Qi Ying'er stood in place, he seemed to have lost consciousness, when he threw the sword out, he thought he was dead, but he stood in place, it was not him who was going to die at this time, but Wu Jungang.

Wu Jungang was still wielding a thin sword, and the sound of "dingding" was non-stop. Wu Jungang suddenly stopped swinging his sword, and the "dingding" sound disappeared.

Wu Jungang's thin sword fell on the snow without a sound, and he himself knelt in the snow, and the snow buried his knees. And on his left shoulder were several very thin silver needles, which glittered in the moonlight.

The silver needle was stuck in his hand and in his shoulder, but there was no bleeding in a single place. Is the needle too thin? It doesn't even bleed.

There was no sound of metal colliding between swords and needles, no sound of cold wind, and the snow stopped, and everything in the world seemed to be frozen at a certain moment, as quiet as death.

Sun Qiao'er moved, her hands slowly supported her upper body, her hair was wet from the snow, and the clothes she was wearing seemed to be a little frozen, but Sun Qiao'er was still charming. If it weren't for this kind of place where the corpse was lying horizontally, Sun Qiao'er would have been like a goddess in the snow, her fair skin was not inferior to the snow at all, and the flush on her face made her more beautiful than the snow.

But her whole body looked haggard, and she was in a trance, looking around.

She saw a young man standing in the snow, not moving, the young man was seven feet tall, but he had a serious face that revealed innocence, and in the blink of an eye she saw a man kneeling on the snow, a terrible man, a man who seemed to be breathless.

Sun Qiao'er was so frightened that she hurriedly got up and leaned against a tree, he knew the man, he knew the face, the scar.

"There should be three of them, what about the other two?"

She saw two bodies on the ground, one bearded and one headless. What about the head? The head has long been buried in the snow.

Sun Qiao'er didn't vomit when she saw the two corpses, and was even a little happy, because she knew that the other two people had turned into corpses. But why is there still a person kneeling on the ground, is he kneeling to Qi Ying'er?

Qi Ying'er!

She seemed to wake up like a dream, running on the snow like Qi Ying'er, she ran in the snow, raising the falling emanation, like a fairy.

Qi Ying'er's dull eyes looked at Wu Jungang who was kneeling on the ground, Sun Qiao'er called him several times before Ying'er came back to her senses, her legs were weak, and she sat down on the snow.

Sun Qiao'er asked softly, "You killed him?"

Qi Ying'er didn't look at her and shook her head.

Sun Qiao'er said again: "Is he dead?"

Qi Ying'er shook her head again.

Sun Qiao'er wanted to ask him if he was "I don't know, or I'm not dead?" but she didn't ask, she knew what must have happened during the period of time when she fainted just now.

Sun Qiao'er grabbed a handful of snow with her slender white jade-like hand, pinched it into a snowball and smashed it at Wu Jungang's hanging head, the snowball touched his head, and immediately flew away and returned to the snow.

Wu Jungang didn't react at all, like a dead man. He was indeed dead, without a heartbeat, without breathing. The eyes that were like dead men are now the real eyes of dead men.

Sun Qiao'er said happily: "He's dead, he's dead." ”

Qi Ying'er still couldn't believe it, how could a person die for no reason? He was indeed a damned person, but who took his life, and who sent those silver needles as thin as hair? Will that person also kill himself? Qi Ying'er's fear did not dissipate, and even became heavier and heavier.

Sun Qiao'er said: "He's dead, let's get out of here quickly." Qi Ying'er still didn't respond.

When she saw Qi Ying'er's sword, she stuck it in a tree behind her, and she walked over to pull it out. She gripped the hilt of the sword, chilling to the bone, and no matter how hard she tried, the sword stuck deep in the tree never moved. Helplessly, she returned to Qi Ying'er's side again, and screamed as soon as she squatted down.

Because the person in front of him is not Qi Ying'er, this person is more cold than the cold wind and more piercing than the ice river. There was only a wall of ice in his dark eyes, and there was no fire.

"The person in front of you is Qi Ying'er?" Sun Qiao'er said in her heart, "But why do you feel so strange?"

Sun Qiao'er said softly, "Are you okay?"

Qi Ying'er spoke, and there was a cold air between the words, "Very good." ”

Sun Qiao'er seemed to cry, "Why? Why is he so cold to me?"

Qi Ying'er's strength seemed to return, he stood up, without any superfluous movements, he walked to the tree and pulled out his sword with one hand. The sword was inserted ten inches into the tree, and Sun Qiao'er couldn't pull it out after pulling it out for a long time, but Qi Ying'er, who was still slumped on the snow just now, pulled out the sword at once, as easily as pulling it out of the scabbard.

