The man is dead, the sword is buried.

The cold, merciless wind and snow gradually drowned them alive, and everything in their lives was glorious? Is it pride? It's become unimportant, and it won't matter.

What did they leave behind?

Isn't there only indescribable desolation and sorrow, the desolation and sorrow that will always stay in people's hearts?

Xue Bing didn't move, he didn't speak, and if he didn't speak, it wasn't that he didn't have something to say.

His hand didn't move, and neither did the sword in his hand.

His body seemed to have been crushed alive by the wind and snow, and it seemed as if he had become one with the wind and snow.

The lifeless stone statue stopped seven feet from him, "They're dead." ”

Xue Bing nodded coldly.

"Why isn't your sword unsheathed?"

Xue Bing stared coldly at the lifeless body, the lifeless hand, his body was still shaking, and his hand was still very stable.

He said coldly, "I said it a long time ago. ”

"What did you say?"

"As long as you're alive, we won't have a chance."

Silent without life.

"They didn't believe it, so they died."

"Aren't they damned?"

"It doesn't matter if they're damned, what matters is that they're dead."

Silent without life.

"Their death will only bring you more sins, aren't you afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid?"

"You're not afraid that more people will come after you?"

Wusheng didn't face this problem, but stared and poked his body and his sword like a spear.

"Your sword is not unsheathed?"

"Yes."

"Your sword is also a good sword."

Xue Bing nodded, acknowledging.

"Your sword is timid?"

Xue Bing stared coldly at Wusheng's body, coldly staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand, gradually gasping for breath, but his hand was still very steady, stable and calm.

His hand did not touch the hilt of the sword, but simply hung down, only steady and calm.

No matter what kind of person he is, he will become extremely angry when he is so insulted, and he is no exception.

Anger may simply be the poison of a swordsman, as long as any swordsman touches a little, it is easy to be stimulated, and once stimulated, it will affect the heart of killing.

Once the murderous mind is affected, it is easy to become confused, and once the murderer's mind is disturbed, he will make mistakes in judgment and swordsmanship.

There must not be a slight mistake in the swordsmanship of killing, not the slightest bit.

Because that is the key to life and death, maybe only the slightest mistake will cause a painful defeat to yourself, failure is death, but also the end.

Even if you are alive, it is the same as dead, and there is no difference.

Xue Bing knew this deeply, and he didn't want to fail, let alone die, so he would only be angry, desperately angry.

Anger is not distracted, but it is more stable and calmer.

Only in this way can he find the best opportunity to kill, and the most correct opportunity.

A great swordsman, only if he knows this deeply, will he not die casually, will live longer, and will be worthy of using a sword.

Now he is desperately angry, angry and staring coldly at the lifeless, staring at the lifeless gun.

is also waiting for Wusheng to relax, waiting for Wusheng to leak flaws, a trace of flaws can make oneself victorious, victory is to live, but also the end.

Even if he is dead, it is the same as being alive, which is enough to satisfy the swordsman's heart and obtain glory.

So it's just very angry, but it's also very calm and stable.

Yang Qing tied the cloak to the lifeless body, gently wiped the frozen blood, and smiled stupidly.

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing's smile, and also smiled, but he didn't understand a little, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Yang Qing stared at Xue Bing's cheeks, the look of anger on his cheeks, and he was silent.

Liu Yisoul didn't smile, stared at Xue Bing's face, and said delicately, "Do you know what she laughs at?" ”

Xue Bing didn't understand and didn't speak.

Liu ecstasy actually laughed stupidly, but the smile disappeared again, "I just want to know one thing." ”

Xue Bing stared at the delicate, kind, ecstatic cheek without a trace of blood, "You say." ”

Liu ecstasy stared at Xue Bing delicately, as if he was going to die at any time, "I want to know if you are tired or not?" ”

Xue Bing was silent and didn't understand.

"It's a big winter, and it's snowing, what are you doing so desperately pretending to be angry?"

This sentence is like a whip, the whip in hell, which has been heavily whipped on Xue Bing's body.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly and stared at him stupidly, "It's just a stupid melon, a stupid melon can't use a sword, you still have to go home and farm the land, find a dozen wives to have a good baby." ”

Xue Bing was silent and didn't move, even though his body had moved, his hand was still very stable, stable and calm.

He can only be a fool now, and he can only be a fool who can't speak.

"If you're like this, the most you can do is hug the child and wash the diaper."

Xue Bing was silent, and the cold sweat on his forehead was slowly pouring out.

His eyes were still extremely calm, extremely steady, steady, almost eternal.

He stared coldly at the lifeless body, the gun in the lifeless hand.

Nothing moved, as if it had not yet reached the time to move, and as if there was no need to move at all.

Maybe if you move, you won't move, and if you don't move, you won't move.

Although people have not moved, their hearts have moved, their gods have moved, their killing intent has moved, their murderous spirit has moved, and their killing intent has moved.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, his body was probably only the hand that didn't move, the others were moving, trembling.

Isn't this the best time for Xue Bing to make a move?

Isn't this time good enough, not quite right?

