"Perhaps, it's ...... such an ending", Yang Xiaofeng wanted to turn his head hard, turned his head to look behind him, and turned his head to look at the person behind him, the woman he kept saying he wanted to forget but had melted into his soul. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to turn his head.

Still, he's still struggling.

Immediately, his hand touched the sword that had fallen at his feet.

At this moment, the words that Li Muqing had taught him countless times seemed to sound softly in his ears again:

"Feng'er, why are you practicing swords so desperately?"

"To be stronger......".

"Why do you have to be strong"?

"I want revenge ......".

"Feng'er, you are wrong, the sword in the hand of the strong is never for revenge. They wave the sword in their hands to protect and protect the people they love and love around them from harm. Guarding is the meaning of the existence of the sword in the hands of the strong......".

At this moment, Yang Xiaofeng asked himself, is he a strong man?

By no means.

Although he has a sword in his hand, the sword in his hand has lost its value.

He wants to protect the relatives around him, but on the contrary, it has always been his relatives who have been guarding him with their own lives.

For the sake of the people he loved, he gave up hatred, he chose to forgive, but in the end, he still affected many innocents.

His life was really sad. He had given up his hatred, but today he picked up his hatred. But what about the result?

His revenge has not yet been avenged, but he himself is already dying.

There is no point in living for him, and perhaps for him, death is a good relief.

However, why is there still unwillingness in his heart, and it is a very strong and strong unwillingness.

He can die, but Lin Yuhan must not die.

At this moment, he still has a sword in his hand.

Today, let his sword fully exert the value of its existence.

Looking at the tearful smile on the girl's face, he felt that he gradually gained a little more strength in his body.

It's a pity that with his current strength, if he wants to take her down the Ethereal Peak alive today, I'm afraid it's not enough.

The bloody battle just now had completely killed the people of Ethereal Peak, and they had only jumped out of more than thirty before, but this time more than fifty had jumped out at once, and they had all surrounded Yang Xiaofeng and Lin Yuhan.

At this moment, there was only one thought in the hearts of everyone in the Ethereal Peak - to kill Yang Xiaofeng.

Lin Yuhan watched the people of the Ethereal Peak approaching step by step, and she could even feel the chill on these people's swords, but she didn't have a trace of fear in her heart.

As she herself said, what if she dies here today. To be able to die with him, she is willing.

She reached out to wipe away the tears that remained on her face, she didn't want to shed any more tears. She wants to laugh, and before death comes, she wants to laugh one last good time.

She's going to die laughing. She knew that Brother Yang liked to see her laugh.

Although he used to be cold and sometimes even frown every time he smiled at him, she still liked to smile at him anyway.

Now, let her laugh at him again for the last time in her life.

She smiled, looked at Yang Xiaofeng, and said softly, "Brother Yang, it's over."

Is this really the end of it?

No, it's far from over.

Looking at the soft smile on the girl's face, Yang Xiaofeng also laughed. He smiled and said, "Help me up."

He also had a sword in his hand.

This woman who was smiling like a flower in front of her, how could he let her die.

He also had a sword in his hand.

However, at this moment, he no longer had the strength to swing his sword again.

The people of Ethereal Peak had completely surrounded Yang Xiaofeng and Lin Yuhan, but strangely no one took the lead. Despite this, their murderous aura had completely submerged Yang Xiaofeng and Lin Yuhan.

At the same time, Yang Xiaofeng also struggled to stand up, and he barely stood up under Lin Yuhan's support, and at this time he had no strength to swing his sword at all. So, he simply threw away the sword in his hand.

Is he really going to give up?

No, he didn't give up, he threw away the sword in his hand, just to get another one.

"Yuhan, take down the sword behind your back for me."

He no longer has the strength to swing his sword, so what can he do with another sword?

However, Lin Yuhan immediately helped him take off the cloth bag he was carrying behind him, although she didn't understand it, she immediately did as he asked. Immediately opened, two swords, and a tube of Yu Xiao came into her eyes.

The people of Ethereal Peak looked at Yang Xiaofeng's inexplicable move in confusion, and their cold faces suddenly showed a few thick banters. In their opinion, any of Yang Xiaofeng's actions at this time are so ridiculous.

Yang Xiaofeng first slowly saw Xiao Shang from the sword, then saw Lin Yuhan's face, and finally, his gaze finally fixed on the people of the Ethereal Peak who had surrounded the two of them.

"Yuhan, give me that pipe Xiao to ......."

