Pieces of clothing are like wounded butterflies, like decaying dead leaves, falling slowly in the air.

More than ten years of family affection, fleeting grace broke off.

Love is so weak that it can't help but be windy, just like a beautiful flower bud that needs to be cared for.

I don't know if it's a precious compliment to family affection or a fragile ridicule, who can say clearly?

At the moment when the corner of his clothes fell, Xie Chenfeng seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heartbreak, as if he could hear the sound of his soul crying.

Extreme grief and despair were like ropes strangulating Chenfeng's already scarred heart.

Meditating and meditating, the voices and faces of the parents seem to be still in front of them, the earnest teachings seem to be still in the ears, and the warm picture of the two brothers eating and sleeping together and playing with classmates is still vivid.

He didn't have time to repay the Xia family for more than ten years of nurturing and reconstruction, and now it ended in such an unexpected way, so that he Xie Chenfeng still had the face to meet his adoptive father and adoptive mother on Huangquan Road.

He didn't shed tears or fall down, Chen Feng's teeth bit his tightly pursed lips in pain, and before he knew it, he was biting blood, and he was trying his best to suppress the spasms of his heart.

Chen Feng's way to alleviate his pain was to replace one pain with another, and there was no better way for him to do it, his heart was already broken.

Xie Chenfeng hoped that the pain of the body could suppress the pain of the soul.

The effect was not significant, it only calmed him down, but it was enough to do so, and he could at least protect himself when he was in danger.

Although the heart still hurts, it doesn't matter, at least you can prove that you are still alive.

Xie Chenfeng's face barely squeezed out a bitter smile, "You are so outstanding that you are willing to commit to such a corrupt court, it is really a pearl to cast a secret vote." ”

A dynasty is in desperate need of heroes, I don't know if it is the sorrow of the dynasty or the sorrow of heroes?

Xia Wanchun's face was awe-inspiring and his eyes were resolute, "Born to be a Ming man, die to be a Ming ghost, why don't you say more, please take out the sword!" Finally able to have the opportunity to compete with the world-famous swordsman, on the contrary, Xia Wanchun was full of expectation and excitement in private. For those who practice martial arts, being able to compete with the peak master is a coveted glory and pursuit.

Xie Chenfeng felt infinite fatigue and sadness, and remembered Cao Zhi's seven-step poem sadly: "Boiling beans burns beans, beans cry in the kettle, they are born from the same root, why are they in a hurry to fry each other!"

Although he and Wan Chun are not biological, they seem to be biological brothers, and today they are going to turn against each other and become tense, Xie Chenfeng's pupils are covered with a layer of sour and hazy haze. The scenes of the two getting along day and night in the past are like a warm picture reappearing in my mind.

Xie Chenfeng felt that something was stabbing the most fragile and soft part of his soul, and the pain made his body tremble. What qualifications do you have to fight back? His life was originally a gift from the Xia family, and now it is natural for Xia Wanchun to want to take it, and he Xie Chenfeng has no regrets.

However, he can't let Chun dispose of his life now, and must live to fulfill a promise: to hand over the "Military Defense Map" to "King Xiaochuang".

Xie Chenfeng's mood at this time was complicated, and he was in a difficult situation; if he accidentally injured his brother, wouldn't he be ungrateful?

Xia Wanchun walked in front without hesitation, Xie Chenfeng followed behind in silence, and the frequency of their footsteps was almost the same.

Xia Wanchun's steps seemed resolute and urgent, and Xie Chenfeng's steps appeared strong and steady.

But it is not the footsteps of ordinary people, and he is definitely a top master. Between the steps and the fall, the soles of the feet of the complete Chun are dusty and flying, and the soles of the feet of Chenfeng are traceless and dust-free.

The two of them didn't say a word all the way, and there was a suffocating dullness in the air.

All the preparation process must be done by sprinting, including relaxing the muscles, accumulating internal strength, adjusting the mindset and thinking strategy.

The two sides almost unanimously stopped, only one step apart, Xia Wanchun walked 22 steps, and Xie Chenfeng walked 21 steps. In other words, adjusting to the state of the decisive battle, Xia Wanchun took one step more time than Xie Chenfeng.

