Liu ecstasy suddenly hugged Yang Qing and hugged him tightly.

She was already staring at Wusheng, and the wine eagle suddenly poured the wine on his body, and suddenly clicked on his more than a dozen big holes, and sighed deeply.

The wine eagle stared at the willow ecstasy and nodded slowly.

Only then did Liu Ecstasy let go of his hand, and Yang Qing slowly approached Wusheng, hugging him in his arms, hugging him tightly, as if he was unwilling to part for a moment.

The eagle hung his head and was silent.

He lowered his head, as if he was grieving, grieving for his loneliness and loneliness every late night, if a man had a lover like Yang Qing, he might not feel lonely, and he would never feel it for a moment.

Liu Ecstasy caressed Yang Qing's body and stared at her, her eyes were full of unspeakable pity, sympathy, kindness, and ecstasy, "He's fine, just a little tired." ”

There was still a lingering remnant of the ice and snow swept in by the cold wind on her back, and the flakes of ice and snow were still barely melting.

Yang Qing didn't seem to notice this, and she didn't seem to have the heart to ask about this kind of thing, but her back was gradually shaking violently.

What can make a woman forget the cold and cold? Desperate to give away the heat on your body?

Maybe only emotion, the kind of emotion that comes from lovers.

The pity and sympathy in Liu's ecstatic eyes became even stronger, and she slowly wiped the ice and snow off her back, and draped the mink fur over the trembling body.

Every muscle on the back seems to be filled with the vitality and pleasure that excites and satisfies most men, and this is perhaps the perfect vitality and pleasure that most rootless prodigal sons need in their hearts.

The cold, stiff body gradually came to life, and gradually began to breathe.

Wusheng slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly closed them again.

He struggled to his feet, standing upright like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

Yang Qing was still clinging to him, as if she had forgotten the cold and cold color, and she seemed to have forgotten everything.

I didn't even feel the mink fur slipping.

Wusheng stared at her cheeks, which were no longer worried and sad, and had become indescribably joyful and cheerful.

He stretched out his hand and slowly wiped the tears from Yang Qing's cheeks.

The cold wind was still howling, carrying flakes of icy ice and snow against the strong, white back.

She was already trembling in the cold wind, and suddenly hugged her in his arms, stretched out his hand, and the mink fur on the ground slowly floated up and floated in his hand.

His hands still didn't shake, not a single bit.

The hand was still so calm, steady and firm, and gently draped the mink fur on, tying each strap.

Then she laughed stupidly.

Wusheng didn't smile, gently stroking her cheek, and the smile on her cheek gradually became stronger. "Aren't you stupid?"

Yang Qing didn't say anything, just smiled stupidly.

Liu ecstasy stared at Wusheng and was also smiling, "You almost scared her to death just now. ”

Wusheng nodded, caressing Yang Qing's body, unable to say a word for a long time.

He just stared at Yang Qing like a stone statue, and Yang Qing also stared at him.

It was as if she had found joy, joy, and satisfaction in her dark eyes.

The cold wind is blowing.

The dark eyes were already staring and poking at the thick curtains.

Yang Tianxiao did not have any pity or sympathy for the two horses, and he whipped their butts, not with a whip, but with a scabbard, so it sounded heartbreaking in the cold wind.

The sound is easily reminiscent of the sound of a horse's hooves trampling on the mud, indescribably cold and cruel.

The two horses kept moving forward as if they were not running, but running, desperately, desperately.

He was by no means a coachman, nor did he know how to love horses, but he was better at making the horses that pulled them faster than the coachmen.

The carriage had stopped, and the two horses had fallen limply, as if they were powerless to neigh, as if they were concubines who had been tortured in the cold palace, unspeakably vicious and cruel.

The ass has been completely shattered and broken.

Yang Tianxiao didn't speak, let alone glance at the two horses, he jumped out of the carriage like a demon, and stood quietly.

Blood was dripping from the scabbard, and strands of hair slowly blocked his cheeks, but they couldn't stop his cold eyes, which were already staring ahead.

Ahead is the Dead Lake, a Dead Lake without a trace of vitality.

There was no vitality before, and there will never be vitality in the future, the cold wind is blowing, and the ice and snow above are writhing and undulating.

The surface of the lake has long been frozen, and this is not only a dead lake, but also a glacial lake.

Yang Tianxiao stared at the dead lake, and a daunting cruelty and resentment gradually appeared in his eyes.

