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Its brilliance is more mysterious and desolate than usual, and even the wild boars in the enclosure will look up at it, hoping to see the heart of the beauty of the moon.

If a pig can have ideals, why can't people yearn for the most beautiful things?

With a scream, the pig's throat has been cut, a butcher's knife has buried its best illusions about the future, and it has collapsed in the dirty and messy mire.

The sea will wither.

The stone will rot.

Illusions will be shattered one day.

The rain is still falling.

The surface of the river is sparkling with silver and tiny ripples, as if it were a fairy tomb, full of poignant rhythm.

There is a sailboat in the tomb slowly sailing towards the shore.

Dongfang Shuo is back here.

He said goodbye to the group on board, but they were too enthusiastic to let him go.

They bared their big yellow fangs, laughed strangely and hideously, and their hands were shaking, even the butcher's knives they were holding.

Dongfang Shuo said: "The human body contains a toxin, which causes people who eat people to have cramps in their hands. ”

- "Haha! You're right. ”

Dongfang Shuo said: "I have a way to cure your illness. ”

The crowd was approaching, and they cried out strangely, "What is the cure?"

Dongfang Shuo said: "Come closer, I'll tell you." And they surrounded him.

-- Sword Qi soaring.

Dongfang Shuo flew away, leaving only the ghost boats that fluttered slowly in the river. It has become a ghost ship, drifting lonely into the distance......

The boatman will never again have his hands shaking from cannibalism......

Because they are all dead.

The first city in the Central Plains.

From the Western Regions to the Central Plains, the first thing you see is this small but crowded town.

Although it is not as prosperous as the "first", it is by no means what it is today.

The streets are dead silent.

Everything is buried in the darkness, and the darker places of the darkness are only the depression between heaven and earth.

Dongfang Shuo came from heaven and earth.

The sky is still sprinkled with rain, thousands of threads, and the cutting is constant. Those who are in a foreign land, or just look at the rain in the morning light, feel sad.

There was no one anymore, but there was a lone lamp in the dim alley.

The rain rustled on the lantern skin.

Dongfang Shuo walked into the muddy and damp narrow alley, and the soles of his boots were rustling. The rain ran down his neck and into his chest, and gradually soaked the soles of his feet, but he remained unmoved.

for he has seen people.

He was also seen by the light-bearer, who was black.

Like the mad sword, he has an inexplicable reverence for black, but his sword is white.

The rain is still falling.

The lamp was not extinguished, and it shone out two sorrowful people.

But they can't say why they are grieving, and even if they knew, they wouldn't have said it.

Dongfang Shuo said: "What a big sword." ”

Lighting the light: "It's not small. He lifted the lantern up, and the dim light reflected a well-defined face, and he was clearly Yan Feishuang.

Yan Feishuang couldn't wait any longer, he knew that with each passing day, his sword became more and more hungry.

Swordsmen are all the same.

The sword in your hand must drink blood in order to be strong.

Dongfang Shuo said: "I don't even know who you are. ”

Yan Feishuang said: "Hmm." ”

Dongfang Shuo said: "Why do you have to find me?"

Yan Feishuang shook her head.

Dongfang Shuo said: "Can you change the day?"

Yan Feishuang shook her head again.

Dongfang Shuo said: "You don't know anything about me, and we have no entanglements, and you came thousands of miles just to make this sword?"

Yan Feishuang said: "Yes." ”

The rain fluttered on the cheeks of the two, and Dongfang Shuo suddenly recognized the person in front of him.

He couldn't refuse.

There was a thunderclap! The sword roared out in the sound of thunder!

The alley was pale for a moment, the people were pale, the sword was pale, and when the giant sword was erected, it was like an indestructible city wall, and it was hard to imagine that the essence of the giant sword was "sharp".

The blood was bright red.

The first drop of blood slowly flowed out of Dongfang Shuo's abdomen, and an extremely terrifying wound appeared in his abdomen! Blood suddenly gushed out from it.

Wounds do not kill.

