When Yu Sheng saw Qianqian, he had complicated feelings in his eyes, except for envy, there was everything, these feelings flashed, he hid them very well, and no one found out.

"It's funny, where am I falling into the country and the city, and now I'm not a, and I have children. Qianqian smiled, like a spring breeze, which made the room warm up all of a sudden, and Yu Sheng stayed for three or four seconds before realizing that he was out of shape, and kept laughing. The three of them exchanged pleasantries again for a while, and at dusk, Yu Sheng also said goodbye and left with the letter Li Lianhuan gave him.

One day three months later, a swordsman walked into the small village with a blank face, asking around for Li Lianhuan's traces, and after asking, the villager was cut in half by the black long sword in the man's hand, and the blood sprayed wildly, and the small village finally fell into a riot. Countless cries were heard, accompanied by the sound of blood spraying. "Shout as much as you want, shout until you let that Li Lianhuan come out, then you don't have to accept this fear anymore, this is the best music, let me fall into it deeply and can't extricate myself. The man's mouth let out a strange scream, attracting Li Lianhuan's attention.

"Good baby, go to bed quickly. Qianqian held the child in her arms uneasily, and entered some soul power from the child's acupoint, so that the child slowly fell into a deep sleep, and then put the child into the rice jar and hid, three days ago Li Lianhuan went hunting in the mountains, and now he has not returned, and Qianqian is also very anxious at this moment.

Li Lianhuan came out of the mountain and looked at the fire in the village. With a sweep of his sense, he knew what was going on, and he was also extremely anxious at the moment, worried about what would happen to Qianqian and the children at home, and blue wings suddenly grew behind him, and under the wings, he rose to the sky and rushed towards the village. After two years of peaceful life in this small village, even a stone can have feelings, let alone a person.

"You're finally here, I thought you wouldn't dare come out. The man's wings spread behind his back, and he was already flying. "Do you dare to fight me?" said him, smiling provocatively at Li Lianlian.

Look at the mess under your feet. An angry flame burned from Li Lianhuan's heart, and he shouted at the man, "I won't kill you today, and I swear not to be a man!" As he spoke, a long sword was taken out of the ring and headed towards the man, forming an extremely violent collision between opening and closing. Just a few moments. The two have fought more than 300 times.

Li Lianhuan kept leading the man away into the distance. Away from the village, let the battlefield bloom on a hill. It's also very far away from the village, and Li Lianhuan can also let it go.

Between the swing of the long sword. It was already a myriad of sword momentum arrays condensed and bombarded towards the man, and the black sword in the man's hand was incomparably evil, and it completely resisted all of Li Lianhuan's sword moves, and countless sword waves swept through, drawing blank areas one after another around it, where all the mountains, rocks, grass and trees were turned over, and the ground was scorched black. In the continuous fighting, the two razed the hill to the ground......

Li Sikong took a sip of tea, and there was a very strong hatred in his eyes, but he didn't continue, as if he was struggling with something, and breathed deeply, as if it could calm him down and calm down the anger. Jing Yi didn't bother, stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Li Sikong on the shoulder to comfort him, but his hand was suspended in mid-air, not knowing whether it should fall or not, this matter was too deep for Li Sikong's scars, and now he brought it up again, making Li Sikong fall into that helpless sadness again. After a long time, Li Sikong began to tell again, "Later, ......"

Later, the two fought for a whole day and night, but unfortunately it was the very sunny and warm Li Lianhuan who died in the end. After the man killed Li Lianhuan, he didn't have the strength to kill again, so he just carried Li Lianhuan's head and said with a smile: "My name is Feng Shuyue, if you want to find someone to take revenge, just come to me." Then he left very arrogantly.

Qianqian was very sad because of this incident, locked herself in the house for a day and a night without a drop of water, and then heard the voice of the child in the rice jar before she suddenly woke up, cheered up, and walked out of the village with the child in her arms. At this moment, Qianqian is described as haggard, and she has already grown some gray hair, and the whole person looks more than ten years old, which makes people feel very distressed. entrusted the child to Watson, and two months later, Qianqian died depressed, and at the moment before she died, she was still chanting Li Lianhuan's name, holding the space ring that Li Lianhuan often carried in her hand......

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"Then I'll remind you again, Li Sikong, who is at the peak of casting, do you remember?" Jing Yi gritted his teeth, and almost rushed out uncontrollably, but he kept himself calm, in anger, his brain couldn't think normally at all, and he would be quickly defeated in the battle, and now Jing Yi was facing people who were five realms higher than him, so naturally he couldn't be careless.

"Li Sikong, I remember that his son seems to be called Li Lianhuan, he is a master of swordsmanship, but it's a pity that it fell into my hands, no matter what kind of genius he is, he only ends up with a fall, are you a genius?" Feng Shuyue smiled, "Come on, come and help him take revenge, use your strongest strength!" Feng Shuyue swung out another sword, without using any soul power at all, it was completely a collision between pure flesh and Jing Yi.

