Due to their different concentrations and mentalities, the "eight wolves" were despised by the other party and broke the tacit understanding between them, and three or four of them began to move.

That's what Xie Chenfeng needs.

The decisive battle is changing rapidly.

The process of the decisive battle is like a dazzling meteor fleeting in the quiet sky.

The magnificent scene contains the charm of devastating decay.

However, the author wanted to show the wonderful picture in slow motion.

Xie Chenfeng jumped like an agile spirit fox.

The "cold-blooded eight wolves" stared at each other, and tightened their grip on the handle of the knife more calmly and stubbornly.

A cold light, sword light, cold rain, and forbearance.

The "Ruthless Swordsman" seems to be in danger of being swallowed up by a storm.

Heroes are invincible with four hands, and heroes can't stand up to many people.

However, the arrow is on the bow, and it is difficult to recover it.

Xie Chenfeng's body hung in the air.

As soon as it lands, the "Ruthless Swordsman" may be chaotic.

How can humans and non-birds fly, the "ruthless swordsman" seems to be dead.

However, Xie Chenfeng is outstanding, and he can always save the day.

At the moment when he was suspended in the air, he pulled a handful of leaves, like a goddess scattering flowers into the array.

It was this seemingly insignificant act that made the "cold-blooded eight wolves" fail.

The "Cold-Blooded Eight Wolves" reflexively swung a knife quickly and ferociously almost at the same time.

One knife missed, and the second knife did not rise.

The gap in the connection of the moves is the flaw.

Xie Chenfeng has experienced a hundred battles and will not take the wrong opportunity.

The "cold-blooded eight wolves" didn't have time to swing two knives.

The "Ruthless Swordsman" has struck.

Infinite sword, sword ruthlessness, a sword out, meteorfall.

The Wuji Sword is like a divine dragon with no head but no tail.

The sword light is like a wind sweeping and the remnants of the leaves are fleeting.

The life of the "cold-blooded eight wolves" is like withering leaves one after another.

Only in the electric light and flint, the soul of the "eight wolves" is scattered.

The eyebrows of the "Cold-Blooded Eight Wolves" were dotted with a deadly and bright red sword flower.

Xie Chenfeng still stood indifferently as if standing out from the crowd, and his pupils were written with a faint indifference and boredom.

What was in front of him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

One of the "Eight Wolves" hugged Xie Chenfeng's thigh in despair and brutally at the dying moment, staring at Xie Chenfeng's eyes.

The dead fish-like pupils were marked with viciousness and suspicion.

There is such a magical sword in the world.

Xie Chenfeng didn't seem to have drawn his sword.

The "Star Shifting and Turning" array, known as the iron wall, collapsed instantly.

The "Eight Wolves" have 10,000 unwillingness in their hearts.

The "Ruthless Swordsman" stands proudly.

The eyes were staring at each other, and there was silence.

Everyone has their own sorrows.

People in the rivers and lakes have involuntary sorrow.

The man was so angry that he drooped his head and fell to the soles of Xie Chenfeng's feet.

This time he killed eight people, who can save his evil soul?

Xie Chenfeng was emaciated and miserable.

Xie Chenfeng has a better understanding of the cruelty of the rivers and lakes.

Who could have known how hard the duel would be.

The sword is elegant, but it is a ruthless weapon.

The famous sword is even more terrifying.

Everyone looks forward to the chic and elegant moment of wielding a sword.

But who knows the sorrow behind the sword style, grievances, hatred, life and death, honor and disgrace, intrigue and competition for fame and fortune.

The prophet has the sorrow of the prophet, and the ignorance has the sorrow of ignorance.

The rivers and lakes already have countless sorrows.

The world is like a sword, and sooner or later the person who fights the sword will not escape the fate of burying the sword.

Xie Chenfeng was obsessed with lingering feelings.

He was almost struck down by endless sorrow.

I had an unpremonition in my heart that there was a great and deadly danger approaching me like a ghost.

