A soft drizzle of rain shook down from the sky and shook down on the earth.

The rain is clear, the rain is miserable, the rain is empty, and the rain is silent.

The rain is getting heavier.

The rain kept falling, as if it had been falling for a long time, and even the last rays of the setting sun were drowned in dense rain.

A light veil has been wrapped in the distance, gently enveloping the continuous distant mountains.

The carved railings are heavy and heavy. Sima Yan leaned on the carved railing and stood between the floors.

She stood dumbfounded, staring into the distance, her eyes that had been clear and bright were now filled with a layer of mist that was blurry.

The drizzle is inexpensive, and the inexpensive is wet. The rain hit her eyes. She blinked slightly, only for a moment, but her eyes were still fixed on the distance, but the fog in her eyes was thicker.

The rain can't break this layer of fog, nor can it dissolve this layer of fog.

The light yarn can be cut, but the light yarn covered by the smoke and rain can never be cut.

Especially the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River seem to always carry a kind of long-term love and sorrow that makes people lose their souls.

There is only a mist in the distance, a mist raised by a light veil.

Misty in the distance, I don't know how many layers of light yarn there are?

Rosy clouds. The sky is full of sunshine.

At sunset, it's always beautiful, beautiful and fascinating.

The sun will not set, and people will not return.

The wind danced slowly, from the ancient road.

Although it was the doldest daylight of the day, it was still bright red. The setting sun shone from behind him, and he stepped on the shaking figure reflected by the shaking of the setting sun.

Behind him was the sunset, a beautiful sunset that had been sung by countless.

But he didn't yearn for today's sunset.

The sunset is gorgeous and beautiful, why doesn't he yearn for this tranquil, intoxicating and fleeting beauty?

Is it because it is too good for him to feel disgusted and abandoned?

Or is he running away?

Escaping from such beauty, the beauty that makes people feel calm and serene?

Why?

He looked into the distance, straight to an ancient tree. It was as if he wasn't thinking about anything, and it was as if he didn't want to think about anything.

The ancient trees are swaying, swaying in the autumn evening breeze. Autumn is gone.

Autumn is over, and winter is coming.

His gaze was straight and determined, but with a hint of deep, even incomprehensible weariness.

It was as if he had seen death.

Death?

His hands are steady, extremely stable. His whole body was shaking in Shang Biao's cutting, but his hands remained motionless.

Right hand. The hand holding the sword.

Hand on the hilt of the sword.

He walked slowly to the old tree and stood quietly, not even making a single movement, not even breathing.

Ancient trees are Xiao Xiao. The autumn wind broke off a few more yellow leaves.

Leaves fall. Fluttering down, landing at his feet.

Feng Xiaowu looked at the fallen leaves and looked around. The mountains in the distance are golden, and the yellow leaves break free from the branches and fly among the mountains. Many feelings suddenly surged up in his heart, and even a kind of poetry, a kind of desolate poetry.

But he quickly closed his eyes.

Because his hand, his right hand, had always held the hilt of the sword tightly.

How has there never been death under the sword?

So he closed his eyes and closed them tightly.

He couldn't let anything touch his heart. His heart must remain at peace.

This is not the poet's calm. The poet's calm lies in the sunset, in the mountains and yellow leaves.

This is the calm of the swordsman, the absolute silence and ethereal before the sword is unsheathed.

If the poetic heart occupies the sword heart, even if it is only a minute and an inch, his heart will become a dead heart.

A dead heart that can never beat again!

Feng Xiaowu suddenly opened his mouth and sighed softly. His eyes were closed, so no one knew what his expression was at the moment, or what mood he was in to sigh.

The sun has fallen in the West Mountain. There are still a few traces of the afterglow of dusk on the horizon.

Feng Xiaowu has sat down. It was as if there was no longer him in heaven and earth, and his man seemed to have become one with the twilight of this twilight.

In the distance, there was a sound of horses' hooves. The sound of hooves is small and messy, but it is steady and powerful, and it is obviously a good horse. The sound of hooves was originally in the endless distance of the ancient road, and in a moment it was under the ancient tree.

