Lake-clothed Ji stared at the Sword Master, her heart secretly sad and sour.

The Fusang generation of sword saints actually had such a sad pain, she didn't expect that the sword god holding a wooden sword in his hand was a kind of person, and holding a murderous sword was another kind of person.

The moonlight is bright and round, and it is picturesque under the sky.

The cold wind swept by, and the fallen leaves danced, as if they were dancing their own joy and joy, as if they were dancing their own sorrow and sorrow.

The Juggernaut stood motionless, and the two swords seemed to be dead to the ground.

He stared at everything in front of him stupidly, and his surroundings were extremely chaotic, was his heart extremely riotous?

Wusheng stared at the moonlight, "You have two swords, one is your own and the other is the sword god's?" ”

The Sword Saint nodded, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched, which was undoubtedly his sore spot.

His breathing was painfully short, unsteady.

Wusheng seemed to understand this kind of thing very well, sighed deeply, and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "He doesn't hold the murderous sword now, so he is still a dignified gentleman, not what you say." ”

"So I should look for him everywhere and take him with me."

"Yes, he really should be with you now."

The sourness on the Sword Saint's cheeks became even thicker, "I don't dare to see him again, he is really a demon king, a demon who kills people without blinking." ”

"He used to be a demon king, but now he's not, he's just a gentleman now, you can get along well, this may become a good story among Fuso swordsmen."

The Sword Saint's hand suddenly clenched tighter, facing Wusheng, "I came here to find you, are you surprised to see me?" ”

"Yes."

"Do you think I'm one of them, and I'm here to kill you?"

"Yes." Wusheng did not deny this, the people who came to him at this time, aren't they all the same, besides killing him, is there anything else? "But I can see you're not here to kill me."

"You're wrong." The Sword Master suddenly stared coldly at the lifeless, a pair of sharp needles staring at the lifeless body from the corners of his eyes.

"Oh?"

The Sword Saint sneered, and then continued, "I'm here to be just like them, and I've already received a reward from Uesugi Kenshin, and I'm here to kill you." ”

The lifeless eyes suddenly retracted, staring and poking the sword saint's hand, staring at and poking the sword of the sword saint, a fallen leaf floated onto the blade of the sword, and suddenly turned into two, and slowly landed on the ground.

The chill on the blade of the sword gradually became more ferocious, and after a long time, he finally said a sentence, "You don't like it." ”

The Sword Saint exhaled, the murderous aura slowly disappeared, and the sword light became soft and delicate, "You can actually see it?" ”

"Of course I can see it, otherwise I wouldn't have died many times?"

Juggernaut smiled.

His smile became soft and gentle, a kind of softness and gentleness between friends.

"You're really a gun god, not a nerd."

Silent without life.

"Tell me, how did you see it?"

"You are very clear about the terrain and personnel here, which means that you are with them."

"Yes, everything here was originally arranged by me, and all their actions were done with my consent."

"But you killed them, and maybe none of them escaped." Sigh of nothingness.

The trees on the side had fallen, and the trees in the distance still stood and swayed in the moonlight, as if they were women in fear, trembling and twitching.

"I killed them because they deserved to be killed, and when I saw them use this dirty way against the spear god, I became angry."

"Are you untrustworthy and treacherous?" Wusheng stared at the two swords, and said slowly, "Those two swords may have a lot of trouble in the future." ”

"You think I'm going to be scared of them?" The Sword Saint sneered, and his smile became indescribably cold and cruel again.

This kind of smile is difficult to see on the cheeks of ordinary people, and perhaps it can only be seen on the faces of people who have killed countless people and have the determination and confidence to kill.

Whoever sees such a smile will completely believe that he must have great confidence and courage in such a thing as murder, and he will not have a trace of boredom and disgust.

Killing people may be a kind of happiness for him, he will never think about anything else when he kills, and nothing will make him change his pursuit and love of killing.

He probably lived to kill.

Living without life is also to kill people, and if you don't kill people, you can't live, but they are obviously different.

The Sword Master kills, he doesn't pick people, no matter who he is, he will kill them, and he won't ask about any skills, background, morality, and emotions.

In his eyes, anyone can be killed.

Wusheng is different, he kills people just a single duel, the dueling person is extreme, extremely provocative, not a first-class person, he will never kill, even if it is a second-rate person, it is difficult to make him make a move, and the person who makes him uncomfortable will not kill.

So in his eyes, there are very few people who should be killed.

Two people are also murderous, but their requirements for killing and their thoughts on killing are completely different.

Hu Yiji exhaled deeply, he was right, such a person may only be afraid of people when he lives, and he will not be afraid of others.

The Sword Saint sneered, "Why should I keep my word, what about treachery? ”

Silent without life.

He seemed to be speechless, his words seemed to have been choked alive by the words of the Sword Master, and he couldn't even say a word.

The Sword Master stared at the moonlight and laughed coldly, "So not only are you wrong, but they are also wrong. ”

Silent without life.

