Mo Lian lay on his waist, sleeping quietly for as if he had been for a thousand years.

In the darkness and coldness, suddenly, there was a trace of warmth in the body.

Who will disturb Mo Lian's dreams?

But the annoying wind, playfully blowing up the garments, with the joy of the sun—

But no, it was a hand, firmly grasped in the palm of the hand, and the five fingers were like that.

It's him?

It's him.

What is he going to do? Could it be? Could it be that there was a sound in the warmth, like the beating of war drums.

Moham!

Suddenly, the light is great, and every day reappears in an instant!

In front of you is the neck, the skin, the pores, the fine texture and the faint veins.

blood

It's blood!

I'm bloodthirsty, everybody knows that.

Since the moment I was born, since I have ceased to be a stubborn iron.

I am bloodthirsty because I hate, I hate the cold water, I hate the scorching fire, and the hammer that is merciless, unrighteous and ignorant.

Why are you in such a hurry? Don't you hurt to hit me?

That's why I hate this cold and unforgiving world.

And the blood is warm. Even if it's just for a moment, it's once.

Possessed.

I'm bloodthirsty because I want a little warmth, is that wrong?

Is it wrong that I hate you because I still love you deeply?

In fact, what I hate is not this world, but myself. It's me.

My tears had evaporated, my blood had melted, and I just felt the taste, the hot and sad taste.

――It makes me feel familiar.

Mo Lian hissed out of the silk sheath lightly, and his voice was faintly silent.

A soft roar broke through the air, generally the same, slightly nothing.

Yue Ling only felt a slight black light flash in front of him, and for a moment the alarm in his heart suddenly rose, but he didn't have time to think about it.

The smile on his face has not faded, and he can't help but fall with the sword in his hand-

There was a soft sound, and the long sword in his hand was folded in the center.

It's like straw.

Transformed into elbows and armpits, everything was between the electric light and flint, Yue Ling was startled, the black light was already up to his neck, he couldn't think about it, he couldn't strain it, and the cold hair stood up, so he only leaned back slightly. That's the body's natural response. Mo Lian finally missed the dear neck, and only kissed him lightly on the face. Yue Ling only felt a slight chill on his right cheek, just like a breeze pointing to his ear. As soon as he retreated, it was like a lightning flash! The left hand reached out, but there was no blood on his finger! At this moment, the other party flew up and grabbed it, splashing the black light like ink! The face was hideous, and the eyes were full of absolute meaning!

Soft sword?

Yue Ling retreated again and again, and the ground was empty!

Busy and condensed, the black light in front of him came again, and he helplessly raised his hand to interrupt the sword-

I only heard a few sounds, and then I saw that the three-foot Qingfeng was gone, and there was only one handle left in his hand! And that black light was still extremely fierce, and it hissed and swept over with a head and face! At that time, the face was stinging and hot, and the blood from the wound had already flowed down the cheeks; at that time, all the Daoists exclaimed, and all the Dao Masters present stood up; at that time, some people had already jumped onto the stage, holding swords and shouting loudly; at that time, Yue Ling could not see it, but everyone had seen it, the blood was like a small, bright red curtain, slowly flowing and ticking down, like a quiet blood waterfall, born out of thin air on that handsome face——

It's shocking!

The fastest thing in the world is not a storm, not an angry horse, not a meteor in the sky, not a sword of a knight, but a thought, a thought, a thought that overturns in an instant! At this time, taking a step back is defeat! At this time, taking a step forward is death! At this time, it is already a desperate situation, but it is too late to dodge! At this time, Yue Ling suddenly became calm as water, there was no trace of panic and fear in his eyes, and finally saw the narrow inky sword body in the vast black light, saw the sharp blade like a snake letter, saw the fierceness hidden in the fierceness, and saw the pair of absolute eyes behind it!

In the snap of a finger, it was a moment of beauty.

Suddenly, the sword bloomed like a flower, but it was so slow, slow, slow, slow.

Anger rose violently, his eyes widened and blood boiled! Yue Ling raised his arms with a roar, and the hilt of his sword shot out of his hand.

There was a "boom" sound, and the hilt of the sword broke out of thin air, and Mo Lian didn't look back, still sweeping over like a bamboo!

In the end, it was a line of slowness, and the sword was over the soles of the feet!

Yue Ling jumped up, jumped high above Fang Yin's head, and flew out like an eagle falcon.

Gently falling like a cloud in the middle of the bluestone platform, his expression returned to calm: "Fang Yin, you want to take my life, right?"

