The red robe swayed in the wind and snow.

Wei Hongxiang stood with a sword.

Yuan Zhongzhong's face was a little pale.

The distance between the two is only a kilometer.

Stepping forward, plus a sword is enough to cross a distance of one zhang.

The white-robed vassal king looked at the two figures lightly, standing still in the wind and snow.

"Don't take a step back. It is forbidden to use Yuan Force. Li Qing said lightly, "Yuan Zhongzhong, you have always thought that people with low-level cultivation are ants, and now you can taste this taste yourself." ”

Yuan Zhongzhong's face was bitter.

"If you die, it proves that if you don't have cultivation yourself, you're just a so-called ant in your mouth. Xiguan's big white robe had an ordinary face, and he said calmly: "In this case, if you die, you will die." Deserve. ”

Xu Zhirou and Huan Tu looked at Yuan Zhongzhong with interest as he was pointed at by that sword blade.

Wei Hong's makeup adjusted her breathing and raised her spirit to the peak.

Her cultivation talent is not high, but she is only the peak of the sixth grade.

So she has to gather momentum and stab the fastest sword in her life.

To see the blood, to live, this sword must be fast.

If Yuan Zhongzhong could take a step back, or if he could use a trace of Yuan Force, this sword would be ten times faster, and it would not make the slightest sense.

But the man in front of him couldn't take a step back, couldn't use the slightest Yuan force.

Wei Hongxiang closed her eyes.

She felt the snow fall on her shoulders, and her breathing became extremely relaxed.

The man's breathing not far away suddenly became heavy.

Is it nervous?

No, it's an opportunity!

Wei Hongxiang suddenly opened his eyes.

A foot of snow in red.

The sword has been handed out!

Overwhelming!

Only take the center of Yuan Zhongzhong's eyebrows, be impartial, not only to splash blood, but also to kill people under the sword!

Yuan Zhongzhong roared angrily, his ten fingers were like hooks, and he slapped heavily on the sword body, and in an instant, the sword hovered an inch from the center of his eyebrows.

Wei Hong's makeup twisted his waist and sent his hips, and a sword sword made a comeback!

This sword is like a rainbow, breaking free.

Yuan Zhongzhong's eyebrows were a little red, and the momentum of the sword blade had been pointed out.

Wei Hongxiang squinted his eyes, the sword momentum was not weakened, the breath was continuous, although the six-rank yuan power was meager, but the victory was that the other party could not use the yuan power, and he had never cultivated his body.

After another breath, there was one more corpse under the sword.

Yuan Zhongzhong's eyebrows hurt slightly, and when he saw a touch of red, he knew that he had lost the gamble.

This sword is so strong, if you don't give up, is it possible that you want your own life?

Before the sword is finished, he has already lost.

If this sword falls completely, won't he become a corpse?

"Ridiculous!"

Yuan Zhongzhong roared angrily, and subconsciously used the Yuan Force Method, and the majestic Yuan Force poured out.

The sword body broke inch by inch, and Yuan Zhongzhong pointed out with his right hand, picking up a sword blade like a flower.

The thumb is like a blooming spring thunder.

In an instant, it pressed on the center of the woman in red's eyebrows.

The blade of the sword blooms like a lotus.

Wei Hong's eyebrows had an extra blood flower.

Yuan Zhongzhong suddenly paused.

His thumb, which was pressed against the center of Wei Hong's eyebrows, began to tremble.

The woman in red shook.

The red clothes fluttered down.

There was no breath at all.

An extremely thick smell of blood wafted through.

The snow was storming, and a baby's cry suddenly sounded.

Miao Jianhong stood on the ground.

The white-robed prince stopped teasing the baby in his hand, he raised his head, and said in an extremely gloomy voice: "You used the Yuan Force Method?"

Yuan Zhongzhong looked at the figure of the woman who collapsed in front of him in a daze.

The hot blood on his face slowly brought him to his senses.

Yuan Zhongzhong turned his head little by little.

looked at the white-robed prince who was carrying a lantern.

"Shame on you. The white-robed prince just glanced at himself lightly, and turned away mercilessly.

Xu Zhirou and Tu Qian followed.

Yuan Zhongzhong looked at his bloodstained right thumb in a daze.

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City suddenly smiled, "What are you still keeping? ”

Then he walked away.

Yuan Zhongzhong lost his soul and picked up a broken blade.

Aim at the right thumb and slash down.

Break it from the roots.

He looked at the white-robed figure that was fading away, and then looked at the figure lying on the eaves again, and at the other man who was not far away.

I want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

The white-robed figure not far away suddenly stood still and said, "If you are willing to gamble, you must admit defeat." ”

The wind and snow fell on Yuan Zhongzhong's shoulder, and he was almost unsteady on his feet.

