If a person's life is color, then his life is red and white.

The sword in his hand danced with a beautiful sword flower, and when it appeared, it took out the scarlet color, which was dotted in the starry sky, becoming a red star.

He is a killer, a killer who has been cultivated by the royal family.

If it hadn't happened, he would have spent his whole life in the dark, just to take out that touch of red.

Fifty years ago, his cultivation entered the broken realm, and was given the surname Geng by the imperial dynasty, turning hundreds of rivers into a sword, and the rest of the killers respected him as... Geng Baichuan.

At that time, ghost sects were prevalent, and white ghosts traveled at night. Baichuan received the order and led his subordinates to encircle and suppress.

His heart is cold and ruthless, and in order to chase the legendary power, he once became an experiment in the country of Donggeng - the way of Luojia.

Since then, his cultivation has reached the sky in one step, breaking through to the broken mirror, but he is not satisfied, because he wants stronger power.

This time I received the order to receive the credit for this, but unfortunately...

The Ghost Sect had already learned of Dong Gengguo's intentions, and set a trap, and he was the only one left in the whole team, he looked indifferent, a sword out, a life, and everyone in the Ghost Sect was shocked by his strength and did not dare to persecute too much.

"Perhaps... I'm going to die today, I'm not reconciled... With my cultivation, I may be able to become an immortal!" Bai Chuan showed an unwilling look, he knew that if there was no miracle, he would die today.

But... Miracles were born in despair.

A woman in black suddenly rushed out of the crowd, grabbed his arm, and rescued him when everyone in the Ghost Sect was stunned.

During that month, the woman never spoke, he wore plain clothes, and took care of the seriously injured Baichuan every day.

The sunlight shone through the window, and the light spots fell on the side of the bed in pieces, and the woman wrung out the towel over his head, as if at this moment, Baichuan's indifferent heart trembled.

Then, Bai Chuan pretended to forget the task, and two months passed, and a flying pigeon fell into Bai Chuan's hands, his hand that never trembled, and his hand was extremely calm in the face of a strong enemy... Trembling at this moment.

Bang!

When the door was opened, the pot fell from the woman's hand.

Inside the house... Because there is no one.

......

Bai Chuan remembered that she was also a killer, and until now Bai Chuan had never known her name, she used to look at herself when she was cultivating, but Bai Chuan never cared.

Because, killers don't need strength, they just need to be stronger.

But... He will go back, but only after completing the mission and gaining strength.

......

How tragic that battle was, Baichuan and the Donggeng army were in crisis again, just like last time, the woman appeared on the battlefield again, but at this moment, she appeared on the side of the Ghost Sect.

Baichuan laughed, the sword in his hand was faster, blood stained the earth, one person and one sword, as if he would never fail... Mythology.

Bai Chuan's smile was even bigger, since the woman in black rescued her, he had already guessed that she was the identity of the Ghost Sect, just to get information about the Donggeng Kingdom.

Kill one person in one step, leave no trace for a thousand miles.

Every time he kills someone, the more pain in his heart becomes, but the strong are strong, and he is also a human being... His physical strength was exhausted, and the Ghost Sect's Mirror Breaking Master also appeared when he was weak.

The threat of death permeated his body. From the inside out, fear forced something inside him to wake up, and at this moment, his consciousness was lost, and there was only endless blood.

The remnant sun dyed the earth red, and the clouds burned the sky.

Baichuan's consciousness slowly returned, just like his consciousness, everything in front of him, the earth had been stained red with blood, and it had become a blood domain.

His body was also covered in blood, and he was the only one on the entire battlefield, whether it was friend or foe... He was the only one.

Suddenly, his heart trembled, moving his body.

One end of the sword pierced through her abdomen, and a blood-red plum blossom stood out on her white clothes, and she raised her hand tiredly, as she had done all her life, without words.

There were blood stains left on the corners of his mouth, and he stroked Baichuan's face and smiled.

At this moment, his heart trembled fiercely, and tears fell, the tears of a killer fell on this land.

Later, there was one less peerless killer in the world, his name was Baichuan...

Baichuan's figure gradually disappeared into the back mountain, so lonely.

Fang Luo was silent and speechless......

He looked at the starry sky, his gaze gradually became firm, "What happened to you will not be my future, my tomorrow can only be controlled by myself..."Fang Luo muttered, Baichuan's words touched his heart, although he sighed Baichuan's experience, but Fang Luo was also extremely firm in his thoughts.

"Everything in the past is vivid, as if it were yesterday. Fang Luo whispered to himself bitterly, until this moment, although his combat power had improved, there was a thick sadness on his body.

"I still don't understand what happened..."

It wasn't until Fang Luo's gaze fell on the far west that he spoke bitterly again

"Liu'er..."

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