His hunch was correct.

I don't know when a female killer with a graceful posture suddenly appeared behind him, wearing a violet blue shirt, the faint fragrance of plum blossoms in her body exuded like nothing, wearing a blue linoleum cloak, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, and her charming and intelligent Danfeng eyes showed a cold and scorching light.

Just by a pair of beautiful and sparkling eyes, you can know that this is a peerless beauty.

A bone-chilling chill swept through the body like a tide, and his heart suddenly contracted inexplicably, and there was a trace of tension and fear in his heart that he had never felt before.

The time has finally come, Xie Chenfeng has mixed feelings: Xiao Shang, do you really hate me so much? Do you have to kill him quickly? After so many years, are you still living in resentment?

Although Qian Qin's purple gauze covered his face, Xie Chenfeng was still able to confirm the identity of the person who came. This was a no-brainer for him, how could he not recognize the lover he had loved so much? Her eyes, her face, her body fragrance, her breath, her temperament, he had dreamed of countless times in the past three years.

From the time Yuan Chengzhi mentioned it, Xie Chenfeng had a hunch that Qian Qinzhen might be a "heartless swordsman", but he was unwilling to admit this fact in his heart. At the time of the decisive battle between the "Pinqi Pavilion" and Xia Wanchun, he had already confirmed the truth;

When Xie Chenfeng heard the nickname "Heartless Swordsman," he couldn't help but feel sad; what a name for sadness and despair!

Time seemed to stand still in an instant, and the heavens and the earth were reduced to nothingness.

Lovers who were once infatuated with each other seem to have traveled through a time tunnel through the century, and now they meet unexpectedly.

The four eyes are like stars, graceful and flowing, and the past is like a dream.

Chenfeng, why should you come back when you are gone? I swore never to see you, I thought I could forget you completely. When I thought I had forgotten you, you suddenly appeared in my life, and the moment I saw you, I realized that I hadn't forgotten at all. Why do you want to come back? Why? Since we are already strangers and have no intersections, it is just that, but you and I have different positions and are destined to meet each other, how do you let me choose how to face it?

Can you understand my choice and helplessness? Can you understand the pain of my love but can't? Love has become empty, love has turned to ashes, I know that it is the same now, no matter what I say or do, it is a mistake. How can I resolve the resentment in your heart? For the past three years, I have been unable to extricate myself and have been living in endless guilt and pain. In the past three years, I have been paralyzed and drunk, and I deliberately forced myself to completely forget the time I used to get along, but I couldn't. If my death can pay off the love debt you owe three years ago, I can let you pay it as you wish.

"Heartless Swordsman" The dark and bright pupils stared at the other party's eyes, and said sarcastically and indifferently: "It is said that the swordsmanship of the 'Ruthless Swordsman' is worthy of its reputation, but I want to learn how to be ruthless. ”

The "Heartless Swordsman" resolutely and calmly held the hilt of the sword and approached Xie Chenfeng step by step.

Words are like knives, heartbreaking.

Xie Chenfeng didn't fall, he was very sad: his beloved wanted to kill him.

His limbs felt cold and stiff, and his breathing seemed to be suffocating.

Danger was gradually approaching like a dark cloud, but Xie Chenfeng seemed to be unaware of it.

Life and death are at stake!

One step, two steps, three steps......

The "Heartless Swordsman" suddenly swung his sword, the sword was like lightning, floating like a frightening flood, revealing a wonder that could only be understood and indescribable.

Xie Chenfeng suddenly woke up from his dream, and reflexively swung the Infinite Sword.

Infinite sword, sword ruthless, a sword out, meteor fall.

Their swordsmanship seemed so ordinary.

The two of them felt that they couldn't hide from each other.

The opponent's sword seemed sluggish and simple, but it contained an endless and sharp murderous aura.

The extremely profound martial arts are precisely to return to simplicity and be approachable.

Adapting to changes and adapting to changes is a profound and lofty martial arts realm.

