Raindrops the size of beans dripped from the lead-black clouds, carrying a biting chill and overwhelmingly hitting the long streets, on the dark green tiles, and on the yellowed leaves, stirring up a thin layer of mist.

The slender clouds looked up at the sky, and their simple and charming faces received many raindrops, like crystal tears. Suddenly, an oil-paper umbrella separated her from the sky, shielding her from the cold midwinter rain.

Fu Danqing smiled, holding an umbrella in one hand, and gently wiped the rain from her face with the other, although she didn't speak, it dispelled the chill that spread all over her body.

Xian Caiyun hugged Fu Danqing, buried his head in his chest, cried, and said intermittently: "Dan...... Qing, don't leave me alone, I'm ...... I'm going to be with you...... Walk. ”

Danqing Vo put his arm around her waist, sighed inaudibly, did not speak, looked over the edge of the umbrella, looked at the cloudy sky, and reflected the lightning like a silver snake in his pupils from time to time.

The rain was pouring down, and the ground soon accumulated a few inches of rainwater, and a pair of cloth shoes stepped in the puddle, already soaked inside and out, but the owner of the cloth shoes seemed to be unaware, and the pace was still unhurried, steady and calm.

Fu Danqing turned his head sharply and looked at the gate, a young man in white also just stopped, cast his gaze, the two pairs of eyes collided, and an invisible pressure spread in the rain.

"Danqing Vo. ”

"It's you. ”

Fu Danqing let go of the hand holding Xian Caiyun, took half a step forward, and sneered: "I was about to go to you, but you sent it to the door yourself." ”

Although he said this, he felt a little uneasy in his heart for no reason. The change of Yuhua Martial Arts, people slaughtered thousands of people in anger, he naturally heard about this, and his strong intuition told him that that person slaughter was his junior brother.

However, after breaking through to the rank of sergeant, Fu Danqing was afraid of everything, and he was still thinking about it these days, and as soon as the martial arts conference was over, he would go to Yuhua and make a break to all the grievances.

However, through the momentum confrontation just now, Fu Danqing was shocked to find that he seriously underestimated this cheap junior disciple, who also stepped into the congenital.

A flame of jealousy burned in his heart!

You must know that more than ten years ago, the reason why Fu Danqing designed to murder Yao Lao Wei was because he refused to tell him about his innate advanced method, and now that Zhao Ziming has broken through, it must be Yao Lao Wei's eccentricity and taught him his advanced exercises.

Fu Danqing didn't know that the innate exercises that he accidentally learned about the medicine old monster's collection were actually blood sacrifice techniques, and at that time, the medicine old monster had already vaguely felt that his heart was not right, how could he dare to teach it?

Fu Danqing didn't know that Zhao Ziming's breakthrough was not directly related to the medicine monster, but a series of coincidences, plus several times on the line of life and death, he had the strength he has today.

Thinking of this, Fu Danqing snorted coldly, "That old thing is biased towards you after all, my junior brother." ”

Zhao Ziming heard the meaning of his words, and his anger suddenly grew, and at the same time he thought of the deceased master, and his sadness suddenly rose, and this anger and sorrow were mixed together, turning into a firm idea - revenge.

His face was expressionless, and his tone couldn't hear joy or anger, "Master has already gone, and when he was in retreat, he was disturbed by the siege of dozens of sects, and he went mad, causing old wounds. ”

Fu Danqing was stunned when he heard this, and Zhao Ziming continued: "I came today to think about the master's last wish of his old man, to get justice for him, Fu Danqing, suffer death!"

As the words fell, a huge momentum rose from Zhao Ziming's body, and the pale red yuan force and dark red blood qi tumbled and surged, like a flame, forcing the heavy rain in the sky and stirring up a spherical water curtain.

Fu Danqing's pupils shrank sharply, and while retreating rapidly, he pushed with his right hand one by one, and sent the slender cloud to another stone platform with soft strength.

Yuan Li and blood qi are transferred in the meridians and flesh and blood, and the two do not interfere with each other, each forming a system, which makes Zhao Ziming have a sense of coordination that he has never had.

Before that, he had also tried to operate the two forces at the same time, but unfortunately, if he focused on the Yuan Force, he would exert the power of no blood, and if he focused on the Blood Qi, the power of the Yuan Force would be reduced a lot.

Just like a master with two different sharp weapons, he can wield any one of them alone, but if he uses them at the same time, the strength he exerts is not twice as much, but only slightly stronger than using one weapon.

However, now, perhaps due to the influence of emotions and emotions, Zhao Ziming has done it, Yuan Li is inside, and his blood and qi are outside, he can clearly feel that the power contained in his every move is much stronger than before, and it is not double, but triple!

Zhao Ziming walked with him, there was no sadness or joy on his face, and in an instant, he entered a wonderful realm, the whole world became slowed down, and he knew every wisp of Yuan Force, every trace of blood and qi flowing.

He clenched his fists and swung them out.

This punch looks ordinary, just a straight punch, just in terms of posture, any martial arts child in the enlightenment period can hit it.

