At this moment, on the top of Jianfeng Peak, a figure is lying on the dome of the bounty hall, exuding a strong smell of wine, supporting his body with one hand, and holding a wine jar with the other hand and drinking it, but I don't know if he is already drunk, most of the wine is sprinkled on his clothes, and only a small amount of wine falls into his mouth and is drunk into his stomach, so that it is like this, but after ten breaths, he will drink a jar of wine to the bottom, so he flicked his hand, that is, the empty wine jar fell off the dome, only to listen to the "bang" With a bang, the wine jar fell to the ground and fell apart, turning into fragments, supplementing the thickness of the fragments that had been piled up on the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man took out a jar of wine from the Qiankun bag, which looked exactly the same as the previous jar, but after a while, he drank it again, and when he shook it, there was another "bang" sound, and the fragments on the ground were a little thicker, so he grabbed out another jar of wine and drank it.

It's just that no matter how much wine the man drinks, he doesn't drink enough, and he doesn't care about anything around him, he just drinks vigorously, as if he will never stop until he is unconscious, but looking at his depressed face, he looks like he is drunk.

Obviously, there seems to be concern in his heart, but how can a few jars of wine cover it up.

People say that if you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk, that is the artistic conception, and you must have a confidant to get drunk.

However, at this time, he was alone, and the person he was concerned about was no longer there, but he was often drunk, but his heart was still sober.

It was an unforgettable pain!

That's an unswerving love!

The former lover is no longer there, and the world is boring.

"Qing'er, when you leave, you let me live well, but you must know, I don't really call me alive at all in the world without you-"

A long howl, as if venting the depression in his heart, but the human affection has reached the depths and is hopeless.

The man got up slowly, his steps were a little vague, his movements were a little stiff, he shook several times and didn't fall down, he only held the wine jar and poured the wine into his mouth, and most of the transparent liquid spilled on the placket of his clothes, and he didn't care.

Stretching out his hand and grabbing a foot in front of him, a cyan air flow slowly intertwined and lingered, and two cyan long swords emerged from it, both of which were cyan scabbards, simple and unpretentious, and the appearance was generally the same, and there was no difference in the slightest.

The man grabbed the jar and threw it into his mouth, and most of the wine was spilled on his face, and then on the man's long dirty hair, but for a moment it was as if someone had been poured a basin of cold water, and the man didn't care at all, no, it should be said that he didn't care at all.

After a few breaths, the wine was drunk, and when he threw it behind him, the empty wine jar drew a parabola, which fell to the ground and turned into pieces.

With a long roar, the man suddenly pulled out one of the long swords, only to see two ancient characters engraved on the sword, and the strokes were vigorous and flowing, like a lonely cloud floating in the blue sky.

Clouds.

The sword light was tactful, and only lightly swiped in the air, and then I saw a cold light shot out one zhang long, slashing straight into the sky, I don't know how far it leaped, and finally turned into a white light point and dissipated.

Just by looking closely, you can find that above the space where the sword light passed, there is a strange feeling of hazy trance, as if that space has been cut and no longer belongs to this world.

Under the reflection of a little starlight, a lonely figure danced above this dome, and every time the sword light shone, a sharp sword aura rose into the sky, cutting the sky into strips of void space, and over time, more and more hazy trance space cracks bloomed in the sky, looking from a distance, as if there were many clouds floating in the sky, and in those clouds contained endless destructive power.

I don't know how long it took, but the sword-wielding figure suddenly stopped, and looked at a sky in a daze, and in that direction, something seemed to resonate in his heart.

And the other long sword, which was still lying quietly in the cyan air mass before, suddenly trembled in its scabbard, making a crisp sound, as if it had met a long-lost relative, like cheering and jumping.

The figure was taken aback, looked up at the empty night sky, and seemed to sober up a lot for a moment, revealing Xue Zhi's pale face.

A gust of wind blew, holding up his long, messy hair, as if gently caressing, like a sweetheart's hand.

"Is that you, Qing'er—"

With a call, Xue Zhi reached out to grab the sky in front of him, but after all, it was empty, there was nothing, but the feeling was getting stronger and stronger, as if the lover who was haunted by her dreams, she, came back.

At this moment, she was by his side.

Xue Zhi stretched out his arms and hugged the void in front of him into his arms, and his face was full of tears.

The long sword that was still in the cyan air mass suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and then flew out automatically, and finally stopped in front of Xue Zhi.

The light flickered, more and more brilliant, as if a fiery love was burning and blooming.

Xue Zhi looked at the long sword in front of him in a daze, and suddenly realized in his heart, so he looked up at the sky.

"It's my mistake, Qing'er has never left me at all, you have always been by my side!"

As if in response to him, the blue light on the long sword's body became even brighter, like a cyan light rising in the night, illuminating the dome like a cyan dream.

