's it, don't move."

Red Snow was silent.

"You are very well-behaved, and very well-behaved people will live longer."

Hongxue lowered her head and stared at the knife, but the knife did not move.

The blood-red knife seemed to be unsheathed.

"You are no exception, and you can live a little longer."

"Who are you?"

"I'm not human."

"Are you a ghost?"

"No, I'm an eagle."

"What eagle?"

"The Murderous Eagle."

"Can you kill?"

Not far away, a smile was already wafting out, an icy smile.

"I'm only going to kill people, nothing else."

"Can you kill me?"

"Absolutely."