There will always be many different choices in life, although not every step is what you want, but at least you should go on without hesitation after the choice, you don't have to ask the ending, you don't have to ask about the gains and losses, because if you don't stick to the last moment, you will never know what you will lose and what you will gain.

No matter what kind of opponent you meet, no matter how you know the details of the opponent, even if you don't know anything about the opponent, you can't retreat at all, otherwise you will lose from the beginning.

Wuxin will not hesitate, and he will never retreat, he knows what the purpose of his trip is, and he has never been so serious as he is now.

Just as he was walking slowly towards Blood Ling'er, he saw that Blood Ling'er had gently put his hand on the strings again, and he knew that it was time to start.

Sure enough, just as Wuxin was about to approach, Xueling'er's hand on the strings suddenly moved, and with a touch of his wrist, his slender five fingers plucked on the strings, and then a trembling sound came out of the strings, resounding in the empty courtyard, and also into Wuxin's ears.

When the sound of the piano suddenly sounded, Wuxin, who was walking slowly, immediately felt that his spirit had been hit hard, his heart tightened, and he stopped suddenly, his feet were slightly filed, protecting his mouth, nose and ears, and concentrating calmly. He knew that the magic sound was coming.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Ling'er, who was sitting in the gazebo, seemed to be in a trance, her hands kept plucking the strings, and bursts of piano sounds came out between her hands, suddenly resentful, suddenly urgent, and constantly changing. The long hair on that end danced lightly in the wind, as if infected by the sound of the piano, and could not bear the loneliness.

I didn't want to listen to the oncoming sound of the piano, feel the rhythm of the music into my ears, and feel the heavy blows to my chest, as if it was a hammer, constantly hitting my heart. Slightly chaotic images keep echoing in my mind, there are no rules, they keep flashing, there are memories, and there are unknown pictures.

Gradually, Wuxin's breathing began to be rapid, and his emotions became a little excited, so he closed his eyes, stopped listening, stopped looking, controlled his mind, and repeated in his heart over and over again the purpose of his visit. The inner strength ran through his legs, standing firmly on the ground, the bluestone slab under his feet had begun to show cracks, and the blood knife in his hand had begun to tremble. He was enduring it, resisting the breathtaking sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano became more and more rapid, and it became more and more disorganized, like a beast that had lost its way, scurrying about, as if trying to find an exit from the courtyard, where the air was almost frozen.

Suddenly, a dragon roar sounded, followed by a flash of red light, and he drew his sword, but he had no intention of pulling it! This was the first time he had been forced to draw his sword because he was forced to do so by the sound of the piano.

Immediately after, Wuxin moved, and the blood knife began to fly up and down in his hand, constantly changing his moves, and soon, it was so fast that people couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, because he didn't carry the blood knife to attack the blood Ling'er who was stroking the qin, but in the open space under his feet, he danced a set of knife techniques, a set of knife techniques as fast as lightning.

It was the Qin family's knife technique, but it was only the unintentional Qin family's knife technique, which he had refined after the experience of blood and fire, and it was more ruthless and elusive than the one he handed over to the shadow.

As the blood knife danced in the sky, the blade emitted a burst of dragon groans, which seemed to have penetrated the sound of the piano and rushed straight into the night sky. The red light became more and more dazzling, like a flickering flame, burning, covering the red candles all over the courtyard and illuminating people's hearts.

The sound of the piano is no longer steady, but has become a little messy, as if it can no longer stand the suppression of the dragon's roar, and wants to break free, but it is so close to the slightest, revealing a struggle.

Blood Ling'er's face was finally no longer so determined, her expression seemed to be a little painful, her brows were furrowed, and her face was red and white, changing uncertainly. She had also closed her eyes, because she didn't dare to look, she didn't dare to look at the bloody knives flying in the sky, otherwise her heart would be like turning over the river and the sea, and her heart would no longer be like a rock. It was undeniable that from the young man opposite, she saw a unique arrogance that was about to fall apart, and she also saw the breath of death that was enough to suffocate her.

Suddenly, the sound of Xueling'er's piano paused, her body couldn't help but tremble, a trace of blood had oozed from the corner of her mouth, and it seemed that she couldn't stand the bursts of dragon groans that rushed to her face.

Even now, Wuxin has been waiting for such an opportunity. At the moment when the sound of the piano was slightly paused, the blood knife that was originally flying up and down in Wuxin's hand suddenly slashed to the ground and aimed at the blood Ling'er who was sitting in the pavilion!

With a shocking dragon roar, a piece of blood that could compete with the sun and the moon flashed, and the blood knife slashed fiercely on the bluestone slab ground!

A sharp sword qi shot out, cracking the bluestone floor on the ground, and also breaking the strings between Xue Ling'er's fingers, a breaking sound suddenly sounded, and Xue Ling'er couldn't help but lean back, spitting out a mouthful of blood on his back.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, the sound of the dragon's chant had also stopped, and the small courtyard fell into silence again. At this time, the strings of the guqin placed in front of Blood Ling'er had all been broken, and it could no longer play a beautiful and strange movement.

Wuxin put away the knife, opened his eyes, looked at the blood Ling'er who was already covered at this time, his face was cold, and he continued to walk over, his steps were slow, but he would never stop again.