Xu Zhirou said coldly: "Yuan Zhongzhong, now that he has changed Yuan Four Fingers, is it possible that he still wants to become Yuan Wutou?"

Yuan Zhongzhong was speechless.

He felt stupid to the extreme.

So he began to move slowly, but found that he could never catch up with the white robe.

In the midst of the snowstorm, a person suddenly shouted violently.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Miao Jianhong rushed forward like a madman, and picked up a broken sword.

Yuan Zhongzhong kicked the crazy man away.

The sky was full of wind and snow mixed with blood.

Miao Jinhong was kicked in the heart, knelt on the ground, and spat out a large pool of blood.

He staggered to his feet and rushed forward again.

"Kill you!"

"Kill!"

I can't count how many times.

In the end, Miao Jinhong rushed to the white robe and tried to raise the broken sword in his hand.

The magnificent white robe was expressionless.

A hard slap in the face.

Miao Jianhong was knocked to the ground by Xu Zhirou, who was next to the white-robed vassal king, and couldn't get up again.

Xiguan squatted down in a white robe and looked at this man with a bloody face and a blue nose and swollen face.

"You want to kill me?" asked Li Qing.

Miao Jianhong choked up and couldn't speak.

The King of Xiguan was silent for a moment.

"The world is always unfair. Why can someone stand in the supreme position, while most people can only be an ant crawling on the ground?" Li Qing said slowly, "You can only gain strength by enduring the most painful and tiring humiliation and putting in more effort than everyone else. ”

The lantern in the white robe's hand fell.

Illuminate the man's pale face.

Miao Jianhong coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"There will be a war in the Northern Wei Dynasty. If you really have the ability, you can come and take my head yourself. Bai Pao'er said lightly, "I really want to avenge that woman, I can even give up my life, I will keep Yuan Zhongzhong's life for you." ”

Miao Jinhong wept bitterly, but stared at the man's face tightly.

"If you just want justice. The extremely tall man stood up suddenly, glanced at him with a kind of indifference from a downward gaze, and said lightly: "I have no justice here. If you have the ability, go to Fengxue Silver City to ask for justice. ”

Xiguan's white robe left in the night.

Miao Jianhong spent the night crawling to the place where the woman had fallen and picked her up like a heart.

She said: "Little people, you have to live." ”

Miao Jinhong hugged Wei Hong's makeup tightly.

Muttering.

"I don't want to live. All I want is you. ”

......

This was the first time that Duan Mingsheng and Miao Jianhong had disobeyed Tianque's order.

An accident was encountered during the execution of the tasks of the seven groups of Ouchi.

Wei Hongmakeup was sacrificed in Hanjiu Town.

And the truth of this matter will be buried forever by the heavy snow of December in Lianyun Mountain.

When the high-level officials of the day rushed to the remote town of Hanjiu Town.

Ouchi Seven has disappeared from this town.

No one knew that there were two men who endured the wind and snow in the north and rushed desperately to the wind and snow silver city in the holy land of the north plains, just to seek justice.

Naturally, no one knows what kind of broken intestines are buried in the tombstone on Lianyun Mountain, the ordinary tombstone engraved with Wei Hong's makeup?

The tragic songs of the little people have never attracted attention.

So even if those two men rushed to Fengxue Silver City and took their lives to buckle the city gate, in exchange, it was just a heartbreaking sword.

So even if the little people end gloomily, no one will be saddened.

They are lowly, they are small, they are treated like ants.

After the blood was splashed three feet, it was immediately buried by heavy snow.

But this sad song has never been broken.

The little man climbed forward desperately, giving them a chance, and the ants could not turn over.

It's a sad thing, though.

No laugh.

......

April of the sixteenth year of the Spring and Autumn Calendar. Miao Jianhong died in Qijiang, and never saw Xiguan Baipao again, let alone avenged the revenge of the year.

In June of the same year. Duan Mingsheng ended up outside Fengting City. (Look clearly, it's not the end of the curtain now, spoilers, the next chapter will end)

This tragic song is no longer known.

PS: To be honest, the story of Lao Duan and Lao Miao is not heartbreaking, but it is by no means easy.

The story of the little people is already very heavy.

They are not gifted, they are unlucky, and the love-hate relationship is not so complicated.

But if you are born as a small person, you can't live?

What is the meaning of life?

When Wei Hongxiang handed out the sword, he was not a small person.

From the moment Miao Jianhong stood up.

When Duan Mingsheng blocked the city lord's sword for Miao Jianhong.

The light on them trumps everyone else.

The tragic song of the little people should have been sung.