However, at this moment, what Zhang Xueyao is thinking about is not the righteousness of the family and the country, for her, whether it is the Zhang family or the defense of the country, the family and the country have disappeared decades ago, and now she is just a stranger in a foreign land. On the occasion of the current and life-and-death line of the great enemy, she somehow remembered the night when she was young, two down-and-out young men and women in the East Lake Courtyard, there was no matchmaker, no wedding banquet, not even a high hall and a witness, only the bright moon of heaven and earth and two dragon and phoenix candles, that night, the two of them did nothing, just guarded the pair of dragon and phoenix candles until dawn, watched them ignite little by little, and turned into candle tears.

Zhang Xueyao remembered a lot of old things, when she was in her prime, the husband and wife were young and vigorous, and they did not give in to each other, which eventually led Gongsun Zhongmou to leave Jiangdu and travel the world. At that time, because of the woman's reserve and because of her anger, she never took the initiative to give in, but unconsciously, Gongsun Zhongmou changed from a merry boy to an old man with frosty hair, and then left the world one step ahead of her.

In the past, when there was no one in the silence, Zhang Xueyao also thought about this, and it was inevitable that there would be some unspeakable regrets, if she could take a step back and give in once, maybe there would be many things that would not be what they are now, how good it would be.

It's just that today she doesn't think so anymore, and she never regrets it, because this is Zhang Xueyao, this is Gongsun Zhongmou, only such Zhang Xueyao can come together with such Gongsun Zhongmou, if she retreats, then she is not Zhang Xueyao, and he is not Gongsun Zhongmou.

I, Zhang Xueyao, have never taken half a step back in the face of my husband, Jungong Sun Zhongmou, what is Murong Xuanyin?

Why should I get back?

Zhang Xueyao's thoughts were smooth at this moment, as if wiping away the floating dust.

Just as when the master Shangguan Xianchen fought in Zichen, he once left a sentence: I have three feet of Qingfeng, and I have been locked in the dust for a long time. One day the dust is full of light, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

In an instant, Zhang Xueyao's sword heart was clear.

Sword Thirty-Four suddenly pressed down by three points.

For the first time, Murong Xuanyin, who cast an immortal golden body, showed a depressed color, and the center of his eyebrows was bright, like a vertical eye that would ooze blood at any time.

In the Changle Pavilion outside the city, Bingchen, who had begun to close her eyes and recuperate, suddenly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of Jiangdu City, and the greed and anger in her arms also seemed to be felt, trembling non-stop.

Chenye's face was slightly solemn, and he sighed: "This is the unreasonableness of the people in the Sword Sect, inexplicably they can go to the next level, and it is even more common to fight across the border, it is not enough to cross the border and jump into the double building, this is unreasonable." ”

Bingchen tugged at the corners of his mouth, "One bite of a sword sect, to put it bluntly, it is the Shangqing lineage, and they are all disciples of Dao Ancestor." Those so-called thousand-year-old feuds, in the final analysis, are still the grievances of the Patriarch Daojun, and it is not our turn for descendants to talk nonsense. ”

Dusty Leaf shook his head and said, "Don't talk about this, let's get down to business." Now that there is a situation in Jiangdu City, I thought that Murong Xuanyin could take Jiangdu City steadily, the only thing that needs to be careful is Xu Beiyou, where did I think that Zhang Xueyao would actually go to the next level at this juncture, although it will not defeat Murong Xuanyin, but it is enough to make Murong Xuanyin jealous, if Murong Xuanyin has the intention of retreating because of this, it will become us to go into battle in person, not to mention the loss, even Xu Beiyou will also make us spend a lot of money. ”

Bingchen sneered: "Why, knowing that after Xu Beiyou was promoted to the eighteenth floor of the Earth Immortal, he felt that he was not Xu Beiyou's opponent? ”

Chenye smiled and said: "My generation of monks cultivates the Tao, not to fight bravely, but to preach for longevity, Hugh said that it is Xu Beiyou, what about Shangguan Xianchen back then? ”

Bingchen sneered: "You want to be the second Tianchen?"

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Dustleaf laughed off.

In the city, Zhang Xueyao looked down at the intricate patterns embroidered on the cuffs of the two overlapping big sleeves, and her eyes were in a trance. The clothes she wore today are the clothes she wore when she got married, since Gongsun Zhongmou left Jiangdu, she was locked into the bottom of the box, and today she turned out of the bottom of the box by her ghost, but fortunately, it still fits.

Zhang Xueyao smiled slightly, no longer suppressed the churning blood in her chest, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, she said softly: "You always say that I am not as good as you in sword practice, and that I have become more and more lazy since I was forty years old, so you can take a look at my sword today." ”

Blood-stained placket.

This wedding robe is not a traditional red, but an elegant white dress, just because the two of them were really down-and-out at that time, and there was no way to customize a wedding dress.

Back then, although Zhang Xueyao didn't say it, she still felt regretful in her heart.

Now, Zhang Xueyao no longer has half a regret, she only feels that she has no regrets in this life.

The white clothes were stained with red blood.

Zhang Xueyao's folded hands were blurred with flesh and blood.

The cuffs are dyed red, like a wedding dress.

The momentum of Sword Thirty-Four rose again and again, and Shengsheng pressed Murong Xuanyin's figure down three feet.

The sky and the earth are changing, and the wind is surging.

Later, there was no sword body, nor Murong Xuanyin who carried this sword, only the sword aura overflowing, and it was vast.

Murong Xuanyin, who never expected Zhang Xueyao to have such a sword, fell into a dilemma, and had to hold his breath and concentrate, forcibly operate the qi machine, and melt what he had learned all his life into a furnace, and the center of his eyebrows suddenly burst open, no blood flowed out, only blood overflowed, like a blood-red vertical eye.

Murong Xuanyin raised his hands, didn't care about the cuffs being broken, didn't care about the hair being cut off by the sword qi, and after forcibly swallowing a mouthful of blood that had already gushed into his throat, he forcibly raised his hands again, stopped the decline of his body, and held up the sword alive.

However, at this moment, a huge sword intent rose outside the city, which was not inferior to the sword thirty-four in the city.

Outside the city, Xu Beiyou patted the sword box behind his back with his backhand, and said softly: "Old man, several elders have done their best, and it is time for us to make a move." ”

Xu Beiyou stepped on the ground and began to run wildly.

This time, Xu Beiyou did not use a sword, because he himself was a sword.

Xu Beiyou's clothes and white hair flew together, sweeping Changhong.

This sword can be called unique in the world, tearing apart Zhang Xueyao's sword thirty-four, not only did not hurt Zhang Xueyao at all, but helped Zhang Xueyao get out of the situation of wrestling with Murong Xuanyin, and avoided the end of exhaustion.

The speed of this sword was so fast that Murong Xuanyin, who was still carrying the end of the thirty-four rhymes of the sword, had no possibility of dodging at all.

Murong Xuanyin's eyes revealed a bit of annoyance and unwillingness.

He didn't expect Zhang Xueyao to use such a sword, putting him in a dilemma, nor did he expect that Xu Beiyou's target at the beginning was him, not the Daomen guarding outside the city.

He almost squeezed three words out between his teeth.

"Xu Beiyou!"

The next moment, Xu Beiyou, who was bare-handed, had already come to him.

What if you don't have a sword in your hand?

The human is the sword.