Empty doors everywhere, golden shields everywhere, but empty doors can be sealed at any time.

The sword of the "Heartless Swordsman" seems to be faster than the sword of the "Heartless Swordsman".

The Infinite Sword seemed to have suddenly fallen into an evil spirit, and it stopped for a moment in the middle of the process.

It was this fleeting moment that the "Heartless Swordsman" keenly captured the flaw that made the opponent fatal.

The ruthless sword pierced Xie Chenfeng's heart, and blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly staining his chest red.

The "Heartless Swordsman's" face was as white as paper, and his pink and thin lips trembled in pain.

Her hand flickered from the hilt of her sword.

She couldn't believe that she had killed her beloved with her own hands, and she couldn't help but shake her head and take a few steps back.

Although she hated him to the point of gritting her teeth, she didn't really think about killing him.

The target was obviously the opponent's left arm, but the opponent quickly changed his body shape and exposed the flaws in his chest.

"Heartless Swordsman" Qian Qinzhen's swordsmanship has not yet reached the highest level of doing whatever he wants, and it is too late to withdraw the sword he swings with concentration.

Such an outcome was not what she wanted.

She felt her heart suddenly ripped out, and it hurt to the core.

She hated herself for being so uncompromising, and she had deliberately cultivated a ruthless heart for so many years, but she could never completely erase the sorrowful and affectionate tenderness.

How can you be a ruthless person?

Xie Chenfeng seemed to have lost her flow, and she suddenly felt infinite sadness and loss.

It suddenly dawned on me that all my thoughts were shattered, and that I had been living on bitter love and hatred for so many years.

If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and the Tao seems to be affectionate but ruthless.

Once agreed to walk the cape, today it is a stranger, it is difficult to meet each other, who lives and dies together?

Who can hear the crying voice in their hearts, but pray that they can stay with Chenfeng in the next life.

Xie Chenfeng's pupils were written with a faint sadness, and he covered his bleeding heart in a daze, and said dismally: "The love debt owed can finally be settled now." He stumbled and fell to the ground.

Qian Qinzhen was shocked, Xie Chenfeng had known who she was for a long time, and he had always known it.

However, Xie Chenfeng didn't say it, because some words can only be buried forever.

Speaking out can only make the small merchant more sad, and it can only make Wanchun hurt more.

In that case, it is better to rot.

The body couldn't help but tremble, and the beautiful bright and resentful eyes gradually filled with tears.

Crystal and cool tears fell drop by drop into the dust.

The heart is infinitely sour, infinitely sad: since you have left, why do you want to come back?

When the "Blue Blood Swordsman" Yuan Chengzhi hurried here, the situation was irreparable, and he knew that Xie Chenfeng had fallen from the sword and stained his chest with blood.

He beat his chest and regretted it: "Why is it always late to make people miserable? There is Li Yan first and then Chen Feng, but I haven't saved any of them, even if I have martial arts, what is the use?"

Yuan Chengzhi originally had a lot of important things to tell Xie Chenfeng, but he was afraid that his friend would be sad and didn't dare to tell the truth, so he hesitated.

Li Laiheng repeated the tragedy of Li Zicheng, who was stubborn and self-serving, put an end to loyalty, listened to slanderous rumors, and killed Li Xu, the pillar of the righteous army.

The Qing army had pacified the Shaanxi and Jin Dynasties, and Li Laiheng led the remnants into Maolu Mountain in Xingshan County.

This is not only a personal sorrow, but also a historical sorrow.

Looking back at history, the early peasant uprisings were surging, but in the end it was the landlord class who dominated the world. The peasant uprisings seemed to be inescapable of escaping fate, and in later stages they always became arrogant and lascivious, and the results were either failed or overthrown or exploited.

"Little Chuang King" Li Laiheng has already disappointed Xie Chenfeng.

Yuan Chengzhi still has a suspicion that he has not easily said; the "Ming Military Defense Map" stolen by Xie Chenfeng may be fake.

