He Feng didn't know the long road ahead in the dark, sometimes galloping on his horse, sometimes stepping with his hooves. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He didn't know how long he had been running, and he didn't know how long he had to run.

One day, two days, one year, two years, ten years? After many years, will Yuya forget herself? Or is it just that time is gone, and her heart is still there?

Why did he become like this between himself and his apprentices, He Feng could not hide the pain in his chest on a moonlit night.

Suddenly, the horse seemed frightened, and stood up and let out a wild roar. The bushes and shrubs in the dense forest trembled a few times, and several black shadows flashed.

Could it be someone from the Hell Alliance? Thinking of the Hell Alliance, another bad premonition suddenly enveloped my heart. Not good! He Feng suddenly thought that if the people of the Hell League went to listen to the wind at this time, wouldn't the rain buds become fish and meat?

He hurriedly reined in his horse, turned his head, and ran as fast as he could, towards the glowing Yanlong Mountain.

Suddenly, He Feng restrained the galloping horse, and his heart was instantly struck by lightning, because he saw a person standing on the head of the horse from a distance, the horse was galloping, but the person did not see the slightest bump. What is frightening is that the person is the crazy leaf, and what is even more frightening is that it is the only way to listen to the wind, and it is obvious that the crazy leaf is built from the wind.

He Feng was not only frightened at the moment, but also extremely remorseful, Crazy Leaf came from that side, he must have seen Yu'er, and he actually made Yu'er's hole naked in a dangerous and unpredictable place, and he was simply confused. He only wanted to know how Yu'er was doing now, and He Feng flew on horseback to a treetop not far away to avoid encountering the crazy leaves.

When He Feng, who was anxious, arrived at Tingfengzhu, he saw that the door was open, but the house was empty, and the clothes that the two had just changed a few days ago were still drying at the door. He Feng was a little relieved, and Yuya was at least not poisoned.

I don't know why, all of Yu Ya's clothes are there, could it be that she escaped naked alone? He Feng looked back and forth and found that his set of clothes was gone, and Yu Ya should have left in men's clothes.

When he saw a few drops of bright red lying on the bed, He Feng was slammed by a sledgehammer and almost fell, and a cold sweat almost soaked He Feng's clothes. And who can resist the temptation of a naked girl in front of him? And this girl is powerless. Rain Bud has most likely been insulted, and almost certainly Crazy Leaf.

He Feng walked back and forth inside and outside the house, hoping to find even a clue, but he still didn't know the safety of Yuya at the moment, and he didn't know if the crazy person had hurt Yuya.

He Feng wanted to turn over some wine in the house to drink, but he didn't find anything, only a few sips of cold wine in the pot where Yuya scalded wine for him last night. He Feng groaned for a moment, drank it all, and tears rolled out.

He Feng could almost imagine everything that happened here last night. Yuya cried out to herself heartbreakingly, but when she needed protection the most, she had left him. Her most important thing was also snatched away, how much humiliation and pain she endured, and will she be able to find a way to liberation?

He Feng roared towards the sky, his most beloved apprentice not only failed her love for him, but also failed to protect her well in the end, making her miserable and insulted. Hatred, remorse, He Feng's endless remorse.

When He Feng was leaving, he set fire to this bamboo house, he wanted to kill people, he wanted to kill all the people of the Hell Alliance. For the first time, He Feng longed for the Cold Moon Sword, and for the first time, he felt that he and the Cold Moon Sword were so connected. It's a pity that he didn't take the Cold Moon Sword with him when he left before, and he didn't find it just now.

Under the hurried morning glow, the man hurriedly beat his horse down the mountain, his eyes filled with endless murderous aura.

Surrounded by mountains, birds pass through the sound, cigarettes curl, Buddha bells ring.

This is not so much the headquarters of the Hell League as it is a sprawling temple complex. The main hall, the Buddha hall, the bell tower, the lotus pond, the incense burner, the Buddha.... There are all kinds of people, but none of the people who walk around in it are monks. Although there are still occasional people ringing the bell and continuing to light incense.

It is really amazing to set up a stronghold here, deep mountains and dense forests, it is inaccessible, not to mention a temple, and a few people in the world will come here to burn incense and worship Buddha. He Feng has been looking for it for more than a few months.

The guards at the gate gathered together and chatted, obviously their alliance leader had just gone out, otherwise he would not be so lazy. Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of them, and a sword aura slid by, and before they could shout, blood gushed out of their throats. A few drops of bright red splashed onto He Feng's white robe, blooming a little plum blossom.

This is the first time He Feng has taken the initiative to kill someone, but at this time, he does not have any self-blame and guilt, but a trace of pleasure emerges from the depths and relaxes.

