The cold, biting cold wind pierced the body of the willow ecstasy, as if it had become like a demon who did all kinds of evil, cold-blooded, ruthless and cruel.

Her body was already trembling in the cold wind, but her eyes showed indescribable pity and sympathy, and she stared at the cold, stiff bones, as if she owed them too much.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The empty eyes were already staring and poking at the two coachmen, as if they were going to stab them alive on the ground.

Yang Qing was already wrapped in a cloak and jumping in the snow, she seemed to be unable to stand the cold weather, as if she was about to be frozen.

She knew that this was the case, but she didn't want to be alone in the carriage.

The coachman stared at Liu ecstasy, as if there was no trace of coldness, and the hand holding the horsewhip did not tremble at all.

Whoever it is, it can be seen that this hand is more suitable if it holds a sword.

Liu Ecstasy suddenly turned around and stared at the coachman, "Then tell me, what's the way?" ”

The coachman stared at Liu Ecstasy, his gaze was more steady, "Send back to Wudang Mountain, they should go back there." ”

He didn't let the willow ecstasy speak, and then added, "Because when people die, they always have to fall and return to their roots, and they are no exception." ”

Liu Ecstasy nodded, "Yes, it is true that the leaves should return to their roots." ”

The coachman stared at Liu, "You understand that they shouldn't be buried here?" ”

Liu ecstasy nodded.

Wusheng suddenly stared at and poked the horsewhip in this person's hand, and the horsewhip was already fluttering gently, "Your horsewhip is good." ”

The coachman also stared at him, "Your gun is wrong." ”

Wusheng nodded, and actually admitted.

Yang Qing couldn't figure it out, what was wrong with that gun? How can a gun be wrong?

The dug pit was not small, nor shallow, and the wine eagle had suddenly dreamwalked to the edge of the willow ecstasy, staring at the coachman.

As if he hadn't seen it, the coachman was already staring at the whip in his hand, and the whip was already swinging.

Everyone saw that he had a horsewhip in his hand, but when it shook in the cold wind, it turned into a sword.

The spike of the sword was already swaying in the cold wind, and the sword was not unsheathed.

But it could be unsheathed at any moment, and the hand holding the sword was extremely stable, and it had completely touched the hilt, and the sword was completely in the hands of that hand, and it could kill at any moment.

Kill people by the sword.

Unsheathed, all others saw was the hand holding the sword, pale, powerful and stable.

"Good sword." Wusheng gasped and stared, poked at the sword, the hand.

"What about being famous?" The hand holding the sword did not tremble in the slightest, and the pride already appeared on his cheeks.

Wusheng stared and poked at the sword and that person, "The Wudang faction's swordsmanship is naturally good, and even your head Zhentian is okay, but when you compare with Yangmingdao, you really should blush." ”

This sentence made Yang Qing smile bitterly, a person under such a sword, he could still say such funny words, it was almost laughable.

Liu Yijing smiled lightly, "He just said it casually, not to insult Wudang's swordsmanship." ”

The wine eagle also smiled, not only laughing, but also giving a thumbs up, as if in admiration.

Wusheng stared at and poked the sword, "Are you from the Wudang Sect?" ”

"Yes." This person stared at Wusheng, carefully staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand, as well as the hand holding the gun, "One of the seven sons of Wudang, Qingfengzi." ”

Suddenly there was an extra sword in the hand of a coachman, his hand suddenly touched the hilt of the sword, and his eyes suddenly stared at Wusheng, "The gun god is lifeless?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"Isn't it time to kill you?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Can I kill you?"

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand, the hand did not move, the gun did not move.

It seems that he is unable to move anymore, and he cannot move again.

But as long as the gun is still in the hand, it is enough to make people fearful, terrifying, chilling, and timid.

"Why did you come here and give it a try?" Wusheng stared and poked at the sword, "Your sword is a soft commodity?" ”

The sword was unsheathed, and the sword light fluttered, and suddenly it was close to the lifeless chest.