Four people, four horses. Four noble and snow-white horses, four noble and proud people.

The man has turned over and dismounted. Wind Dance opened her eyes.

All four are teenagers, different teenagers.

Different clothes, different looks, different looks.

Different swords.

Different people, but they have the same.

They are all dressed differently, but they are all finely lined, and the hand-cut is perfectly tailored to their figures. They all look different, but they are all very handsome, and their demeanor is also very chic. Their expressions are different, but they all have that kind of domineering arrogance.

Their swords are different, but they are all swords that kill!

They're going to kill the same person.

The Wind Dance has stood up. Before they could speak, he spoke to the young man on the far left, who looked more mature and sophisticated than the other three:

"Are you Li Changsong?"

The young man straightened up: "That's right, I'm Li Changsong." ”

He is something to be proud of. The Huashan faction is not only a famous and decent sect in the rivers and lakes, but also the level of martial arts is also stronger than many sects in the rivers and lakes. In particular, swordsmanship is already second to none in the rivers and lakes. And the Huashan faction is strict in selecting disciples, and the world knows it. The head of the previous generation, Dai Qiu Tong, only accepted thirteen disciples in his life, and this generation of Master Kuyu was even more than his senior brother, only accepting six disciples.

Although the number of Huashan factions is small, each of them is a first-class knight in the rivers and lakes, and no matter what era it is, they all stand out among the many swordsmanship schools in the rivers and lakes.

And Li Changsong is the chief disciple under the seat of Master Huashan Kuyu.

As soon as Li Changsong's name came out, his prestige in the rivers and lakes was even more admirable than the bitter rain in Huashan. After all, Master Kuyu is very old, and he has not been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and Li Changsong has presided over the actions related to Huashan for many years. Maybe Li Changsong's swordsmanship attainments are not as good as Master Kuyu, but his reputation is far and wide, just as there is no one who walks the rivers and lakes who does not know the Huashan faction who will not know Li Changsong.

Wherever such figures go, they are bound to cause an uproar. However, such a character, Feng Xiaowu didn't even look at it, and his eyes turned to the young man beside Li Changsong.

Although the clothes of the four were all luxurious and exquisite, this one's clothes were undoubtedly more luxurious than the other three.

He also has the most decorations. The gold crown on the head is inlaid with a pearl as big as a dragon's eye, a long-lived lock with a disc pattern is wrapped around the neck, a multicolored jade luan silk is tied around the waist, and a bag of brocade musk embroidered with exquisite Song brocade is hung on the other side.

His sword is also the most decorated. The scabbard is made of red gold, and it is covered with an extremely rare layer of white python skin. The head of the sword is a crystal clear ruby—

A ruby the size of a sword's head.

It's a ruby the size of a smelling cup.

How valuable is such a ruby?

Feng Xiaowu didn't care about this question at all, he didn't even seem to see this ruby at all, and asked slowly, "Are you Nangong Ye?" ”

The young man's face showed a sneering sneer, and he said proudly, "Not bad. ”

Except for the Nangong family of the five great families, which family will have such a big fortune?

Nangong Ye is the eldest son of the Nangong family, and such a ruby certainly belongs to him.

It was not incomprehensible that he would sneer. After all, a simple white dress on Feng Xiaowu's body really can't be called his gorgeous appearance, if he can't bear to dress like this person standing beside him on weekdays.

Feng Xiaowu didn't seem to see the sneer on his face, and his gaze had moved to the next person.

The man seemed to have drunk a little, but his mind was still clear, and his hand holding the sword was steady. Without waiting for Feng Xiaowu to speak, he had already rushed to say: "Xie Yulou." ”

Feng Xiaowu only nodded, looking away from his face.

Watching Feng Xiaowu faintly slide away from his face, as if he was casually sweeping his gaze on an inconspicuous piece of mud, Xie Yulou couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

He had seen a lot of people, and he had seen a lot of people with a sudden change in their faces when they heard his name.

