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Song Xian naturally didn't remember how many narrow encounters he had with this General Zheng in the big and small battles in Shandong in the past.

As the head of the five tiger generals under Chu Fengliu and Wan Yan Jun, Zheng Miyun had a talent and exploits that others would envy for half a lifetime at a young age, until, when he was nineteen years old, he met Yang Songxian, who was fifteen years old.

Genius, perhaps the most unavoidable to meet genius. It was Yang Songxian who snatched away a piece that should have belonged to him, so bright that he was eclipsed, so bright that he was cornered, and so bright that he did nothing! It was Yang Songxian's appearance that caused his six-fingered sword skill to not exert his strength, and when he met on the battlefield, his good swordsmanship, which should have been unparalleled in the world, only stopped at the level that Yang Songxian could defeat lightly, so that Song Xian never left any impression on his swordsmanship, and his sixth finger did not even come in handy once!

Knowing that his swordsmanship and the enemy are not at the same level at all, he has taken the title of the sixth in Jinbei, and when Zheng Miyun left Shandong in shame, he once swore to the majestic Mount Tai and declared war - the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late!

Today, Song Xian can finally "see" a sword sharpened by his defeated generals for many years, in the past, this person was too small to mention, but now, he has fallen into Pingyang.

The sun is setting wild.

The sky instantly seemed to be stained with blood, layer by layer, like an unfinished scroll of pictures, Murong couldn't help but be a little afraid, and when he came back to his senses, Zheng Miyun and Song Xian had already clashed. In the field, Zheng Miyun is driven by will, while Song Xian can only listen to the sound and distinguish the position, the advantages and disadvantages, does it indicate the victory or defeat......

Song Xian's heart sank, and he had a premonition that the danger was overwhelming, Zheng Miyun's sword was like a mad dog, barking desperately, trying to devour his whole person, and the truly traceless sixth finger, vaguely holding a slender stinger, followed the fatal wound lightly, it lurked anywhere the blade of the sword could be, if Song Xian regained his sight, he couldn't see with his eyes, where was it possible to compete with it!

The vicious Zheng Miyun, his sword suddenly turned down, with a sharp and sharp whistle of the wind, turned into the most sharp and delicate finger, and stabbed Song Xian again without any sound, Murong seemed to have his heart stuck in his throat, almost fainting, fortunately, Song Xian's silk sword returned to the defense completely, "absorbing" Zheng Miyun's finger did not attack the vital point. Murong Thorn gasped, and the cold sweat dried up quickly—so dangerous, so dangerous......

However, why was the tip of Zheng Miyun's sword stained with some blood? The rough and sharp conflict created blood, and Song Xian's blood splashed along the sword body without attachment, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a dry orange-red, cold in the air with the setting sun...... Murong screamed, indulging in pain and heartbreak.

Song Xian was in danger, and he slightly felt the weight of Zheng Miyun's soul, it was a kind of tenacity, it was a kind of bitterness, it was a kind of bitterness, the vicissitudes of life, and the madness of a comeback...... Song Xian naturally couldn't understand the opponent's sword intent, and he was almost lost in the opponent's sword intent! This sword intent seemed to compress the opponent's heavy strength for more than ten years, and the silk sword could not be chopped, and it was cut continuously, and he was even almost lost!

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After getting lost, fortunately, every time he got lost, there was a voice calling his name and asking him to go back......

"Song Xian...... "Who is vaguely in the dream, both familiar and fresh?

The voice, the trance did not come from Thorn, I'm sorry Thorn, I don't understand, why when I can't see, her outline is clearer, who is she? At this moment, she seems to be occupying the path of my silk sword......

Lan, Lan Yuze? She, actually turned around, looking at me? This shocking face, this beautiful figure, why does she stand alone, so lonely in the cold wind, this eternal tranquility, as if it should be precipitated outside the world......

Gradually, Murong's imprints gradually blurred, and the one that replaced him was the old man, the lingering back, the beautiful eyes in the depths of the valley, and the soul that had already invaded his entire heart. Her loneliness, her loneliness, her elegance, her tranquility, her quietness, and, her love......

