Although I pierced his body with that sword, it did not completely crush his spirit and body, but helped him stop the bleeding.

It's a pity that at that time, you were too anxious, and you didn't have time to see the scene after the sword was stabbed, so you were in a hurry to let Zhu Ji and Sheng Tang fight among themselves.

However, it is no wonder that everyone will be a little complacent and careless when they see that their plot is about to succeed.

You, Liu Yi, the fierce general of the Ogi Mirror Palace, although you are known as the Star of the Southwest, you have also committed this mistake that everyone will make.

Liu Yi was still kneeling there, holding his head in his hands, repeating the sentence just now, and said: I, I, am I really a dead person?

The undead phoenix began to step again, walking towards the depths of the undead forest.

Hong Hui followed behind him and said in a deep voice: Actually, just when you suddenly made a plot against Sheng Tang, you had already fallen for the thousand-year-old reincarnation Dafa in his sleeve.

At that time, you have been divided into five bodies by him, so I said, you are already a dead person, and there is nothing to explain to you, a dead man.

Liu Yi held his head, his face was hideous and distorted, he suddenly jumped up, and said loudly: I was torn apart by the five bodies?

As soon as his words fell, his body seemed to be suddenly pulled up by an invisible rope, and he flew up and fell into the air.

Then, only a scream of "ah" was heard, and the whole body exploded in the night rain, and bloomed all over the sky.

The blood flowers slowly fell with the vast night rain, falling on the already cold corpses of Zhu Ji and Sheng Tang, falling on the sewage all over the ground, and flowing slowly......

Merge with the earth in this late autumn and begin an eternal cycle of reincarnation.

Hong Hui didn't even blink his eyes, letting the night rain that was stained with the blood of the three most proud disciples of his Hongmen infiltrate his body.

He stopped suddenly, raised his head, and let those cold night rain fall on his face, as if he wanted to make himself sober up by the biting rain, and looked at the immortal phoenix and said:

Old friend, a good brother who grew up together, and now you are the owner of Fujia Villa, the proud disciple of the legendary Sword Thirty in the rivers and lakes, Jiang Feng,

I haven't seen you for twenty years, take off that human skin mask on your face, and let me, my childhood friend, see your almost unfamiliar face.

In the past 20 years, the affluent life of Fujia Villa should not have changed much for you, heh, do you say yes, my friend, good brother?

Lan Yutang stopped, suddenly turned around, smiled, and then, with a light wipe on his face, he took off a human skin mask, revealing an angular and handsome face.

It is a face of shrewdness and majesty that exudes loyalty and majesty.

Although the erect heroic posture that Hong Hui was familiar with when they roamed the rivers and lakes together twenty years ago is still there, there is a little more maturity, a trace of stability, and a trace of aristocratic face.

This is also the face of Feng Feifei, the eldest lady of Fujia Villa twenty years ago, and the face of Jiang Feng, the playful boy who followed Jian Thirty to the rivers and lakes twenty years ago.

Looking at Jiang Feng, who had taken off his human skin mask, and at this face that had barely left any traces in the past twenty years, Hong Hui walked over and hugged him tightly.

Good friends who have been separated for 20 years, at this time, can be regarded as a reunion in the true sense.

Hong Hui patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or emotion in his voice, but he said slowly: Old friend, good brother, we finally met again.

However, I didn't expect that we would meet in this way, although we haven't seen each other for 20 years, you and I have changed so much.

However, there is one thing that has not changed, and that is the friendship between you and me.

Jiang Feng held his hand, laughing slowly, laughing, as if he didn't know what to say, only laughing, and his voice was already choked, and said:

Yes, it's been 20 years, and in the past 20 years, it's not just each of us that has changed, but also the rivers and lakes.

Perhaps, as you said, we are all old, and this river and lake no longer belongs to us, not so much that we are old, but that the rivers and lakes are young.

Now, the rivers and lakes belong to young people.

Hong Hui's lips trembled slightly, and said: Yes, now, it seems that we can rest assured that we can hand over this river and lake to these young people.

Asking for life in Tsing Yi, immortal phoenix, Lan Yutang, oh, no, it should be said that it is Zhan'er, your only son, Jiang Zhan, he doesn't want to live under your powerful aura, isn't it the same as mixing in the rivers and lakes?

Hearing the words "Jiang Zhan", Jiang Feng showed a trace of helplessness, but there was a little comfort in his helplessness, and he said slowly: That kid is really too strong.

Hong Hui said: It's just like when you were young. However, there is one thing I don't quite understand, because I know that Zhan'er's martial arts are not taught by you, but why do you also dance the nine swords?