Dongfang Shuo's face was pale, but he still had an unruly smile on his face.

Yan Feishuang said: "I let you go for a few years, I thought that your swordsmanship would improve and you would be able to fight with me." This is the longest sentence he has ever said in his life, and it is also a very precious sentence. But he froze suddenly.

There is blood on the sword of Dongfang Shuo.

Yan Feishuang's chest was bleeding, and she didn't realize it. Fang Cai's sword qi was only an inch long, and it would slash into the heart. He couldn't help but admire in his heart, what a domineering swordsmanship, what an arrogant sword aura!

A person like Dongfang Shuo will never deliberately improve his sword skills, and his martial arts will definitely only decrease but not increase compared to back then.

Back then, Yan Feishuang could easily kill him, but at this moment, he was tied with the battle. It only shows that Dongfang Shuo's learning ability is fast, surpassing his past self and Yan Feishuang.

He can elevate his swordsmanship to a higher and deeper realm in the moment of life and death.

Yan Feishuang couldn't help but be dumbfounded, strangling him here, wouldn't he regret the decision for the rest of his life?

The rain was mixed with blood, and Dongfang Shuo had fallen, falling on the muddy bluestone bricks. He only saw Yan Feishuang getting closer and closer, and the giant sword was like a white devil, dragging people to hell alive.

The lights twisted and spread in the rain......

Flames also swept the battlefield in the Central Plains, and the savannah in the northwest rose with wolf smoke soaring to the sky. It was the time when the Central Plains troops launched a large-scale attack on the northwestern steppes.

The wolf smoke gathered and dispersed in the sky.

The northwest grasslands are strong and the grass grows, but the people are desolate.

After the fierce shelling of the prairie, the wild grass here has no chance to grow, and the remaining hundred piles have been trampled into mud by the horses' hooves.

After the cold rains of January, everything here is sluggish.

The warrior on his horse galloped through the fire! He had a short knife in his mouth, and his eyebrows were covered with a thin layer of frost. His eyes are large, and his eyebrows are condensed in a straight line with his eyes, which makes him look particularly resolute.

His name is Hanyu, and Hanyu looks too young, not the age to gallop on the battlefield.

Hanyu kept flapping his horse's back! Pain drove his horse to run for his life! Only by retreating, only by escaping into that dense primeval forest, could the enemy's artillery fire be useless.

His comrades were also galloping, and huge cannonballs hit his body, and his intestines and lungs splattered out, and the whole body became a puddle of flesh.

The sound of cannon fire exploded around him, almost cracking his eardrums. He hissed under his breath.

Cannonballs whizzed by, shattering horses' hooves. The warrior fell from his horse, and Hanyu stabbed the horse in the neck, ending its tragic life, and turned and galloped towards the forest.

His left leg was bleeding profusely, and shrapnel had rushed into his thigh, and even the slightest movement would have made him worse than dead.

Hanyu ran desperately, holding down the shrapnel with his left hand to prevent it from cutting the deadly blood vessels. Then he swept into the forest quickly, leaning his whole body against the huge mangrove tree.

The enemy's artillery fire has stopped, and the silver-white banner is flying! The lion-patterned minions chill the strong and break the hearts and guts of the weak. This lion drove 90,000 miles and mercilessly devoured everything in front of him.

Seeing the enemy dismount and fight, he strangled the sides of the wound with a vine, and clenched his teeth on the edge of the short knife.

- Pull it out!

Blood splattered out, his face turned pale, but the short knife was sharper. His name is Hanyu, and he vows to defend this barren grassland, where everything he has is and where no one can trample on it.

Beyond the forest, the troops exhausted the place. Qiu Rong looked in all directions, thinking that the enemies of the prairie had all entered the hinterland of the forest, and the artillery was useless, and shouted: "The whole army is assaulting, don't leave them a chance to breathe!"

Hanyu snorted, it seemed that the invaders didn't want to give them a chance to breathe, so they wanted to drive straight in and take it in one fell swoop. So he gradually disappeared into the forest, since he was a hunter, why fight them to the death?