Fang Yin didn't speak, his face was also expressionless, and he rushed over again with Mo Lian!

Fang Yin didn't want to kill him.

Fang Yin didn't dare to stop!

The tiger loses its teeth, the eagle loses its claws, but the tiger is still a tiger, and yet the eagle is still an eagle.

Just give him a moment to breathe a sigh of relief, Fang Yin is still bound to lose, and he will definitely lose!

Yue Ling suddenly smiled, letting the blood stain his chest: "Happy! happy! Come again!"

"Fang Yin!"

At the beginning of a loud shout, Lu Daochang was already furious!

The sword has come out, and it stabbed directly at Fang Yin's door: "Evil obstacle!"

Fang Yin was startled when he saw this, his body slowed slightly, and the sword was already in front of him! There was a long, angry face: "That's it!"

Fang Yinxin said a word, closed his eyes and died.

"Uncle Shi. ”

Lu Daochang's shoulders tightened, and when he turned around in surprise, he saw Yue Ling: "I, I haven't been defeated yet." ”

The last to come, it's really good!

At that time, Daoist Lu's sword was about to touch Daoist Fang's forehead, and he couldn't stab it anymore with a slight stroke! At least it seems. Yue Ling smiled, his voice was clear, and his words were sincere: "Yue Ling is not defeated, Yue Ling will fight again!" Lu Daochang withdrew his sword and glanced at him: "No need, we admit defeat." Yue Ling shook his head again and again, and his voice was firm: "Yue Ling has not been defeated, nor has he won, please ask Uncle Shi to be successful!" Lu Daochang was silent for a moment, and sighed: "They are all my children of the Qing Dynasty, why do you two bother!" Yue Ling made a salute and said, "Please Uncle Shi!"

"Ahem, Chang Lian, you go down first!" Elder Jiang coughed and gasped as he spoke, his face turned pale, and he looked like he had been stimulated a lot: "The result of the competition has been decided, ahem, it should be a draw, a draw!" As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, and the heart was really the first and the second martial arts, Elder Jiang wanted to be the first in the whole tie, and both of them were happy! But, but how could it, how could it be so hasty?

Of course, Elder Jiang must be fair, and Elder Jiang also has Elder Jiang's troubles. Elder Jiang is old, and he really can't stand the toss of the two of them like this, Elder Jiang is tired, people are tired, his heart is also tired, his head is dizzy, and he is even more dizzy when he sees blood: "Yue Ling, please fight, please fight again! Fang Yin just didn't move, Fang Yin's mind was a mess, Fang Yin opened his eyes and quietly glanced at that place-

She's there, she's still there, there.

Tears!

And she was looking at him, she was looking at him, and for whom did the tears flow—

Well, it doesn't need to be said!

The sense of fate like a heavy shackle once again struck with a bang! The whispers in my ears were no longer in my ears, and the forest in front of me was no longer in my eyes, my heart seemed to be immovable, my heart was tingling, and I was depressed in my chest and I only wanted to shout but I couldn't make a sound! I just wanted to, I just wanted to ask, in fact, I just wanted to ask, what was all this for! The hero shed blood, the beauty shed tears, and Fang Yin stood here like a fool, and what did he do! Yes, Fang Yin was very despicable, Fang Yin was very shameless, and Fang Yin used insidious and obscene tricks to plot against him! Yes, Fang Yin is a useless person, Fang Yin is a waste, Fang Yin is a poor and ridiculous clown, acting in a lame and ugly scene that no one applauds!

But what can it be?

Perhaps, this is the so-called fate, but it can't-

Actually, I want to defeat my opponent with dignity, and then say it out loud to you.

I love you!

Even if you don't love me.

One day, when you leave me, I can say out loud that I have fought hard for you and for you!

So I don't regret it, really, really.

The clouds rise, the fog rises, the waves rise, rise and fall.

In the haze, the world has changed, the small is big, the big is small, the straight is bent, the straight is bent, the ugly is beautiful, the beautiful is ugly, twisted, struggling, still changing, still changing, only that one place is bleak, and the eyes will be snatched away! But a little blood is shed, what is it! Who is making a fuss, who is crying and crying, when Fang Yin's blood is also red! When you know Fang Yin's blood is also hot! You! If you are not convinced, then you will come again! If you can't fight, you have to fight, fight with blood! Fight with your life! Fight to the last drop!

Why, crying?

Fang Yin wiped the corners of his eyes and shouted, "I want to fight too!"

Mo Lian trembled slightly, as if he was happy!

It seems that he wants to be dissatisfied.