Mo Lian is ruthless, Mo Lian is bloodthirsty.

It's always been like this, Mo Lian is a cold-blooded killer!

Mo Lian misses him very much.

No killing!

Yes, he was tired of killing. Yes, he has stopped killing.

He's gone. Left Mo Lian.

Loneliness was left behind.

Mo Lian has been dormant for a long time, Mo Lian is dissatisfied, and Mo Lian hates the sky and hates himself even more-

Mo Lian wants to kill!

How could I smell that cruel breath again, so kind, so excited, so that Mo Lian was infatuated, and suddenly wanted to laugh and cry!

Long time gone, my dear!

The black light of the Tao was like splashing ink, and the place shrouded in darkness was like a pale ink-colored flower blooming. Bloom, bloom, in this black and white, in this light and dark, in this mottled and intertwined chaotic world, if the book of wild grass, if the words of indifference, if the song of poignant! Yes, Mo Lian is ruthless, Mo Lian is bloodthirsty, Mo Lian is not poetry and songs, Mo Lian is just a snake! Mo Lian is more cold-blooded than a snake, Mo Lian is more poisonous than a snake, Mo Lian is more greedy for the taste of blood than a snake!

Covet that fleeting warmth.

No killing! No killing! There is no cause, killing stops killing.

Kill!

Fang Yin fought hard with his sword regardless of his body, only turning the soft sword in his hand into a big sword and heavy axe, no martial arts, no tricks, only fighting like an outlaw, advancing and entering! Yue Ling retreated, retreated, flew back, stood in front of the body without disorder, tended to avoid, avoided its edge, swim around, and did not make a single move from beginning to end, retreat! Exclamations, accusations, everyone didn't expect that the two of them would be such a desperate style of play, fierce and dangerous, worried and even more anxious, of course, everyone was aimed at Daoist Fang.

It seems that the water can't be splashed, but in fact, it is indiscriminate, although the momentum is fierce, it is full of flaws, Yue Ling can knock down the other party with just one finger at this time. But it's hard to guarantee that you won't get hurt. Fang Yin only attacked and didn't defend, he didn't care about the opponent at all, he only gritted his teeth and waved his sword and rushed forward fiercely, like a really enraged donkey that jumped like thunder, and he wanted to kick him even if he fought for his life! The two of them advanced and retreated quickly, but when they heard the sword blade breaking through the air, they continued to sigh and scold, and the audience exclaimed and scolded one after another, and occasionally one or two women, three or five naughty boys sneered and laughed.

Unconsciously the sun was setting in the west, and the wind was colder.

"In the end, it won't work, it's going to be defeated!"

This is Fang Yin's heart at this time, echoing in his mind repeatedly, a sour and helpless sigh!

I knew in my heart that Fang Yin was not as excited as he looked, but impulsive.

Fang Yin couldn't catch up with him, Fang Yin couldn't touch him, it was like he couldn't touch the white clouds in the sky, Fang Yin still couldn't help him! Even if Fang Yin was advancing and he was retreating, even if Fang Yin was wielding a sharp blade, even if Fang Yin was going forward with all his strength! He was too fast, so fast that he was so calm and unhurried that he was effortless, like a vigorous eagle, waiting for a dying beast, already disdainful of flying into the sky, only standing in front of Fang Yin. Pounce on, retreat a little, pounce over, retreat a little, that's teasing, that's contempt for the ground fight-

Fang Yin is about to be exhausted and exhausted!

Yes, he was right, even if he didn't have a sword, he would still defeat Fang Yin!

- That's fair!

Is it fair, since it is you, and who is fairness talking to! There is no such thing as fairness in the world, self-deception, deception, and so on. Just as you love him, he loves you, and I love you, then, who will love me. If I love myself, I love my own love, then I am here, fighting for myself! But I didn't want to fight, what I did for, what I was fighting for, why I was standing here, why I had to compare myself with him.

Yue Ling was still retreating, and Yue Ling never made a move.

Frowning all the time.

In his eyes, it was resolute, and it was him. In addition, there is a sense of sadness, confusion, and a touch of despair, which is also him. Yue Ling had never seen such a look, and he had never seen it before. Yue Ling understands, Yue Ling doesn't understand, Yue Ling has always been thinking about it but can't figure it out. Yue Ling didn't make a move, Yue Ling was still hesitating. This is a poor person, poor and weak, no matter what, he is Yue Ling's junior brother.