Xue Zhi stretched out his hand and stroked the cyan long sword, smiled slightly, and then said softly, "Go." ”

At the same time, the Liuyun Sword on his right hand suddenly roared softly, as if he was saying goodbye, and at the same time there was a sense of relief.

The cyan long sword also roared softly, shaking at Xue Zhi, and then a figure of a woman in green clothes appeared in his surprised gaze.

She smiled at him and reached out to stroke his face.

"Live well—I'm gone—"

The cyan light bloomed violently again, and the figure of the woman in green clothes slowly dissipated, all of them retracted on the sword body, and the cyan long sword roared softly again, turning into a cyan meteor and shooting in the direction of the mountain, where someone was calling it.

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"Sword, I want a sword!"

Sikong Nian watched Sun Ping's approaching footsteps, and his body couldn't help but retreat, but the injuries on his body were too serious, and the excessive bleeding had already blurred his vision, and the wound on his waist made him even more painful, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

In the past, He Yongyuan once taught him that when encountering life and death dangers, don't give up hope, because if you give up, there will be nothing, and once there is still a trace of attachment to hope, then hope is possible.

So Sikong Nian still focused on his desire for life in his heart, he hoped to have a sword, a sharp sword, a sword that could break through Sun Ping's defenses!

"Is there anything else you can do, if not, then die!"

Sun Ping stopped in front of Sikong Nian, the bloodthirsty sword in his hand had begun to give birth to blood light, and it seemed that he was brewing some killing moves, just one blow could completely eliminate him, and he could also go to Shen Tulong to ask for credit.

"Die, Bloodthirsty Dragon!"

In Sun Ping's hand, the bloodthirsty sword suddenly turned into a three-zhang long demon dragon, and bit down on Sikong Nian with a bloody mouth.

But at this critical moment, a cyan streamer suddenly appeared on the edge of the sky, the blue light was as bright as a meteor, Sikong Nian only saw a blue light flash in front of him, and the blood-colored demon dragon that was about to bite him was suddenly cut in two, and the hideous dragon head fell to the ground, only struggled a few times before stopping, and then turned into blood light and disappeared.

Sun Ping was startled, and took a few steps back to a place a few feet away from Sikong Nian, looking around as if he was facing a great enemy, but he couldn't find anyone in any case, and the bloodthirsty sword in his hand was also restored, but it no longer emitted blood light.

"Who!"

Sun Ping shouted loudly: "It's not a hero's work to hide your head and show your tail! I'm a subordinate of Shen Tulong, I advise Your Excellency not to meddle in your affairs, otherwise you will get into trouble for yourself!"

I said it several times, but no one responded, and by this time the night had fallen, and only a little starlight had fallen, embellishing the otherwise dull beach with a lively atmosphere.

However, Sikong Nian was stunned at this moment, looking at the open space in front of him.

There was a three-foot long sword inserted there, and the scabbard was simple and unpretentious, just like an ordinary long sword, and there was no difference in the slightest, but just by looking at it, Sikong Nian recognized this long sword.

This was the sword that sat on the drunkard's table in the bounty hall during the day.

An indescribable sense of intimacy suddenly came over him, and along with this feeling, two words appeared in his mind.

Breeze.

It was as if he was born with this long sword that followed him, and at this time, a cyan light also bloomed on the sword's body, enveloping him inside.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?"

Sun Ping was still looking for the figure that didn't exist, and according to his speculation, someone must have attacked him just now, which made his long-brewing killing move null and void halfway.

However, no matter how much he threatened the surroundings, analyzed the pros and cons, and persuaded the person in the dark not to meddle in his affairs, no one responded for a long time, as if he was singing a one-man show there alone, and the atmosphere was very funny.

Sun Ping's face became more and more ugly, and he arched his hand at the empty venue, and said, "I hope Your Excellency will stop me from acting, otherwise Shen Tulong will definitely not be happy!"

After saying this, Sun Ping no longer paid attention to his surroundings, and walked in front of Sikong Nian in just a few steps, but then he exclaimed in surprise.

"What is this?!"

A long sword was inserted in the open space, and the cyan light on the sword was shining, and in that blue light, Sikong Nian stood motionless as if he had lost his mind, his eyes were closed, but his hands were drawing randomly, as if he was practicing some kind of exercise cheats.

At this moment, in the sea of knowledge of Sikong Nian, a woman in Tsing Yi was dancing with a three-foot long sword in her hand, and a set of swordsmanship was gradually unleashed, but after a while, after the swordsmanship was performed, the woman in Tsing Yi stood with a sword, walked slowly in front of Sikong Nian, and handed the long sword to Sikong Nian.

"Sword name, Qingfeng," the woman in Tsing Yi said, "Treat it well!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the woman in Tsing Yi suddenly turned into a cyan point of light and slowly dissipated.