There is shock, there is respect, there is fear, there is admiration, there is worship, there is jealousy, there is pain......

He had seen all sorts of expressions, on the faces of those who heard his name. Even some girls who know that it is him, do not hesitate to give their bodies and everything they have to him, even if they know that they will not get anything in return from him, they are willing.

He was indeed a very attractive young man, and at the same time a very attractive man. His name also has the same emotional magic.

But he had never seen anyone with no expression on their faces when they heard his name.

Although the Xie family does not belong to the five great families, in recent years, the Xie family's martial arts and status in the rivers and lakes have not been despised by any faction, and they can even catch up with the nine major sword schools in the rivers and lakes.

Xie Yulou is not a descendant of the Xie family, and he can't even be regarded as a member of the Xie family at all. Just because his mother was just a maid of the Xie family at that time. When his father knew that his mother was pregnant, he tried every means to drive his mother out of the Xie family, and even used violence to suppress her. But his mother insisted on not leaving, and finally forced her to die, so she finally stayed in the Xie family.

Causing a death is not a trivial matter after all. In this kind of upright martial arts family, such a thing will never be allowed to leave a stain on the family.

Pregnant in October, she fell to the ground.

His mother, only his mother, worked hard to pull him up. Since he was born, his father had never looked at them.

On the day he was born, his father even drank happily in the green building in the city, embracing concubines and prostitutes.

In the bleak silence of the night, in a dim light, his mother was still sewing a dress for him that had been mended six times—in fact, no matter how much he mended it, it was already a torn garment, but it only made the ragged garment look less torn.

Although he grew up in Xie's house, he lived in a dilapidated house. Whenever the wind and rain leak in the middle of the night, it will torture him so that he can't sleep at night.

For wealthy families, it is obviously not difficult to build a dilapidated house in their own yard.

He understood that his father had done it on purpose. His mother gave him a nice name, but others didn't remember his name, and they all called him a little slave. He had never seen his father, and he didn't understand why his father would treat his own son like this, and the woman with whom he had a night of daunting?

Only his mother knew. His mother never told him why, and only secretly wept alone after he slept late at night.

It was the heat of the summer night that woke him from his sleep.

When he woke up, he saw not his own sweat, but his mother's face full of tears.

Since then, his resentment towards his father has been deeply rooted in his bones.

The mother never demanded anything from the man, and single-handedly gave her child all her love and raised him until he was nine years old.

The mother's youthful beauty soon turned into wrinkles on her face, her clear and watery eyes gradually became dull, and even her originally beautiful voice began to be a little hoarse.

Although he was only nine years old, he was much more mature than many sixteen or seventeen-year-old children.

Many sixteen or seventeen-year-old children have been living every day since they were born, enjoying the warm care and love of their parents. And he survived every day, running against the icy wind, carrying a bamboo basket heavier than himself, on the frosty gravel road.

As long as he can make money, he will do anything.

He even stole.

Once, for stealing a few copper plates, he was hung up and tied to a tree, and whipped by three wicker wheels for almost half an hour.

It is a miracle that he did not die.

And he insisted on walking back home.

His whole body was already a blur of flesh and blood. When he returned home, the doorman of the Xie family didn't even ask, and picked him up and threw him five feet away.

Then he fainted.

When he woke up, it was in the middle of the night.

It's late at night again.

Before a dim light.

It's dim again.

The wounds all over his body ached the moment he woke up. He felt as if his whole body was being burned by the demonic fire of hell.

He wanted to shout, he wanted to shout. Because the wound was so painful, it hurt so much that he even wanted to die.

But he held back, clenching the flesh in his mouth tightly.

Although he was only nine years old, he was able to endure pain that adults could not endure, and it could even be said that human beings could not endure it.

He could hold back because he saw his mother sitting on the edge of the bed.

He had never seen his mother cry so hard.

Although he had only seen this once, he knew that it must have been the saddest time his mother cried.

He looked at his mother's trembling body, and for a long, long time, he didn't say a word.