But this punch is not ordinary, although the fist style is straight, even clumsy, but too fast, too heavy, so it is like an antelope hanging horns, and it is natural.

Fu Danqing's pupils shrank like needles, and the hairs on his body stood up, he knew that he couldn't retreat anymore, otherwise, when he was caught up, it would be the time to die.

He let out a deep sigh, strengthened his body, sat on his horse with a heavy waist, and the blood and qi of his whole body frantically poured into his right hand, and he also punched out.

While!

The two fists collided, and the impact of flesh and blood made a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Fu Danqing's face turned pale instantly, and then flushed, and he stepped back more than ten steps in a row, and the blood condensed on his right arm became thin and thin.

Zhao Ziming's expression did not change, and he stepped forward to catch up, and the Yuan Li blood qi worked again, and he punched again at a faster speed than before.

The breath of death was so strong that Fu Danqing didn't even have time to wonder why this young man, who was once as weak as an ant in front of him and could be pinched to death at any time, had grown to such a point in just two years.

He screamed, and the blood qi in his body shook wildly, and one jagged line of blood condensed out after another. He also advanced with the Flame Gong of the Martial Arts obtained from Qiu Shuang, and he also comprehended the talent of armor-piercing and heavy attack.

Thirty times!

Under the pressure of death, there were thirty blood lines wrapped around Fu Danqing's fist, almost twice as many as he had practiced before, and his entire right arm, along with the flesh and blood on his shoulder, exploded like firecrackers, revealing his white bones.

He swung his bloody fist and met Zhao Ziming's attack.

Another "dang"!

Fu Danqing's right hand was shattered inch by inch from the phalanges to the arm bones, like a ceramic falling to the ground, the broken bones flew everywhere, and his body flew to another high platform in the air.

Zhao Ziming was not affected by the impact of the collision shock force at all, bent his knees slightly, jumped up with his body, jumped to the high platform, and at the same time raised his right fist, and hit the third punch like wind and lightning.

Fu Danqing landed, blood spurted from his mouth, and the remaining strength of the last punch did not disappear, pushing his body to continue to slide back, and the figure of Zhao Ziming's punch in his pupils became bigger and bigger.

"Did I lose?"

At this time, he was already at the end of his crossbow, and it was impossible to receive this punch, and he looked miserable and muttered, he was about to close his eyes and wait for death.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Fu Danqing's eyes, he saw a figure slanting towards him, with a slender posture and a resolute posture, he opened his mouth and let out a heart-rending shout: "No!"

Zhao Ziming's third punch landed on Xian Caiyun's chest, breaking a big hole in her body, and this woman used her life to save Fu Danqing's life.

Before the last breath dissipated, Xian Caiyun turned her head, her red lips opened slightly, but she couldn't make any sound, but Fu Danqing understood what she was going to say: "Run!"

Dan Vo had red eyes, hesitated for only a moment, and then turned to run away, however, a middle-aged man with gray hair appeared on his way, the man was holding an umbrella, and there was a beautiful girl under the umbrella.

"Two years ago, you designed and murdered my son Lieyun, and forcibly took away my daughter-in-law Qiushuang and granddaughter Ling'er, and then plotted to rob my Lie's family's ancestral exercises, right?"

Hearing this, and sensing the powerful momentum on the other party's body at the same time, Fu Danqing understood that he had no luck today, so he stopped and calmed down completely.

Fu Danqing turned around and squatted down, picking up the dead Slender Cloud with one hand. Her brows furrowed slightly, and there was still a look of anxiety on her face, as if the next moment she would suddenly open her eyes and hold him firmly, as she had done so many mornings these days, for fear that he would leave without saying goodbye.

But she wouldn't wake up again.

Fu Danqing stared blankly at her coagulated and charming face, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, urging his blood to cut off his heart, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his head hung down softly, clinging to the forehead of the slender cloud.

For the two of them, no matter how much ambition and pride, no matter how affectionate and generous, until now, they are scattered in this cold wind and rain, and soon all traces will be completely erased.

......

On a large wharf in Huaiyang, although it is the middle of winter, there is also a flow of people, running merchants, traveling, fishing in the river, all kinds of characters, all of them, and the end is extremely lively.

Lie Meng stood at the bow of a small boat and waved his hand, "Brother, let's go." ”

Ling'er beside him was wearing a white felt hat, wrapped in gray rabbit plush and a five-color diamond scarf around his neck, looking delicate and lovely, but the tip of his nose was frozen red, and his two big eyes were also red, "Brother Ziming......"

Zhao Ziming nodded to Lie Meng and said, "Big brother has a good trip." He looked at Ling'er again and said, "Ling'er, listen to your grandfather obediently, and when you're done, my brother will go to see you." ”

The little girl bit her lower lip lightly, and held back a crying "um" from her nose, and finally she couldn't hold back, and the crystal tears fell like beads.

The boat opened, and after a while, it slowly disappeared into the vast river, Zhao Ziming sighed lightly, turned around and walked into the crowd.