"Breeze—"

Sikong Nian whispered the name of the long sword, looked at the woman in Tsing Yi who was gradually disappearing, seemed to understand something, and bowed to the woman.

"I will live up to it!"

Outside of Zhihai, Sun Ping grabbed the bloodthirsty sword and circled around the long sword that bloomed with blue light, but he didn't dare to easily enter the aperture.

"Hmph! ”

With a light shout, he raised his sword and stabbed at Sikong Nian, and a blood-red sword light shot out, piercing Sikong Nian's heart.

However, in the cyan light cluster, Sikong Nian suddenly took a step to the left, just avoiding the blood-red sword light, and at the same time, Sikong Nian opened his closed eyes.

Sun Ping looked at Sikong Nian in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that Sikong Nian could dodge his attack when he couldn't make a move, and at this moment, he felt a very dangerous aura on Sikong Nian's body.

It's like facing an awakened dragon!

"Death to the boy!"

Sun Ping threw the bloodthirsty sword into the air again, and the bloodthirsty sword only paused slightly in the air, and it turned into a bloody light and shot at Sikong Nian, but at this moment, Sikong Nian had already stretched out his right hand and beckoned to the three-foot long sword inserted in the ground, and he saw a flash of blue light, and there was already a long sword on his right hand.

The sword body roared softly, trembling endlessly, it was the Qingfeng Sword that was excited, shouting wildly, just swinging at will, like a breeze blowing on the face, the bloodthirsty sword was blocked, and returned to the top of Sun Ping's head and kept circling.

Sikong Nian held the sword and saluted to Sun Parallel to a disciple, and then swung the long sword, hung down behind him, and stretched out one palm with his left hand, making a "please" posture.

As if he had been humiliated, Sun Ping roared hysterically, pinched his hands, and the bloodthirsty sword above his head was full of blood, and gradually became illusory.

"Spectral Flash!"

The bloodthirsty sword suddenly trembled, and it turned into a phantom and rushed towards Sikong Nian, but it disappeared as soon as it rushed between the two, as if it was invisible.

Sikong Nian shook his hand and slashed at the void in front of him, and immediately sparks flew everywhere, reflecting the shadow of the bloodthirsty sword, but then the bloodthirsty sword disappeared again, and Sikong Nian's backhand sword slashed at the void behind him, and it was still sparkling, exposing the shadow of the bloodthirsty sword.

"How is that possible!"

Sun Ping shouted, his face became more and more hideous and ugly, he couldn't believe it, the Sikong Nian in front of him seemed to be a different person, whether it was the strength and angle of the sword, it was the same as the previous judgment, and what was even more strange was the long sword in his hand, which was not afraid of the bloodthirsty light on the body of the bloodthirsty sword at all. He had to change his tricks again and again, manipulating the bloodthirsty sword to attack Sikong Nian unexpectedly from all angles, but he was still accurately blocked by Sikong Nian with the long sword in his hand, as if Sikong Nian could know the trajectory of the bloodthirsty sword before the prophet.

So on this empty beach, such a strange picture appeared.

A four-year-old boy held a long sword that seemed to be about the same length as him and danced in front of him, sparks constantly flying all over his body, and a blood-red shadow attacked his whole body from time to time, but it was always blocked by the long sword.

This strange picture lasted for a long time, until Sun Ping's face was pale, and the aura in his body was even more gone, and there was still a trace of horror in his heart.

Thinking about it, Sun Ping snorted coldly at Sikong Nian: "Boy, count your luck today!"

After saying that, he recalled the bloodthirsty sword and wanted to use the sword technique to retreat.

Then Sikong Nian sneered and said, "You can't run!"

Sun Ping thought that he was just saying a cruel word, the two of them had been attacking each other for a long time, and they had never treated each other well, he naturally didn't believe that Sikong Nian could kill him, so he no longer paid attention to him, and only thought that he would come back to get rid of him one day, but Sikong Nian's body suddenly burst out with an amazing murderous aura, and the murderous aura had firmly locked him up.

Sun Ping looked at Sikong Nian in disbelief, it was as if the murderous aura of substance had locked him, and no matter what action he made, he would be attacked by Sikong Nian.

At this time, he lacked spiritual energy in his body, and he no longer had the confidence to be able to take over Sikong Nian's attack.

"The eldest brother once said that since it has been determined that it is the enemy, it must not be let go, and it must be completely eliminated to prevent future troubles!"

So no longer hesitated, the cyan light of the Qingfeng Sword in his hand was shining, and the killing machine was completed, and he slashed out a sword at Sun Ping in the air, the sword light was only a foot in size, but the trajectory was to chop the space into pieces, Sun Ping looked at the approaching sword light and finally felt a kind of fear, but it was too late, the shredded space only swallowed him up in an instant, and there was not even a little scum left, as if such a person had never existed in this world.

"Drunk breeze!"