But things have to come to an end eventually, just like a flower withers when it blooms.

Finally, a flat palm was struck, out of reach, but the counterattack began. Yue Ling's internal strength has been achieved, and the power of his palm is sent outward, faintly having the potential to take shape! Fang Yin only felt that a strong wind suddenly came towards him, and it swept across his cheeks, and it flew forward! It was not so good, no matter what he was! Fang Yin was fearless, and he generally swung his sword and attacked completely ignoring, not seeking results, and just wanted to exert his last bit of strength! Yue Ling flew back, and Yaoyao sent it with a palm, generally neutral and peaceful, without any tricks, and seemed to have spare strength calmly.

To break it, to force it, this palm is still inclusive.

Fang Yin ignored it, and just struggled to catch up with Mo Lian and danced like a storm, not seeking self-protection just to hurt the enemy! However, Mo Lian couldn't help but stand the oppression of the palm wind, or Mo Lian became more and more happy and danced heartily under pressure, so he made a soft sound, and the clothes on his shoulders were torn! Fang Yin was as straight as if he didn't see it, and it was even more like he didn't feel anything, and he killed! There was a soft sound of "whoosh", and a corner of his clothes flew away in the wind, like a butterfly in the wind and rain. Under the agitation of the palm wind, and Mo Lian finally devoured its master, bravely became its might, the palm wind was strong, and it could no longer be controlled by others, no matter whose hands it was!

Enough, Mo Lian is fed up! Mo Lian has long been impatient, this is not Mo Lian's style, the following will be Mo Lian's solo dance Mo Lian's performance time! Keep your eyes open! Look good and look good! Mo Lian is a ruthless killer, Mo Lian is a bloodthirsty sword, Mo Lian is a terrifying snake! Just like the wind fueling the fire, under the wild wave of the arm, under the suppression of the palm wind, Mo Lian completely went berserk! Mo Lian frantically raged on and off the stage, on the side of the body in front of his eyes, like a thousand snakes dancing!

Do you ever remember that there is no reason for change and unprovoked illusion, and there is no way to prevent it, and the person who can drive him is no longer there, and Mo Lian has completely become an angry and violent snake! Mo Lian no longer has a master, no more! I only heard the sneering and sneering of the sword and the sound of silk cracking, and the scratches on the clothes followed, and the length was messy, and I don't know how many places they were scratched! A few pieces of broken clothes flew again, and they flew to the stage in the wind, and they fell a few exclaims! Suddenly, a sword picked up the hairpin, and the Taoist black silk was scattered like a waterfall, fluttering and jumping, still insufficient, and once again parted away, and finally completely broke off the fetters and went to destined-

Wilt.

In just a moment, the dark red blood had soaked the scratches on the body, and slowly and slowly wet the long clothes!

Thousands of hustles and bustles are no longer in the ears.

Fang Yin only felt a cold, a cold, a cold, and then a slight pain, a slight pain, just a slight pain.

The warm and humid heat slowly flowed down, slightly itchy, and there seemed to be many caterpillars crawling.

It's bleeding! It's bleeding, it's bleeding, how can you feel so comfortable, so happy!

Suddenly, the sideburns were also cool, and a long line passed through, from the tips of the eyebrows up-

Fang Yin didn't pay attention to it anymore, Fang Yin forgot everything, just blindly chased the past, and frantically danced the ink practice in his hand!

until the blood flowed into the eye sockets, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

Until exhaustion staggered, and the pace finally slowed, slowed, slower.

"Stop!Fang Yin, you!" Yue Ling's figure slowed down, and before he knew it, his arms hung down, and he was already moved! In front of him, he was covered in bruises, his face in front of him was covered with blood, and in front of him, he was wearing a cloak and chasing hard and fighting desperately, which made people think of a word called, tragic. This is not the scene Yue Ling wants to see, this is not the result Yue Ling wants to get, this is simply a senseless fight, senseless injuries and bleeding, and the original intention of the so-called competition has long been lost! Yue Ling was talking while retreating, but he didn't realize that the wound was cracked and blood was bleeding!

Fang Yin was stunned, but he still swung his sword and rushed forward, rushing, fighting!

"Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Stop!"

"Fang Yin-" "You-"

"Stop!"