"You're wrong because you don't see what I'm doing to help you." The Juggernaut suddenly stopped smiling, and every wrinkle on his cheeks was full of anger and disbelief. "They're wrong because they don't see that I'm going to turn around and kill them, they're big wrong, you're small wrong."

Wusheng admitted, but remained silent.

The moon was bright and clear, and the fog gradually drifted on the ground, gradually becoming thicker.

The Sword Master quietly stared at Wusheng, and Wusheng also stared at the Sword Master quietly.

They stared silently, their eyes never taking their eyes off for a moment, as if they were also understanding each other.

Is there also a mysterious and peculiar way of communication between them? Isn't the communication between masters and masters very true? Aren't they all sincere?

Isn't this kind of sincerity and sincerity very touching?

Hu Yiji has been moved, and has been completely moved by the mutual understanding and respect between them.

It's rare for this to happen, and even fewer have it.

The fog deepened, and the cold wind became bleak and desolate.

The figure gradually moved away, gradually overwhelmed by the fog.

The land is lonely.

The hearts of people on the earth were even more lonely, and Wusheng stared at the back of the Sword Saint slowly leaving, without a trace of change on his rocky cheeks.

Hu Yiji's heart gradually became stinging and bitter, and if it didn't change, wouldn't it be a better change?

They are a kind of people, a kind of murderer, and it doesn't matter who they kill or how many people they kill.

The important thing is that they have just been known and respected.

The two swords completely disappeared in the mist, and the understanding and respect were gone, and how many people could experience this loneliness and emptiness.

Maybe it's really very little, very little.

Wusheng exhaled deeply, and suddenly fell to the ground, exerting excessive internal strength, which could not benefit him, but only brought him disasters and misfortunes.

Some people live, perhaps just for disasters and misfortunes, and in the face of disasters and misfortunes, they can't run away from them, and they can't escape from them, because that's fate.

The world cannot change its fate, but fate can change the world.

Hu Yiji covered her wounds, her tears drifting more and more urgently, but she couldn't help.

Bright moonlight, hazy, beautiful, lonely earth.

Hu Yiji gritted her teeth and squatted down, caressing her lifeless body, and said softly, "You said I was fine." ”

Silent without life.

His body was also rolling like a stone statue on the cold, hard earth, and if you had ever seen a stone statue struggling and rolling on the ground, it would be easy to think of him as he was now.

Hu Yiji suddenly held Wusheng's hand and held it tightly, "You still owe me a wish, you have always been very good at talking." ”

"Yes, I've always been good at talking, I'm not a Juggernaut."

Hu Yiji smiled, "You must have stood up quickly when you fell, didn't you?" ”

"Yes, I'm a gun god, not a soft commodity."

Hu Yiji smiled even more happily, "I believe in you, you will definitely stand up." ”

Silent without life.

The cold and hard earth, the lonely and helpless spear god.

"You're just resting, and when you're rested, you're going to get up, aren't you?" The pain and sadness on the cheeks of the lake clothes were even stronger.

Silent without life.

His body twitched violently, trembling violently, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

The fog was more hazy and mysterious, and the cold wind swept by, miserable and resentful.

Huyi Ji stared at Wusheng quietly, waiting for him to get up.

He didn't get up, his body was still twitching, twitching.

There was laughter in the distance, cold, vicious, and sharp.

Huyi Ji trembled, her hand trembled violently, but his hand was warm and steady.

Wusheng gasped softly, "You don't have to be afraid of them, because they can't kill you at all." ”

Hu Yiji nodded, barely squeezing out a smile, but her hand was clenched tighter, "I'm not afraid at all, with you, I'm not afraid of anything." ”

"Very well, that's how you should be." Wusheng struggled to breathe, struggled, and then miraculously stood up.

Seeing him stand up, Hu Yiji's tears of excitement drifted more and more urgently.

Whether a passionate woman is in pain or happy, isn't it easy to give birth to tears, just like the spring rain in March, which comes to the earth with a bang, bringing more spring and emotions to the earth, and making everything on the earth full of vitality and vitality.

"Who are they?" Hu Yi Ji stared at the hazy and mysterious forest in the distance.

"You'd like to check it out?"

Hu Yiji shook her head, a look of fear floating on her cheeks.

"We should go check it out, they must be waiting for us over there."

"Who?" Hu Yiji looked into the distance, and shook her hair vigorously, "You want to go over." ”

Wusheng nodded.

He struggled to stare into the distance, and pulled Hu Yiji slowly over.

The trail was littered with broken bones and trees, and the cold wind swept by, and the fallen leaves on the ground danced, drifting into the distance with the smell of blood.

After passing through the riotous path, I saw the trees in front of me, and the trees were even more eerie and eerie.

Hu Yiji covered her wound, as if she couldn't do it anymore, she gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and hissed gently.

Wusheng's hand slowly touched her back, and then every muscle in her body shook violently, and the internal force in her body surged out wildly again.

"You shouldn't have done this to me, we're not friends, we're not lovers, so why should you ......."

There is no life, and the cold sweat on the forehead is like a bean, and the dripping drips are pouring out from the forehead.

A sneer was heard again in the distance.

