Jian Shumei wanted to struggle to sit up, but he was too seriously injured, and before he got up, he fell to the side heavily, his eyes were cracked, blood oozed from between his teeth, soaking his lips, and the ten fingers of his hands fell deep into the soft sand beside him, he clenched his fists helplessly, turned his head to look at the soft sword that was swaying in the wind, but his vision became more and more blurred, and the stars under the moonlight seemed to be covered with a light veil, his brain was groggy, everything seemed to be in a dream, only the sharp pain kept him awake.

Crawling in the direction of the soft sword, wanting to fight to the death with Mu Yinhan, but his wrist was stepped on by Mu Yinhan, a low roar came from his throat, trembling and looking up at Mu Yinhan's blurred face, he just wanted to speak, but he was choked by it, and the whole person was forced to lift up, father and son looked at each other, but they were murderous and full of resentment.

"Look at it, they all died because of you. Mu Yinhan sneered, "It's all your own doing." Jian Shumei slowly raised his hand, trying to break Mu Yinhan's hand, but he had no strength, so he had to snort coldly, smiling, but the anger in his eyes did not decrease in the slightest, and retorted: "Half a life like this...... It's all thanks to you......" Mu Yinhan saw that he was still obsessed, so he threw him out and fell heavily on the shore of the starry cold pool, three steps away, there was a soft sword, but the sword was powerless to pull it up.

"Look at your embarrassed appearance, you can't even lift a sword. You still won't admit you're wrong. Mu Yinhan's eyes narrowed slightly, both resentful and puzzled, and he still refused to believe it, could it really be his mistake, but he just wanted to make Jian Shumei not interfere with those false foreign objects, is this also wrong? Jian Shumei couldn't say anything more, just turned his head and stopped looking at Mu Yinhan.

Mu Yinhan knew his determination to die, but he really couldn't bear to kill the righteous son he had raised for many years with his own hands, so he slowly turned around, closed his eyes and said, "Yanlong, you clean up for the old man." Yan Long did not hesitate, bowed and slowly walked to Jian Shumei's side. Mu Yinhan's throat squirmed, and he sighed lightly, and a muddy tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, along the wrinkled, old cheeks, fell into the soft sand, and disappeared.

But Yanlong came to Jian Shumei's side, the two looked at each other, Jian Shumei closed his eyes, quietly waited for death, and suddenly felt that the acupoints at his dantian were hit, followed by a warm current pouring into his body, he opened his eyes in surprise, only to see Yanlong squatting beside him, first sealing several acupoints for him to temporarily suppress internal injuries, and then delivering internal force for him to force out blood congestion in his body. As Jian Shumei spit out the blood that had been accumulated in his throat for a long time, his face gradually improved.

"Third Brother Yan......" Jian Shumei said weakly, "You, why do you have to do this......" Yan Long didn't say a word, when the luck was finished, he was already sweating profusely, and although Jian Shumei said that he had not recovered all his strength, at least the injury was not serious for the time being. Yan Long stood up expressionlessly, pulled up the soft sword, placed it beside Jian Shumei, and turned to look at Mu Yinhan's back. When Mu Yinhan heard the movement behind him, he thought that Yan Long had already disposed of the traitor, so he turned around to check, but saw that Jian Shumei was not only not dead, but seemed to be improving, so he was angry and hurriedly asked, "Yan Long......! Are you going to betray the old man?"

Yan Long shook his head and said, "Saving the life of the young sect master is not a betrayal. After saying that, he bowed solemnly to Mu Yinhan, "The subordinates disobeyed the order of the door master, the crime is unforgivable, and there is more than enough to die, I hope that the door master and the young door master can resolve the grievances and get back together." Door master, please cherish it. Mu Yinhan was furious, and was about to start cleaning the portal, when he heard this, he was stunned in place. And Jian Shumei also understood what Yan Long intended in an instant, hurriedly hugged his ankle, and shouted hoarsely: "Third Brother Yan!

Who knew that Yanlong slowly raised his arms, clenched his fists, but his body did not move, his lips were closed, his eyes were round, and after a while, a line of blood was left at the corner of his mouth, and the huge figure like Mount Tai fell heavily on his back, raising a cloud of dust. This steely man finally chose to cut off his heart, just to change his brother for a way to live.

Seeing his brothers and relatives die in front of him one by one, Jian Shumei held Yanlong's corpse in his arms, cried bitterly, the green tendons on his neck and forehead bulged, his cheeks were red, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Old thing-I want you, blood debt and blood payment!" And Mu Yinhan didn't expect this to happen today, he staggered forward and almost fell to the ground, hung his head, hurriedly pressed the old body with a long knife, and couldn't help but force out a mouthful of blood, but he took it in his mouth and swallowed it again. With his white hair floating in the wind, Mu Yinhan's teeth trembled a little, his eyes rolled wildly, and he said to himself: "You all betrayed the old man, you all betrayed the old man...... Hahahaha, now that you are all dead, the old man is still alive, only the old man is still alive, which shows that you are all wrong, these are your retribution! The old man is right, right!"