Xue Ling'er opened her bloodshot eyes, looked at the oncoming Wuxin with a pale face, her pupils shrank suddenly, and there was no longer that trace of confidence on that beautiful face, but there was a trace of panic. She seemed to finally understand what kind of person the young man standing in front of her was.

Suddenly, the panicked Blood Ling'er grabbed a broken string with her hand, straightened it hard, and stretched out two fingers with her other hand to hook the string vigorously, like bending a bow and arrow, gritting her teeth and looking at the oncoming Wuxin, this was her last chance.

Seeing it, Wuxin has been approaching step by step, close at hand. Suddenly, the two fingers of the blood Ling'er hooking the string loosened, and then he saw the broken string vibrate forward and pop out, and a terrible sound sounded again!

Immediately afterwards, I saw a flash of light and shadow lightning striking at the oncoming Wuxin, more like a desperate and never returnable flying knife!

Wuxin didn't hesitate, the blood knife swung out again, and after a red light, the figure flashed, and he had already arrived in the pavilion, standing in front of Xue Ling'er, and the blood knife had already reached Xue Ling'er's throat! It was as fast as lightning, and Blood Ling'er had no chance to dodge at all! This was the blood knife's heartless courage, born with a trace of unstoppable momentum.

Blood Ling'er raised her head, looking at the tall and invincible young man standing in front of her, her face was pale, she couldn't smile anymore, her beautiful face was no longer there, she seemed even more desperate and helpless at this time, maybe this was already the ending she had fantasized about, maybe she knew that she was destined to die under the blood knife. But one way or another, it's all over, and there's no chance to make a new choice.

"Now, you can say it. Wuxin was expressionless, looked coldly at the blood Ling'er sitting in front of him, and said lightly. He fulfilled his promise and gave Blood Ling'er a chance to say the last word.

Xue Ling'er looked at the condescending Wuxin in front of her, endured the despair in her heart, reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and said slowly: "You can never know what kind of people you are facing, even if you are the bloody knife Wuxin who makes the people in the rivers and lakes frightened, but I can tell you that I am not the person you are looking for, I will wait for you below, I believe it won't be long." Although she was still smiling, the smile at this time was full of bitter despair.

"Where is he? Who the hell is he?" Wuxin narrowed his eyes, his wrist was slightly forced, and the blood knife pressed against Xue Ling'er's throat, and asked coldly, his intuition told him that Xue Ling'er knew who he was looking for.

But suddenly, the originally motionless Blood Ling'er suddenly leaned forward, and actually faced the blood knife! With a stream of blood spurting out, the blood knife had instantly pierced her throat, and she didn't even want to say anything when she died, so she chose to kill herself.

Wuxin looked at Xue Ling'er who hit the blood knife on his back, his eyes were cold, and a trace of unwillingness was revealed on his face, he didn't expect that Xue Ling'er would not want to say a word until he died. Now, he actually admired the woman in front of him who kept surprising him, after all, not everyone can face their own death, and even choose to end it all.

As Wuxin gently withdrew the blood knife, Xue Ling'er's body slowly fell backwards and lay on the ground, her blood-red clothes and long flowing hair were all spread on the ground, looking a little poignant. There was still a smile on her face, but it was more bitter and desperate, maybe she didn't want this ending, but she had no choice, because she had no chance to choose at all, just like Wuxin at this time.

Blood Ling'er died, so destined but unexpectedly died, and she didn't tell Wuxin the answer she wanted from beginning to end, but at least now Wuxin already knows that Blood Ling'er is not the person she is looking for, although she is good enough and surprising enough, but if she wants to be the head of Red Feather, she is not qualified enough.

Wuxin frowned, looking up to the sky and sighing, originally he thought that tonight could end all this and draw an ending for everything he had experienced, no matter how this ending ended. But things didn't go as smoothly as he thought, and the only clue was broken, and he didn't know how long he had to pursue before he could end the grudge in his heart.

Suddenly, Wuxin's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowed, and his body suddenly turned back, looking at the red building behind him.

Immediately afterward, Wuxin's eyes widened, and hope was once again ignited in his eyes. For he saw two men, two people coming slowly from the arch.

One of them, unintentionally recognized, was the blue-clothed monster who had rescued Huyan Chengbi under his own hands, at this time he was still dressed in the same clothes, a blue coat, and a strand of gray hair exposed in the corner of the veil, and Wuxin had already recognized him after just a glance.

The other person is a short but very strong old man, only as tall as the chest of the man in blue, if it weren't for the vicissitudes of that face, and that old-fashioned dress, it would really make people think that he was just a child.

The two people who suddenly appeared were not surprised when they came in, including seeing the blood spirit who had fallen in a pool of blood. Either they weren't a group, or they already knew what was going on here, and maybe they had been hiding somewhere here all along, but they didn't realize it.

Or perhaps, like Blood Spirit, they also came for the unintentional.

"The blood knife is unintentional, and it is really terrifying. The short and sturdy old man looked at Wuxin coldly, and said in a deep voice, although his mouth seemed to be praise, but there was a trace of disdain and contempt between his eyebrows.

Wuxin ignored him, but stared directly at the blue-clothed masked man on the other side, with a hint of longing in his eyes, and he suddenly felt that maybe the real puzzle was just about to be revealed......