In the small courtyard, Li Mochou had a long sword in his hand, the cold light flickered, there was no ruthlessness in slaughtering the world, nor was there any horror at the many long knives in front of him, there was just a touch of warmth in his heart and the calm of holding the long sword.

The person in the house, in the hearts of others, may be a hero, a traitor, or a shameless villain who does not care about his family and country, but in his heart, he is already the confidant he met in loneliness, a person who grew up with him, a shadow that has been deeply imprinted in his heart, everything for himself can be discarded, as long as there is his existence in his own world, he will live, otherwise he is just a soulless body, just a walking corpse.

The long sword slanted westward, raised slightly, and under the sunlight, it reflected a cold sword light, and the spears in the hands of one by one armor pierced the sky, coming sideways, causing a whining sound.

Li Mochou's long sword was opened, and a sword flower appeared out of thin air, so bright, so cold, like a snow lotus blooming on the top of the sky, exuding a cold fragrance.

Beautiful things are often dangerous, and the snow lotus is located on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, with a cold and biting wind, flakes of snow, filling the sky. The long sword stabbed out, the sword light was agitated, the Dao Dao sword qi cut through the long qi curtain, and let out the Dao Dao scream, the sturdy armor was cut by the light long sword at this moment, leaving a blood line on the skin without the slightest blood flowing out, and take a closer look at the ice crystals condensed at the wound, blocking the blood.

The long sword slashed, the eyes of the armor warrior widened, the original excitement of the pupils turned into horror at this moment, and the coldness they felt had annihilated their lives, and the armor soldier who slowly fell, fell into the boundless darkness in front of him, and no longer woke up.

In the dark, Zhao Zhijing saw a light in the distance, he kept chasing, for a long time or only for a moment, I don't know how long he walked, that light was still in front of him, but he was never able to get close to it, although it was unreachable in front of him, as if in two worlds, that tulle had turned into two worlds.

Outside the house, Li Mochou, who was dressed in a fiery red dress, was already covered with bright red blood, and a pool of blood had formed on the ground, and the black-clothed catchers and armorers who fell to the ground were dyed red with blood, and the leader watched his subordinates die one by one, but there was no trace of pity or pity in his eyes, only the calm that defied life.

Li Mochou rose to his feet, and with a stroke of his long sword, he tore the throat of a soldier in front of him, and the blood gushing out was like a torrent. With a wave of his sleeves, the real air swirl rolled up the spear in the hand of the armorer, and the jumping figure flicked it off, and the spear came out of the slender palm, and quickly left, rolling up the wind and waves.

The man in black sitting on a horse, with a waist knife across his waist, his eyes like frost, and the spear that surged in front of him did not affect his mood in the slightest. He grabbed the spear of a soldier next to him, and with a flick of the situation, the spear flew out of the air.

The two spears collided in the air, and the sharp spear heads were no longer of the slightest use at this moment, because the opposite was also the same sharp, and the great strength of the two competed in the spears. The head of the gun shattered and splattered in all directions, and the barrel of the gun, which had been made for years, was also full of cracks at this moment, and fell to the ground and turned into pieces.

The fiery red figure flashed, and he had already come to the front of the horse, and the long sword stabbed out, the sword light was cold, and he vowed to kill the hateful man in black in front of him with a sword, even if he lost his own life.

The long knife came out of the sheath, the waist knife **** out of the scabbard, the cold knife light flashed, and a bloody smell came to the nose and slashed down in the air.

Clang!

The long sword and the waist knife collided at this moment, the force of the blow rolled up the waves, the soil under Li Mochou's feet suddenly cracked, and an earth lotus opened in an instant, Li Mochou's swift sword returned in vain, and the hand holding the long sword was pulled across the air, with a stabbing sound, splashing grains of sparks, and the figure was far away from the knight with the waist knife in his hand.

"Who are you, I don't kill nameless people under Liu An's knife, report your name quickly!" Liu An squatted on the horse and shouted, the waist knife in his hand pointed directly, at this time, Li Mochou, who was already in the fiery red dress, had tiny cracks, and the pupils in his eyes shrank slightly, without a trace of contempt.

Li Mochou's eyes were calm, and there was no smell of blood coming from her nostrils, but there was not the slightest discomfort on her face, and her words were as cold as ice and said slowly: "Li Mochou!"

Liu An's legs were clamped, his heels knocked on the horse's belly, the horse neighed, stood upright, and then galloped out, Liu An cut down, like a canopy, the cold knife light, at this moment permeated the eyes, and nothing else could be seen.

Li Mochou, the long sword in his hand stabbed out without hesitation, and suddenly felt a huge force coming from the long sword, and the tiger's mouth holding the long sword came from a tingling pain at this moment, bright red blood flowed out, and the tiger's mouth had obviously been torn.

The figure couldn't help but fly backwards, and there was a tingling pain in his chest, and at this time, Li Mochou already knew that there were already small cracks in the five organs in his chest. The world in front of me gradually became dark, and only that warm smile was still in my heart.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the body that flew out upside down also fell to the ground, splashing blood flowers, and the blood rippled in a pool.

Liu An drove the horse forward, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, such a beautiful life was about to die under his own knife, such a heroic woman, I don't know how long it will take to appear. The reluctance in his heart did not stop the long knife in Liu An's hand, and immediately he slashed down with the waist knife in his hand, and the knife flashed, stirring up a wave of anger and blowing away the scattered hair on Li Mochou's forehead.

The sword qi was swallowed, and the sharp knife qi had already torn a red line on Li Mochou's slender neck, and the chasing life standing on the bamboo tip couldn't help but close his eyes at this time, he couldn't bear to watch such a beautiful person die in front of him, and he couldn't do anything about it. The figure of Zhao Zhijing appeared in his mind, and a trace of guilt pierced his heart in his heart.

Li Mochou, who fell to the ground, felt a touch of bitterness in her heart, she was going to leave the world today, what would happen to the person who was imprinted in her heart, she closed her eyes weakly, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise came from the thatched-roofed hut, and a simple long sword with a sheath flew out of it, **** came, rolled up a wave of qi, and in Liu An's surprised eyes, the waist knife in his hand was struck away from the direction. (To be continued.) )