Qi Ying'er pulled out her sword, didn't make any extra moves, didn't look at Sun Qiao'er, and walked straight to Wu Jungang, who was kneeling on the ground. Sun Qiao'er shouted at him: "What else are you going to do?"

Qi Ying'er didn't look back, ignored her, walked in front of Wu Jungang, and said coldly, "Where is your sword?"

Sun Qiao'er said: "He is dead, what do you say to the dead?"

"The sword is in the snow. ”

It's that dead man! It's Wu Jungang who said it! Sun Qiao'er was so frightened that he didn't die!

Qi Ying'er didn't care, as if she already knew that Wu Jungang was not dead, and said, "Why did you lose it?"

Wu Jungang asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Qi Ying'er didn't speak, looking at Wu Jungang with a pair of cold eyes, Wu Jungang slowly raised his head, his dead eyes were no longer so terrifying, maybe because he was no longer dangerous.

Wu Jungang said: "I can't take it up." ”

Qi Ying'er said: "You lost it yourself." ”

Wu Jungang said: "If you throw it away, you can't get it back." ”

Qi Ying'er asked again, "Why did you throw it away?"

Wu Jungang looked at him, there was no killing intent in his eyes, because the eyes he was facing did not allow him to have a trace of killing intent at all, as long as it was a moment, his life would be gone in an instant.

Wu Jungang said, "How do you know I'm not dead?"

Qi Ying'er said: "Anyone who loses his sword doesn't want to die. ”

Wu Jungang said, "What about you? Have you lost your sword?"

Qi Ying'er looked at the sky.

The sky was already bright, and the blue-gray sky was covered with snow again.

Qi Ying'er said: "I will never lose it again." He clenched the sword in his hand, and the tighter he gripped it, the more obvious the green tendons on his hand became.

Wu Jungang said: "Great. ”

Qi Ying'er said: "What's good?"

Wu Jungang said: "The sword is good, and the person is better." ”

Qi Ying'er smiled: "You are not bad. ”

Wu Jungang said, "Oh?"

Qi Ying'er said: "You don't want to kill me at all." ”

Wu Jungang said: "I can't kill you in the first place, because our old boss only let me catch you alive." ”

Qi Ying'er said: "You don't plan to arrest me back." ”

Wu Jungang smiled, laughing so sadly, laughing so helplessly. He said, "How do you know?"

Qi Ying'er said: "You could have saved the bearded man when I killed him with my sword, but you didn't do it because you wanted to see my strength." ”

Wu Jungang smiled and listened to Qi Ying'er's words.

Qi Ying'er said: "Then you deliberately provoked that one-eyed dragon, because you didn't want him to kill me, and you were afraid that I wouldn't be able to kill him, so you killed him." ”

Wu Jungang said: "That cripple's martial arts are indeed better than Zhao Han's, but I'm afraid he won't be able to kill you." ”

Qi Ying'er said: "This is what you only learned after you slashed that sword at me. ”

Wu Jungang smiled: "Not bad." ”

Qi Ying'er looked at his face, and the scar only looked full of sadness at this time.

He asked, "Why don't you kill me?"

Wu Jungang said: "I can't kill you, I will only die under your sword." ”

Qi Ying'er kept her mouth shut, not wanting to say another word.

Wu Jungang just looked at him silently, looked at the sword in his hand, and said, "What's the name of your sword?"

Qi Ying'er said: "There is no name. ”

Wu Jungang said: "It's better without a name." ”

Qi Ying'er said, "Why?"

Wu Jungang said: "The sword is not a person, the sword is ruthless, how can it have a name like a person, in that way, the sword can't kill people." ”

Qi Ying'er listened, listened attentively, the person in front of him not only did not make Qi Ying'er hate and disgusted, but made him respect and grateful, he taught himself like a teacher, and taught himself with his life that he could not put down the sword in his hand no matter what.

Wu Jungang said: "Your sword is very sharp, and no name will allow it to cut everything and kill me." ”

Qi Ying'er looked at his eyes, those eyes that were shining with tears, eyes without any murderous aura, eyes that had been resurrected from the dead.

Qi Ying'er asked, "There is one thing I don't understand. ”

Wu Jungang smiled: "You want to ask who shot these silver needles?"

Qi Ying'er didn't speak, because that was what he was asking, and he knew that he wouldn't know the answer.

Wu Jungang said: "I only know that there is only one person in this world who can shoot this kind of silver needle, the 'Thousand-Handed Guanyin' Shangguan Linglong. ”

Qi Ying'er said: "It's a woman?"

Wu Jungang shook his head: "No one has seen her, because everyone who has seen her is dead, but the rivers and lakes rumor that she is a woman." ”

Qi Ying'er asked again, "Why did she kill you?"

