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In the sea of obsession, the black-clothed young man stood in the purple flames in the sky with a smile like the wind, covered in blood, but still smiling as warmly.

"Duanmu, if I'm dead, it's all over......" Lin Yizhi smiled like the wind, his body trembled, and his hands held the hilt of the sword that was only a few inches long in his chest, and the sword body of the Cangli Divine Sword had completely submerged into his body.

The pain and coldness raged in his body, but not a drop of blood flowed out of the hilt of the sword, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword, although gradually losing its temperature, was still much warmer than the cold and cold from the hilt.

Duanmu Ningque stood not far away, silently looking at Lin Yizhi, who was already dying, with a cold face, not saying a word, his eyes were full of disbelief.

The black-clothed young man stood in the purple flames of the sky, with a white head of snow falling in front of him, and although his body was broken, it was full of holes, and even it was difficult to stand upright, and the sword left an indelible wound from his chest in the most deadly way.

Perhaps the next breath will be endless darkness and death.

But he was still smiling, warm and quiet, and he was so stubborn, so stubborn that he had to stand there, trying hard to stand up.

"You...... Do you really want to make a move? Do you think I won't kill you? Lin Yizhi, have you ever regretted it?" Duanmu Ningque's voice sounded in the snow, indifferent as ice.

Lin Yizhi shook his head, looked at the sword on his chest, and then looked at Duanmu Ningque in front of him. He could feel the broken meridians in his body, the sound of blood flowing, and even the broken heart beating low, slower and slower, as if slowly falling asleep.

"Regret, why do I regret it?" Lin Yizhi's voice was faint and almost inaudible, "Duanmu, do you know, I have never felt as tired as I am now, these two hours, I have been running forward to find, but it is like a lifetime of long. Even I was suspicious that all this I had done was so meaningless, but Nalan was inside, and I couldn't return for a moment if I didn't find him. In the long sea of fire, I faced the incomparable loneliness alone. ”

"Duanmu, do you know? I suddenly felt that I was really a little tired, and I even thought about the scenery outside, and the people outside became more and more blurred. There are even moments when I feel like this is the real thing, and what happened before was just a dream...... Duanmu, tell me, is it real on the outside, or is it real in this sea of fire?"

In the dream, he didn't know that he was a guest, but he wasn't even a guest, just a rootless wandering spirit.

In this way, death is the best destination, right?

"Before I met you, I found myself back in my childhood village, Duanmu, do you know? I lived in Fengling Village at the foot of Liwu Mountain when I was a child, and like other children, I played happily and went to private schools seriously. I fear the gods and am dedicated to goodness. Like all children, I hope for all the good in my heart. In this dream, I saw the beauty of what I had lost, and I thought it was real, those people, those friendly expressions, each one so familiar and warm. If I could, I really hope, it wasn't an illusion, it was the real world. However, when I was about to rush over desperately, everything changed, and all the familiar folks and childhood friends became headless souls, screaming and wailing and rushing at me, and I saw countless men in black killing them one by one, and I could only look like that, and one after another fresh life disappeared before my eyes. You know, how painful that is?"

Tears slowly flowed out of the eyes of this stubborn young man, and they were instantly frozen by the cold in the sky.

Lin Yizhi still said to himself, as if he wanted to say the silence of these two hours: "Duanmu, have you ever felt that kind of pain? In that case, a voice shouted at me with incomparable fervor and temptation, kill them, kill those men in black! You know, at that moment, I really wanted to rush over and kill all those men in black, leaving no one behind. ”

Lin Yizhi's eyes were suddenly full of hatred, and the hatred was so strong that it seemed to drip blood. But in an instant, that fiery hatred disappeared without a trace for some reason, and was replaced by incomparable sadness and sorrow.

"But Duanmu, I can't, because it's an illusion, it's a fantasy created by the fire of killing that sketches the most painful picture in my heart. I hate, even if the flames of this heaven and earth are so turbulent, I can't kill those men in black. So I endured everything in pain, silently watching the relatives and playmates in front of me, and the group of people in black slowly disappearing. Do you know Duanmu, why, why does God always like to play tricks on me, he knows that I have carefully sealed this pain, but he still has to remind me from time to time, which makes me feel painful?" Lin Yizhi slowly looked up at Duanmu Ningque who was motionless in front of him.

She also looked at him like him, her eyes were still cold, but she looked at him quietly, as if she was listening to him seriously.

"Duanmu, thank you for listening to me, a dying man. Then, I continued to run in this flame, without a person, I continued to be alone, continued to struggle, continued to look for Nalan in this vast sea of fire, until I met a man named Yinsu, who told me many, many stories, many, many legends, touching heartstrings that I had never heard before. ”

Lin Yizhi didn't realize that he was talking to himself at all, he stubbornly thought that Duanmu Ningque in front of him was listening, because she didn't speak, she just looked at him indifferently like that, motionless.

He continued, like an old man, "By the way, by the way, you don't know who the recluse is......

He looked up again at Duanmu Ningque in front of him.

The purple fire was faint, reflected on that beautiful face, that face was cold and beautiful, that kind of beauty, almost so beautiful that it was a little unreal.

It's just that she is still silent, and she can't see any emotional changes on her face.

"Duanmu, it's not strange that you don't know him, you just need to remember that it was a very kind and very kind old man......" Thinking of the old man who described the withered old man, Lin Yizhi's death-like eyes slowly showed a little light.

"It's just that ....... just such a good old man......" The light in Lin Yizhi's eyes gradually dissipated, and he was empty and godless again.

He lowered his head slightly, his voice trembling, almost inaudible: "But...... Dead in my ...... Under the sword!Duanmu, you say...... Am I supposed to die?"

