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Hands shake tea pour.

Whenever he thought of the woman, he would convulse and roar like a mad dog! It had become a strange disease, and the only way to stop it was to dig out the marks in the flesh with his fingernails.

Suffering.

Only excruciating pain can be relieved for a moment.

It was difficult to find a whole thing in him, and with the thirst for revenge, he became more and more frequent.

He looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he were enchanted.

Blood splattered three feet under the dragon chair, and a person who was exactly the same as the emperor put on a dragon robe and ascended the throne. Liu Qiming never thought that he would become an emperor, but if he could become an emperor, no one would refuse.

The emperor waved his hand.

"It was the Jianghu sect that intended to rebel, gathered all the troops, and waited for dispatch. ”

The unspeakable sickness suddenly stopped, for he slashed his face again.

Blood dripped into the teacup.

His face grew more and more hideous, just as it had been ten years ago.

Eleven years ago.

His own flesh and bones were charred, and he fell in front of the burning hut with the woman he loved the most.

Under the watchful eye of all sects.

The middle-aged man surnamed Long of the Xuan Dragon Gate shouted: "You can't protect yourself, and you still come to protect this Dongying woman!"

He was silent.

Who is ridiculous for the sake of a cheats!

His bones were trembling, his teeth were cracked! If it weren't for the serious injuries of all the sects in his body, he would definitely cut out the hearts of everyone present.

They are not so decent people who worry about the country and the people, they are all for Dongying's mastery of "one knife trick".

There is also a thousand miles of voice: even if he is one of the best swordsmen today, he must not waste his life for this vicious woman. As long as you hand over the "One Knife Technique", you can still end up with a whole corpse in storage.

The corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and he actually stood up because he had gritted his teeth and cracked his lips and tongue!

Everyone took a step back.

If he could still draw his sword, no one would want to be the first to rush forward.

The woman whispered a few words in his ear, like a sharp blade stirring his heart.

He looked up to the sky and roared!

Like a dragon, like a demon, like the barrier between life and death, like a horse with a broken leg......

The crowd rushed up. is a good knife trick, a good Dongying magic skill, stirring up the ups and downs of the Central Plains, and even the baby in swaddling clothes will not be spared.

"No!"

The woman knew that she was a burden, and resolutely committed suicide with a knife.

"Mingyue learned from this heart, and kept the white head all his life. ”

The swordsman touched her burnt face and clenched the sword in his other hand.

The old man with a white beard was Sima Pingchuan back then, and there were many soldiers behind him, he just looked at it coldly, the corners of his mouth hooked, and said with a smile: "She's asking for her own suffering! Damn, I hope you are smart and don't be such a person." ”

There was blood in the swordsman's eyes, and he said coldly: "You guys have made such a fuss about this cheat?"

Sima Pingchuan said: "It's the emperor who thinks it's interesting and wants to see how powerful this secret book is." Before she died, she must have told you where the secret book was hidden, tell me quickly!"

The swordsman looked up to the sky and laughed, and at the last moment she only said three words, which were "I love you." ”

- The sword is unsheathed, and the ghost is crying and howling.

There is no such desolate sword in the world.

It is rumored that there was a heavy rain overnight, and the rain washed blood into a large river, which was also stained red with blood, and remained red for three days and three nights before it was washed downstream.

The swordsman never appeared again.

Some people say that he died with hatred, and some people say that he broke through alone.

In any case, he was already a dead man, a ghost, a devil! He was destined to kill people, and he didn't need to think about it anymore! It was hatred that drove him to breathe and his internal organs to continue to function.

It can't be said that he is a strong person, a person who is extremely tenacious, and a poor person who is lonely.

Such people tend to be insane.

Since the imperial court expelled the killing order, the grievances between the rivers and lakes and the imperial court have deepened.

Every time a well-known figure dies, many soldiers fall in the wilderness.

In the past four years, people from all walks of life have been in a panic, the Central Plains land is bloody and bloody, hearing the sound is like seeing a ghost, the history is called "chasing away the rivers and lakes, chaos for four years", it is the chaos of the rivers and lakes, it is the misery of the common people, all kinds of foreign enemies, the heroes rise together, domestic thieves and looter, there is no peace in the world!

Only 10 percent of the babies born in these years will survive, and 90 percent of those who survive will die! The remaining children must learn to steal, shoot, and even kill people! In order to make a living in these troubled times.

Crazy!

-- His madness is for only one person.

The four years of hell, the four years of licking blood, are also the only four years in ancient and modern China and abroad!

Even if the devil in hell comes to the rivers and lakes, he will cry and flee back to hell.

Frost flowers.

He is also white-headed.

Yun Sanxian was old, and when Hua Wanjiu folded the white hair in his hair, he couldn't help but sigh that the years were in a hurry.

"How long?"

"It's been five years and two months since he came. ”

Yun Sanxian smiled, he picked up the fallen plum blossoms, and said: "It's strange, the mountain ghost mountain is like spring all year round, and since he came, it has been snowing year after year." ”

"Yes, isn't he made of ice and snow, always so cold, so unapproachable. ”

"He's going to go anyway. ”

Yun Sanxian blew the flowers away, and the plum blossoms swayed in the snow and soon fell to his feet.

A sword whistling snow!

He practiced his sword in the snow, like a landscape in a painting.

Four years have passed, and the indifferent and wanton teenager has become such a delicate and domineering man.

Maybe he is indeed handsome and chic, but his swordsmanship is domineering, without any bookish atmosphere, but a kind of charm in the rivers and lakes. Any woman can't help but take a few more glances when she sees him, and any man who sees him can't help but slash a few times, for fear that he will snatch his wife.

Snow fell from the sky, and plum blossoms were all over the head.

No sword could withstand millions of strikes, and it eventually fell apart and fell into the snow.

Yun Sanxian walked over with a smile and said, "How many plum blossoms have bloomed this year?"

"Thirty-seven. "He spoke colder than snow, because it was a wonderful feeling without inhibition and frustration.

Yun Sanxian said: "You are also a guest of my Mountain Ghost Mountain, you gave me a big gift when you first came, and now I will give you a big gift when you leave." ”

Falcon suddenly smiled and said, "Your house is surrounded by walls, what is there to give me?"

Hua Wanjiu almost fainted when he smiled, so he said, "Don't laugh! You haven't laughed since the heavy snow four years ago......

Falcon didn't say anything: "If people are happy, can An not smile?"

These four years are indeed the happiest time for Hayabusa, there are friends who will care about him, he can see the beautiful scenery in the mountains day and night, and he is practicing swords without distractions. But he thought about a woman day and night, the woman who haunted him.

Zhu Yiqun had already taken out the sword from the house.

The three-foot Qingfeng sword, although there is embroidered dust, is sharp. If you look closely, it's a model from more than 10 years ago.

The falcon didn't say a word, turned around and left.

Hua Wanjiu said stupidly: "Where can he say in the past?"

Yun Sanxian said: "It's Jiangnan, I'm afraid that the smoke and rain in Jiangnan is now snow-white." ”

Hua Wanjiu said: "By the way, the master's sword is ......"

"Yes, it's his, it's the same regret from many years ago. Hopefully, the sword is in his hands and will keep it alive. “

The sword, like a person, has feelings and life. When a person goes to the extreme, he can no longer hold the original sword.