Li Changge stood on top of the boat.

The sea was covered with sword qi inch by inch, undulating with the boat.

The ripples of the sword qi scattered and cracked——

Standing on the sea level, the wind and snow robe turned around in a hurry, wiping his cheek with one hand, and the woman's face, which was originally as delicate as porcelain, instantly became the familiar middle-aged man, but the voice was as sharp as usual.

"Wait, wait!"

On the boat, the elder brother's movements paused slightly.

His gaze was filled with disappointment.

"Between me and you, there is nothing to say. ”

In the days when he went to sea, he thought about many things and understood many things.

The sword of great goodness is the most decisive.

Li Changge gently raised his sleeve and slashed it from afar.

The boat was immediately swept up by the high waves, the whole sea roared, and the white-clothed sword fairy standing on the boat had a calm face, and behind him, Shen Mo closed his eyes nervously, not daring to look.

There was a high-pitched roaring sound.

Painful begging for mercy.

In the end, it is unwilling and angry to scold.

Until the end, annihilation is extinguished.

......

......

A long black line flashed across the sea level, and Yi Xiao's eyebrows, which were rapidly swept forward, were furrowed.

On the sea in the distance, the sky was filled with countless terrifying sword qi, and there was no physical "cause and effect" in his sleeve robe, and he began to tremble slightly from a very long distance, as a sign of solemnity and vigilance.

The tip of the lotus robe was stained with a little white waves, and the sword qi flew and slashed the sea, setting off two waves of frenzy behind him, and His Royal Highness suddenly stopped the momentum.

The distant sea explodes from a very small area, and then spreads outward—

The four seas are surging.

The scent of kendo in the sea is very familiar.

Yi Xiaowen breathed a sigh of relief, he was relieved, no longer moving forward at full speed, and when he swept the sea area, he really saw a small boat drifting on the undulating sea, the senior brother stood at the head of the boat, lowered his eyebrows, and gently stroked Shen Mo's hair that was holding his waist at the moment.

Above the sea, the wind and frost are gone.

The scarlet blood spread like ink on the surface of the sea, and the "too void" dissipated, and was forced to die in a small area of sea by the sword qi, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.

In the end, the robe in the extreme north, which had been washed by countless frost and snow, was torn to pieces by the sword qi, slowly fell, and finally formed into ice slag, completely shattered, and annihilated.

The elder brother escaped from his waist and poured it slowly, the small spout of the pot was like a line of sky, and the wine poured down, endlessly, dripping and spilling, washing away the blood red of the sea.

Finally, there was a "poof".

Li Changge let go of the hand holding the wine jug.

The sea was completely calm.

Yi Xiao said softly: "You don't have to do it yourself, trap her, wait for me to come, this matter of 'killing the master' ......"

"It's nothing. ”

Li Changge suddenly smiled, and lowered his voice: "He is no longer a master...... When I was in the South China Sea, it was already cut in two. ”

Shen Mo, who was holding his arms around the senior brother's waist, cautiously raised his head and saw that sickly and somewhat tired face.

From the moment the transmission of Gongzi Xiaotao fell on the boat of the two, this ending was already doomed.

"The grievances are over, and the sword is over. ”

This ending is a fate, but also a catastrophe.

From death to life, he came out of the ghost gate.

From birth to death, it has gone to reincarnation.

......

......

"Ten fingers can be continued, and deafness is not a big deal, and it may not be able to be heard for a long time in the future, but it will gradually improve in the future. ”

On the sea sand of Beisiyi, there was a young man in a bone robe with a crimson face lying on his back, his face was pale, looking at the monk's face under the dazzling light, his lips twitched, as if he was saying something.

The whole world fell silent.

The voice of "his heart is clear" reached the heart.

Dongjun didn't know if this was a consolation or anything.

The light of the Buddha on the green shirt fluctuated with the sea breeze, and the bluestone helped him stop the injury.

The South China Sea Chess Saint also rushed here.

The few people who intercepted the city lord of Yincheng knew that the battle would break out from here, and several of them breathed a sigh of relief, and when they really rushed to the sea line of Bei Siyi, they saw Dongjun's injury, and their faces became silent.

Even if Qingshi constantly comforted Dongjun with "his heart" and stabilized his emotions, the appearance of the person lying on the sand of the sea really made people unable to laugh.

The bone robe continued to ooze blood, soaking all the sand and stones under him, dyeing red, and a small piece of it was a shocking red.

All ten fingers were severed, and blood splattered everywhere.

Qingshi had already fed several Saint Pills, but all of them had no effect, and even the blood momentum could not be stopped.

His rumors do have elements of comforting Dongjun.

Under the light of the Buddha, the crimson blood stains on the bone robe were almost washed and washed away, and the reflection was extremely pale, and in the eyes of the bluestone, there were lotus flowers circulating.

He looked directly at Dongjun's heart, and the deepest part of his gaze was Dongjun's soul.

In the life-and-death battle with the city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City, his Purple Mansion was directly shattered by the wind and snow, and now it is irreversibly collapsing rapidly.

If he did not stabilize his soul, in the midst of great pain and sorrow, his soul would be shattered, and he would completely go to an irreversible fall.

Ye Xiaolou rushed to the coastline of North Siyi, watching all this silently, he had nothing to help Dongjun, so he could only sit down cross-legged silently, shielding the surrounding noise with his sword qi, avoiding any trace of factors that would affect the healing of Qingshi.

And Wei Qi is the same, the only elixir in the South China Sea has been used by him to treat Ye Thirteen's soul injury, if it is still kept, he will take it out without hesitation at this moment to help Dongjun keep his soul.

