The cold wind is fluttering, and the snow is falling and bleak.

The earth was gradually covered with silver, and gradually there was nothing but silver.

The matchmaker stared at the Sword King, staring at the Sword King's eyes, his eyes did not have a trace of vitality and vitality, as if he had lost the confidence and courage to live, but with an extremely strong desire.

What does he crave?

His eyes stared straight at the sky, on the other side of the sky, was there someone he missed? Is it always worried about him?

Is it his family? Is it his friend? Or his lover?

The wine is gone, and there are no words.

What's left? Isn't it just desperate? Is it a duel?

The Sword King seems to have lost the strength to live, and he no longer has the majesty and confidence that the Sword King should have.

Isn't all he left to do is death? Isn't it being killed by someone else?

Even if the cold wind and snow drowned the earth, it could not drown his longing and longing, which was the only weapon he had to live.

His weapon is emotion.

The matchmaker sneered, "What else can you do?" ”

The Sword King was silent, he still stared at the sky, not moving, as if he could no longer move.

The man has fallen, and the sword has broken.

What's left? Isn't it just waiting to be slaughtered by someone else?

The matchmaker's hand trembled slightly, and the blood-red thread had floated.

The Sword King struggled to his feet, and suddenly fell again.

The matchmaker laughed, sneering and crazy.

"You're the Sword King?"

The Sword King nodded.

"Where's your sword?"

The sword king was silent, and there was no sword in his hand.

Isn't a sword king without a sword just bullshit? Isn't bullshit either?

"You're going to kill me now?"

The matchmaker nodded.

"Kill me and kill the others?"

The matchmaker shook her head and stared at his hand, a hand without a sword, still stable and calm.

Isn't such a hand still murderous? Isn't there still power?

The red rope was already swaying, swaying and floating towards the Sword King.

The Sword King stared at him, staring at the red rope floating over, the red rope had gradually wrapped around his body, and gradually became very tight.

He didn't say no, and he didn't give up living.

So he was already looking at the matchmaker, and the matchmaker was already smiling happily.

Laughing funny, cute, and debauched.

How did he suddenly fall, and he couldn't stand up when he fell, and there was a scorpion on his neck.

He had been crucified alive by a scorpion.

There was not a trace of pain on his cheeks, and the funny, lovely, and debauched look remained, without a trace of change.

Suddenly there was a man standing in the snow, a man in pitch black.

He carried a basket in his hand, and the basket was covered with a thick curtain, which was also pitch black, and everything seemed extremely mysterious and strange.

Snow-white earth, pitch-black body.

He didn't glance at the Sword King, slowly picked up the two severed swords, and walked to the matchmaker, the sword light flashed.

The sword light fell on the body of the matchmaker, the matchmaker had parted, and his body had parted.

Suddenly, blood splattered out, and hot blood had fallen onto the icy snow.

Suddenly the snow and the blood fused.

The man threw the two swords in front of the sword king, and said nothing.

The sword king was silent, and the sword qi hilt did not pick up the tip of the sword.

The man stared at the sword king, stared at his hand holding the sword, and gradually laughed loudly, and gradually became happy. "You can still hold a sword."

The Sword King nodded, lowered his head and stared at the tip of the sword, and did not make any movement, as if he was contemplating, contemplating something distressing.

Suddenly, the tip of the sword had floated up, and it was reunited with the sword body, and suddenly it had been reunited.

The sword light flashed, and the sword aura fluttered.

There is no murderous intent, no killing intent, no killing intent.

But it still has a compelling edge and power, the kind of edge and power that people can't face.

The man smiled, "I really didn't misunderstand you, you are really still the Sword King, the Four Heavenly Kings in the Parting Spell, the Sword King." ”

The Sword King didn't move, staring at this person coldly, the sword light gradually became colder, and his heart gradually became colder.

He didn't speak, as if he didn't have to.

Not far away, the scabbard suddenly floated up and floated towards the scabbard.

The hand did not move, the sword did not move, the scabbard had moved, and the scabbard suddenly drowned the sword deadly, drowning invisible.

The Sword King sighed slowly, "I don't know you. ”

"You don't have to know me, you just need to remember that you are the Sword King."

The Sword King didn't understand.

"If you're alive, you can't live like that."

The Sword King didn't understand, he really couldn't live like this, he still had something to do, he might only have that thing to do when he lived, and he didn't want to do anything else.

The man had sighed deeply, sighing and staring ahead, and there was nothing but silver and white in front of him.

The Sword King seemed to have seen his own business.

This person didn't look at the Sword King, and suddenly he had floated up, suddenly disappeared, and disappeared into nothingness.

The Sword King stared at his vanishing back, and his eyes gradually glowed, a strong and excited light.

Ahead was the forest, and he had strode towards it.

He is still the king of swords, and he is still the king of swords worth a thousand gold in the Spring Festival.

Maybe a swordsman's heart has not been broken, so the sword in his hand will never be broken.