Perhaps the story of what happened here had touched his heart and made his heart ache.

The curtain has been lifted, and the wine eagle sleepwalks down, carefully helping the willow ecstasy down, she is really fragile, fragile as if she is a butterfly, as if she will fall down at any time, and pass away in the cold wind.

The lifeless stone statue walked out, standing upright like a stone statue, staring and poking at this dead lake like a spear, a dead lake that had been frozen to death.

Yang Qing walked out in the cold wind, glanced at the two horses, and suddenly fell from the carriage and fell into Wusheng's arms.

She jumped down suddenly, grabbed her cloak, and shook in the cold wind, and she was also jumping.

Wusheng caressed her body and did not speak.

Yang Qing suddenly stared at him and smiled, "I'm fine, I'm not afraid of the cold." ”

Wusheng nodded, standing like a stone statue, walking towards the dead lake like a stone statue, standing like a stone statue on the edge of the lake.

Suddenly, the empty eyes emitted a light, a light that was born during a duel.

He seemed to be reminiscing about that duel, that treacherous and exciting duel.

He sighed deeply.

The man is dead, and the sword has changed hands.

The former male lord no longer exists, leaving only this icy dead lake, which is not only cold, but also vicissitudes and desolation.

Yang Tianxiao suddenly walked over, staring at the lifeless hand and the lifeless gun.

The man did not move, and neither did the hand.

But the pitch-black gun was already shaking, shaking violently, as if it had felt the excitement and excitement of a former friend.

Yang Qing was startled, she couldn't believe it was true.

Does that gun have a life of its own, a need and enjoyment of its own? Have your own unique emotions?

This kind of thing can only be heard from the storyteller, and it is not heard anywhere else, let alone seen.

Is this true? Yang Qing hid on the other side of Wusheng, the cold wind on the other side was even more vicious, and her body trembled more violently in the cold wind.

Wusheng suddenly walked towards the sky, stopped at seven feet, stared and poked the sword, as if he wanted to poke the sword alive, poke it to death on the ground.

Raising the sky and looking up to the sky, he sneered.

Hair swayed in the cold wind, and laughter fluttered between heaven and earth.

The cold wind in the sky was more urgent, the snowflakes fluttered more urgently, and Yang Qing was beating more violently, as if she couldn't bear the cold chill.

Wusheng suddenly turned around and stared at her.

The pale hand did not move, and the pitch-black gun suddenly did not tremble.

Wusheng suddenly picked up Yang Qing and wrapped her tightly in a cloak.

Yang Tianxiao stared at his body, his gun, "Did you feel your gun?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"Have you felt the sword aura of the original owner of this sword?"

Wusheng nodded.

"If you have another duel, are you sure you can defeat this sword?"

Yang Tianxiao caressed the scabbard, the blood on the scabbard had dripped out, and pieces of ice and snow fell on it, which suddenly melted, and drops of ice water slowly rolled down.

Wusheng stared at the ice water rolling down the scabbard, as if staring at the tip of the sword at that time dripping with his own blood.

His body twitched slowly, as if it had been deeply stimulated by some mysterious and strange temptation.

"I can't, not the slightest bit sure."

"You're really a gun god."

This sentence was not said by Yang Tianxiao, and two people slowly walked over not far away, two people holding swords.

The two of them are no longer young, and they don't have the vitality and vitality of youth, their hair is already snow-white, but the wrinkles on their cheeks reveal indescribable arrogance and murder.

A man dressed in white like snow, holding a sword tightly in his hand.

A purple-clothed robe with countless flying feathers floating, indescribably extravagant and refined.

Yang Tianxiao stared at Wusheng and smiled, "Didn't you think that there were such two existences in the rivers and lakes?" ”

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

He walked towards them like a stone statue, staring and poking at them, "You are not from this Jianghu? ”

The man in white smiled, "Yes, the spear god has a good eye, and he knows it at a glance." ”

The man in purple didn't smile, but stared at the lifeless body, staring at the gun in his hand, as if he didn't believe that there was such a person in the world, such a gun existed.