The murderous dragon spear had already appeared in Jing Yi's hand, replacing the original iron thorn. As the spear waved, a little cold light swayed, and it clanged in the collision with the black sword.

"Do you know who forged this long sword? If you don't know, I'll tell you that this long sword is the prototype of an immortal weapon cast by Li Sikong at his peak, but it hasn't been quenched for the last time, and now you should know why his son's death is the deepest scar in his heart." The man laughed wildly, "Because he killed his son." It's the weapon he's refined!"

Jing Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, "I won't kill you today, I swear not to be a man!" The attack in his hand became even more fierce. The cold bursts between the spear swings have already used the cold flame of the snake heart in the move. "It's not good, Jing Yi was bewitched by this man! I didn't expect his magic voice to be so powerful, and he had cultivated to such a point!"

"That's what Li Lianhuan said that day, and many people said the same thing when I killed him, and today will be no exception, you will die. And it's the most gorgeous way to die. Next, take my move Storm Rolling Moon!" The man shouted, and suddenly the long sword in his hand soared, and countless sword qi formed a whirlwind in the air and slashed towards Jing Yi.

"Golden bell jar!" A huge golden bell appeared in an instant, and Jing Yi had not yet been enveloped. It was completely crushed by the sword qi one after another. Turning into starlight in the sky, it flutters around. Jing Yi suddenly felt a tingling pain in his mind. It was a reminder of the instrument spirit in the power of the three phases, and at this moment, Jing Yi is Huo Ran found that he had fallen into extreme danger at some point.

That torrent of sword qi crushed towards Jing Yi like a great river of sword qi, as long as it touched the slightest bit. It will be completely crushed, and now Jing Yi has been completely locked, and he can't even make the most ordinary movements, and he can only watch the torrent of sword qi smash towards him.

The violent roar of the !! made the entire sand pit shake, and the sand kept falling around, and there was a roaring sound, and countless cracks appeared on the ground, and some blue-black insects crawled out of the cracks. These small insects are generally hidden deep underground, and it is difficult to disturb them, but I can't imagine that this blow of the wind and moon is so strong. At the moment when the explosion came, all the surrounding sounds seemed to be blocked, because the sound was too loud, which led to the appearance of a phenomenon.

"Jing Yi!" Reverse Jiao shouted, then put his hands together, and with a stroke in front of him, a cross light wave appeared, which turned out to be completely composed of divine consciousness and completely aimed at the soul. As soon as this cross light wave formed, it bombarded towards the Wind Rolling Moon, and the Wind Rolling Moon was not to be outdone, and several wisps of divine consciousness intertwined and collided with the past. In just a few moments, the two fought more than 100 times, but the reverse Jiao had a faint upper hand.

"Three thousand world crows have been killed......" Suddenly, Jing Yi's shout came from the flying sand and stones, which made the two people who were fighting look stunned, and then stared closely at the direction from which the voice came, only to hear the voice say slowly: "It turns out that this is the true meaning of this move, it seems that what I have comprehended before is too shallow, this trick is the art of death!"

The sky that had been clear became gloomy again, but this time it was a very strange feeling, and the sky seemed to be full of dead air for a moment. This kind of dead air is very strong, I don't know where it rises, spreads above the sky, obscuring the sky. The sun seems to be hiding from this dead air of Cheng dù.

After people die, they will produce corpse gas and death gas, spreading towards the four directions of heaven and earth, this desert was a small country in ancient times, and then it was destroyed for unknown reasons, there are countless corpses under the ground, and there is also a very strong death gas, and now under the traction of this soul conjuring technique, it is spreading out to the sky. Countless black crows formed in the sky, and this time the crows formed were very detailed, and the feathers on their bodies could be seen clearly, no different from the real crows.

These crows formed rapidly in the sky, no more, no less, exactly three thousand. "Let's face death!" Jing Yi snorted lightly, and pointed his spear at the Wind Rolling Moon who was fighting against the Reverse Jiao, and then, the numerous crows were like an army that had been ordered, condensing in the air, turning into a black giant sword and smashing towards the Wind Rolling Moon.

The figure of the reverse Jiao flickered, and he hurriedly got out of the way, and the power in this move made him feel palpitations. This move "Three Thousand World Crows Killed" was originally a sword move, Jing Yi did not have a sword in his hand, but he used a spear as a medium, and this move became a large-scale group attack skill. At the moment before that torrent of sword qi hit Jing Yi's body, Jing Yi used the spell shield to offset the most powerful force that hit him, so that he could pick up a life under that fierce attack.

The giant sword in the sky sliced through the sky, bringing up a black light and slashing down towards the wind and moon, a slash that seemed to be able to make the earth shatter with boundless power.

"How dare the light of fireflies compete with Haoyue?" Feng Shuyue smiled contemptuously, and the long sword in his hand suddenly surged out a lot of sword qi, like a giant dragon flying, with unparalleled pressure, "Then, now that you are my opponent, I will use my real power to kill you!" At this moment, Feng Shuyue's eyes were completely devoid of play, replaced by a touch of imperceptible solemnity. (To be continued......)