"I just want to hurry, I don't want to kill. ”

"Do you still have the strength to stand up?"

Qi Yu said: "It should be okay to sleep for a while." ”

Qi Shanjun turned over and got on the horse, the hand that pressed the sword moved slightly, the sword qi was like a dragon, and Qing Yue's sword light cut on the ground, and in an instant, there was a big pit around Qi Yu.

Qishan-kun didn't say anything more, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the horse's neck twisted, and the horse's hooves galloped, and then disappeared into the depths of the forest, to continue the pursuit of her target, the evil dragon.

Qi Yu looked down at the big pit on the ground, and after a long time, a faint wry smile appeared on his expressionless face, as if muttering to himself: "Qishan-kun, Qishan-kun, you are still as arrogant and conceited as always, I said it, I just want to hurry." ”

The meaning of digging a pit is very simple, so simple that it is somewhat ruthless.

What she meant was to let him crawl into the pit by himself when he regained his strength, and a person who could not be saved, waiting for death, was his best destination.

The blood of the evil dragon in his body is by no means a lump of rune soil that can be suppressed, and in the big pit, there is a harmless sword qi buried.

But if he dies in the pit, those sword qi will turn into tombstones, and the blood of the evil dragon in his body will be suppressed forever, and no one will be harmed.

What a great Qishan-kun.

Do you know who you're letting into your grave right now?

Do you know who your sword is burying?

Qi Yu has never had any requirements for her.

When he was still the prestigious, handsome young refining master, he no longer had any requirements for her.

If she wants to go, he takes her to no man's land.

If she wants to stay, he will never disturb in the mountains.

But now, he really, can no longer be like a water and watch the world with cold eyes.

Suddenly, he cried out, and his voice was hoarse, like a demon screaming in the night.

However, such a roaring voice is so gentle and lonely: "If you have a way home, can you sacrifice me a bowl of water." ”

"A bowl is enough. ”

He was in this life, to her.

Just a bowl of water.

To strangers...... A bowl of water.

The malice of the mortals, the pain of being deprived of their flesh, the erosion of flesh, the shame of being dragged by the horse, and the smashing of stones, did not defeat his determination to advance.

At this moment, looking at the pit full of sword intent, the heart made of clay in his heart was as heavy and cold as lead.

In the dim night, the cold night has covered every corner of the mountains, only the distant city at the foot of the mountain, there can be faint and sporadic lights.

Qishanjun gave up riding his horse and went uphill, and at the end of the mountain, there was no forest cover, and there was a terrifying silence in the Black Sea.

The sky is falling cold

Snowflakes, mountain snow is silent, and the cold moon is silent.

In this dark season of cold winter, when the snow falls, it is extremely rare to see the moon when you look up.

That round occupied almost half of the sky, standing on top of the mountain, as if the next moment you could touch this round of blood-like full moon with a raised hand.

The moonlight is a miserable scarlet color, rendering the majestic mountains as blood-red.

The creatures and animals in the mountains became extremely quiet, as if they were afraid of being illuminated by the blood-colored moonlight, and they shrank into their nests one after another.

The sword spike on Qishanjun's waist fluttered against the wind and snow, he walked silently between the peaks, raised his head and glanced at the full moon, his sharp phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the momentum of the whole person changed suddenly, like a snow-capped mountain, cold and distant.

The dragon robe on his body, which symbolized the authority of the emperor in the world, also became dusty with this momentum, as if it was no longer in the red dust.

The wind and snow seemed to take away the last trace of temperature between her eyebrows and eyes, and her dark pupils were like the most beautiful night scene in the world, densely dancing out of the white snow curtain and mountain wind.

Her shadowy gaze was covered by the wind and snow, but the wind and snow could not block her vision.

The bird's beak mask, painted with bright red oil paint, looks very strange and cold in this dark night wind and snow.

His tall and majestic body seemed weightless, and as the snowflakes floated in the air, under the mask, the bronzed eyes flashed with a fleeting light, and the black robe rippled in the scarlet moonlight like the scales of a dark fish.

The phosphorescent light was like flowing water, creating a vivid picture between his robes.

