Li Wenshuo also recognized this sword, although it was completely opposite to the master's style, but there was no doubt that this must be Shangguan Yu's swordsmanship, and as an apprentice, he could not admit it.

Then he saw the short sword, the scabbard was jet black, not what it used to be, but now the sword was out of the sheath.

His pupils shrank, and his body trembled faintly.

Some memories came to his mind, and suddenly, he seemed to understand everything, and it was all started a long time ago.

Zhao Xingyi walked behind Li Wenshuo and said in a cold voice: "What, do you want to take off his mask and see who he is?"

Li Wenshuo ignored Zhao Xingyi, but he still moved two steps to the side, stretched out his hand to cover the mask, and suddenly felt that this mask was extremely heavy, and he didn't have the courage to take it down.

His hands trembled terribly.

The thunder rumbled and rolled in the northwest direction, as if it was tightly surrounded by dense layers of thick clouds, and the sound was dull and dull. Lightning flickered in the far northwest sky, on the black clouds like broken cotton wool......

Heavy raindrops fell, and the sound of the rain sounded mysteriously, as if to warn of something. In the distance, the sound of the rain had turned into a loud noise, like a large brush rubbing on dry ground.

The rain hit his face and clothes, and it was cold and biting, and in just a moment, Li Wenshuo was already soaked.

He suddenly woke up from his memory, slowly took off the black fox mask, and looked at the familiar and pale face, at this moment, Li Wenshuo had collapsed.

He still had his eyes open, but there was no half of brilliance in his pupils, and the rain curtain connected the heavens and the earth, and at this moment, in his eyes, the world was only black and white.

No wonder he didn't recognize it.

But he should have thought of it a long time ago.

Even with a mask, iron gloves on his hands, unfamiliar exercises, and a man's voice, he should have thought of it a long time ago.

Because they were and have always been so familiar.

When I saw her for the first time, although she was injured, fleeing for her life, and embarrassed, she still had a fiery red power suit on her body, and her eyes were like stars and bright moons, which amazed everything.

She has always been a character who dares to love and hate.

Even later, she chose to leave, but she still did not leave, and chose to stay by her side in another way.

After all, I still lost her.

......

It's a pity that she met herself.

......

Li Wenshuo knelt in the muddy water, his eyes looked at the corpse lying on the ground, his fingers caressed the glorious melon seed face, the rain took away the last trace of temperature, at this moment, he hated even the heavens that rained down this rain for no reason, and he wanted to draw his sword to smash the sky!

He gasped, his fingers clenched, and his broken teeth lay quietly in his hands, lying in the muddy water, silent.

Behind him, Zhao Xingyi sneered and drew his sword, thinking for a long time, he still decided to use his fastest and strongest stabbing sword to pierce Li Wenshuo's heart, instead of cutting off Li Wenshuo's head with a slower swordsmanship.

Gentleman Sword Zhao Xingyi, what he is best at in this life is to sword from behind others.

Li Wenshuo didn't have any reaction, his brain suddenly went blank, and suddenly he used a mess of things, like a mess of spinning threads at home, even if he grabbed the thread, he couldn't pull everything out in one go.

He was a little reluctant to believe it.

Zhao Xingyi sneered, the sword stabbed out, straight into the muddy water, and then his cruel smile turned into consternation, and in the end, he didn't even have a decent expression.

He's quick with his sword.

But there was no stab.

At the same time as he stabbed out, Li Wenshuo reached out to hold the sword, without looking at it, turned around and stabbed upward, a sword was inserted from Zhao Xingyi's abdomen, and the tip of the sword emerged from his mouth.

He pulled out his broken teeth, and the whole person collapsed on the ground, completely powerless, and no longer resisted, staring at the sky with godless eyes, allowing the heavy rain to rob him of his vitality little by little.

A few years ago.

He took Chen Yiyi to Yanmen Mountain, and when Shangguan Yu saw her for the first time, he loved her very much, and even gave her a peerless short sword.

Shangguan Yu is such a tender character?

No.

No matter how much he behaves like a plain and somewhat headstrong old man, he is still the most powerful and ruthless swordsman in the world, and no one can solve the loneliness in his heart.

So he had prepared this sword for himself as early as when he had just taken himself as an apprentice.

The sword pierced the heart.

The sword sent him to the top.

The sword made him suffer from pain.

When Chen Yiyi drew his sword, Zhao Xingyi, who had never practiced Shangguan Yu swordsmanship, was enlightened and full of confidence, but he himself was only shocked, as if he had seen a new world.

But I didn't feel anything.

Because it wasn't what Shangguan Yu wanted him to see, that thing could only be seen by the cold corpse in front of his eyes.

The first sword that Shangguan Yu taught Li Wenshuo was silence, and to this day, the last sword is still silence, but the former sword extinguishes everything, and the latter sword extinguishes himself.

There was endless hatred rising in his heart, if Shangguan Yu was still in Yanmen Mountain, even if he knew that he was not an opponent, he would still raise his sword to fight, and this sword was not worth it for Chen Yiyi.

Dying at the hands of the world's number one sword master is a good destination for a swordsman.

But Shangguan Yu is no longer there.

It rained all night, and as soon as the day dawned, a fiery red sun rose in the purple mist, he was not dead, obviously he had not done anything, but the source in his body was running like crazy, forcibly saving his life.

Sure enough, he didn't guess wrong, this thing of innate qi, and there are really more things in the future, Shi Wushuang definitely knows, but he also hid it from himself and told him that he had reached the innate qi of Dacheng.

Did the disciples of the church starve to death the master?

Shi Wushuang is not such a stingy person, but why is he hiding from himself, what is he hiding?

Why did Chen Yiyi look like this, why did Zhao Xingyi know that it was her, and what she had experienced in the past few days since she left?

There's still a lot to do, and it's not time to lie here in the sun.

Thinking like this, Li Wenshuo got up, kicked Zhao Xingyi's body into the lake to feed the fish, put broken teeth on his back, hugged Chen Yiyi, and walked very slowly on the wasteland.

Spring has arrived, and even in the wilderness, there are places with a little greenery.

The hoarfrost shone on the blades of grass, like a silvery brocade embroidered on a green background.

Li Wenshuo walked around, and finally stopped in a place where a few small white flowers were blooming, dug a pit little by little with his sword, and buried Chen Yiyi in this wasteland.

There was no wood for him to erect a monument, he just watched quietly, stood here for three days and three nights, and then turned to leave, his eyes were cold.