The mist enveloped the sky and the earth, and the hoarfrost blinded people's hearts. There are many tears like dew, and I don't know how to cherish an inch.

The man with Scarface was armed with two thick knives and dragged two sparks on the ground, chasing after the two women. The two women are one older and one young, the older one is afraid that he has passed his old age, and the wrinkles on his face are all dissolved together, and his legs and feet are one step deeper and one step shallow, all supported by the young woman beside him.

The young woman was dressed in turquoise clothes, and she had already reflected a little plum blossom, dyed red.

The scarface man danced with two knives, and his body turned three times in succession, like a whirlwind, which seemed clumsy, but he danced himself impermeably, and wrenched every inch of his body in half a zhang.

No mosquito or fly can escape his attack.

He suddenly approached, and his twin knives turned into a sinking momentum, and he slashed down with all his might. This man is not strong, but he can dance with two swords, but he seems to have the power to open the mountain.

The woman in green turned around in an instant, raised her sword for a square, and the slender long sword of clinker couldn't help the other party at all, and was chopped in two. The woman's wrist was shocked, and her mouth cracked, and blood dripped down.

The old woman suddenly stopped, pushed the girl in green, and said in a deep voice: "Ya'er, you go quickly, Hugh will take care of the old body!"

"Grandma!" the girl in green stumbled backwards, only to see that the old woman had fallen towards the scar-faced man.

"The old body has lived for most of his life, he has never seen any storms and waves, and he has been afraid of many things in his life, but he has never been afraid of death. People who are always half-cut into the ground, why die!"

The scarface man laughed wildly, raised his hand and shot down the three hidden weapons thrown by the old woman, and grabbed the old woman's heavenly spirit cover with his backhand, only sneering: "Old thing, look at your three-legged cat's kung fu, no matter how young you are thirty years old, it is not enough for Lao Tzu to kill with one sword!"

"Dog thief, let go of my grandmother!" the girl in green screamed, her voice clear and desolate.

"Hahahaha! Little Nizi, why hurry! When Lao Tzu crushes the head of this old thing, he will come to pamper you!"

He laughed wantonly, and when the sky was a foot high, his laughter would be a foot higher, as if he wanted to compete with the sky.

In the hustle and bustle, the old woman's faint gasping sound was faintly heard, and as the five fingers of the scarface man gradually tightened, her cloudy eyes slowly bulged out.

Where someone plays the flute and strokes the piano, and where someone sings and chants, it is the hearts of the people, the hearts of the people.

The old woman's consciousness has been clouded for six or seven minutes, with tears in the corners of her eyes, but a smile on the corners of her lips. When some people die, they carry great resentment and hatred, and when some people die, they can see it openly. Now the princes will be acquainted with each other, and after a hundred years, the loess will be gone.

Eventually, eventually, it will go.

She exerted all her strength and gently waved an old hand, as if whispering to someone: "Ya'er, go, go, go." ”

In the gray and white color of the middle of the morning and half of the dusk, a sword light flew from where, as if a certain star embedded in the sky had also fallen for no reason.

The sword swept across a trail and stopped at Scarface's side.

"Big grandma!"

At that scream, the old woman's chaotic consciousness immediately came to her senses, gasped for breath, and reached out to touch a severed hand from the top of her head, blood dripping on the placket of her clothes.

It's always you who sing and I appear, and no one can monopolize the high stage. The Scarface man screamed and hung his head, one of his right hands gone.

"Who!

He raised his brows, his eyes furrowed, and the veins on his forehead bulged out as if he were mad. After shouting, the double knife can only be held in one hand and one in the mouth.

Looking sideways, there was an indigo sword stabbed diagonally beside him, cutting off one of his hands, but not a drop of blood was stained, like a gentleman standing on a high mountain or leaning on a pavilion. Just standing there quietly, it gave birth to a majestic momentum.

He "pedaled" three steps back, his cheeks were as pale as paper, sweat was dripping, and he looked at it from afar.

When will I see the young man - in the lonely winding path, when the lights are dim, see you at this time, in the eyes, in the heart, in the nightmare.

The man couldn't see his face clearly, his whole body was covered with a layer of mist, and he seemed to be holding something in his arms, and he couldn't care about it. Scarface lost all courage in his heart, and he would rather rush into the crowd and fight than face such a person.

The girl in green had already lifted the old woman up, and the scarface man fled away. The old woman muttered to herself: "On our Hutou Island, is there still such a dashing character? Which family's descendants are they?"

Hutou Island is in the middle of a barren sea, and once it suffers, it can be said that there is no way to retreat and no reinforcements. But when the man came nearer, neither of them recognized him.

Although there are hundreds of people on the island, there are only so many people, except for the subordinates and those who do not practice martial arts, how many people are left who can have such kung fu?

The man passed by the sword, and with a slight flip of his fingers, as if a flower had been pierced through the air, and the touch of his ring finger on the hilt of the sword brought the sword into its own sheath.

"This son!" the girl in green called urgently, but the person was like a demon and entered the obstacle, as if he couldn't see her at all, and didn't pay attention to her, it was clear that he was not walking fast, but he was already far away in a few breaths, "Thank you......"

She blushed and murmured softly.

When she turned around, she saw that the old woman's body was trembling slightly, her eyes were a little divergent, as if she had lost her soul, she asked urgently: "Grandma, grandma, what's wrong with you!"

"Fold ...... Folding Hands, this is Folding Hands Folding Flowers, who the hell is he!" she couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad on her face, just as she didn't know whether the man meant good or evil.

"Is it a very powerful martial art, is it even more powerful than our family's Linghe Finger?"

The old woman smiled bitterly and shook her head without answering. Turning around, he said, "It's time to go, Ya'er, you still have tomorrow." ”

"Big Grandma ......"

The old woman turned around and walked on the road when she came, and said quietly: "The sun outside is a little dazzling, and the old man's legs and feet are not flexible, so I just stay here and bury myself here." ”

The girl in green refused to do anything, and she would never dare to disobey the old woman, the old woman could regret it when she left, but she would never let the people who died for her give their lives in vain.

Alone, he walked on the way away.

Before she reached the ferry, she saw the big boat docked on the shore, where did the big boat come from, did the man bring it? She continued to walk, and walked to the ferry, but I don't know how many people were guarding the ferry.

She tightened the sword in her hand.

There are people fighting everywhere, human life is just a game in the floating world, a glass of turbid wine, if you win, if you are not drunk, then move on to the next game, then drink another glass of wine, if you lose, if you are drunk, the game is terminated, then you are drunk for years.

The winding path that Leng Xiao walked was stained with blood every step of the way. The grass and trees were still gently swaying in the breeze, and they seemed to be annoyed by the stickiness on their bodies.

He glanced at the sky, gently kissed the eyebrows of the person in his arms, and said abruptly, "Lingxi, it's dawn." ”