Hu Yiji's heart was about to break, "If we continue like this, it will be difficult for anyone to live, and in the face of these killers, don't we have a trace of certainty now?" ”

"Yes, we weren't sure we'd be alive in the first place." Wusheng gasped and spat out a mouthful of blood, then added, "They're not sure to kill me either." ”

Huyi Ji was silent.

Although she was very scared in her heart, she was also full of confidence in Wusheng, because Wusheng had done something that many people could not do.

Lake Yihime's breathing gradually became steady, and death was driven away again.

Danger and death were far away, and it was a joyful thing, but Hu Yiji's heart was already wrenching.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking at the front with empty eyes, as if to stab everything in front of it to the ground.

He softly took the hand of the lake-clothed hime, "They're here." ”

Hu Yiji nodded, her eyes fell into the distance, and sure enough, they came, and a coffin slowly walked over on the path.

Not a wooden coffin, but a transparent coffin without a lid.

Huyi Ji gritted her teeth, "Is it a crystal coffin?" ”

"Yes."

"Are they going to send us back to the West?"

"Yes, they're still good to us in the end."

The corners of Hu Yiji's eyes kept beating, which is not a good omen, and many people have this kind of sign when they encounter disasters.

She nodded, "Why didn't they come out?" ”

"When they came to deliver the coffin, they also came to kill people, not to show others."

"And where can you see them?" Hu Yiji looked around.

The forest leaves were gloomy, dim and eerie, without a trace of light, and the moonlight was covered by the forest leaves, as if it could no longer shine a trace of light.

A few fallen leaves on the quiet path undulated, looking extremely bleak and desolate.

There are no figures, and there are no ghosts.

The crystal coffin moves along the path as if it were wood moving down the water.

Wusheng stared at and poked at the coffin, and did not say anything for a long time, the coffin rested quietly beside them, quiet and calm, like a generation of peerless masters, standing in front of them.

Hu Yiji sneered and stared at Wusheng, "Are they human?" Or a ghost? ”

"They're not people, they're not ghosts."

"And what are we?" There were no figures around, but there were human voices.

This sound seems to be on the left, as if on the right, as if in front, as if in the back, and as if it is everywhere, everywhere.

With a strange voice, Hu Yiji sneered, "You are really not human, nor are you ghosts. ”

"And what are we?"

Hu Yiji sneered, "You are nothing. ”

A gust of wind swept by, and a fallen leaf suddenly turned into two, and slowly landed on the ground, no longer moving.

Hu Yiji stared at the remnant leaf in surprise, and her heart seemed to be broken into two like the remnant leaf.

Her cheeks were even paler and weaker, and she opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word.

Wusheng sighed, caressed the body of the lake-clothed hime, and said slowly, "They are ninjas, a group of shameless ninjas. ”

He wanted to laugh but couldn't, and his words were sometimes really funny, making himself amused and his opponents angry.

There was no sound anywhere, only the rustle of the cold wind against the leaves, and a gasp of extreme rage.

This wheezing sound is also floating around, like a fog floating on the earth, mysterious and weird.

"Why didn't they come out and kill us?" Hu Yiji couldn't stand it anymore.

She is not a calm person, and when she encounters danger and injury, she always seems extremely nervous, extremely panicked, and extremely afraid.

The empty eyes stared and poked into the depths of the forest like spears, and then stared and poked at the coffin, and said slowly, "They are not only shameless, but also cowardly. ”

"They're timid?"

"Yes." When Wusheng's eyes stared and poked on the ground, he seemed extremely serious, and there was no one in the open space not far away.

When the wind blows, there is always a leaf that cannot be rolled up, as if it is pressed by death, by an invisible pressure.

Hu Yiji also saw the leaf, but just glanced at it, and suddenly turned around again, and didn't look at it anymore.

Of course, there are people on the leaves, and only people can hold that leaf to death.

"It's not a bad thing to be timid." In the night, there were voices again.

"Cowardly people are very careful and cautious in killing, and it is very uncomfortable to kill people like this."

"Yes, it's very uncomfortable, but it's easy to live longer."

"Isn't it sad to kill people like this, like a thief, living in the dark?"

"Maybe."

"You can't find any fun in it, and you can't enjoy any pleasure and excitement, isn't it very unpleasant to kill people like this?"

"Maybe." There was a sigh from heaven and earth.

This sigh seemed to be grieving and hurting for themselves, but they did not show it.

The patience of a ninja is incomprehensible and unimaginable.

If their friends and lovers are dying under the blade, but they can still maintain their composure, this may not be an exaggeration, patience is their nature, and they will not make a move if they do not find the most correct time and the most correct method.

Even if he dies in patience, he will not reveal his traces.

"Why don't you kill us?" Hu Yiji couldn't help but say a word.

"It's not time yet."

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

"Yes."

"Can't you see that we're no longer good, that this opportunity isn't good enough?"

"Yes."

"And when are you going to wait until you can make a move?"

"Shoot at the time when you really can't, then we will have a chance."

"We're not there yet?"

"Far from it, you can still kill, it's not a good chance."