"If I can't kill you today, I'm really sorry for you."

This person is also one of the seven sons of Wudang, and his kung fu is obviously not bad.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged Wusheng, as if he wanted to block the deadly sword.

Suddenly a person floated in the cold wind, a sword.

The sword was unsheathed, the sword light swayed, and the man was nailed to the ground, motionless.

Ruthless fell suddenly, and every muscle on his cheeks suddenly became twisted and deformed.

The man did not move, nor did he move the sword in his hand.

There was a cut in his chest, and it wasn't big.

Before the blood could splash out, it was blocked by the ice and snow kicked by the man's foot.

His hand shook lightly in the cold wind, and he let out bursts of dragon groans, which continued endlessly, slowly reverberating.

The blood had been shaken off, and the sword had slowly been sheathed.

Wusheng remembers this sword deeply, and he also remembers his master.

With that sword stabbing out, everything in heaven and earth seemed to be under the edge of the sword, as if it would lose its vitality and life at any time. He wants to kill not only people, but also everything in heaven and earth, alive, piece by piece.

There are many swords in the rivers and lakes, and there are not many swords that can really be regarded as murder, and this sword is one of them.

The simple unsheathing, killing, shaking the sword, and putting it into the sheath had made his mind fly far away.

There are no guards, no calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, no peerless beauty ......, and even the sunshine, stars and moon have become less gentle and moving here. But it is one of the most admired and awe-inspiring places in the rivers and lakes.

He was no longer young, and every old wrinkle on his face was filled with an indescribable, indescribable loneliness, emptiness, pride, and brilliance.

......。

Wusheng sighed deeply.

He lamented that the man was dead, dead by his sword, and gave his head to himself.

The original owner of this sword was Yang Mingdao.

Perhaps he was so tired and tired of duels that he didn't want to stay alive in the days of duels anymore, and he didn't want to live anymore.

Because the only thing he has to do alive is to wait for someone to duel him.

So the only way for him to leave the duel is to die, to die in someone else's swordsmanship.

But he didn't want to die by someone else's sword, so he had to die under the gun, and there was no life under the gun.

Wusheng stared at and poked at the pitch-black gun, as if he was quietly reminiscing about the excitement and pleasure brought by that sword.

Yang Qing seemed to understand what he was thinking, staring at his cheeks, sweat already flowing on his calm, stable and hard cheeks.

If that sword hadn't given him an extremely painful blow, how could he be sweating at this time?

Wusheng stared at the concern and emotion on Yang Qing's cheeks, and gently stroked her body, "I'm fine." ”

He took off the cloak from his body and draped it on Yang Qing's body.

Yang Qing shook her head, gritted her teeth slightly, a blush appeared on her cheeks, and her body seemed to tremble lightly due to some mysterious emotion.

She tied her cloak back on, but she was still bouncing in the snow and ice, "I'm fine." ”

Wusheng nodded and sighed.

The sword was in its sheath, and the man walked to the breeze and stopped at seven feet.

"The Seven Sons of Wudang? Qingfengzi? ”

Qingfengzi nodded.

The man shook his head, as if he was already very dissatisfied with this, so he said, "You're not Qingfengzi, you're bullshit." ”

Qingfengzi gritted his teeth, the hand holding the sword did not move, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were already beating.

"What are you doing with your sword? Will it only kill people who are seriously injured? The man stared at Qingfengzi and stared at him, "Isn't it time for you to do it?" ”

Qingfengzi didn't move, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth were already shaking.

"Are you afraid of death?" The man smiled, cold, ruthless, and cruel.

Liu ecstasy stared at the man, staring at the man's smile, "You're going to kill him?" ”

The man stared at Liu Ecstasy, and also smiled, but the smile was very soft, "The sword has been sheathed, so it will not be easily unsheathed." ”

In the voice of the words, he sighed deeply.