He had sworn in his heart.

He vowed never to let his mother shed another tear for himself.

The day after he woke up, Old Man Xie's obituary spread throughout Xie's mansion.

In the midst of mourning, the Xie family also changed hands here.

Replaced by his father. Xie Zhongting, "Aoyagi Swordsman" Xie Zhongting.

Aoyagi, how elegant, how poetic.

Xie Zhongting is indeed an elegant person.

Only their mother and son knew how ugly, dirty, and even heinous what Xie Zhongting did.

A man who can do such a thing to his own women and children is guilty of no matter what the reason.

However, on this day, he saw a rare glimmer of light in his mother's long-dim eyes.

He spent the entire month in bed. As soon as he moved slightly, he felt a heart-rending pain.

In addition to taking good care of him every day, his mother often left the dilapidated house during this time, and once did not come back for a whole day.

He didn't know what his mother was doing, but he didn't ask.

He didn't feel worthy to ask. His mother's tears for him are still vivid in his mind.

But he still can't help but long, hoping that his mother can come back soon.

Although he is more mature than most children, he is still a child.

One day he couldn't help but ask, because his mother looked so happy when she came back, and he had never seen her so happy in a long time.

His mother didn't tell him, she just smiled at him.

He slept very early tonight, earlier than ever.

Because he's in a good mood. Mother is in a good mood, and he is in a good mood just as well.

A few days later, his injuries were almost healed.

But the mother did not return overnight.

He couldn't help but worry. So he jumped out of bed—a long plank covered with a white cloth—to find his mother.

He jumped out of bed, and the door opened.

He looked over and saw a rickety figure.

It's the mother.

His face was happy, but the joy suddenly disappeared, and he hurriedly walked over and hugged his mother. His mother looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes, the brightest light ever seen in his mother's eyes since he was sensible.

"You won't have to live here tomorrow."

The brightest light, and the last light.

Then the mother fell to the ground.

He didn't understand what was going on, but he knew his mother had fallen. He fell to his knees, calling desperately, shaking desperately.

When he gradually regained his senses, he went to feel his mother's pulse.

Then his whole being became a sculpture.

He did not believe, and he would never believe.

After a long, long time, he trembled and reached out to reach out to his mother's heart.

He couldn't help but believe it.

He lay on his mother's corpse and wept.

Even though he was whipped by the three wicker reincarnations for half an hour, he did not shed a single tear. But now he was on the verge of collapse.

He hugged his mother's body and wept incessantly. Suddenly, he had a strange thought, as if he felt some mysterious call. He reached out and untied his mother's clothes.

Then he froze.

My mother's carcass was as soft, slender, smooth, and beautiful as it was ten years ago, but it was covered in bruises.

All kinds of scars were all over the body, even the wounds cut by sharp weapons.

His tears ceased in an instant, and so did his cries.

He clenched his fists tightly, his whole body trembling with mad grief and anger.

His mother is buried. was buried on the night after his death, using the pomp and identity of Mrs. Xie.

He finally understood what his mother had been doing this month.

My mother had been begging my father for a name that should have belonged to her.

She begged for this title not for herself, but for her son, the only love of her life.

She begged for fame, just so that her son could enter the Xie family and enter the Xie family in a dignified manner.

When she finally got her wish and got what she wanted, she couldn't hold it anymore and went to her child forever.

She has never gone to that man again in her life, just for the sake of her child, she is willing to face this devil again, to endure inhuman abuse and torture.

Who knows what kind of suffering she has suffered in the past month?

She was not even twenty-five years old before she left this world.

He stood in front of his mother's grave for a long time, not even a tear fell.

When the people were gone, the night was dark, and the creatures in heaven and earth seemed to have stopped, he finally knelt down and knelt down in front of his mother's grave.

He cried all night.

His name was also changed from Chu Yulou to Xie Yulou.

Why do you want to get what should belong to you, but pay the price of your life?

Why?

officially entered the Xie family, and his brothers and sisters united to bully him in the face of this strange sibling. On the first day he entered the Xie family, he was completely isolated.