But it is not enough to explain the outcome of the decisive battle that will take place, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, Xia Wanchun's preparation is one step further, and Xie Chenfeng's skills are even higher.

The decisive battle is imminent!

Xia Wanchun was calm and unhurried, and Xie Chen's heart was like stopping water.

Due to the opportunity of history, the two young heroes met on this narrow road, just like the stars and the moon, and the brilliance was dazzling.

The eyes of both sides stared at each other in silence, Wanchun's gaze was as sharp and cold as a knife, and Chenfeng's gaze was soft and quiet.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, the pupils of the complete chun are written to kill, and the pupils of the wind are written to be plain.

Chen Feng is even more frightening than Wan Chun, he can hardly see any change in his psychology from his pupils, and if he can't see through his psychology, he naturally can't find weaknesses, and no one can defeat an opponent who doesn't have weaknesses.

Xie Chenfeng's hands naturally hung down and stood in a T-shaped step, the empty door of the whole body was plausible, because there was no artificiality, just an instant change, all the empty doors may not be empty doors.

Xia Wan Chunping held the Benlei Knife, the tip of the knife pointed straight, his head slightly bowed, and his eyes followed the cold blade and squinted at the other party coldly.

He didn't know how to attack, because all the flaws might not be flaws.

He had never met such a formidable and formidable opponent in his life, and the "Ruthless Swordsman" was indeed not in vain.

After a stalemate of three seconds, Chenfeng's lips seemed to purse inadvertently.

Do you have to attack?

In an instant, the chill of the enemy quickly swept through Xia Wanchun's brain.

Xie Chenfeng's face showed a strange and sly smile, his hands were calmly behind his back, and the T-shaped steps moved into small parallel steps. Judging by his demeanor, it seems that he is not here for a decisive battle, but as if he has come to enjoy the mountains and rivers leisurely.

Xia Wanchun asked curiously, "What is the funny thing?" ”

"Now that we have cut off our robes, how should we call our relationship?"

Xia Wanchun couldn't cry or laugh when he heard the words, he felt that the other party was really an unbelievable person, the enemy was about to fight a decisive battle, he was actually thinking about this matter, and he was really convinced.

Who understands Xie Chenfeng's great wisdom and foolishness? He has the initiative in the decisive battle, and Xia Wanchun is already following his rhythm. Xia Wanchun originally planned to fight a quick battle in one go, but who expected that Huo Ran would stop when the fighting spirit was high, and his strong morale would naturally be damaged.

Xie Chenfeng is not a disdainful person, and he is really forced to play a trick. He must ensure that both sides are unscathed, and to do so he must win, and the best way to win is, of course, to weaken the enemy.

The Xia family has the grace of reinvention in themselves, and they must not hurt Xia Wanchun, otherwise wouldn't he Xie Chenfeng be ungrateful?

Xia Wanchun pondered for a moment, "It is most appropriate to call it the word opponent." ”

"Opponent, yes! I like that title. "Respectful and warm words for opponents. A similar scene seems to have reappeared, isn't that what he used to call the "Wind and Dust Qin Saint"?

Xia Wanchun's tone was a hint of ridicule and boredom, "If you have any other interesting things, you might as well say and share them together, so as not to interfere with the competition." ”

Xie Chen said gloomily: "I can't think of it for the time being." Without saying a word, he stared sharply and indifferently into the other's eyes.

The decisive battle is imminent!

Imminent!

The two sides have already felt the thick and awe-inspiring murderous aura from their opponents.

The absolute tranquility, like the dead silence of the grave, makes people feel extremely suffocated.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building, which is a unique and dreary silence before the unprecedented war.

Now there is only the opponent in the eyes of both sides, and everything else seems to be gone.

The two sides are preoccupied with this decisive battle, which is not only a personal life and death honor and disgrace, but also related to the rise and fall of the dynasty affected by the "military defense map".

The two sides carefully observed the words and looks, and remained unmoved as if they were stone carvings.

Everything seemed to have frozen at this point, and all that was circulating in the air was a breathtaking gaze.