"The old man is right!" Mu Yinhan raised his arms and shouted, almost crazy, laughing weirdly, making Jian Shumei tremble a little, but he had no way to retreat. Looking at the crazy, bloodshot cloudy eyes, Jian Shumei didn't know that Mu Yinhan was already in his twilight years, riddled with diseases, like a candle swaying in the cold wind, which was extinguished in an instant, and Mu Yinhan never mentioned it to anyone.

Jian Shumei put down Yanlong's corpse, stomped on his left foot, and the soft sword rose in response, his left hand caught the hilt of the sword, threw it with his backhand, and caught it with his right hand, slashing into the air, shaking the heaven and earth, the sword aura was full of energy, Jian Shumei's eyes were like electricity, he gritted his teeth, pointed at Mu Yinhan, and said coldly: "Old thing, it's our turn to fight to the death." In the cold wind, the two fathers and sons with their swords facing each other, a rare tacit understanding, both want to put each other to death, and do not have the heart to survive.

The stars are dim, the cold pool is microwaved, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sky and the earth change color. The silver hook had gradually sunk into the water, and the half-curved moon reflected on the surface of the pool became a whole, half virtual and half real, neither real nor virtual. And the moonlight is gradually converging, the night sky is like ink in the cluster of large dark clouds, entangled and churning, mixed with blue dazzling lightning, the ears are like a drum rumbling thunder, as if another heavy rain is coming, but after this rain, winter will be completely over, the spring of all things revival, perhaps, is really coming.

Sure enough, when Jian Shumei and Mu Yinhan confronted each other, a large number of dark clouds had already gathered above their heads, and the heavy rain was pouring down, falling from the clouds in an instant, falling on the soft sand, smashing out small pits, falling into the pool, stirring up splashes, ripples, falling on the stars and rocks, stirring up a different kind of music, which was clearly a rapid life-urging song.

Mu Yinhan and Jian Shumei confronted each other in the heavy rain, letting the cold rain wash away the remaining bloodstains, soaking the hair and clothes, along the tip of the nose and chin, dripping on the back of the hand, and on the sword, bounced a small splash of water, reflecting the scattered moonlight that had not completely dissipated. At this moment, he suddenly heard a sword roar not far away, and an ice blue light that shone the heavens and the earth and tore through the dark clouds burst out from the darkness, and the sword qi condensed and turned into a sword shadow, which approached Mu Yinhan's back.

Mu Yinhan was still engrossed in confronting Jian Shumei, I don't know if he had relaxed his vigilance for a while or was already old, or if the heavy rain weakened his senses, but he didn't feel anything strange behind him, but Jian Shumei subconsciously shouted: "Be careful!" Mu Yinhan hurriedly turned around, saw a sword shadow flying, laughed madly and rolled out two palms, between lightning and thunder, the sword qi was dissolved, and a cloud of smoke exploded, and a thunder flashed in the sky, reflecting a large area of the sky.

"Frost Snow Flying Sword Pointing ......" Mu Yinhan looked at Shen Cuttlefish with interest, looking at him a little hairy, "What does Dao Xueke have to do with you?" As far as the old man knows, he never accepts apprentices. Shen Cuttlefish replied casually: "It's your business!" Mu Yinhan was not angry, and asked: "Then why did you sneak attack behind your back?" Shen Cuttlefish replied with a sneer: "You old thief can't do anything, you dare to plot to kill my Shen Cuttlefish's brother-in-law, today is your death!"

Mu Yinhan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then laughed again: "It turns out that you are the Shen cuttlefish who killed Sha Laosi, that Jin Xuannu really hid something from the old man, she only said that she wanted to kill Shen cuttlefish, but she didn't tell the old man, this Shen cuttlefish is the descendant of Dao Xueke, and he also learned his housekeeping skills Frost Snow Flying Sword Finger, good boy, you can't get away today!" Shen cuttlefish saw that he actually said where he was taught, panicked, but he didn't dare to show his cowardice, so he plucked up the courage to ask: "Who are you?"

"The only defeat of the old man Mu Yinhan in this life is the lonely man in the wind and snow, but unfortunately the old man can't find the knife snowman, and he can't kill him to take revenge, today God opened his eyes! The old man killed his only heir!" Mu Yinhan put his arms to the sky and laughed loudly, making Shen Cuttlefish and the three of them all creepy, and couldn't help but take half a step back, Shen Cuttlefish asked in surprise: "You, you are the master of the Seven Killings of the Secret Gate, Mu Yinhan?!"

Catching a glimpse of the corpses of the three people on the side, Shen Cuttlefish and Bai Xing Tears couldn't help but swallow their saliva, Shen Cuttlefish shook his head and said softly: "Life is worthy of being a demon who kills people without blinking, it really should be cut with a thousand knives!" Although Bai Xing Tears is three points timid, she is determined to do chivalrous righteousness, how can she bend her waist for this?

However, when Mingjue saw the three fallen lives, his face was sad, he shook his head and sighed, and he didn't care that he was still in the rain, so he ran to the side, took out the wooden fish he carried with him, and recited the death spell for the three of them, and overlived the souls.