Because his mother is just a girl, a little girl who has been abandoned by men for ten years. In their eyes, he is just a wild boy who has lived a life that is not even as good as a dog for ten years.

But he didn't care, he didn't care. He only does his own thing and practices his own martial arts. No matter what others said to him or what they thought of him, he didn't care at all.

Five years later, he had mastered all the martial arts of the Xie family and defeated his eldest brother at the family meeting.

It's not a fluke, by no means.

No one has ever practiced so hard, desperately, or even desperately!

As he watched his eldest brother kneel in front of him and beg for mercy, he finally had a hint of the pleasure of revenge, the pleasure of revenge for his mother.

At the age of seventeen, he began to walk the rivers and lakes alone.

Until now, he has not been defeated once, and he has never lost face to the Xie family once. Now half of the reputation of the new generation of the Xie family in the rivers and lakes is created by him.

He didn't want to let down his mother, and he would never let anyone dare to despise him again!

No one knows where this glory came about.

Endless hard work and endless hard work have created today's Xie Yulou.

His swordsmanship, of course, was stronger than any of the three.

When Wind Dance's expressionless gaze swept over his face, he wanted to make a move, he wanted to make a move.

But he didn't make a move. An inexplicable fear inhibited him, so that he had the sword in his hand, but he did not dare to draw it.

What is he afraid of?

Xie Yulou stared at the wind and danced, and cold sweat was oozing from his palms.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. It was only from the moment he faced the wind that this strange fear had spread from the deepest part of his heart, gradually eroding his entire body and soul.

The other three people didn't seem to have the same fear as him, the expressions on their faces were still very calm, their eyes were also very calm, and Nangong Gongzi's face still had his unique ridicule and sarcasm.

Among the four, the highest swordsmanship is Xie Yulou. That's why he could see something that the other three couldn't see, something that was enough to make people fall into an endless abyss.

Now he himself seemed to have fallen into the endless abyss, and his whole person was completely cold.

The autumn breeze passed quietly. His coat fluttered up, and his whole body seemed to tremble slightly.

Is it the wind?

Feng Xiaowu looked at the last person: "Are you Zhan Sanqian?" ”

The young man said: "Huangshan Wu sent Zhan three thousand. ”

Huangshan Zhan 3,000.

A sword pierced out, as if there were three thousand swords.

This is what he said himself, and no one ever doubted it.

Those who doubt are dead by his sword.

There were doubts, but now no one doubts.

Feng Xiaowu raised his head and looked at the autumn dusk.

The sunset in the sky is still as gorgeous as fire, and the autumn mood seems to be even stronger.

No one spoke.

After a brief question and answer, Feng Xiaowu stopped talking.

They also did not dare to speak.

This was the first time they had seen the wind and dance, but they also began to feel an inexplicable aura suppressing their nerves.

Although they were not as frightened as Xie Yulou, they also felt the pressure, and Nangong's sneer gradually disappeared from their faces.

Although they are not as good as Xie Yulou, they are also first-class players in the rivers and lakes.

For a long, long time, no one spoke.

The heavens and the earth are darker, and the twilight is fading.

A few yellow leaves fell and fell among the five.

Nangong Ye finally couldn't help but speak: "We know that the pink scorpion, the night smelling incense, these flower thieves, you killed them, you killed them all at night, and you didn't steal from the hundred doors at night, the Ding brothers in Henan, these robbers and villains, and the thirteen gangsters in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River estuary were also destroyed by yourself." ”

Feng Xiaowu looked up at the sky, as if he hadn't heard Nangong Ye talking, as if he had been out of his mind.

Zhan Sanqian said: "We know that you use a sword, and it just so happens that we also use a sword, so we ......"

Feng Xiaowu interrupted him, "I'm afraid this won't be enough for the four of you to find me together. ”

Li Changsong said: "The main reason, of course, is not this. ”

Nangong Ye said: "Gu Yunsong, the eldest disciple of Yi Fengyang, the head of Emei, heard that he was defeated by your sword three months ago. ”

Feng Xiaowu said lightly: "His swordsmanship is far from enough to fight with me. ”

They immediately shut their mouths.