He heard the definite news: Ma Shiying, the secretary of the military department of the Southern Ming Dynasty, had sold himself to seek glory and had presented the "Ming Military Defense Map" to Dolgon.

All people are pawns and are used, including "Heartless Swordsman", "Heartless Swordsman" and others.

The layout is the famous and respected Nanming military department Shangshu Ma Shiying.

No one thought that Ma Shiying's ill-intentioned intentions would eventually ruin the Southern Ming Dynasty.

The picture was fake from the beginning, and around this fake thing, the bloody wind and blood in the rivers and lakes broke the net.

In the end, it is a fruitless result, which is simply a comical and absurd farce.

Xie Chenfeng's face was bloodless, and he gradually lost the strength of life, and his voice was extremely weak: "You don't have to avenge me, I was trapped by love and bound by vulgarity during my lifetime, I hope that my ashes can follow the shadow of my brother Tai to the famous mountains and rivers, and forget it, but the long-cherished wish of Xianyun Yehe is unrestrained." ”

Such a simple wish for ordinary people seemed so extravagant to Xie Chenfeng.

Buried in the love field, there is no regret until death. This is the feeling of a "ruthless swordsman".

Yuan Chengzhi reluctantly hugged his friend and cried bitterly.

Wars to maintain or re-establish power are cold, and it is inevitable that relatives will fight each other.

He is also worthy of the loyalty and righteousness of the king, and the military plan did not leave others behind after all.

Qian Qinzhen put the "Military Defense Map" and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Yuan Chengzhi suddenly stopped her.

Qian Qinzhen said warily: "Do you think the Golden Snake Sword is better than the Wuji Sword?

Yuan Chengzhi said calmly: "Actually, you are defeated first, and the Wuji Sword is even better." ”

The "Heartless Swordsman" looked at Yuan Chengzhi in disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi pointed out that there were traces of a sword cut on her waist.

However, the "Heartless Swordsman" did not notice it.

Xie Chenfeng's swordsmanship is indeed shocking, his proportions are so precise that the sword breaks through his underwear and does not reach his skin.

It's just that his second sword didn't block the opponent's first sword in time.

The speed of the Infinite Sword is at least half a sword faster.

After all, the Infinite Sword is much faster than the Ruthless Sword.

It stands to reason that it should not be the "ruthless swordsman" who falls.

Qian Qinzhen's pupils were filled with endless sorrow and confusion; why was this so? Xie Chenfeng would give birth to her and would die.

Maybe he still has a crush on her, or maybe he feels he owes her too much.

"Blue Blood Swordsman" Yuan Chengzhi's point of view on swords is to the point.

From time immemorial to the present, the Lord of the world.

If you have a heart, you live, and if you don't have a heart, you die.

The unity of man and sword (also the unity of heart and sword) is the highest state of swordsmanship, the sword is born from the heart, and the heart follows the sword.

It is possible to attain the most affectionate and sexual beings.

Famous swords also have a soul and spirituality, and have become an inseparable part of the swordsman himself.

The "Heartless Swordsman" deliberately cultivates the Heartless Sword, and it can only be a sword forever.

The contest between affection and ruthlessness is slightly better.

The "Blue Blood Swordsman" Yuan Chengzhi immediately said several explosive news, which made Qian Qinzhen almost collapse.

The current "Ming Military Defense Map" is simply fake; in June 1645, the city of Nanjing was broken; Xia Wanchun was also arrested for betrayal by traitors.

The poems written by Xia Wanchun in Nanjing Prison were popular among the people, inspiring the anti-Qing righteous aspirations to go forward and succeed. Among them, the representative works are the impassioned and singing and crying "Farewell to the Clouds":

"Three years of detention of tourists, today and the southern crown. Infinite rivers and mountains tears, who says that the world is wide.

