March 19, light rain.

The cold wind of the early morning raged on the face of Baili Xingfeng, and the raindrops sparsely hit his body.

He stood motionless in the wind and rain, like a sculpture.

When the rain completely drenched his body, he already had an extra sword in his hand, a giant sword. Walking with the sword, the long sword dances, each sword looks ordinary, but extraordinary.

The sword is in the heart, and it comes from the heart.

The highest realm of the sword is that no sword is better than a sword, so what about the highest realm of the sword? Could it be that there is no trick to win and a move?

A wooden stick, a bamboo pole, a branch, as long as it is in the hands of a swordsman, it is a sword, a sword that can kill!

Break the shackles of moves, let go of yourself, integrate into heaven and earth, and let every sword become the most rational and impeccable sword of heaven and earth. Let every sword become a sword!

Murong Xian'er leaned against the window, quietly looking at Baili Xingfeng, since last night, she saw Baili Xingfeng standing in the courtyard, but she didn't expect that when she woke up, Baili Xingfeng was still in the yard.

The movements of the hundred miles of wind became faster and faster, and in the end, only the shadow of the sword in the sky could be seen.

When the shadow of the sword was almost too hard to see, everything stood still again in an instant, and the wind stood proudly in the wind and rain, his sword had returned to its sheath, and his clothes had dried.

"It's time to get something to eat!"

Baili Xingfeng turned around and walked towards the lobby.

Murong Xian'er looked at the back of this hundred-mile wind from afar, and lost her mind in an instant, this was the first time she had looked at a man seriously for many years.

In fact, in the depths of her memory, there was once a man, a man who pushed her into a catastrophe.

At that time, she was fourteen years old, gentle and considerate, and a bright woman.

However, when she was fourteen years old, the man with a human face and a beastly heart ruined everything for her, and she no longer believed in men.

Because she will never forget, that dirty night, that dirty room, that dirty man, and all the dirty things that man did to her!

As soon as she thought of this, Murong Xian'er's face instantly turned cold as ice, and endless chill and murderous aura surged in the depths of her eyes!

At the foot of the Cliff of Death, in a room.

Beitang Feixue lay quietly on the bed, slowly opening her eyes, her eyes were still empty, because she couldn't see anything.

Why is it so quiet? There is no sound at all!

Can't I hear me?

Beitang Feixue stretched out her hand to touch the surroundings, and suddenly felt a softness, she knew that it must be her sister.

Beitang Feixue plunged into Beitang Qiuhong's arms and hugged Beitang Qiuhong tightly, like a person floating in the sea and hugging a piece of driftwood.

Beitang Qiuhong gently hugged Beitang Feixue, and used his fingers to draw a line of words on Beitang Feixue's back: Don't be afraid, my sister has always been.

Beitang Feixue nodded lightly.

Yuelai Inn, the heart of Baili Xingfeng suddenly contracted violently, it was very painful, like a knife cut!

"What's wrong?" asked Murong Xian'er.

Baili Xingfeng frowned tightly and shook his head: "I don't know why, I always feel a sudden heartache in the past few days!"

"Do you have heart palpitations?"

"No!" Baili Xingfeng shook his head: "I've always been in good health!"

"Reach over and I'll take your pulse!"

Baili Xingfeng shook his head: "No need, I checked my pulse, and the pulse is normal!"

"You're not a doctor?"

"You're not a doctor either!"

"You" Murong Xian'er frowned slightly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you." ”

Baili Xingfeng held his left hand tightly on his chest, the throbbing pain made him very uncomfortable, and he always felt that something very important was about to be lost, but he didn't know what it was!

In the depths of Chang'an City, the drunken Red Mansion.

Nighthawk hugged a few fireworks women with heavy makeup and scantily clad clothes, while drinking, his two hands were very dishonest and pinching this girl, and the girl was rubbing, looking good.

On the contrary, the ghost sees sorrow but has a table by himself, and quietly drinks two sips.

"Two of them, old man!" said Nighthawk laughed.

The ghost shook his head sadly: "I have to do things at night, I have to save my strength!"

"It's okay, let's go to the head office, hurry up, take one and relax!"

The ghost still shook his head.

Nighthawk smiled: "Then I'm welcome, all three are mine!

"Official, please go to bed, let Xiaocui serve you well"

"Official, hurry up, Xiaohong can't wait"

"Official, let Xiao Lin come first"

Nighthawk laughed: "Come one by one!"

The ghost shook his head when he saw sorrow, these girls have suffered a lot.

"Ah, the official light, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Official, you can't do it in the back, it will hurt in the back, you can't!"

"Officials, slow down, slow down, it hurts!"

The ghost couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly slipped out of the room.

About half an hour later, the three girls came out of the room, all with red eyes, teary eyes, and faces full of pain, and limped away with one hand over their mouths and the other under them.

Ghost walked into the room and saw that Nighthawk had just dressed, his face was red and he was enjoying it.

"Shameless!" the ghost said coldly.

"You're shameless!"

The ghost said sadly: "It's not shameless to lock the fine door with internal strength?

Nighthawk laughed, "What if I could?"

The ghost said coldly: "If you don't use the internal function to last for half an hour, I'll give you a thousand taels!"

"Less!"

"Not silver, a thousand taels of gold!"

"Deal, you've lost!" Nighthawk laughed.

Ghost frowned: "Why did I lose?"

Nighthawk took out a bottle of pill from his bosom and said with a smile: "Yin and Yang Hehuan San, the treasure stolen from the palace, used by Emperor Lao Tzu, there are no side effects! Take one pill, no more, no less, just for half an hour!"

The ghost stared at Nighthawk coldly, his face gloomy, and after a long time, he squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "You are shameless!"

Nighthawk laughed: "One thousand taels, gold, bring it!"

"No, I owe it first!" said the ghost sadly.

At this time, Nighthawk's face was also pale, and he stared at the ghost and worried: "If you don't have money, you will come to bet, and if you lose, you will not admit it, you are even more shameless than me!"

Onimi Chou grinned at Nighthawk to show victory, but Oni Chou had a face that was inherently cold and stiff, eerie and terrifying, this smile was like a zombie, even more terrifying than a zombie!