Both sides seem to be accumulating internal strength, seem to be waiting for the opportunity, and seem to be looking for flaws.

The contest between the two sides is concentration and mind.

They meticulously listened and felt each other's breath.

Not only the eyes, but also the breath can also reflect the subtle psychological changes.

No one dares to make a rash move, even if the preemptive strike can seize the opportunity, it will also be easy to expose flaws.

It was so wordless and indifferent that it was stalemate.

Behind a tree, a pair of bright and beautiful eyes were coldly watching what was happening here, and the two sides of the decisive battle were unaware.

This is a beautiful woman, dressed in a violet blue shirt, wearing a pink cloak, eyebrows like willow leaves, charming and intelligent Danfeng eyes exuding a cold and scorching light.

Her face is delicate, her cheekbones are slightly protruding, her lips are like rouge, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, which makes her look a little naughty and reserved.

If it's a part of the body, it's normal. However, when she stands in front of you, you just feel that she has an otherworldly beauty, and the temperament she exudes is amazing.

It is certainly not the best way to keep stalemate, you must let the other party move first, and you can find a flaw to win.

Xie Chenfeng pretended to be physically exhausted and inadvertently weakened his feet, and his body shook slightly.

Enough, enough flaws like this.

The outcome of a duel between masters is sometimes not determined by martial arts, but by a trivial mistake.

Xia Wanchun thought that he couldn't miss the opportunity and made a decisive move!

"Jiaolong out of the sea", two strides jumped up, the shadow of the knife is shaking, only in an instant has been virtual three styles, the bright knife light is dazzling like three ice and jade snow lotus blooming, the three flowers are normalized into a rainbow straight through the opponent's face, although it is a knife but contains sword intent, the unity of the human knife is like a vigorous white dragon chopping waves.

The ambition is bound to win, but the knife misses, and the opponent is missing.

If the enemy moves, I will wait for it, and I will pick the branches and remove the leaves. Xie Chenfeng was always just dealing with the final fatal blow, his footsteps turned and the stars shifted, and his figure drifted on the right outside of Xia Wanchun.

Everything is silent, and the winner is decided.

The two sides are like stone carvings that freeze the picture of the moment. Chen Feng's left hand clamped the back of the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at the opponent's right throat.

Xia Wanchun's eyes were full of surprise and suspicion.

He looked at Chen Feng in amazement, there was such a magical and fast sword in the world! If it weren't for his own experience, Xia Wanchun would never dare to believe this legend easily.

Not all rumors are groundless, at least now the legend about the Infinite Sword has been proven to be true.

Fast! too fast! faster than lightning, faster than a shooting star.

Xia Wanchun left a trace of regret in his heart, he didn't even see how the opponent used his sword.

Defeated like this, there was a trace of unwillingness and a trace of admiration in my heart, and I was confused, and the opponent was too godly.

Defeat is defeat, the world-famous Benlei knife is defeated, and the truth is cold.

Xia Wanchun felt a kind of humiliation in his heart, and his fate would even have a time when he was left to others to deal with.

The conceit was like an edifice crumbling in an instant.

Failure is, after all, a painful thing.

Xia Wanchun's pupils gradually revealed a trace of depression and a hint of silence, and his handsome face gradually revealed the frustration of Luobo.

Xie Chenfeng never thought of hurting Xia Wanchun from beginning to end.

He stared at Wan Chun for a moment with a compassionate gaze, and was about to withdraw his sword when Huo Ran heard a teasing sneer from someone behind him, so familiar and yet so harsh.

When there was a living person standing behind him, he didn't even notice it, Xie Chenfeng suddenly felt creepy.

Suddenly looking back, the blood in his whole body instantly cooled when he saw someone coming.

The person who came turned out to be Qian Qinzhen.

This haunting woman.

This unforgettable woman.

Her body is thin and thin, her body exudes the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, her face is thin and pale, revealing a reserved and indifferent coldness, trimmed and light thin eyebrows, eyebrows slightly upturned to the sides, making people feel a trace of stubbornness.

Time seems to stand still in an instant.