"Ah......", Lin Yuhan was slightly stunned, she couldn't understand what he wanted Xiao to do at this life-and-death juncture. However, although she didn't understand, she still obediently took out the Yu Xiao in the cloth bag and handed it to Yang Xiaofeng.

Yang Xiaofeng took it easily.

Miao Yifeng couldn't help but sneer: "What, Yang Xiaofeng, are you going to play a piece of mourning music for yourself before you die?"

When the others heard this, they laughed wildly on the spot, and they laughed harshly and coldly. There was no sympathy or pity in this laughter, only cruelty, or excitement, excitement before killing.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't laugh again this time. Perhaps, at this moment, he doesn't even have the strength to laugh. Or perhaps, he still has strength, but he no longer wants to waste his strength on this senseless smile, he wants to save every bit of strength, he wants to live.

The next moment, he had slowly brought the Yu Xiao in his hand to his mouth.

No one noticed that when they saw which Yu Xiao was in Yang Xiaofeng's hand, someone's pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a woman, a woman who had been hiding in the corner of the main hall, that is, the woman Yang Xiaofeng met by chance in Qingshan Town a few days ago.

At this moment, the woman's eyes were staring at Yu Xiao in Yang Xiaofeng's hand. The look on her face could no longer tell whether it was surprise or joy. I don't know how long it took, but I heard her murmur in a voice that only she could hear, "That's the Qingfeng Sword ......!"

It's obviously a tube of Xiao, why is it called Qingfeng Sword?

The breeze is slow, how can you make a sword?

Actually, Qingfeng can also be used as a sword. The breeze makes a sword, blows into people's hearts, and leads out the sword in people's hearts.

There are too many swords hidden in everyone's heart. or the greed for power, or the thirst for fame and gold, or the persistence and fascination with beautiful women. All of the above, hidden in the depths of people's hearts, is like a sharp sword, prompting people to constantly kill, slaughtering other people's lives at will.

Of course, these swords kill the good intentions and conscience of their masters as well as slaughtering others. Therefore, the sword in a person's heart can not only kill others, but also kill himself.

"Yang Xiaofeng, even if you want to play a lamentation for yourself, I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity......", someone in the Ethereal Peak suddenly laughed cruelly, and then shouted: "What are you waiting for, kill him."

Before he finished speaking, the sword in the man's hand had already stabbed at Yang Xiaofeng first. The others even responded, and they all gave Yang Xiaofeng a dead hand.

Lin Yuhan laughed again, looking at Yang Xiaofeng softly. She looked at him with a smile, what if she died, she would never regret it, she was willing to die with him.

She looked at him with a smile, she wanted to remember what he looked like, she wanted to imprint his appearance completely in the depths of her soul. Only in this way will she not forget him in the next life.

The sword has stabbed at it.

Heaven and earth seemed to be completely silent.

When the sword stabbed over, a melodious and low sound sounded. Xiao Yin is slow, ethereal and beautiful.

When Xiao Sheng sounded, those swords that were originally stabbing at Yang Xiaofeng and Lin Yuhan stopped instantly.

This Xiao sound seemed to carry a kind of magic power, which had already fascinated everyone in the Ethereal Peak.

When Xiao Sheng sounded, the look in the eyes of everyone in the Ethereal Peak suddenly dissipated a lot. However, the smiles on their faces became more and more cruel, and the next moment, these people were completely unconscious.

At this moment, these people have only one thought in their hearts - to destroy, to destroy everything in front of them.

I don't know what's going on, after a short pause, a small group of people suddenly came to their senses, and after glancing at Yang Xiaofeng, they slowly threw away the sword in their hands and walked out with a sigh.

Perhaps, they have killed people before, but since then, they have not killed another person in their lives.

The elegant voice evoked the kindness in their hearts, the kindness that they had long forgotten.

The melodious sound is like the chirping of insects in a childhood summer night. At that time, they were in their youth, lying on the soft grass with a few young playmates, listening to the chirping of insects and looking up at the stars in the sky.

At this moment, it seems to have returned to the purest era of life, and everything is still so beautiful and innocent.

There is no killing, and there is no hatred.

Life is the most expensive and respectable thing in the world, why do people have to wantonly slaughter other people's lives when they live in the world!

However, some people have sobered up, but many more have completely sunk into boundless killing intent.

These men struck again, swung their swords again. Only this time, the sword in their hands was no longer stabbing at Yang Xiaofeng, but at their own people beside them, and stabbing at their former fellow disciples.

It was as if they didn't have the same door in their eyes. At this time, they had only one thought in their hearts - to kill each other.

The next moment, a fierce battle had begun in the main hall.