Ye Xiaolou raised his head and looked back at the end of the boundless sea.

Above the sea, a trace of pitch-black sword aura swept by.

The sword qi flew by, coming extremely fast, the lotus clothes of the comer flew like a peacock opening the screen, raised his arm from a very long distance, and the fingertips lightly tapped, and the causal sword qi shot out, but in the end, it was extremely feminine and poked into Dongjun's forehead and soul.

The tenth realm of soul power!

Causal Sword Qi!

The two complement each other, wash away the lead, and are as one.

There was an incredible shock flash in Qingshi's eyes, and in his inner vision, the soul of Dongjun, which had almost shattered into a fixed state, was surrounded by feminine sword qi, and all the fragments of wind and snow were eliminated and annihilated, and then slowly healed.

The green frost of the Purple Mansion World was all crushed by the sword qi.

"Click".

When Yi Xiao landed on the shore, the bone-robed man lying on the sand struggled in pain, and there was silence in his ears, but suddenly there was an infinitely heavy hum, like a heavy hammer smashed into his brain, but it made him sober up.

Dongjun opened his eyes suddenly, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and he didn't have any strength.

He seemed to sense some differences in the world, closed his eyes, sensed the condition of his own spirit, and knew that he had walked through the ghost gate.

Yi Xiao...... Thank you ......"

The words came out, with the vicissitudes of extremely tiredness, and even Dongjun himself was stunned.

Is this, their own voice?

The sea washed over the gravel, and His Royal Highness squatted down and gently folded a palm on Dongjun's chest and abdomen, and the causal sword qi expelled all the remnants of the wind and snow.

Yi Xiao looked directly into Dongjun's eyes and said sincerely, "Thank you." ”

In the sound of the tide, two people sailed the boat to the shore.

"She has always kept the last means of escape, but unfortunately in the battle with Dongjun's divine soul, Zifu was too seriously injured by the sound of the sound and lost her way overseas......"

Li Changge looked at Wang Xuezhai who was lying in the sea sand, his bone robe was red, and said softly: "If there is no interception in this battle, I can't stop her, and I can't kill her." ”

Miss Shen Mo didn't know what to say, so she could only echo it, she looked at her husband beside her, and her heart was infinitely complicated.

When you go to sea, knowing these things is already a 100,000 urgent situation.

From Ye Thirteen in the Far North, Gongzi Xiaotao, to several demons on the four coastlines, and the chess saint of the South China Sea, no matter which link there is, if there is the slightest mistake, it is impossible for the Silver City Lord to end like this.

I'm afraid it will take even more effort.

When the city lord was disoriented, he kept reciting the Heavenly Pole Sea Putuo Mountain...... I don't know where it is, what is hidden, and if she really escapes to, what will be the end?

No one knows.

Shen Mo looked at Dongjun, who was covered in a pool of blood and lying in the sea sand, and some inexplicable emotions rose in his heart.

When he was out at sea, his husband once said to himself.

Dongjun is actually a very remarkable person.

When he was in the North Plains Hanjiu Town, Dongjun once had a fight with his husband.

After that fight, he didn't say a word, and when he went out, he smashed his beloved "Great Sage's Voice" on the snowfield.

This is a person who is unwilling to make excuses for his failures.

Such a person, the loss of ten fingers, it means that they can no longer pluck the strings, even if they can use the secret method of Buddhism to renew the ten fingers, it is difficult to be flexible as before, and reproduce the style of the year.

The Five Demons of the Central Plains.

The West Demon, the East Jun, the North Immortal, the South Sage, the Bodhisattva.

All of them were traveled by Dongjun alone, looking for opponents, and finally passed on the world to the world through the fame of Hidden Valley.

There is also Ye Xiaolou who was handed down by the sword mound.

There is also the Feng Xiaojiang light clothes that inherited the legacy of Xiguan.

Someone appeared after the Five Demons.

But the West Demon has gone, and Ren Pingsheng died in the West Barrier before Jiang Qingyi became famous.

Someone has come to an abrupt end.

Wang Xuezhai was lying on the sea sand, he was a little unaccustomed to the feeling of being surrounded by everyone.

He likes to be alone and likes to be alone.

But he didn't bother to speak, with the last trace of strength, he raised his hands, the blood had stopped flowing, and the ten severed fingers were scarlet and sticky, constantly wriggling.

Raise your palms, you can't cover the sun.

He can't play the piano anymore.

This piece of rivers and lakes, without the sound of the piano, how boring should it be?

Regret it?

There must be some.

Never regretted coming here, just regretted not being strong enough.

If he had pressed the strings faster at that time, the wind and snow robe might have been shattered by himself, and he would have won or died on the coast.

Now I'm lucky to survive.

Dongjun no longer thought about the matter of cutting off his ten fingers, and the thoughts that had settled in his mind gradually stabilized after confirming that he could hear the voice.

Dongjun, who lost his ten fingers, should have been shattered, but at this moment, he broke through the last confinement along the broken lines, and saw the grand scene of the tenth realm, like an abyssal dragon, hidden and not revealed.

It's just that, it doesn't matter.

He just thought in a boring and general way.

What should I do in the future?

In this river and lake, without the piano, where should a person go?

Beyond the four seas, there is light.

Yi Xiao, who was squatting in front of Dongjun, stretched out a hand to cover the dazzling light for him.

Dongjun smiled in a low voice, but did not refuse, and a trace of warmth was imperceptibly revealed in his lowered eyes.

He suddenly thought......

It's not that bad to be surrounded by.

The days of walking alone are not so much fun either.

Maybe...... I should find someone who has sound ten fingers and can replace Fuqin.

And then together, travel all over the world?