If someone else said this, they didn't even bother to sneer. But this sentence came out of the mouth of the wind dance.

They paused for a moment to breathe.

Silence. There was silence. There was a silence of autumn evening.

The wind dances and looks at the sky.

What is he looking at?

Or do you want to penetrate the layers of autumn clouds and twilight and transmit your gaze to the distant distance?

Far away from the end of the world, where is the end of the world?

After a long silence, Xie Yulou said, "In the next five days, you defeated the three masters of the Hainan faction, Haijizi. ”

Feng Xiaowu still looked at the autumn sky: "So you came to me?" ”

Xie Yulou said: "Yes." ”

Feng Xiaowu was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "You guys are late, a quarter of an hour late. ”

None of them answered, but their faces didn't change either.

Feng Xiaowu said: "You asked me to come, but you were late first." ”

Zhan Sanqian rushed to say: "That's because ......"

Feng Xiaowu immediately interrupted him: "That's because you want me to wait, and when I am upset, the sword technique will inevitably be missed." ”

Feng Xiaowu looked at Zhan Sanqian, his eyes were as cold as the sword in his hand: "If there is a mistake in the swordsmanship, in the face of a master like you, life and death are between a thought, and there is no chance of winning." Deaths and injuries are inevitable and sporadic in martial arts competitions, and you probably don't intend to spare my life. In this way, if you don't talk about being late, no one will know about it. ”

"And as soon as I die, you will gain even more prestige."

Zhan Sanqian had lowered his head.

As soon as he saw Feng Xiaowu's gaze, he immediately lowered his head.

He had never seen such a gaze. So sharp and cold, close to the gaze of a beast.

Even more fierce, colder, and more cruel than the beast.

He has never bowed to anyone, but now he can't help but bow his head, and he doesn't dare not bow his head.

With such a gaze, he didn't even dare to touch it again.

In the face of this young man who seemed to be younger than himself, he could not say more. His mouth was the oiliest of the four. When his mouth was oily, he had seen all kinds of gazes, and he dared to face them, and then he lied without a trace. However, he had already arranged the lie in his mind and memorized countless times, and he didn't even have the courage to say it at this moment.

He was already regretting why he had come.

Feng Xiaowu did not speak again. They didn't speak again.

Cold sweat had penetrated their gorgeous clothes.

After another moment of silence, Feng Wu said, "Let's shoot together." ”

The four of them looked at the wind at the same time, and they were also stunned at the same time.

That was their intention. They originally wanted to use Zhan Sanqian's three-inch incorruptible tongue to skillfully induce Feng Xiaowu to agree, although this is not very good-looking, and even spurned by the people in the rivers and lakes, but only this is the only way to win, they know very well.

After all, none of the four of them dared to say that they could defeat the three masters of the Hainan faction.

Except for them, as long as no one knows, they are still behind the famous families, and there are few handsome heroes in the rivers and lakes.

Now these words came out of Feng Xiaowu's mouth, which they never expected. From the mouth of the Wind Dance, they hesitated for a moment.

After a while, Zhan Sanqian said: "We know that we are not as good as you, but the rules in the rivers and lakes ......"

Feng Xiaowu interrupted him again: "You are already wasting my time by asking me to come, and I don't want to waste more time." ”

Zhan Sanqian's slightly trembling hand quickly regained his composure: "Since this is the case, then we might as well obey our orders with respect." ”

Once he seizes the opportunity, he will not let it go. He won't leave his opponent with a chance to change his mind.

No matter how strong the opponent is, how can he be able to defeat these four first-class swords?

Apparently they all thought so. The four of them immediately separated, each occupying one place, and surrounded Feng Xiaowu.

They weren't far away, they weren't too close. Because they are not sure of killing Wind Dance, they all want to send their swords into his empty door when Wind Dance is dealing with others.