In an instant, Song Xian was engulfed by a nightmare, almost not feeling that he was in danger, and his mind was full of her shadow, Yu Ze...... The owner of that beautiful back...... It's really called Yuze......

It's like a dream from ancient times, mistakes, pain, entanglement, heartbreaking, and sadness...... She understands, but she never says she does...... Who is she...... Her name is Yuze...... What a familiar name, why did he teach him so sentimental and lost when he hit his heart again......

With the Silk Sword, miss her, miss her...... It seems that he doesn't remember her, but the sword remembers her - once, he and the silk sword, did they secretly swear that they would always accompany this woman called Yuze, never leave an inch, life and death......

At that moment, the silk sword was moving slower and slower, but with broken scars and corroded scars, gently, slowly, viciously, and sharply, it invaded Zheng Miyunyi's sword, and in an instant, the opponent's sword was destroyed in the anthill......

As soon as Song Xian's sword flashed, the momentum of victory was uncontrollable, and he squandered the depression and suffering in his heart for several years day and night, in a way that was different from the bold and majestic......

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However......

Thousands of threads, thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of lives and deaths, but suddenly ushered in a thunderbolt from the sky: he and Yuze were suddenly told that they were separated on both sides of the cliff, and the rift gap in the middle was actually his brother!

His heart was suddenly grasped by the love of the three people, but his memory has always reversed the first and last arrival between him and Lin Qian, he thought that Yu Ze was his, he thought that Lin Qian fell in love with Yu Ze that belonged to him, so he had to face an empty choice, whether he wanted Lin Qian or Yu Ze!

It's a joke of fate, it actually set up Shengnan's mood for Song Xian at this time, let him experience Shengnan's mood on the cliff of July 17, and let him compare his heart to his heart!

The light and shadow of the silk sword moves, the impassioned and impassioned give the femininity lingering, pain, anger, a thousand twists and turns, a pot of light wine between the flowers, ripples in the lake under the moon, the silk sword, sneaking into the night with the wind, and destroying things silently!

Zheng Miyun obviously didn't expect that the Silk Sword would have such a miracle and such a height, the peaks and loops turned, and his sixth finger had almost no more advantages to evolve, just now he thought that the unparalleled six-finger sword line was just a flash in the pan, and even, it was a brick throwing jade?!

Zheng Miyun's heart was anxious: Yang Songxian, am I, Zheng Miyun, still want to defeat you! Are you really my nemesis!

"I don't accept it! I don't accept it!" he roared, "It can't all be yours!

Song Xian's heart sank suddenly, Yuze, then who are you? The one you love more in your heart is me or him?

Memory does not allow for the slightest hesitation.

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When there is Yu Ze in his thoughts, his silk sword is like a tiger with wings, surpassing any meticulous and dense in the past, and it is so classic that it is breathtaking, but when there is another person in his thoughts, the third party Lin Qian who should not appear...... Song Xian's silk sword suddenly began to stick to itself because of this!

Like the wind of another world, it blows away the fog of this life.

Song Xiangang grabbed a trace of the fog, but immediately fell into the endless desert, bearing the emotional test all over the world, the word love, life and death entanglement, generations entangled, calamity, bloodline, and the sword are inexorable......

The heart is disturbed, and you can't extricate yourself.

Zheng Miyun judged the situation, menacing, only a moment's interval, "Silk" has entered the misunderstanding of "entanglement", the sword, from the hilt to the tip of the sword, terroristly repeated self-entanglement, in the blink of an eye, the sword has been tortured into a sword, and Song Xian's mind is not obedient to the call to wear out, his right hand, can no longer control the thousands of dust threads in his hand, let them one by one at the speed of suppressing light into a dead knot, his silk sword, miserable cocoon self-binding fate.

Eye...... It was at this moment that the eyes suddenly had a feeling, this gray and dusty world, all around was sunk in the dark gray twilight, the image of the opponent was shaking and presenting, wrapped in the sound of broken ears, the facial features were old-fashioned, and the face was stern, only for a moment, and then faded, and then in the blink of an eye, it was clear, Song Xian closed his eyes, opened them again, and couldn't help but feel dizzy. The remnants of the sunset turned into a fierce light in his eyes, and his vision suddenly seemed to be awakened, but he could only see with his own eyes the self-extinction of his silk sword.