The sword is already in the hand, and the man is already on the journey.

Loneliness, empty sacrifice, distant, great contribution.

The cold wind was blowing, and the sky was gradually silvery.

Wusheng tied the cloak to Yang Qing's body, already staring outside, and the snow outside gradually became more intense and more hideous.

It is as if it is a lonely, empty monster, pouring out a piece of its confession to the hard, merciless earth, which is also silvery.

Yang Qing grabbed his hand, and his heart gradually warmed and gradually became very happy.

"You ......."

The words were still not spoken, but they were not drowned by fear, but by emotion, drowning.

Wusheng caressed her back, just caressing it gently, her face had become red, red like a hijab in a cave room, indescribably bright, amorous, and charming.

The young master was already laughing, but he immediately stopped.

He had seen so many of these things that he was disgusted and annoyed.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, handed him a bowl of wine on the table, and smiled stupidly, as if she was laughing at a cute and evil little naughty boy.

The young master also smiled, drank the wine with a smile, and then closed his mouth and said nothing.

Staring outside, it seems that the outside brings only distress to others, only loneliness and emptiness.

The pity on Liu's cheeks gradually became more intense, and gradually became unstable, he walked to the table and poured all the wine, "Embrace the wine and lean on the fragrance of dreams, forget the sorrow in your heart, the red dust wine sweeps, and there are Qionglou everywhere." ”

She lifted a bowl of wine and drank it down, slowly lowering it and staring at them.

They also walked to the table and drank the wine from their bowls.

Their faces were already hot, a delightful heat.

Liu ecstasy didn't look at the others, walked towards Yinbai, walked into Yinbai.

She hadn't gone far when she suddenly collapsed and fell into the snow, but she was already gritting her teeth and struggling to get up.

She struggled to get up before she smiled, and her body had floated into the arms of a man.

The man's body stood upright like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue, and his empty eyes were staring and poking at the front like a spear, as if he wanted to stab everything in front of him to death.

"You look good when you hold a woman."

Silent without life.

"I think there are a lot of women who want to be held like this by you."

Silent without life.

Yang Qing was about to explode, but she didn't speak.

Black Hawk's hand never left the hilt of the sword, his heart seemed to have merged with the sword heart, the sword was him, and he was also the sword.

When the heart moves, the sword moves, and when the sword moves, the heart moves.

Everyone could see that as long as his sword was unsheathed, it would deliver a fatal blow.

Wusheng didn't look at him, staring ahead.

The snow is falling ahead, and the lonely road is lonely.

A lone eagle was already hanging low, hissing and screaming.

The Black Hawk swept up, flipped over in the air, and was close to the lone eagle.

The lone eagle suddenly landed on his shoulder, hissing and wailing, as if telling of his misfortune and calamity.

Black Hawk's body was unstable, he was already breathing, and it seemed to be losing control.

The lone eagle on its shoulders has floated high, rushing to the sky like an arrow, and suddenly rushing to the earth, and suddenly it has become one with the earth, forever.

Snow white slowly stained with blood red.

The cold wind was blowing, and it was vaguely as if the terrible and tragic eagle cry could be heard.

It wasn't the sound of an eagle, it was the howl of a hell's worst ghost.

What is it that makes an eagle so sad? Is his master gone? Or do you lose the courage and faith to live?

The Black Eagle screamed wildly, as if enchanted, and frantically pounced into the distance.

Did he already know something ominous was going on? Do you already know what the lone eagle is saying?

The eagle is dead, the man is mad.

Tears suddenly rolled in Liu's ecstatic eyes, as if he couldn't control it and couldn't face it.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, and a light smoke floated up towards the Black Hawk.

The cold, merciless snow fluttered, the black eagle was gone, and the lifeless had suddenly fallen, falling to the ground.

Wusheng struggled to get up, and suddenly fell down again, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spat out.

Liu ecstasy caressed his cheeks, but there was still no trace of emotion on his cheeks, let alone a trace of pain and sadness. "I'm really right ......."

Wusheng suddenly interrupted her, "Twin eagles are leaving, one is dead and one is crazy, isn't it?" ”

Liu ecstasy nodded, she already understood what Wusheng wanted to say, now was not the time for pain and sadness.

So she wiped the tears from her cheeks, struggled to her feet, struggled to stare at lifeless, her eyes still so delicate, amorous, kind and ecstatic.

She stared silently at Wusheng, who had gradually stood up, standing like a stone statue.

She gently wiped the bloodshot from the corner of her mouth, and stared ahead, which was also the direction of Black Hawk's departure.

Liu gritted his teeth, and wisps of blood were already pouring out from the corners of his mouth due to excessive force.

Wusheng sighed deeply, walked over, and stood quietly beside her. "Everything will be fine, don't worry."

Liu ecstasy nodded.

Although she was nodding, she was already wheezing, and her mind had flown out, flying into the distance.

Is Black Hawk already desperate? Has the Eagle fallen? Will you ever stand up?