Xie Yulou is the closest to the station. He didn't move at all.

He didn't bother to join the other three to find the Wind, but his father ordered him to do so.

Now the father who has begun to treat him as a "son".

He didn't want Xie Yulou to die, so he didn't let Xie Yulou go to find Feng Xiaowu alone.

The honor that Xie Yulou earned is the honor of the Xie family, that is, the honor of the head of the Xie family, of course he will not let the current Xie Yulou die.

Xie Yulou held the hilt of his sword. He never wanted to listen to this man, and he hated this person to the core.

But there was nothing he could do about it, just because this man was his father.

The biological father who killed his mother with his own hands.

The other three had already set up their positions, but no one had drawn their swords.

No one wants to be the first substitute for the dead. They know very well that the first person to draw a sword is the first to die.

Although Xie Yulou was still calm, the hand holding the sword seemed to be trembling, trembling from grasping the hilt of the sword tightly.

Xie Zhongting didn't want me to die, he just wanted me to fight for more reputation for the Xie family.

Am I alive and am nothing more than a tool, a tool to gain fame and fame for others?

And a tool for a beast?

Could it be that my mother let me live just for an animal?

Xie Yulou suddenly held the sword tighter, and his hand trembled even more.

He didn't know why he remembered so many things at this moment, and he was about to use his sword to kill.

Before killing someone, you shouldn't have thought about it so much.

But he had thought about it, and it was angry, it was painful, it was pathetic, it was ridiculous.

It is said that when a person faces death, things that he would never have figured out in his life will suddenly become simple and transparent.

Could it be that the man I am facing now is death?

My death?

Xie Yulou laughed, laughing strangely and weirdly: "If you don't make a move, I'll come!" ”

With a dragon roar, the sword light is like a match, and it goes straight to the chest of the wind and dance!

The other three noticed that his sword was slower than usual, but none of them cared.

It's meant to die, what's the difference between fast and slow?

Although it was slow, it was enough to attract the attention of Feng Xiaowu, Xie Yulou was still Xie Yulou after all.

At least they think that's enough.

So they also took out their swords, and the moment Xie Yulou drew their swords, they took out their swords!

Three swords, almost at the same time!

Three swords, respectively stabbed at Feng Xiaowu's left waist, right flank, and back heart!

This sword has exhausted all the essence and strength of swordsmanship in their lives! Because they all know that there is only one chance, and there is only one.

Whoever stabs the sword into the body of the Wind Dance first will be the one who kills the Wind Dance Dance!

That person is bound to become famous, and achieve even more fame and honor than they have now.

This is what they desire, and what they desperately want.

They came only for this one thing.

Otherwise, why would they come!

Yet there is a little, only a little.

They all overlook one point, the most important one.

There is only one chance, and there is only one. But none of them could get this opportunity!

A cold light flashed, and even the autumn mood between heaven and earth seemed to be broken!

Xie Yulou's sword had stopped.

His sword was only an inch away from Wind Dance's chest.

One inch. For him, and indeed for any swordsman, one inch was enough to kill anyone.

Why didn't he stab the sword?

Xie Yulou's pupils contracted, and his eyes trembled.

His trembling gaze looked down at his throat.

He couldn't see his own throat, but he saw blood.

Blood trickled down his throat and dripped down the hem of his clothes.

The tip of the sword had been sent to his throat, and blood was oozing from his throat.

But he didn't die. He didn't even feel the pain of the blade, only the coldness between the skin of his pharynx.

In such a fierce and rapid duel, the opponent is four first-class swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, and it is inconceivable that they can still handle life and death so accurately, and it will never happen.

But now it has happened, right in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, he noticed that there were three people lying beside Feng Xiaowu.

Three complete people, only a little red in the throat.

Strictly speaking, not people.

It's the dead.

The ones who should have died didn't die, and the ones who didn't die all died.

Xie Yulou's pupils had contracted like pins.

Not only was the sword precise and piercing him in the throat without killing him, but it pierced the throats of three others even before he even knew the pain.