As if restrained by a reason, the blindness of the right talent, and the sudden recovery now, even if it is Song Xian, it is difficult to explain the strangeness of this demon village...... However, when he was blind, because he only thought about Yu Ze, he played his swordsmanship to the fullest, and until now, his vision has been restored, but he is full of distractions and can't control himself!

Zheng Miyun noticed his regain of sight and sneered: "It turns out that it is really a short period of invisibility?"

Song Xian was sweating profusely, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Zheng Miyun laughed: "Yang Songxian, don't think that what you see must be an exit!"

Yes, what he saw was not the exit, the silk sword he relied on for his survival actually trapped himself to death before he could get out of the army. Song Xian's swordsmanship became more and more pale and weak, like a layer of tissue paper that was very easy to pierce, as long as Zheng Miyun tapped his finger, he would never be able to return to the sky. And at this moment, Song Xian struggled to maintain the last line of defense......

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What does it mean to be unbreakable? Hold on when the defense line is almost collapsing, the most unbreakable!

It's not over yet, and the entanglement can be restored into a murmuring thread-

Song Xian knew better than anyone that he could no longer dwell on the extra man who claimed to be his brother in his mind. As long as he concentrates on thinking about Yu Ze alone, how can the Silk Sword be matched by Zheng Miyun's generation?

Lin Qian, we can really ...... The love is so deep that even a lover can give it up? Can you tell me, what kind of brotherhood do we have? Lin Qian, Lin Qian, why are these two words in my heart, no matter how many times, I will never have an unforgettable feeling...... If so, where is it? I really, really want to get back my past, those that used to ......

At the end of the month, a hundred turns in life. In this quiet night, the evening breeze blew his heart to death......

Suddenly, Murong's weak silhouette came into his field of vision, and his heart suddenly shook: What am I thinking about, now the antidote to save Thorn's life is the heaviest and most urgent, how can I, for the sake of a sudden Zheng Miyun, for an inexplicable episode, completely remove Thorn Er from my memory without leaving a trace? What should be removed should be Lin Qian, who has never done the same thing! Lin Qian, do you think you can reverse right and wrong with one sentence? Why do you say that you are my brother? When you were to win the love of others, how could you ever think that I was your brother? You stood against me again and again, why should I believe you!

Song Xian broke through the shackles of time, escaped the cage of memory, and couldn't wait to expel Lin Qian and forget it, only by forgetting Lin Qian, can he perfectly use his silk sword to defeat Zheng Miyun and ensure Thorn'er, isn't it!

What is so difficult about forgetting Lin Qian?! When what always occupied his mind was Murong Thorn's pale face, anxious demeanor, and haggard face...... After seeing through the bottleneck of the Silk Sword, Song Xian slowly learned to save himself: as long as he put aside the distractions about Lin Qian, he could find the best state of the Silk Sword!

The so-called murmuring, really is the sound of flowing water, at this moment, Murong Thorn gasped and rested on the side of the battle, clearly heard, the sound belonging to the murmuring sword was constantly echoing, the mountains and flowing water, instantly drifting into a stream of jade, a secluded stream and a clear spring, the sword did not leave a trace, the sound was thorough, Song Xian obviously had a unique feel in his hands, he was familiar with it, and in an instant, the essence was controlled by him again, his eyes seemed to be able to see things, Zheng Miyun, there will never be a chance to turn defeat into victory! This was originally not a competition between Zheng Miyun and Song Xian, but Song Xian's self-breakthrough... ... Murong Thorn knew it in his heart and waited for Song Xian's triumph.

Zheng Miyun, who was in a hurry, didn't expect him to be lucky anymore, Yang Songxian played abnormally, and suddenly blood was splashed with the silk sword......

At this moment, Song Xian could almost confirm that as long as he completely got rid of Lin Qian's nightmare, he would win......!

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