Outside the gap, Yang Heng looked like crazy, desperately squeezing the little golden true qi left in his body, wanting to make the ice-like body of the girl in his arms return to warmth, his eyes were filled with tears, and one after another, he kept calling the girl's name, Xiaoyu. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The girl's name is Xiaoyu, a girl who has a lot of fate with the rain, the same flower, she was born in a misty and poetic spring rain hazy day in the south of the Yangtze River, so his parents took the word Xiaoyu in her name.

Then, her father, mother, grandmother, grandfather, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, one after another, all left the girl in the same hazy days of spring rain and went to unknown places.

Now, it seems that it is finally the girl's turn herself, but there is no hint of rain in the sky on this Qingling Peak, it seems that it can't accommodate this stranger, if you let the girl know, I'm afraid it will be even more sad!

In the girl's pale paper-like hand, she held a purple long sword tightly, at this time, the purple brilliance that had been emitted on the long sword had been restrained, and the purple sword body reflected the sunlight in the sky, which was extremely soft.

It's like a moving autumn wave in the eyes of a girl in the flower season, which can easily pluck the heartstrings of an ignorant young man, who would have thought that it was this moving purple sword that made the girl fall to where she is now?

Yang Heng's hunch was not wrong, there was no problem with the Ziqing Twin Swords themselves, the problem was how to use them, but Yang Heng only guessed the beginning, but he didn't think of the ending, he thought that the problem was on the Ziqing Sword Rules, but he didn't expect that the Ziqing Twin Swords might have more than one use!

Now, he can't guess the ending, he can only watch the girl in his arms Xiang Xiaoyu die, he has tried his best, but he still can't get back the life of the girl in his arms, grievances, pain, powerlessness, sadness, all kinds of mixed emotions.

It was as if many invisible needles pierced his heart fiercely, bringing bursts of pain in his heart, making his body tremble.

"Ahh

Holding the girl's cold body, Yang Heng looked up to the sky and roared, his face was hideous, as if he was a beast that had been cornered, struggling desperately and tenaciously towards fate, he thought that he was finally no longer alone...

"Poof!"

A mouthful of hot blood gushed out from Yang Heng's mouth, and the ground was red, he suddenly picked up the girl's cold body, and walked aimlessly in the courtyard, while walking, he looked up to the sky and laughed from time to time, and the golden sunlight at dusk hit the back of the young man's lonely body, there was an indescribable desolation!

"Haha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Poof!"

Another mouthful of hot blood gushed out, splashing red, Yang Heng had blood at the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, his right knee rolled down softly, and suddenly, a touch of stubbornness flashed from the corner of the young man's slightly pale eyes due to excessive blood loss.

Kneeling to the middle of the knee and was forcibly lifted by him, he hugged Xiaoyu trembling towards the gap into the courtyard, on the way I don't know how many precious flowers and plants were broken, if possible, he is willing to use all the strange flowers and plants, to exchange for the life of the girl in his arms!

At this time, in the courtyard, a short figure flashed like the wind, the girl in Yang Heng's arms disappeared immediately, and suddenly lost her weight, Yang Hengyuan's trembling figure trembled even more violently, and finally fell heavily on the gravel path in the courtyard and fainted.

The wind blew through the courtyard, blowing away the lingering smell of blood, and only the sound of soft footsteps could be heard coming from the gap, and a moment later, a young man in white with a pale face slowly walked out of the gap.

Suddenly, it seemed that he hadn't seen the sun for too long, the young man in white had his eyes narrowed, blocking the light with his hands, and the corners of his eyes were still filled with tears because of the stinging of the light, but the young man in white was full of joy on his face.

After about a quarter of an hour like this, the young man in white put down his palm, slowly opened his eyes, and was immediately attracted by the green sword that fell to the ground, the corner of the young man's mouth curled, slowly picked up the green sword on the ground, and gently stroked the green sword scabbard, the young man's face had a sense of vicissitudes like vicissitudes, and muttered: "Old friend, let's meet again!"

The wrist moved slightly, a long sword like autumn water slightly exposed a cold sword body, and the fierce sword qi emitted rolled up a fierce whirlwind, and in the courtyard, countless strange flowers and plants died in the wind, broken, broken into pieces, and finally wrapped in flying sand and stones, and were blown far under the bottomless abyss by the wind.

The wrist moved again, the long sword was sheathed, the wind suddenly disappeared, the young man in white carried his hands behind his back, and slowly came to Yang Heng who had fainted and squatted down, a pair of deep eyes looked at Yang Heng with interest for a while, and suddenly smiled lightly,

Towards the hilt of the True Martial Sword that was exposed behind Yang Heng's back, he said: "Old opponent, I can't imagine that I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still the same style, but this young sword master of yours, I'm afraid it's not so easy to deal with, old opponent, you have to be careful yourself, don't really become someone else's minion, hahahaha!"

The young man in white laughed, his tone was passionate, and after speaking, he no longer paid attention to the person and one sword in the courtyard, held the green sword in his hand, carried his hands on his back, and walked to the end of the courtyard, there was already a vast sea of clouds under his feet, and the young man in white did not look back, and said that there would be a period later.

With his feet in the air outside the courtyard, the whole person suddenly fell like a meteor, and disappeared in the vast sea of clouds under the courtyard in an instant.

And at the moment when the young man in white left, the young man in green in the courtyard, who had fainted, suddenly bent the corners of his mouth, and then opened his eyes suddenly, and in the depths of his eyes, two azure long swords loomed, and after muttering a faint sentence that he would not leave, his eyes slowly closed again.

At this time, from the cliff, like a feather, floated down a crane-haired and childish old man, the old man did not seem to see the young man on the ground, nor did he see the gap split by the light rain on the side, buried his head in the ground and began to pick the strange flowers and plants that were already messed up all over the ground.

The rickety old man was picking while loading the back basket that was five or six times larger than himself on his back, and at this time, three figures floated down his head, each of them worked hard with the rickety old man, and after a while, he finished picking all the strange flowers and plants in the courtyard.

It's just that there seems to be some kind of tacit understanding between these four people, even the hidden strange flowers and plants have not escaped their eyes, but they only turn a blind eye to the strange flowers and plants within two feet around Yang Heng.

Obviously, these people had seen Yang Heng a long time ago, but there was a reason why they couldn't move Yang Heng.

After picking the strange flowers and plants, two of them rose like a steaming cloud, gradually submerging into the clouds above their heads, and the rest were the rickety old man who came first, and a jade-faced boy in white clothes.