Xie Yulou's hands were already trembling.

The hand holding the sword. No longer trembling, but trembling.

He never thought that there was such a sword in the world!

Xie Yulou stood silently, his tense spirit seemed to have begun to collapse.

He didn't say a word.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that death was not a terrible thing. In the face of the moment of death, he actually got a kind of pleasure, a kind of lightness that all people and things will be freed from this, and completely forgotten.

He closed his eyes, ready to accept death.

However, he felt the coldness in his throat quietly disappear, and he felt the warmth of the blood flowing through his body again.

Dead people don't feel warm.

He opened his eyes, and the sword was in its sheath.

The scabbard of the wind dances.

Xie Yulou was stunned and watched the wind dance. He looked at it for a long, long time with a bewildered gaze. It wasn't until Feng Xiaowu had turned around and walked on the ancient road that he asked, "You won't kill me?" ”

He really didn't understand why Feng Xiaowu didn't kill him.

Feng Xiaowu stopped and said lightly: "I don't like to kill." ”

"But ......"

"You're defeated." Feng Xiaowu turned around: "You are defeated, but defeat does not necessarily mean death." ”

Xie Yulou was silent for a moment and said, "Why don't you kill me?" ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "Your mood just now is very unstable, so you are slow to act, otherwise you will also die." ”

Xie Yulou was silent.

If the sword is slow, why can it survive?

This is a difficult sentence to understand, but Xie Yulou understands it.

If it weren't for the fact that his sword was slow, and Feng Xiaowu no longer had the ability to handle his life and death so precisely, that sword would inevitably pierce his throat.

Feng Xiaowu looked at Xie Yulou: "You shouldn't drink before the duel, you can't even drink a drop." ”

Xie Yulou's eyes suddenly revealed a very strange feeling, but this feeling quickly disappeared from his eyes.

Feng Xiaowu didn't notice the change in the expression in his eyes, and looked at the sunset in the distance. The twilight shadow is among the yellow leaves of the ancient trees, and the drunkenness seems to be even stronger.

After a long time, Feng Xiaowu said: "I won't kill you, just because you are not as cunning as these three people, and you want to exchange the life of one person for the opportunity to make a move." ”

Feng Xiaowu sneered: "It's a pity that all they get in exchange is death." ”

Xie Yulou was silent.

Feng Xiaowu said: "Your swordsmanship comes from the Xie family, and it is not easy to practice such swordsmanship in the Xie family." ”

Xie Yulou was about to speak, but Feng Xiaowu had already answered: "It's not that the Xie family's swordsmanship itself is problematic, but that the Xie family of this generation has a disease. ”

Xie Yulou said: "What disease?" ”

"Lazy disease, lazy disease that refuses to endure hardship." Feng Xiaowu's eyes turned to Xie Yulou: "You are in that environment, but you don't suffer from such laziness. ”

"Could it be that you have had some unusual past?"

These fourteen words pierced Xie Yulou's heart like a sharp arrow. Xie Yulou tensed the nerves on his face and didn't let his face change much.

He didn't want to tell anyone about this past, and he didn't want anyone to know about it.

He thought that Feng Xiao Wu would continue to ask him, but Feng Xiao Wu had already turned around: "Whatever the reason, it's your business, and I'm not interested in knowing." ”

The wind danced and walked out under the ancient trees. Xie Yulou was still silent. When Feng Xiaowu had already walked on the ancient road, he finally couldn't help but say loudly: "What if my sword stabbed through the moment you collected your sword just now, what would you do?" ”

"How? Isn't death the only thing? Feng Xiaowu turned around, and actually smiled at Xie Yulou: "But I know that you will never stab that sword." You see, didn't you stab it out? ”

Xie Yulou looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart.

He really couldn't understand this man.

But he now knows one more thing.

This swordsman, who is not smiling, is actually quite good-looking when he laughs.

The wind danced among the ancient roads, and the trembling figure of Shang Feng gradually blended into the last shallow shadow of the sky.

He's a guy who's never really understood anyone.