Xie Chenfeng was stunned, and his whole body seemed to become stiff and numb.

He had imagined all the scenarios of seeing her again, and it was completely unexpected for him to meet her in such a way and on such an occasion.

Now, she is her brother-in-law.

Love is empty, love is ashes.

Facing the small businessman he once loved incomparably, Xie Chenfeng deeply experienced a kind of sadness that was close to the end of the world.

There are a thousand words in my heart, and I don't know where to start, but I am silent at this time.

There is eternal guilt in his heart, and he owes her a love debt that he cannot repay in this life.

Chen Feng pointed a sword at her husband (Xia Wanchun) by the throat again, but she saw this scene by mistake.

Although what her eyes saw was not necessarily the truth, she did see her sword pointed directly at Wan Chun's throat, and it was an indisputable fact for her.

Any justification will be pale and weak, and any justification can only be a quibble in the eyes of Xiaoshang, no matter how she explains it, she will no longer believe in herself.

Knowing that it is difficult to argue, why should he do such a thing.

What else can Xie Chenfeng say and do?

The only thing he could do was be silent.

Xiao Shang's gaze was full of heartbreaking resentment, like a sharp knife cruelly cutting Chenfeng's heart.

The words were cold and heartless, and she said slowly, word by word: "Very good! Very good!

is just such a soft sentence, but for Xie Chenfeng, it is like a thunderbolt from the sky.

It was as if something sharp had suddenly stabbed him in the heart strongly.

He couldn't help but stumble a little, but he didn't fall.

Such hurtful and ruthless words actually came from the mouth of a small businessman and from a beloved.

The fragile mind is dripping blood, drop by drop, drop by drop......

My heart is already broken, so what if I have one more time.

The cause that was planted three years ago, and the fruit that bears fruit three years later, no matter how bitter it is, he can only bear it without words.

It's fair to pay the price for your mistakes.

The tip of Xie Chenfeng's sword turned and stabbed into his thigh, and his pupils were written with silence and desolation, "The past mistakes, the past love, I can only make up for it like this, and one day, I will repay me with death." ”

The sword was put back into its sheath, and the red blood stained the thighs.

Chen Feng glanced at Xiao Shang from the corner of her eye, she seemed unmoved, her still indifferent eyes, her still teasing face, it seemed that she still hated him.

He turned away coldly and sadly, and couldn't help but burst into tears, who the tears were shed for and why, Chen Feng himself didn't know.

I have always thought that all thoughts are gone, love has become empty, love has become ashes, tears have dried up, there are no more tears, and Chen Feng himself does not know why he is crying.

However, the tears flowed out inexplicably and stubbornly.

Looking at Chen Feng's lonely and injured figure gradually moving away, Xia Wanchun's heart was sour;

Xia Wanchun had every chance to arrest Chenfeng, but he didn't, he couldn't do this kind of thing to take advantage of people's danger.

Besides, he has been defeated, and he must lose in the open.

Affectionate but ruthless, how many things are unbearable to look back on, and the soul is empty and dreams accompany it.

The tired and lonely body and mind can never get out of the dust road of attachment.

The dream is warm, the dream is frightening, the stars are cold, and the sky and the earth are vast.

I have a dream in my heart and I don't want to wake up again.

The red pavilion of righteousness, the red pavilion of love, empty and sad.

The old relationship has not been repaid and new debts have been added, and many misunderstandings linger.

Chen Feng's mind could have wandered on the dream bridge between reality and fantasy, and the heart bridge was broken in the "Pinqi Pavilion", and now only endless hysterical despair remains.

However, it was Chenfeng who destroyed this self-deceptive dream bridge with his own hands, and plunged himself into the abyss of despair.

Qian Qinzhen appeared so timely and coincidentally, and her Wuji Sword was pointing at her husband's throat.

Isn't that an indisputable fact?

Three years ago, he ran away with a negative heart, and three years later, he pointed a sword at his husband.

No wonder she is ruthless, no wonder she is sad, isn't it worse for her?

Who can escape the deliberate arrangement of fate?

It seems that in the future, only the long night of melancholy and endless will accompany him.