Jiang Feng smiled: "However, you seem to have forgotten, who did I learn my swordsmanship from?"

Hong Hui said: Sword thirty.

Jiang Fengdao: But the swordsmanship of Sword Thirty was learned from the mother-in-law of Shenji, and Zhan'er's martial arts were also learned from Mother-in-law Shenji.

At the beginning, I didn't want Zhan'er to step into the rivers and lakes, so I didn't teach him martial arts, but he later met his mother-in-law and learned such a skill.

Providence, maybe this is providence.

Hong Hui said: Old friends, good brothers, about the life-seeking Tsing Yi and Lan Yutang in the rivers and lakes, oh no, it's Zhan'er, what do you think of the grievances between the two of them?

Jiang Fengdao: Today's young people, perhaps, are no longer what we imagined, but no matter what, I believe that everything he does has his own reasons.

If you do it right, it should be, because he is my Jiang Feng's son, and if he does something wrong, he has his own heavenly law cycle, and the three-foot god on his head will judge.

Speaking of this, he looked at Hong Hui, suddenly changed the topic, and said: Okay, now, no matter what they children do, let's talk about the two of us, right?

The two of them walked towards the depths of the dead forest one after the other, Lan Yutang in front and Hong Hui behind, letting the rain fall on their heads.

At this moment, although it is already the season of late autumn, they don't seem to feel the slightest cold.

Their steps are slow and steady, and every step they take seems to leave a deep footprint on the ground, as if they want to engrave this moment on the earth forever as a permanent witness.

Hong Hui Hong Hui's footsteps suddenly slowed down, his body staggered a little, looking at Jiang Feng's back getting farther and farther away, his back becoming more and more blurred, and said slowly:

I haven't seen you for 20 years, I really want to have a good chat with you again, just like when we used to go through the rivers and lakes together, talk about life and ideals.

When I was happy, I found a place to eat and drink, and when I was unhappy, I found someone to fight, and that was the best day of my life.

Jiang Feng didn't look back, but he was already aware of what was happening, what was about to happen, his face had a painful look, and there were already tears flashing in his eyes.

The reason why he didn't look back was because he didn't want Hong Hui to see the tears in his eyes, and as if he didn't want to see the changes that were happening to Hong Hui at the moment.

He still kept the pace just now and kept moving forward, keeping his original tone and said slowly: Heh, fool, what are you talking about, we still have a chance.

The blood vessels on Hong Hui's face slowly burst out, and at the corners of his mouth, there were mouthfuls of blood spit out, but he still said in a calm tone:

Perhaps, you and I have been waiting for 20 years, so why not wait another 20 years?

In the twenty years of waiting, many old friends have passed away, sword thirty, white light clothes, fast swords to the side, but many young people stood up, asking for their lives Tsing Yi, immortal phoenix.

Oh no, if I hadn't been so harsh on his children at the beginning, maybe Zhu Ji, Sheng Tang, Wei Shan, and even Liu Er would be the same.

No matter what the rivers and lakes are about to become in the future, they are supported by a new generation of young people, and now, we are all old, as if it is time to say goodbye to this rivers and lakes and the world.

Not only did I fall victim to the poison of "Ju Qiu Twilight", but there seemed to be others, in addition to bringing me supreme fame and status, these twenty years of bloody rain have brought me supreme fame and status, but it is indeed exhaustion to bring more.

They had completely crushed me, so much so that I couldn't lift my head, my back straight, I couldn't even breathe freely, and I thought, I really should get some rest......

Just like the night rain pouring overhead, no matter how fierce and fierce it falls at the moment, there will always be a time to stop.

It's like this night, no matter how dark it is, but there is always a time of dawn.

My old friend, my good brother, we had already promised to live and die together when we first got married, but I'm really sorry, but I'm going to go first......

It rained non-stop.

Hong Hui's body also slowly merged with the night rain.

Jiang Feng has not stopped.

He really didn't dare to stop, let alone turn around to look at Hong Hui, whose body had slowly scattered and scattered, because he was afraid that he would cry when he turned around and saw Hong Hui's appearance at the moment.

He was even more afraid that as soon as he stopped, he would never be able to leave.

Now is not the time for him to stop and cry for his friend.

He could only grit his teeth, letting the torrential rain above his head hit his body like a thunderbolt, knocking on his nerves and freezing his boiling heart.

The dawn was already showing in the east.

Perhaps, after this long night of cold rain, the weather will clear.

Tomorrow must be a good weather, but Jiang Feng's heart is overwhelming.

The rain still keeps falling. I just don't know, whose heart is wet when this endless rain falls?