It is known that the spring road is near, and it is difficult to say goodbye to his hometown. On the day of the return of the soul, the spirit flag is seen in the sky. ”

She now desperately longed to have a broad and steady shoulder on which she could lean on.

Her husband, Xia Wanchun, is now the only relative she can rely on in the world.

Qian Qinzhuan cried like a stream and couldn't cry silently, and Huo Ran was worried about Xia Wanchun.

She swore in her heart that she would save her husband at any cost.

"Blue Blood Swordsman" Yuan Chengzhi looked up to the sky with boredom and sighed bitterly: "In vain to call a generation of swordsmen, there is no one in the world, what is the use of a famous sword?"

The cold light flashed, the sword was not rocky, and the hilt was exposed. (The "Sword Stone" in Jiangsu Province has now become a famous tourist attraction.) ）

Yuan Chengzhi, the "blue-blooded swordsman" who dominates the rivers and lakes, has since sealed his sword.

Hong Chengchou, the former prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, was sweating profusely with shame and embarrassed. Hong Chengchou, who was the Manchu Qing "appeasement envoy to Jiangnan", presided over the interrogation of 17-year-old Xia Wanchun. He originally thought that it would be easy to recruit the young Xia Wanchun with both soft and hard. Hong Chengchou, who thought he was smart, was scolded and humiliated by Xia Wanchun with a smile.

Dolgon, the commander of the Qing army, kept reassuring him: "Mr. Hengjiu, I've embarrassed you. (Hong Chengchou, Hong Hengjiu). As a generation of heroes, Dolgon admires the young hero Xia Wanchun's loyalty, courage and wisdom.

Hong Chengchou sighed: "Even if Su Qin's tongue is advantageous, he can't take away his mind, although he is a genius, he can't be used by me." ”

Each man has his own ambition, each for his own master, and cannot be forced.

Dolgon's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he was silent and sneered, and his bright eyes revealed a deep regret.

Heroes cherish heroes.

Dolgon decided to meet the legendary young hero before Xia Wanchun died.

Xia Wanchun, who was wearing shackles in prison, was chatting and laughing with his teacher Chen Zilong without worry.

Dorgon admired him even more with his open-mindedness in the face of death. It was the first time he saw this young general with the reputation of "prodigy".

Xia Wanchun is less than twenty years old, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, like beautiful and twinkling stars in the blue sea and sky, shining with the brilliance of sensitivity and intelligence. The round face is covered with a layer of slight redness that can only be found after being exposed to the wind and sun, which makes him look mature and coached. The handsome cheeks are slightly spicy without revealing it, revealing a reserved self-confidence that is neither arrogant nor humble, and has a special temperament intertwined with calm and elegance, which looks otherworldly.

The jailer was in awe when he introduced Dolgon's identity to Xia Wanchun.

Dorgon was 35 years old at the time, his slightly squinted eyes shone sharply and wisely from time to time under thick eyebrows, his high cheekbones hooked his nose, and his purple cheeks shrugged coldly revealing a kind of stoicism and fortitude.

is also a contemporary handsome, but he can't share the world.

Dolgon sighed in his heart.

Dolgon said heartily: "Today, no matter what official business, I just want to see the general's demeanor, and I have admired the general's wisdom and courage for a long time. ”

Xia Wanchun's face was ashamed, and he said with a little regret: "How dare you compare it with Your Excellency's far-sightedness and Tao Wei, although I am not born at the right time, I wish to die as a ghost, and I will gallop with Your Excellency to compete in the Central Plains." ”

"Well said! It's really a pleasure to meet you. "Dolgon didn't care about Xia Wanchun's frivolity.

Xia Wanchun said a wish: "The eldest husband stands between heaven and earth, he does not want to kneel to live, nor does he want to kneel to die, if he can die under the knife of Pingxi Hou, I have no regrets in this life." ”

Although Xia Wanchun and Wu Sangui are opponents, they have never competed head-on. Although he disdained Wu's character, he admired Wu's sword skills very much.