"Bang!" The bulky bronze door in front of the temple was kicked away by He Feng, and the people inside were obviously shocked, their faces were full of incredulity, and they looked at the murderous He Feng blankly, no one had ever kicked the gate of the Hell Alliance so arrogantly.

Three or four dead soldiers who reacted flew towards He Feng, He Feng pointed his sword and flew, and before several dead soldiers could touch He Feng, they instantly lost their power in mid-air, fell down, and did not move, blood flowed out from under them.

The others froze for a moment, but they all besieged without hesitation.

He Feng flew to the back of several people, and his legs flew towards the two dead soldiers who had not had time to turn around, and the two of them were killed in an instant, and they flew straight out.

He Feng felt that killing people was so pleasurable, and the sword qi between his fingers increased sharply.

He Feng must use all his strength in every move, and attack the opponent's vital point, but he doesn't care about defense, a cold arrow flew over, He Feng had no time to dodge, the arrow grazed his shoulder, but He Feng didn't feel the pain at all. He Feng grabbed the cold arrow with his backhand like lightning and threw it at the launch site, and the people behind the tree could not afford to enjoy the joy of the successful sneak attack, so they were killed by the arrow.

After a while, more than a dozen people in the front yard collapsed in a flurry of blood.

He Feng came to the room in the courtyard on the left, and several people were busy with their own work. One person was burning firewood, and the water in the pot was already steaming. Another person was cutting cabbage, blunt knives flying, and the end of the vegetables was flying. The other two were peeling broad beans, talking and laughing. Several sword qi slid by, and several people lay in pools of blood.

The bell pavilion was very small, and he was guarding it alone, and the bell keeper saw He Feng who was covered in blood from a distance, and hurriedly rang the bell before He Feng rushed to kill. The bell instantly rippled to every corner of the temple, and the bell keeper also fell on the bell.

He Feng quickly moved to another room, he was surprised that there was actually a woman's boudoir in this Zen temple, with a light fragrance and moisturizing his nose. The room is very messy, although the white sheets are very clean, but the quilts are not stacked, the dresser is placed in a mess, but the bronze mirror above is smooth as new, and the light is overwhelming, as if showing off that she once lined a girl with spring in the corners of her mouth.

Yuya also took care of his boudoir like this, He Feng smiled bitterly, and when he thought of Yuya, He Feng felt heartache again.

Footsteps outside the house were heard in a messy manner. He Feng returned to the cage with murderous anger and rushed out of the house, and several Hell Alliance members died on the spot. A large number of dead soldiers of the Hell Alliance pounced, He Feng brought the fury of the scorching sun to the peak, all ten fingers were swords, and every time he shot, ten deadly sword qi flew out, and each time one or two dead soldiers were hit.

He Feng's murderous heart was everywhere, he felt unprecedented pleasure, bloodthirsty like never before, and the devil in his heart attacked his heart like teeth and claws.

He had only one thought, kill, kill, kill.

The dead fell one after another, but this did not stop their assault in the slightest. The people in front fell, and the people behind rushed up with the corpses. Cold arrows, throwing knives, spears, hammers and other weapons flew towards He Feng, most of them were shocked down by He Feng with sword qi, but among them, not the masters with profound skills sent them, although He Feng changed their direction, he still couldn't prevent being hit sporadically.

He Feng gradually became a little weak, there were no less than ten wounds on his body, and his whole body was almost stained red, some were his own blood, and some were the blood of those dead soldiers. He had to retreat while killing, leaving many corpses along the way, and slowly he retreated into the largest hall of the temple.

In the main hall, the smoke is billowing, the candles are burning, and a Buddha statue dozens of feet high is sitting next to the wall, and the Buddha statue's kind smile is incompatible with the atmosphere of Xiao Killing below.

The dead soldiers poured into the nest, He Feng stood alone under the Buddha statue, and the dead soldiers holding various weapons stood densely in front of the inner three layers and the outer three layers. He Feng deeply felt that his physical strength had been overdrawn, and every time he used to make every move, his true qi was consumed extremely quickly. But he didn't have any fear, and there was still only one thought in his heart, "For the sake of Yuya, kill!"

At this time, several dead soldiers rushed over at the same time, and He Feng gathered his mind to sweep his legs, and several people were swept away. In an instant, a few more rushed up, and He Feng pointed his sword qi to meet it, and several people were hit. Without waiting for He Feng to catch his breath, a few more people rushed up, He Feng swung a few more sword qi, and most of them fell down, but the other person still had an unabated momentum after being hit. He Feng was hit in the waist by a leg, his body flew out, and he hit the Buddha statue in the stomach hard.