Xue Bing's hand still didn't move, only the cold sweat on his forehead was moving, rolling.

The empty eyes were already staring at and poking at Xue Bing, "Your sword is a coward, but the person who holds the sword is very good." ”

Xue Bing was silent.

"Are you looking for a chance to kill me?"

Xue Bing was silent, but he had already admitted it.

"You don't think this opportunity is good enough?"

Xue Bing was silent and gritted his teeth.

"You're going to wait for me to make a mistake?"

Xue Bing was silent.

Wusheng sighed deeply and was silent.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, "I know what you want to say?" ”

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing, a smile already appeared on his cheeks, "Do you know what he wants to say?" ”

Yang Qing nodded. "He must want to say that being a swordsman like this, although it is very hard and great, it must not last long."

Liu ecstasy smiled even more, maybe this statement was also in her heart. "Why?"

"Because in less than half a year, you'll go crazy." Yang Qing smiled stupidly, "As long as you don't get killed by others, you will definitely go crazy." ”

Liu Ecstasy smiled, but was silent.

Xue Bing was silent, staring at Wusheng, "Do you have anything to say?" ”

Wusheng nodded, but was silent.

"Tell me about it."

"I know everything."

Xue Bing gritted his teeth, and the cold sweat on his forehead was already more. "What do you know?"

"You're here to kill us, aren't you?"

Xue Bing was silent, but he had already admitted that his face had drifted out of the answer.

"You came to see us and didn't want to do it because you weren't sure of victory?"

Xue Bing was silent.

"You're just making an excuse and don't want to make a move, aren't you?"

Xue Bing was silent.

"But once it's in your favor, you'll be merciless, won't you?"

Xue Bing was silent, and the corners of his mouth gradually trembled more violently.

"Your friends and brothers are dead, and you really wanted to do it then, didn't you?"

Xue Bing was silent.

"But you still didn't make a move, because you weren't sure to kill me, you weren't sure to stab me to death with a sword."

Xue Bing was silent, his eyes gradually trembled, as if he was gradually unstable, and he was gradually not calm.

"You've been waiting for your chance, you've been waiting until now, waiting for my chance to make a mistake is your chance to win."

Xue Bing was silent.

There is no life and no speech.

The words are finished, and the end of the words is a duel, a desperate effort, a victory, and a victory or defeat.

It's either a win or a defeat.

There are only these two options, there is no third option.

The cold wind gusted and the snow fluttered.

A cold suddenly drifted into his eyes, and he still didn't move, still waiting, waiting for the best opportunity to make a move.

The best opportunity, and the right opportunity, not only to win, but also to satisfy one's swordsman's heart.

This may be the greatest enjoyment of his life, and if you want to enjoy this satisfaction, you must first learn to sacrifice, many cruel and miserable sacrifices.

But when the swordsman's heart was satisfied, the many sacrifices became insignificant.

Wusheng suddenly slowly put down the willow ecstasy, standing upright like a stone statue, walking towards Xue Bing like a stone statue, approaching Xue Bing.

Gradually, there is no distance.

With a "ding" sound, the gun in Wusheng's hand suddenly touched the sword in Xue Bing's sheath.

It's just a light touch, as if there is nothing special about it, and there is no special movement.

Everything seems ordinary, but it's so ordinary, it's maddening, breaking, and prostrating.

Silent without life.

There was still no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, and he was still staring at and poking Xue Bing's body like a gun, as if he wanted to poke not only his body and soul to death, but also his spirit and thoughts, all of them.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, still straighter than the gun in his hand, but it gradually became unstable, as if it would fall in pain and torture at any moment, and it would be difficult to stand up when it fell.

His body seemed to have a mysterious, strange power, always in control, always controlling him, always controlling him, not letting him fall.

Xue Bing didn't move or speak.

Is he still waiting? Still waiting for the right opportunity to make a move?

Wusheng has already moved, his movements are direct and simple, and there is nothing special about it.

His spear had suddenly approached the hilt, and then it had touched it completely, resting completely tightly against it.

The large blood vessel in Xue Bing's forehead gradually trembled violently, and suddenly cracked.

Suddenly his people were moved.

As soon as he moved, he collapsed, and when he fell, he kept vomiting, spitting out all the food in his stomach, and vomiting to death.

His body and soul had collapsed and collapsed in an instant.

Faith and courage seemed to have been defeated and killed in this instant, and they were defeated and killed alive.

His swordsman's heart suddenly seemed to have been hollowed out, there was nothing, and he had suddenly become a dry bone.

There are no ideals, no hope, no motivation, no pursuit of ......, and nothing is the walking dead, lonely ghosts.

The lifeless stone statue turned around, and the stone statue walked towards the willow ecstasy, not looking at him again.

No one wanted to look at him again.

The wind was cold and the snow was blowing.

Xue Bing threw himself into the snow and gradually trembled, writhing, spas......med, and gradually wailed, cried, cursed, and .......

The heart has been wasted, the sword has been broken, the murderous spirit is forever, the killing machine is forever gone, and the killing intent is forever ......gone.