The moonlight is pale, the cold light, splashing on the glass of the high house eaves, a piece of green water.

Up to Biluo, down to Huangquan.

The darkness seems to swallow up everything, and only this prescription is left in ten days and nine places, leaving the world far away.

Xuanyuan was dressed in white, with a long sword in his hand, standing on the ridge of the roof.

Xuanyuan was just boringly fiddling with the short sword in his hand, and his dark clothes were extremely enchanting under the silver glow.

The leaping golden dragon on the eaves seemed to be roaring towards the sky, and the glazed tiles flashed with five-colored brilliance in the sword light.

It was as if everything in heaven and earth had disappeared without a trace, except for two bright-colored figures in the bright moon, their clothes staggering, and their black hair flying.

Xuanyuan's cold eyes were as deep as the sea and as cold as ice.

But Xuanyuan was not afraid, the depths of his dark red eyes were full of resentment.

"Fourth brother, you have endured me for so many years, and finally want to do it with me because of this woman?" he was the first to speak, his voice cold without the slightest warmth.

"Eighth child, I owe you you and I will pay you back today. Xuanyuan flew up from the long sword in his hand, slashed a perfect arc, and landed at Xuanyuan's feet.

Xuanyuan's cold eyes froze, and the fourth brother in front of him was something he had never seen before.

Years of dusty memories swept away like a tide.

"Fourth brother, what you owe me will never be repaid, don't think about using a sword to get rid of your sins. He kicked the sword away from his feet, his dark red eyes growing even more angry.

If it weren't for that sword, how could he have always been in second place.

If it weren't for that sword, how could he have exhausted his mental strength, and there would be no way to reach the height of Xuanyuan Li.

If it weren't for that sword, how could he make his mother commit suicide with resentment and let his father treat him coldly.

But he said lightly, I will pay you back everything I owe you.

Can you bring my mother back to life, can you make my father look at me, can you restore my body to the same way it was before?

"If you refuse to take it, I will give it myself. Xuanyuan's eyes were full of determination, no matter how Xuanyuan treated himself, he could not care.

But he shouldn't have done anything to his women and children.

His deep eyes were staring at Xuanyuan Jue, the wind on the roof was raging wildly, blowing his snow-white clothes, his long black hair was flying wantonly in the wind, and under the moonlit night, the narrow shadow was swaying, looking a little cold and lonely.

He raised his right hand, which was white and slender, as if it had been carved in detail. The purple light flashed in his hand, slowly converging into a small purple crystal ball of brilliant glass.

"Fourth brother, what are you going to do?" Xuanyuan Jue's face tightened, and his eyes were shocked.

He has never been tempted by anyone, Zhong Xiaoxie's woman, she looks rude and unlovable, and very cruel, what did he like about her, he didn't even want his life for her.

"I owe you back to you, I don't owe you and you from now on, and you are not allowed to trouble Zhong Xiaoxie's mother and son again. "All he has is just a promise for Xuanyuan.

The man slowly fell into his arms, his face as pale as paper, and his body was dotted with blood. At that moment, he only felt that his cold heart was torn inch by inch, and he could barely breathe from the pain.

She's right, it's all because of herself.

If she hadn't been seriously injured and found her when she was poisoned, she would not have had a precarious life in the future.

If it weren't for this bad debt she owed, there would be no tragedy of her being imprisoned on death row and being tortured with humiliation.

If there is no one to break today, what face will he have to ask her for forgiveness?

If the safety of their mother and son cannot be guaranteed, what can he ask for them, and their mother and son will return to the son himself.

Xuanyuan Li's right hand held the purple crystal ball formed by the convergence of purple aura, and smashed it into his chest. The strength was so great that even the tiles under his feet were shattered.

The snow-white robe cracked, and the fragments were blown away by the palm wind, scattered in all directions, and slowly fell in front of Xuanyuan Jue.

Xuanyuan stared at the person in front of him dumbfounded.

I saw an extremely deep palm print on his chest, which was shocking.

On Junxiu's face, the corners of the cold and red lips were already slowly overflowing with blood.

"This punch is enough to dispel the spiritual power I cultivated in the Spirit Beast Forest, I am no longer at the peak of the Purple Spirit now, and my spiritual power is far inferior to yours. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had a lump of cotton stuffed in his throat, and he struggled to speak.

"You, you ......" Xuanyuan Jue stepped forward a few steps, wanting to reach out to help him, but he stiffened his hands and didn't know what to do.

This person is not only cold-hearted to others, but also so cruel to himself, leaving no room for it.

The peak of the seventh-order purple spirit, that is the realm of the entire Xuanyuan Continent, where everyone yearns for but can't ask for it.

He has been in the spirit beast forest for many years, how many hardships and hardships, how many tribulations, it is so easy to be destroyed.

Xuanyuan opened his mouth in desperation, but found that there was no sound in his throat at all, and his dark eyes flashed with an incredible trace of sadness.

He is a martial artist, a martial artist who regards spiritual cultivation as extremely noble and solemn.

He, how could he treat his hard-earned spiritual power like this, how could he be so sloppy and irresponsible.

"Eighth child, what you owe you has been repaid to you, I will never owe you again, everything you have done to Zhong Xiaoxie, I will definitely repay you in the future. He coldly put down his words, staggered regardless of his body, slowly took a few steps back, and then jumped down and disappeared in front of Xuanyuan.

The dagger in Xuanyuan's hand slipped down, and his dark eyes were still staring at the distant shadow.

Just now, he only felt that it was like a dream, and there was no way to return to his senses until now.

If the father and emperor knew the Dao, the god of the Xuanyuan Continent, for a woman, would be so incomprehensible and self-destruct his spiritual power, I don't know how he would feel.

After more than ten years of entanglement and struggle, because of this palm, he suddenly felt that it was himself who was ridiculous.

I tried my best to fight with him in all kinds of open and secret battles, but in the end, what is this?

Damn Zhong Xiaoxie, the hatred in Xuanyuan's heart was even deeper.

If it weren't for her, how could the fourth brother be so ungrateful for his spiritual power?

If it's really a disaster, he is dignified, he doesn't need the pity and apology of others, he needs an upright opponent, okay?

"Xuanyuan Li, what you owe me will never be repaid. Don't think that I will let go of that mother and son so easily, not only me, but even my father and emperor will not let them go. He clenched his fists, Nan Nan muttered to himself, his handsome face, under the miserable white moonlight, a little eerie and terrifying.

The corners of her red lips were slightly hooked, and a murderous sneer appeared. In the depths of his eyes, there was an overwhelming chill.

Everything is your own fault, don't blame this king for being cold-blooded and ruthless.