The second son, Shangguan Xiaoluo

Four months ago

In June, although the snow valley is still cold, the grass has already appeared, revealing an endless vitality.

As soon as the twilight passed, the flowers and birds were silent, and the earth seemed to be immersed in the arms of a group of fairies as beautiful as flowers, making people feel like they were in a fairy land without the slightest dust.

At the fifth watch, countless birds suddenly startled the sky, and a group of masked people walked forward quickly, breaking the chic tranquility and making people think about their intentions.

The wind was too quiet.

The group of masked men all chose not to say a word, just standing in front of the mountain gate of Snow Emperor Valley in a daze.

The jade-like moonlight was still spreading, and in the blink of an eye, they had been standing here for half an hour, and there were half-sized insects everywhere on all sides, as if even the sky was a little impatient.

But at this moment, a terrifying bleak sound suddenly sounded in the mountains, like weeping, like complaining, like resentment, as if it was more ethereal and sad than anything else.

A group of people slowly walked down the mountain, and the atmosphere of luxury and flamboyance came straight to the ears.

The 14 men in black bowed down without the slightest slack!

And the wind was still blowing.

A man in white walked unhurriedly from the bottom of the mountain, with wonderful steps on the soles of his feet, and he reached the top of the mountain in a short time.

He raised his head slightly, and said impatiently, "What are you waiting for, I want the remnant blood." His words did not hesitate word by word, and the unparalleled domineering spirit made people tremble.

Grass mustard, all beings are as insignificant as grass mustard.

Perhaps in his heart, success comes first, and the price to pay for achieving the goal may not be worth caring about at all.

After hearing this, the fourteen men in black were a little excited, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, which made people a little frightened.

Without hesitation, they got up one after another and walked towards the Snow Emperor Gate.

The wind blew across everyone's faces, soft and graceful!

In just a moment, the screams resounded all over the top of the snow valley, making people feel a little unhappy in their hearts.

Perhaps when this group of masked men entered the Snow Valley, it was already doomed to the demise of this sect.

About a quarter of an hour later, the prince who was standing in front of the mountain gate also entered the top of the snow valley and walked towards the sect full of mourning, along the way, there were people who died tragically at the hands of masked men and a group of innocent women and children.

The mountains were speechless, as if waiting for the tragic scene to end as soon as possible.

But there was not the slightest sadness on the face of that prince, he stepped on those corpses, how elegant his movements were, the plain white brocade clothes on his body, against the backdrop of his handsome face, like a famous man from the Wei and Jin dynasties! It was so elegant, so refined.

But who would have thought that under this indisputable face, there would be a cold and bloody heart, as if it was a "ghost" as terrifying as a demon.

By the time the boy walked to the top of the valley as if he were strolling leisurely, the wailing was gone, and the once holy valley had become disgusting with blood, and there was no clean place anymore.

When more than a dozen masked men saw the white-clothed boy coming up, they immediately became extremely respectful, as if this boy was their eternal faith.

The breeze was blowing, and the man in white was the first to speak: "Have you done it clean?" The tone was elegant and indifferent, as if he was saying something insignificant.

However, after hearing this, a little cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the masked man at the head, and after thinking for a moment, he continued: "Run-run one, and the non-attack was also taken away." ”

The wind blew stronger and stronger, mixed with the smell of blood.

The man in white just sighed slightly, and said, "Huh, you failed?" full of vicissitudes that did not match his age, making everyone who listened couldn't help but tremble.

"Young master, spare your life, give me another chance! I will definitely bring back the non-attack!" The masked man led by him suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, screaming hoarsely, and tears broke out for a while.

"No need, I don't raise waste!" The man in white didn't pay attention to his words, and suddenly raised his hand, and without anyone expecting it, a move pierced the head of the person in charge.

The breeze had passed, and everyone was silent, as if they were not surprised by this sudden change.

The man in white glanced at the corpse that was still twitching underground, and said hoarsely: "Go after it! I must get what I want! If I can't get it, give me a collective self-cut!"

"Yes!" the rest of the masked men replied as relieved as they heard him, not daring to pause for the slightest, and turned to leave.

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The third son, Ji Ran:

Palm Sword Xuan Lingshan Rudder:

I don't know where the face is, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Year after year, year after year.

Every March, the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the faces of people are familiar.

On the Luohao Peak of Lingshan, at the beginning of the peach blossoms, they floated to the ground, Ji Ying danced, and the heads surged.

"Childe!"

An old man floated in, with white hair and long beard, quite a bit of fairy bones.

"Get out!"

A white-faced boy snorted coldly and said sharply.

The old man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, his eyes flashed with a trace of murderous aura, and he couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Shangguan Xiaoluo, you dare to scold me!"

However, he didn't wait for the other party's voice to fall.

Shangguan Xiaoluo spoke again!

"I said get out!" as he spoke, as soon as he raised his hand, he instantly shot out Dao Dao sword qi.

However, the old man's martial arts are really not low, and his figure flashed back quickly, as if he was biased.

The sword in his hand fell, and all the sword qi was dissolved, although he was frightened, he was not in danger.

After that, he raised his sword and stood in front of him.

Xiao Luo didn't hesitate, but his figure flashed, his long sleeves rolled, and the falling peach blossoms seemed to be controlled, and he shot at the old man.

In the breeze, a curtain of flowers collided with Dao Dao sword qi continuously, and the flower corpses that turned into droplets fell one after another, and they were rolled up again before they landed.

Gradually, the flower corpses scattered throughout the space, flying.

The old man's forehead was covered with sweat, but the sword shadow in his hand was even denser.

Sharp offense and futile defense are intertwined in this peach blossom bush.

The shadow of death has fallen.

Sure enough, just a flash of sword light, the old man fell to the ground, there was a faint blood mark on his neck, and the flower corpse fell, instantly covering the old man's body.

"You have ruined me, even if it is a capital offense. ”

Xiao Luo sighed lightly.

The shocking reason is that human life is so cheap.

A person's life is not as good as Yaxing for enjoying flowers. Killings have become normal.

In a trance, I realized that this was still the bloody world of kings and losers.

Buddhism has a cloud: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground." "But what if this person has become a demon?

There is no mercy in the rivers and lakes, there is only blood, and killing is only a means of survival.

"I'm going to Xingqing!"

Shangguan Xiaoluo threw down the sword in his hand at the same time, he also threw down an ambiguous word, and turned away.