"Ahh

The clothes were already messy and had already bloomed, and the blood stains on the bare white skin were shocking, and the blood beads splashed with a trace of rain, dripping onto the stage drop by drop! Everyone generally exclaimed, everyone changed their faces, everyone didn't want to see such a scene, everyone! However, Fang Yin couldn't see or hear it, Fang Yin was just gritting his teeth and fighting desperately, there was only one person in front of Fang Yin! Or Fang Yin's eyes were not a person but-

Destiny.

What has been painstakingly suppressed and struggled for many years has been completely released at this moment! There is no grievance, no inferiority, no jokes, no lies, those and all of them have flowed out with the blood, and let it pass! Fang Yin's blood is burning, burning his eyes red, burning heaven and earth, burning everything, including himself! Where is there any martial arts! Where is there any swordsmanship! There is only one thing that supports Fang Yin's tenacity in fighting the heavens and the earth, and that is innate, instinct!

At this moment, Fang Yin only felt that it was a joy that he had never had in his life, at this moment Fang Yin finally stripped off all the disguises so that there was no fear or a trace of pain, and the rebellious wildness that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time dormant in the blood and bone marrow finally erupted! Fang Yin was already red-eyed, Fang Yin lost to the point that he could no longer lose, Fang Yin became a complete gambler, he just wanted to fight with his life! He only wanted to gamble with his life, although he didn't know what he was gambling for, and what it was!

Fang Yin has forgotten himself!

Suddenly, with a roar, Mo Lian came out of his hand-

This throw was already exhausted, and Mo Lian roared and wheezed and rolled, frantically devouring forward-

Yue Ling turned sideways lightly and avoided it gently, as if he heard the other party's heart, that soft sigh-

The sword has been missed, the person is powerless, he finally admitted!

But at this time, Fang Yin jumped up and pounced, straight and absolutely without hesitation, just like a moth to a fire! Yue Ling's body was not down, and it was difficult to retreat, and he watched him crash into his arms, and he knew that there was no place behind him! Yes, yes, the big head was in front, and the vital points in his chest and abdomen were all visible, Yue Ling actually only needed to slap out a palm lightly, then. But what a menstrual face it was, with a terrible color dyed by dark red blood, straight eyebrows and straight eyebrows, and black hair on a smooth forehead, but his eyes could no longer be seen.

This is in, what to do?

Flashing light, thoughts intertwined, and in an instant, Yue Ling finally made a choice-

Shoot out with both palms, right in the shoulders!

Gently sent it over-

Yue Ling fell to the stage, stared at the stage, and said softly: "I lost." ”

Fang Yin sat on the stage and gasped rapidly, his eyes were hollow, and he seemed to be stupid.

Is this, won?

Everyone was stunned, and those who wanted to rush forward also stopped, quiet, quiet, very quiet for a while.

"Squeak squeak!" Only one hundred and eight squeaks in the distance squeaked, pointing at a black sword on the ground, and it was very bright!

And those children, who are still chasing and making noise without any taboos, are already crazy to play.

There was not the slightest joy, followed by a landslide-like exhaustion and loss of water, Fang Yin only felt that his mind was slowly clearing, and his body was slowly becoming cold, and his chest was almost suffocated! In a trance, it seemed that someone was surrounding him, as if someone was talking about something. In the midst of the humming, people were talking and talking, and they seemed to hear two words.

Wretched.

Pitiful! so pitiful! Pitiful, pathetic and ridiculous, I will fight for you, I will fight for you, in fact, I am here to deceive your pity and win your sympathy, yes, yes, this is me, it is my Fang Yin's thoughts from beginning to end, I just need you to know, how much I love you, I love you so much that I don't hesitate to sacrifice my life, I live for you! I just need you to understand, it's enough, enough, enough! Enough Fang Yin, don't act, lie to yourself, hahahaha, then why bother!

Yes, just take a look, and that's it.

At that time, she was gently wiping, looking at him tenderly, gently wiping the blood stains on his face with her sleeve.

And I, who fought bloodily for you, are so, that, so stingy, even if you look at it.

Why say more?

Before he could laugh out loud, he had lost his voice, and suddenly he woke up from a dream!

Then the heavens swirled, the earth turned, and the world was turned upside down.

There was a smile on his lips.

The remnant sun is like blood.