The Buddha statue was suddenly knocked out of a hole, He Fengkou spat out a mouthful of blood, and a trace of surprise immediately passed over his face. He saw that the belly of the Buddha statue was full of explosives, and he had no time to think about who put it? Why did it put it here? He Feng took a burning candle in his left hand and threw it into the belly of the Buddha statue, and in his right hand he grabbed a few pieces of it in a hurry and threw it at the dead man who rushed over. Then, almost at the same time, with all his strength, he leaped out.

"Bang!" An earth-shattering sound resounded throughout the temple, and the sound hit the green hill not far away, and it resounded back.

The tall hall, along with all the dead of the Hell League inside, was wiped out in ashes.

He Feng was already flying extremely fast, but he was still affected by the explosion, he was shocked far away, and he fell heavily beside a tree, most of his clothes were burned, and his skin and flesh were burned with a faint pain. But he felt extremely happy.

But a slender figure not far away didn't make him happy for long. Dressed in a white dress, with beautiful eyebrows, still wearing a white veil, and as cold as frost, He Feng has met her for the third time. He Feng was seriously injured, and there was no true qi in his body, I am afraid that today will end in her hands, He Feng smiled bitterly.

He Feng was not afraid of death, but felt that if he died now, his guilt towards Yuya would be reduced by one point.

But he didn't want to just give up, he wanted to die with dignity. So he picked up the sword lying in the hand of the dead man lying beside him, struggled to get up, and moved towards Xue Ye.

Xue Ye was like a sculpture, motionless, looking at He Feng who was slowly moving closer with a sword pointing at him, and two tides flooded his eyes.

He Feng didn't know why Xue Ye hadn't made a move, maybe she was waiting for the last opportunity, and the sword stabbed at Xue Ye's left chest. He Feng was guessing how Xue Ye would make a move, but no matter how Xue Ye made a move, He Feng didn't have the ability to pick it up. But what he never expected was that she remained motionless until the sword plunged into her chest.

He Feng looked at the fallen Xue Ye in surprise, and when he saw Xue Ye's eyes full of tears, He Feng's trembling hand lifted the white veil.

Half of that face has been disfigured, but the other half He Feng can no longer be familiar, that familiarity is like a cold sword stabbing at He Feng's heart, the whole person is frozen from head to foot, He Feng is like being struck by lightning, and his whole mind is shattered.

"Yuya, how is it, how is it? how is it possible, why are you here?" He Feng hugged Yuya, looking so helpless and desperate.

"Master, master, I'm so tired of life, I want to destroy myself and everything. But in the end, I was so happy to die in the arms of my master. The woman's voice like a gossamer slapped He Feng's heart fiercely. A dazzling dark red spread rapidly on the white of the chest, like an epiphany in full bloom, just blooming, it means withering. The woman in her arms slowly closed her eyes, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, please don't leave me!"

"Yu'er, Yu'er, let's be husband and wife!"

He Feng hugged the rain buds and shouted heartbreakingly.

The moonlight was coldly sprinkled on the ground, and the chill spread to every corner, but it could not cool the sorrow of the world. The cool breeze blew through the dead grass like a devil crying. A lonely figure sat on the ground, quiet and peaceful in his arms, like a docile sheep. Holding the already cold body, so close, but it is the separation of heaven and earth.

was ruthlessly abandoned by himself, insulted by the enemy, and his face was ruined, and he had to stay by the enemy's side, and finally wanted to die by himself. He Feng didn't dare to imagine how much torture his once beloved apprentice, the innocent girl, had suffered physically and mentally. Self-blame, remorse, and grief whipped every nerve in He Feng. If he hadn't left at the beginning, maybe all this wouldn't have happened to Yu Ya, and if he had stopped in time just now, Yu Ya would not have been separated from his yin and yang. He Feng couldn't wait to dig out his heart and crush it vigorously. Tears, snot, and blood stains mixed on his face, and an ant climbed up his cheek, and He Feng was like a log, allowing it to crawl.

When you're gone, who can care about me, and who can I care about?

Yuya's laughter in the past lingered in his mind again, lingering, making He Feng laugh and cry.

The wilderness is a pimple, the lonely grave stands alone, the yin and yang are different, and they beg for Meng Po soup.

There is a new tomb in the empty wilderness, a man with a string of Buddhist beads has stood in front of the tomb for a long time, the sunset has pulled the man's shadow into an elder, and the shadow is full of endless sadness.

"Daughter, new hatred and old hatred, I will definitely kill him with my own hands!" the man rubbed hatred into every word.