Wu Jungang smiled: "She never needs a reason to kill. ”

Qi Ying'er stopped talking, silent, silence means everything. Needless to say, it means that.

Wu Jungang said: "I also have a problem before you kill me. ”

Qi Ying'er said: "You say." ”

Wu Jungang said, "Who are you?"

Qi Ying'er said coldly: "I am me, Qi Ying'er." ”

Wu Jungang suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, "Okay! Heroes come out of teenagers! Finally, I will teach you one more thing!"

Qi Ying'er said, "What's the matter?"

Wu Jungang said word for word: "Where a swordsman dies, where he ends." ”

Qi Ying'er nodded.

The snow is falling, and the sun has slowly risen, but it can't melt the ice. With a sword light, Wu Jungang was out of breath, and tears overflowed from the corners of Ying'er's eyes.

Qi Ying'er turned around and walked towards Sun Qiao'er, who had been standing aside. Sun Qiao'er has been watching them and listening to their conversation, she will never understand the conversation just now, and she will never understand the feelings between men. "Is he a good man?" she asked.

Qi Ying'er said: "Better than many people." ”

Sun Qiao'er said: "Then why did you kill him?"

Qi Ying'er didn't speak, and was silent for a while before saying, "Because, I'm also a good person." ”

What is the answer? This is the best answer, because there is nothing more stupid than that question.

Qi Ying'er walked to the bearded corpse, the corpse was already stiff, the blood had already coagulated, and the eyes were bulging outward, if it was Qi Ying'er before, he would have vomited a long time ago, but now it is different, now he has killed two people.

Qi Ying'er rummaged through his corpse, and Sun Qiao'er said, "What are you still looking for in the dead man?" Su Qiaoer felt that the man in front of him was becoming more and more difficult to understand, who was he, was she really a twelve-year-old child?

Qi Ying'er turned out a fire fold, he walked up to Wu Jungang's corpse with the fire fold, blew the fire fold, and set Wu Jungang's body on fire.

The fire in the snow is so weak and desolate, but its meaning is more important than the sun. That fire is the destination of a person, the destination of the soul.

Qi Ying'er took a sword out of the snow, a thin sword, and threw it into the fire.

Sun Qiao'er slowly moved over and said, "What about the other two corpses?

Qi Ying'er looked at this woman, this beautiful woman, and he said coldly: "They are not worthy, they only deserve to be eaten by wild wolves and eagle vultures." ”

The eyes were so bleak and ruthless, Sun Qiao'er's tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes.

She cried out, "What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong? You want to do this to me, to be so ruthless to me?"

Sun Qiao'er cried so sadly, Qi Ying'er saw it all, he suddenly hugged Sun Qiao'er, Sun Qiao'er wanted to break away, but she was weak, and she also hugged Qi Ying'er's neck and cried on his shoulder.

Qi Ying'er whispered in her ear, "Thank you for saving me." The gentle voice, the simple words, trumped all explanations.

Sun Qiao'er stopped crying and said, "Then where are we going now?"

Qi Ying'er smiled, her smile was warmer than the winter sun, and that smile was better than all the sweet words in the world.

Qi Ying'er said: "Where I go, you will go." ”

Sun Qiaoer also smiled, smiling innocently and cutely, there is no such beautiful woman in the world who can smile so charmingly.

Sun Qiaoer said: "Where you go, I will go." ”

Snow, falling, sunshine, swaying.

In the woods, a fire, two people snuggled closely.

The two held hands tightly and walked out of the woods.

In Jingyun Town in winter, there are many people, and the tavern and teahouse are even more lively.

In tavern teahouses, people talk about only one thing.

"Have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"You don't know yet, I heard that the killers of the 'Gang of Hosts' were killed!"

"What? That kind of killer is also killed? What a strange thing!"

"What a strange thing!

"Shhhh Beware of the Hosts slaughtering you with a single sword. ”

"Now there are people who can kill the Gang of Hosts, and the Gang of Armies will not be as arrogant as before. ”

"Hmph, I'm afraid that if I kill someone from the Gang of Armies, that person won't live long!"

"By the way, who died?"

"Three dead, one worse than the other. 'Thunderbolt Palm' Zhao Han, 'One-Eyed Iron Crutch' Han Lengqun and 'Evil Faced Star Monarch' Wu Jungang. ”

"Wu Jungang is also dead?"

"Dead, burned to ashes, the other two severed their hands and heads, and the death was miserable enough. ”

"If you die well, if that kind of person lives, we can't live well. ”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and I saw that a table in the tavern had rotted to the ground. A bald man, eight feet tall, with two broom eyebrows rushing upwards obliquely, his face turned purple with anger, he shouted angrily at the group of people just now: "Grandma, there are so many flies when you drink wine, if you say one more word, I will let you not live!"