The man in white stared at the Dead Lake, as if he was already feeling the murderous aura inside, "I am the master of the Fuso Water Wave Sword Sect, Hatasheng Wild Shadow, and I have changed my name to Phoenix when I came here." ”

His eyes slowly fell to the man in purple, "He is the master of the Fuso Shimada Ryu Sword Sect, Nanahime Kojima, who has changed his name to Peacock." ”

Wusheng stared at the phoenix, staring at his snow-white robe without a trace of stain, "You learn swords?" ”

"Yes." The phoenix stared at the lifeless gun, even if the gun didn't shoot, it was enough to make people's hearts chill and chill, "One year old has already held the sword, three years old has wielded the sword, six years old has learned the sword, ten years old has become a young man, fifteen years old has become a big one, and twenty years old has started a sect,......。 ”

Sigh of nothingness.

This is not only a person's life journey, but also an extremely rugged and extremely bumpy and painful journey.

He walked to the peak step by step, step by step to the incomprehensible and unbelievable sword realm, which was not only a hard sacrifice, but also a great and sacred contribution.

The sacrifice of the sword, the contribution to the sword, what may be in exchange?

Is it unforgiving loneliness? Is it a cold emptiness? Or is it an unbearable, unbearable loneliness?

Maybe they don't feel a trace of loneliness, emptiness, and loneliness, because they have dedicated their lives to the way of the sword, so they only have the way of the sword in their hearts, and there is nothing else in their hearts.

There is no one to like, and there is no thing to like.

The sword is their everything, and the sword is their life, so they are satisfied, they are satisfied with everything, and everything in their hearts is the sword.

Wusheng didn't ask Peacock, didn't even look at him.

But he smiled, as if it were a sword, and if the sword could laugh, it would be what he was now. "I have heard for a long time that the gun god has no life and walks across the rivers and lakes, upright and unyielding, which makes the old man admire and sigh, and it is really an honor to see it today, and it is so cheerful."

Silent, staring and poking at him, his sword was clearly a good sword.

Pieces of ice and snow fell onto the scabbard and slowly drifted away, without touching the hilt of the sword.

The peacock smiled even more, "Old and talented, ten years old sword practice, ten years old sword understanding, ten years old Xiaocheng, fifteen-year-old slaughter of thirty-six factions, twenty-year-old slaughter of seventy-two factions, invincible in Fusang for a while, nearly all year round desire has no desire, encounter a phoenix, can be regarded as a confidant." ”

He stared at the phoenix, and there was already a kind of respect and love in his eyes, a kind of respect and love that can only be found among confidants.

Wu Sheng was silent, staring and poking at them, but did not stop them from saying anything.

Their past did not bring them a trace of excitement or pleasure.

Yang Qing had already listened very carefully, she smiled and suddenly stared at the peacock, "Have you ever fought each other?" ”

The peacock smiled, smiling sadly and sadly, "We've fought each other. ”

As he spoke, he pulled open his shirt, revealing his chest, and Yang Qing was completely shocked.

The almost withered, fleshless body had only sword wounds, sword wounds and sword wounds, nothing else.

But he still smiled, as if he was proud and proud of it, which seemed to be the biggest harvest and achievement of his life.

"We duel in Fuso Kagoshima for three months, a full three months."

Yang Qing smiled, "What is the result?" You've won? Or defeated? ”

The peacock smiled, did not speak, and smiled and pulled the snow-white robe on the phoenix's body apart, and Yang Qing looked even more stunned.

The ribs on the phoenix's body have been severed, and I can faintly feel the heart beating inside.

The chill between heaven and earth became even more intense, and the cold ice and snow drifted onto his body, and suddenly turned into icy water, slowly sliding down with the broken ribs.

What is the result?

Who won? Who lost?

Yang Qing couldn't bear to know the result, because the process was too bleak and painful.

But the peacock still said, "As a result, we all won and we all lost." ”

Yang Qing doesn't understand, and can't understand the meaning of this, is there some mystery?

They stared at each other, staring silently, and the two of them seemed to have been completely sublimated and satisfied with their attachment to the sword.

Isn't there no victory the greatest victory?

They have not killed each other, they may not be able to kill each other, they may have cherished each other, and they have treated each other as a sword, a sword that makes them not lonely and empty.

Wusheng stared at them, staring at the two immortal swords, there was no expression in his eyes, and there was no trace of admiration, "Are you disappointed to come here?" ”

The peacock nodded, then shook his head again.

I don't say anything, and I don't understand.

The peacock stared at the lifeless, stone-like motionless body as if it had been completely frozen by the ice and snow, frozen to the point of immobility. "I'm disappointed that I didn't see Yang Mingdao, the sword god is still there, and the divine will has disappeared."

He suddenly stared at the lifeless gun again, "To my surprise, I was not disappointed to see the gun god. ”

Silent without life.