After that, he stared at Duanmu Ningque in front of him, and stopped talking, as if he was waiting for something.

After a long time, he saw that she still didn't care about herself, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's the same...... In front of the Lanyue Pavilion that day, you have already made it very clear...... Why am I so bothered? I have a hard time killing him, and although I am very reluctant, only by killing him can I leave the illusion of greed, the fire of greed. So I killed the only one of those two hours who had spoken to me so that I didn't feel so alone. ”

With a long sigh, Lin Yizhi no longer expected Duanmu Ningque to say anything, and said to himself: "These two seem to have passed countless years for two hours, I stopped and walked, leaving nothing behind, and I got nothing. Oh no......"

Lin Yizhi suddenly remembered something, trembled and removed his right hand from the hilt of the sword on his chest, and slowly leaned into his arms.

This action immediately aroused Duanmu Ningque's vigilance, his cold eyebrows frowned slightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly appeared.

Lin Yizhi smiled miserably, didn't explain, only took out something in his arms and shook it at her: "Duanmu, I'm afraid this thing won't be able to kill you." ”

Duanmu Ningque raised his cold eyes lightly, and looked at Lin Yizhi's shaking hand, but saw that the thing he was holding in his trembling hand was a shabby tea bowl.

As if he suddenly had a little interest, Duanmu Ningque asked slowly: "The broken tea bowl...... But you also treat it as a treasure, what do you do with it in your arms?"

Lin Yizhi carefully put the tea bowl into his arms, his movements were slow, every time he moved, the Cangli Divine Sword in his body seemed to be pierced deeper, and the pain came like electricity, Lin Yizhi had to grit his teeth, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his pale face.

It took a lot of effort for Lin Yizhi to feel that the tea bowl was properly placed, so he exhaled and said slowly: "This is the only thing that I can remember Yinsuo......"

Then, he stopped talking, just looked at Duanmu Ningque like that, and looked at it for a long time, with endless sadness, sorrow, and a trace of inexplicable reluctance in his eyes.

"Duanmu, don't you want to know why I didn't fight back and let you take my life......" Lin Yizhi said slowly.

"Why ......"

"Because, I have walked through two flames, one time, I didn't choose to shoot, the other time I chose to shoot, but no matter how I choose, the illusion formed by this flame will disappear without a trace, and here, I met you...... Duanmu, do you know, how happy I am to see you here...... I'm tired, I don't want to face such a monotonous journey alone. If I hadn't died, I would have always been obsessed with Nalan in my heart, and I would continue to look for it no matter how tired I was, but now, if I die at your hands, I can probably give me a reason to give up!" Lin Yizhi said slowly, his voice weak and calm.

After saying this, Lin Yizhi smiled again and said: "It's just Duanmu, you are still not ruthless enough, why do you want to pierce this sword into my heart, at this moment, the blood will not flow out, and I will not die so quickly, don't you want to end all this as soon as possible......"

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi looked up to the sky and laughed, with incomparable desolation and determination in that laughter, laughing and laughing, countless tears rolled down from his eyes, wetting his blood-stained clothes.

The white snow in the sky and the black figure on the ground seemed as lonely at that moment.

Lin Yizhi's body suddenly trembled violently, his breathing became extremely rapid, and his originally pale face had a strange flush in the next moment.

In front of Duanmu Ningque's eyes, there was a scene that she would never have imagined, and she couldn't help but be moved, and said in a lost voice: "Lin Yizhi, are you crazy?"

In the snowy world, Lin Yizhi was bent over like that, his left hand and right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword on his chest, and then slowly, slowly, inch by inch, pulled out.

With Lin Yizhi's movements, blood flowed silently down the slowly drawn sword body. Crimson marks were drawn on the Cangli Divine Sword, stained with Lin Yizhi's hands.

The crimson color of blood flickered like a nightmare.

It can be seen that every time he pulls out a trace, Lin Yizhi is suffering from the pain of being forcibly stripped of his soul and internal organs, and he already has the wound that he stabbed into for the first time, and now he pulls it out again, it is still the same wound where it is scarred again.

Just like that, as if after countless vicissitudes, Lin Yizhi pulled out the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword that was deeply pierced into his body, and the blood flowed into the infusion, and the blood on his hands was like a homeless child, running in all directions, sliding heavily on the snow.

The blush on his face had disappeared, and Lin Yizhi's face turned pale again as paper money as the sword was pulled out, and his eyes became empty again.

The huge pain made his body tremble more and more obviously, and the green tendons on his neck twisted, looking a little terrifying.

However, he still managed not to let out a cry of pain, and used all his strength to keep the smile on his face.

Then he gently held up the blue and blood-colored Cangli Divine Sword with both hands, as if supporting his entire world.

Slowly, he moved his body forward.

The pain almost caused him to roll over and fall again. However, he still snorted lowly, his body shook, and he still stood like that.

Then, in the direction of Duanmu Ningque, he moved his steps painfully again.

one-step

Two steps,

Three-step ......

With every step, there are thousands of pains, thousands of tortures follow you, like nightmares.

Behind him, drops of crimson blood bloomed in the snow, marking a deep or shallow trace.

However, Lin Yizhi still walked towards Duanmu Ningque like this, as if he had exhausted the years of his life.

"You...... What are you going to do?"

"Duanmu...... This is the Divine Sword...... How can you just throw it in my heart......? I'm pulling it out...... This time, you have to be ruthless and don't waste it again, okay?"

After saying this, a huge pain bombarded Lin Yizhi's entire soul like a tide, he collapsed instantly, and there was no longer any resistance, and he slowly fell on the cold snow.

The long sword let go and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and the purple fire burned, reflecting the face of the fallen to the ground, like an elegy for life......