Gu Xiaoxi was still afraid when he recalled it, in those blind years, he heard the wails of his fellow disciples day and night, and went out to find countless broken limbs and bones.

An invisible violence deeply touched Gu Xiaoxi's heart, even if he killed countless people, he was impressed, evil cultivators are a group of mental illnesses who look at the world, and they will not mention the Sword Sect after the first battle, and the meaning of being deterred is self-evident.

What they have experienced, it doesn't have to be for him to experience it once, it is enough for him to hear and see it.

The face gradually revealed a vicissitudes of life that had gone through wind and rain, which was the accumulation of endless years and the wisdom of human love.

"Sword Sect, what is your true face?"

Seeing Gu Xiaoxi's sudden solemn question, Nie Tianyang's mood suddenly sank.

"The real face can only be seen clearly when the real face is faced. ”

The night wind was fierce, and the hair of the two of them was fluttering, Gu Xiaoxi suddenly felt that he should really do something for his benefactor after a long absence, especially at the juncture when Nie Tianyang was in a difficult situation.

Grief and sympathy can't distinguish more from that, Gu Xiaoxi's eyes made Nie Tianyang unhappy for a while, that kind of look made him feel that he was really down, and he thought in his heart that it was not like this.

"There's such an opportunity right now, you don't have to ask me ......"

"I ......"

The sympathy in Gu Xiaoxi's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the incomparably capable actor replaced with anger, his chest was stuffy again, and he forcibly swallowed the black blood.

Gu Xiaoxi couldn't refute, he couldn't say a word when he swallowed black blood, and his eyes widened as he looked at Nie Tianyang's lips that kept opening and closing.

"Actually, the Sword Sect is not as terrible as you think, you look at me, I don't give the Sword Sect face so clearly, and I even put forward the sword duel, isn't it just as good as I am. ”

It can be seen that there is never a shortage of heroes in the world who resist, what is lacking is only the determination to break the kettle. ”

"I have sent you such a determination, this time of mourning, it is the rise of the heroes of my generation, your true appearance is similar to mine, why always pretend to be an old man to protect yourself. ”

"Don't you really know that you're stupid to do this? Not only are you tired, but others are tired of looking at you, and the human mind of a twenty-year-old, no matter how many wrinkles you have, it doesn't look like it. ”

"So, undisguise yourself and work with me once, and I won't let you down. ”

Nie Tianyang's eyes exuded unprecedented solemnity, and Gu Xiaoxi, who received the signal, even lost his mind for a while, and almost agreed.

"Well, I'm thinking about it......"

Gu Xiaoxi avoided the burning eyes and bit the tip of his tongue.

Nie Tianyang sneered, turned around and left.

Gu Xiaoxi's eyes widened, trying to stop Nie Tianyang but he didn't speak, reason overcame emotion.

In the twilight of Phoenix, there are many wine shops, and many people in the city are drunk and dreaming of death.

There was a man who was awake, and he had to be awake, and the feeling was getting stronger.

His name is Hu Shuangyue, the most incompatible one in the sect with Nie Tianyang, he has a simple jealous heart, everything must be done to the best, the best in the Sword Sect is naturally not him, so he is jealous, his jealousy is different from others, and his jealousy is bright and fair.

Nie Tianyang was given sword frost by the sword blade, and his eyes were red, and he was the only one who stood up and roared loudly, 'Nie Tianyang is not worthy, why is it not me who got this sword'.

He despises all injustices, alienates everything, and has no real friends.

He never took these things to heart, as if he was born, but his jealousy was also innate.

He wants to prove that he is stronger than Nie Tianyang, this idea has long been in his heart, but he has never had a chance, so this time, he came uninvited, Su Yiyi smiled after knowing it, and did not stop it.

A scar on his left hand lay there quietly, and although it spread to the point that the sleeve was broken, it could still be estimated that it was a terrible scar.

A black dress loosely wraps the whole person, and the cold eyes that the world has given him can completely freeze it, as if the body is sealed and he will not feel the pain of the skin.

Wine is the strongest wine, and it will be hot and spicy when you drink it, but it seems that Hu Shuangyue is a pair of iron intestines, and there is no change in color when you drink it.

The shopkeeper asked countless people, many of whom were fierce, but he had never seen a person as fierce as Hu Shuangyue, sitting alone on the square table, but no one dared to approach, which was a rare domineering in the twilight.

Perception is a kind of indescribable thing, it seems mysterious before too much unknown, Hu Shuangyue thinks that Nie Tianyang must pass through here, and Nie Tianyang will definitely appear.

Xiao Se Qiufeng took Kong Lin's ** and floated into Phoenix, and the demon-like person who had long been unable to recognize the appearance looked at all this with strange eyes, and was shocked that there were still people who could be dressed so neatly and the family was happy.

The clothes are shabby, like countless Gu Xiaoxi's ragged, and the sword is a rusty sword, which is chaotic compared to the brilliance of the frost.

Nie Tianyang finally understood one thing, they pierced their eyes.

His eyes were like pins and needles, piercing their bodies to the ground, and he smelled a lot of unpleasant medicinal smells, mixed with murderous aura, which was paralyzing.

The big man with sharp eyes, burly body, and uninhibited and rough clothes unconsciously blocked the way, and unconsciously flocked to a lot of people, just like people looking down at the vigorous crickets in the jar, full of banter.

Nie Tianyang had an illusion under everyone's eyes, as if he had entered a world of higher-level beings, just like a dog looking at people from the perspective of a dog.

It's a terrifying feeling, when you can understand that all you can see is one, one that people disdain to despise.

It was not the depression in his eyes that told Nie Tianyang, and it was not the brilliance in the contrast that told Nie Tianyang that he would almost lose his judgment and mistakenly think that everything he saw was an illusion, but a kind of perfection close to nature.

If it weren't for this kind of suspicion, Nie Tianyang would almost go back to the origin of inferiority complex in such a look.

The crowd became denser and denser, and his eyes converged into a dazzling white, scraping Kong Lin inch.

The arm in Kong Lin's hand was so stiff as an explosion that the force of her pulling was insignificant.