"Ice geese!" Ding Jiujiu wailed and fainted in his arms.

Ouyang Bingyan is like a withered flower, lying peacefully in front of the Guangming Palace, she proved the meaning of her existence with her life, born for love, died for love, this is the woman of Peacock Tower.

"I must go and bring her body back!" Yan Yunting resolutely broke out of the seal, he picked up Ouyang Bingyan's body, and just turned around to leave-

"Bang!" A red light exploded under his feet, and the bloody marquis fell from the sky with a palm, hitting him directly.

Yan Yunting circulated his true qi, withdrew and greeted him with a palm, "Smack!" The Bloody Marquis was shocked back, and he also fell to the ground, choking out a mouthful of blood, the difference in strength is still too big!

"I haven't seen you in just a few months, and your strength has increased so much, which really impresses Ben Hou!" Bloody Hou steadied his body with a hint of disbelief.

Yan Yunting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed at the demons of the Nine Shadows and said, "Today, I, Yan Yunting, swear here, that one day, I will destroy your entire Nine Shadows clan!" ”

"Huh...... Not very old, but not small! It's a pity that you won't have a future! The Bloody Cloth Hou turned into a bloody wind and rushed towards Yan Yunting.

If you don't have a ring, you have to shoot!

Shen Kuo is about to go out!

"Huh!"

A majestic sword aura was faster than everyone!

The sword qi cut through the blood wind, and the bloody marquis was beaten back to his original form, retreating into the air again and again.

The night sky cracked a trace, and Wei Yingzhou walked out with the national mourning.

"Humph! It's finally here, but your woman has been killed by Ben Hou. "The Bloody Marquis pointed to the sky and provoked.

Wei Yingzhou glanced at Ouyang Bingyan, his indifference was mixed with endless anger, he swept a sword qi and killed the Bloody Marquis.

"Let Benhou come to meet the ability of the first sword of Confucianism!" The Bloody Marquis gathered a qi blade in his hand and rushed towards Wei Yingzhou.

"Flash! You're no match for him! When Emperor Wuxiang shouted, the sword qi had already arrived in front of the Bloody Cloth Marquis.

The bloody marquis slashed with his qi blade, canceling the sword qi in the air, "Is this the strength of the first sword of Confucianism?" It's nothing more than—"

"Poof!"

Wei Yingzhou pierced the bloody marquis's chest from behind.

Blood-clothed Hou stared, Mu Ne turned his head, but met Wei Yingzhou's cold eyes: "You...... When did you ......"

"Caused by sword qi, people also go, you shouldn't kill her, you shouldn't kill her......" Wei Yingzhou's flat tone was full of anger, his palms trembled slightly, and countless sword qi like filaments entangled the Bloody Yihou.

The Bloody Marquis shouted for help: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, help me—"

"Bang!" The sword qi exploded, and the bloody marquis shattered his bones.

Wei Yingzhou quietly fell in front of Yan Yunting, glanced at the dead Ouyang Bingyan, and said with sadness: "Take her into the sealing realm, leave it to me here." ”

"Master Wei, there is a sentence that the younger generation still has to say, there are all kinds of messy things in this world, and there may be such things as resurrection......"

Coming back to life, even he didn't believe in this, Yan Yunting sighed after speaking, and carried Ouyang Bingyan into the sealing realm.

"What are you still doing in a daze! A Wei Yingzhou scared you! It's all for me! Emperor Wuxiang shouted loudly.

The demons frantically flocked to Wei Yingzhou.

Wei Yingzhou rose into the air, staring at the sword, two fingers stroked the sword, his Confucian robe and long hair were windless and automatic, an invisible sword qi was revealed from the country, and the sword qi continued to expand, ten miles, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, thousands of miles, wherever the sword intent reached, the sword qi would inevitably follow.

Even if the demon tried his best, he couldn't get half an inch into his body.

"This sword is called the national mourning, since the war and suffering, killing the enemy and drinking countless blood, feeling the world's separation, the great luck of the world, the Mahayana of the world, and then inherited from generation to generation in Confucianism, the sword of the holy gentleman;

My name is Wei Yingzhou, 47 years of Confucianism, 37 years of Confucianism, 6-year-old Confucianism, 13-year-old Confucianism, 15-year-old Jianghu, 16-year-old awarded the state of martyrdom, 18-year-old Emperor Grace into the court, and the year of the crown retired to return to school, inherited the chief academician, with the sword of the gentleman famous in the world; However, in this life, the career is open, but it is sentimental and bumpy, meeting the love of a lifetime, the impermanence of the world, the righteousness of destroying relatives, and since then the sword has not asked the rivers and lakes, it has been 27 years;

Looking back on the floating life, fifty-one years, empty, open, looking at the lack of clouds and sunny gardens, experiencing joys and sorrows, and finally suddenly realized, but an empty dream! ”

Wei Yingzhou's farewell poem echoed in the heavens and the earth, rolling hot tears overflowed the corners of his eyes, but the amorous swordsman had a ruthless sword, he killed his eyes together, looked back at the evil outside his body, and said vastly:

"Today, the plague is infecting the mountains and rivers, and the evil is causing chaos in the world, so we will wash the country's mourning, in the name of Confucianism, with the will of lovers, and with the death of 300,000 demons, I will pay tribute to my beloved wife Ouyang Bingyan!"

As soon as these words came out, 300,000 demons were frightened to retreat again and again!

Wei Yingzhou wiped the blood of the country, consumed the true anger of this life, and killed 300,000 demons with sword intent!

A sword, the haze is dissipated, and the earth is glorious!

Two swords, the demon is annihilated, and the soul is broken Kunlun!

Three swords, the mountains and rivers are unharmed, singing the national mourning!

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and the sword intent is vast and moves Kyushu!

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Zhongzhou, Huangshan Academy.

A pair of magpies flew into the bamboo house, each holding a branch, building a nest on the eaves, you comb my feathers, I play with your wings, so that I don't love.

Liu Bojun sat alone in the study, looked at the magpie blankly, and unconsciously shed tears: "Yingzhou, Bing Yan, I was wrong......

Nalan Yuanshu held the knife, leaned against the door of the bamboo house, held a handful of rice grains in his hand, and led the magpie to eat, he stroked the magpie tenderly, and said with emotion: "Maybe this ending is the best destination for the two of them, these two people, it's too difficult to love." ”

"Meta-art." Liu Bojun called lightly.

"Huh?"

"Yingzhou can't die in vain, you can help take a trip to Kunlun Mountain."

"Huh...... It's rare that Liu Da Confucian opened Chrysostom, okay. ”

Nalan Yuanshu released the magpie, shook his body slightly, and disappeared in place.

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Weizhou, Tianji Pavilion.

A middle-aged man in an ink robe stared into the distance, he did not smile, and his expression was hidden with sentimentality.

"Giant, your sword." Baili Zhaohua held a sword that was pitch black all over his body, and gave it to the middle-aged man with both hands.

The fourth of the top ten famous swords, Momei.

Nie Wuxian hesitated to take Momei and sighed: "Mr. Baili, is this really my Momen's style?" ”

Baili Zhaohua said: "The world is impermanent, and no one can predict that this catastrophe will be so dangerous. ”

"Choke!" Nie Wuxian pulled out the ink plum, waved it to the sky, turned into an ink mark, and pointed to the sky.

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