It was a black dragon spewing karmic fire.

Qi Shanjun finally found his goal in the top of the mountain.

Light boots brushed the snow, stopped, and looked at the Qingcheng Festival wine.

Between the two, there are mountains, seas and clouds.

However, she could still clearly see the aura of calamity surging between the black robes.

She took off her waist and propped her sword on the ground in front of her, her hands folded on top of the hilt, her fingers tapping lightly on the hilt.

The clash of fingers and swords did not make any sound, but above the sky, the scarlet full moon let out a sharp string sound that tore through the sky.

The scarlet full moon was suddenly torn out of a huge gap, revealing the silver moonlight of Qinghua under the surface of the crimson moon, and countless frosts swept white waves of extremely cold air, gushing out of the gap, stirring Qishanjun's hair and robes.

Her fair face was blown even colder by the waves of frost and snow, and the corners of her lips hooked up a sneering arc: "Qingcheng Sacrificial Wine, are you only going to do such a little evil trick?"

The crimson moonlight has built an invisible and absolute space prison in this space, using the continuous falling snow as a talisman to kill thorns, which seems to be beautiful in the scarlet snow, but it is like a blood-sucking ice vine thorn, greedily absorbing every trace of qi, blood and yuan power in her body.

At this moment, if the hunters in the mountains opened the burrows of hares and wild beasts, they would surely find that the animals that had shrunk into the depths of the burrows in horror and trembling had already turned into white corpses.

With such an aura, even if it is the power of the Long Secluded Realm, he does not dare to easily set foot in it.

Falling into the trap of the Crimson Moon Cage, the only thing that awaits them is to be slaughtered.

But Qi Shanjun not only came in, but also stepped step by step on the crimson afterglow, the life-devouring snow, step by step on the top of the mountain, the location of the array eye.

Crack the trend with a sword!

Even, her Jun Xian Sword has not yet revealed half of its sharpness.

Relying on the idea between gestures to pull the sword qi, it was easy to break the devouring momentum.

Behind the mountains and seas, under the mask, the bronze pupils crossed a hint of approval.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Shanjun sneered, raised the sword in his hand slightly, and gently tapped the earth with the sheath.

The scabbard sank into the five-inch thick snow, and on the hard ground, a terrifying hurricane suddenly arose between heaven and earth, and swept thousands of miles from the bottom of her scabbard!

The snow on the cliff was like being blown towards the earth by the celestials, and the terrifying air waves were swept away, and the heavy snow turned into cold snow and gradually collapsed out, and the air waves contained thousands of chaotic slashing momentum, turning the crimson drifting snow in the air into a puff of blood mist.

A straight sword intent, like a mountain rising to the sky, straight through the nine skies!

Qishan Jun's hair danced violently, and every strand of hair seemed to form a strong sword intent, which was incomparably sharp.

That straight sword intent was unstoppable, and it directly sank into the full moon in the sky.

Click!

The tooth-sore sound of metal cutting is like crisscrossing and ringing.

Above the sky, there was nothing, but at the moment when the sword qi was stretched and raging, it seemed that there was some terrifying giant corpse, which was cut into a hill and fell to the earth.

But in the air, there was nothing.

Only Qishanjun can see the invisible existence of the general trend in the air.

In the end, the mountain wind calmed down, the sky fell goose feathers and white snow, the moonlight was as clear as water, she stood under the moonlight of the mountain cliff, her spiritual power like a sword gradually became soft and gentle, with a certain classical rhythm, slowly floating and hanging down, a little too beautiful.

Beneath the snow, there is a dark mountain.

Above the mountain, is beautiful her.

Everything seemed to have fallen into some kind of static loss of control, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the unwielding aura of the sword intent, which cut horizontally across the mountains and mountains, and the boulders rolled down, until they approached the city to sacrifice wine.

Under the consumption of that extremely long distance, her sword intent was like an inch of snow under the scorching sun, withering and dissolving, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi was finally difficult to support, turning into a breeze on her face.

(PS: I'm sorry, Beibei is abusing the lord again.) ）