Liu Ecstasy stared at him, "You can let him go." ”

When this sentence was said, this person was already very surprised, and Qingfengzi was even more surprised.

The man stared at Liu's ecstatic cheeks, and the smile on her cheeks meant that she was still so affectionate, kind, and ecstatic in the cold wind, "Why should I let him go?" ”

Liu ecstasy stared at him, staring at the sword in his hand, the sword was already in the sheath, his hand did not touch the hilt, it hung softly, as if he did not want to draw the sword again. "Because he's not your opponent, it's not worth your shot, is it?"

The man smiled, smiling and staring at Liu Ecstasy, "You're such a smart woman. ”

Liu Ecstasy nodded with a smile and stared at Qing Fengzi with a smile, "You can't use a sword either, do you?" ”

Qingfengzi was already gasping for breath, and looked at Liu Ecstasy in surprise, "Why can't I use a sword?" ”

"Because the fallen leaves are back to their roots, you're going to bring their bones back, aren't you?"

"Yes, you're right." Qingfengzi nodded, "If I die, no one will send them to Wudang Mountain." ”

The sword was unsheathed, and the hand on the hilt was released.

Qingfengzi carried the three corpses back to the car, and returned to the side of Liu Ecstasy, "Thank you." ”

Liu was silent, staring at him.

Qing Fengzi suddenly stared at the person again, the sword, "I thank her, it's not that you let me go, because I may not be able to kill you." ”

The wine eagle slowly stretched out his hand, and this gesture meant to see him off.

Qingfengzi gritted his teeth, swept over, and arrived at the carriage, beating the horse and neighing.

The carriage had gradually disappeared into the distance against the icy wind.

Liu Ecstasy lowered his head, as if he was already pondering.

Three of the seven sons of the Wudang faction have died, have the others come to seek revenge and find them desperately?

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, he walked over like a stone statue and stroked the body of Liu Ecstasy, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, everything will be fine." ”

Liu ecstasy nodded, and she stared at Wusheng.

Empty eyes don't have a trace of emotion, but they can make people feel emotional.

The sword has long been in the sheath, but it still has a kind of murderous aura, a murderous intent, and a murderous intent.

There are not many such people in the rivers and lakes, and he has stared at lifelessness.

"You must remember me, don't you?"

Of course, Wusheng remembers, and the events of that day cannot be forgotten no matter what.

I remember that when I handed him the head of Fame, he hung his head, and no one saw the sadness on his cheeks, but tears rolled down to the ground.

He didn't take revenge, just quietly said thank you.

The high-rollers in the mourning hall, almost every one of them is a master among the masters, and almost all the heads of sects in the rivers and lakes, the owners of the villas, ......, have gathered here.

......。

This man is roaring in the sky.

Yang Tianxiao stared at Wusheng, "You must also know why I saved you." ”

Wusheng nodded.

Liu Ecstasy smiled, "What did you save him for?" ”

"I saved him to kill him."

Liu Ecstasy was stunned and stared at lifeless.

Wusheng has nodded and endured.

Yang Tianxiao stared at Wusheng, staring at Wusheng's empty eyes.

Very few people can stare directly into those eyes, no matter what they are staring at, as if they are being poked by a gun.

He didn't seem to be afraid, not the slightest fear.

Maybe there aren't many things to be feared in the world.

"Maybe I didn't have to save you just now, because you can still kill." He stared at Wusheng's hand in surprise.

The hand holding the gun did not move, the gun did not move, it was still extremely calm and steady, calm and stable at all, it was not like a human hand.

Silent without life.

"But I can't take any chances, I can't let you die at the hands of others."

Silent without life.

"You must die at my hands, and you must die by this sword with dignity."

Silent without life.

"So you have to live well, take care of all the wounds on your body, and then we have a duel."

Silent without life.

"Do you get it?"

Silent without life.

He really understood it too well, and he knew everything from the moment he saw the sword light floating.