Isn't it a happy thing to have a long-cherished wish in your heart and get it fulfilled at the end of your life?

Dolgon is actually chivalrous and tender, and he promised Xia Wanchun's request before his death.

In the ninth lunar month of 1647 AD, 17-year-old Xia Wanchun calmly walked to the execution ground in the west of Nanjing.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the gray clouds are pressing down on the city.

The sound of heavy shackles rubbing against the ground was particularly clear and sonorous.

Ambition dies before it is rewarded, where is the broken family of mountains and rivers?

The wind is like a knife, the face is painful and the heart is broken, and the sideburns are messy.

Xia Wanchun walked pathetic and chanted, "What is the extreme love of Chu Chu, and the death of Qin is not peaceful." The wind is clear and strong, and the flag is bright in danger. Su pays the homeland, and the ship is dead and alive. Hu Ji hated for eternity, and a piece of moon came to the city. ”

The Qing soldiers had already been facing the enemy and imposed martial law on Xishi half an hour in advance.

Today's executioner Wu Sangui looks different from the past, thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a vegetarian body, a copper-colored face, sharp edges and corners, appearing resolute and calm, tiger eyes are fierce and arrogant, and sometimes there is a hint of cunning.

His face was stiff and indifferent, and his right hand stood motionless with the hilt of the Green Dragon Glaive, like a clay sculpture.

No one would notice a trace of melancholy and loneliness inadvertently revealed in Wu Sangui's tiger eyes.

The concubine Chen Yuanyuan felt disheartened with Wu Sangui after the Qing Dynasty, and she began to live a life of green lantern and wooden fish in the meditation room alone.

Wu Sangui He had thought of bearing the eternal infamy of "rushing to the crown and being angry for a red face", and he had no better choice at that time when there was no room for delay, unless he was slaughtered.

He didn't want to lose Yuanyuan, but Chen Yuanyuan sneered at his groveling.

Xia Wanchun and Wu Sangui, the two former rivals, were strangers after meeting on the execution ground, and the two looked at each other silently and instantly went their own way, and the pupils were full of indifference and loneliness.

All the people are like wood carvings, waiting for the time to behold.

The execution ground of Nuoda was silent, and the sound of the heart rhythm could be heard.

Time seems to be extraordinarily long.

The autumn wind permeates the bone marrow inch by inch.

The cold lips were bloodless, and the body trembled.

The errand soldier cursed the bad weather countless times in his heart.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and the sky was gloomy.

Suddenly, a strong and eerie hurricane blew out of thin air, and seven or eight signboards of the West Market store, "Bang Dang, Bang Dang!" were smashed to the ground in a thrilling manner.

The hour has come!

The warden sat down in shock and threw out the execution token in a desperate manner.

Wu Sangui, who had been closing his eyes and concentrating, suddenly slashed at Xia Wanchun's neck with a fierce backhand like a lion awakening.

In an instant, as fast as lightning, the sword light flashed, and the token fell to the ground.

Go down with a knife and break the world! Thousands of achievements and demerits, and the coffin is conclusive.

Time and space seem to freeze in an instant.

A thrilling scene, suddenly like a dream.

Wu Sangui is as quiet as a stone carving, with his feet forked, holding a knife in one hand, and the knife has no bloodstains.

Xia Wanchun was as quiet as a stone, and his expression froze. However, a thin mark as thin as a yarn gradually appeared on his neck, and then a rice-sized bead of red blood oozed from between the thin marks.

The skull suddenly fell to the ground, and his mouth shouted, "What a quick knife!

In an instant, a beam of stunning and hot blood from the mouth of the neck spurted out violently and violently, soaring into the sky.

The headless body actually stood still like a tenacious rock pine.

The blood practice is magnificent, magical, and shocking.

A thrilling thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the air, and a violent storm followed by surprise.

Heaven mourns talents, and the earth bows down and weeps.

Author: Snow Dustless

The book was completed on March 8, 2016