Then the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Then came a cold dead silence.

What a familiar sound.

Tatsukaze's mind couldn't help but constrict.

He felt instantly plunged into the abyss of despair, and his hands and feet were cold.

However, after all, he is a ruthless swordsman who is known for his actions.

Nature has extraordinary concentration and spirituality.

Surprise is like a fleeting meteor fleeting.

Chenfeng exerted light skills and floated lightly into the courtyard.

The scene in the courtyard suddenly felt like a dream.

Wanzhen fell to the ground, her left chest was slashed, and the red blood was like a butterfly with wings spread.

A table piano beside him.

A ghostly black shadow flickered without a trace.

Fast as lightning!

But he couldn't escape Chenfeng's sharp eyes.

He ignored it.

Chenfeng confidently stepped on the snow without a trace, as light as a swift swallow.

However, the man sensed that Tatsukaze was coming.

It is conceivable that that person's martial arts have reached an extremely high level.

Tatsufeng was puzzled.

Who is it?

Why assassinate Wanzhen?

Wanzhen is still in the **.

This woman who forgets her righteousness makes him love and hate at the same time.

Facing this woman, Chen Feng had mixed feelings.

But whatever one may say, she is a poor person.

A tender feeling of pity rose in Chenfeng's heart.

Chen Feng half-squatted and let Wanzhen lie in his arms, staring at her sadly.

Her face was as white as paper, her frowning brows were filled with deep pain, and her dark pupils shone with a scattered and blurred glow.

Chenfeng is infinitely bitter and sad.

A thin bead of sweat escaped from her forehead, and her teeth were clenched, but there was no **.

It can be seen that she is suffering greatly in silence.

She looked at Chenfeng quietly and warmly, and gradually, her eyes showed a smile of infinite satisfaction and happiness.

She struggled to pull out a gorgeous belt from her sleeve and held it tremblingly in front of Chenfeng's eyes.

Her face was swollen and red, and she gasped and said with difficulty: "The military defense map is inside"

She paid a heavy price and finally stole the defense map.

It turned out that the military defense map was hidden in Ma Shiying's belt, how could others know.

Don't say too much, the truth is revealed.

Everything she did was for the sake of military defense.

In other words, everything she does is for him.

Thinking of his various misunderstandings and hurts about her, Chenfeng remorseful and heartfelt like a knife.

The heart is like the sea stirring all kinds of uncomfortable pain, miserable, bitter, sad, and a sense of humiliation.

As a man who stands up to the sky, he actually sacrificed a woman to obtain a military defense map.

It's a fact!

If he had the ability to steal the defense map, then Wanzhen would not have to take such a costly route at all.

After a while, the blood boiled and rushed straight to the brain.

For a while, the hands and feet are cold, like an ice cellar.

The body feels cold and hot over and over again.

Tatsufeng felt like crying without tears and fell into despair.

There is no substitute for this pain.

Chen Feng was stunned: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Because I know that if you say it, you will not agree, please forgive me for doing this, but I don't regret it. ”

Wanzhen looked at the sky in confusion and desolation, and chanted poems sadly and sadly: "It's not about loving the wind and dust, it seems to be mistaken by the front edge, the human affection is thin, the east wind is cold, the tear-stained sake is wet and red, and in the dream soul several times, I am in my hometown to pick the chrysanthemum, and I am often afraid of waking up from the dream and hurting the style." ”

With infinite love and hatred for this life and this life, her soul flew to the realm she once dreamed of. ’

Chenfeng's heart was sad and sad.

Wanzhen's sad and complaining voice seemed to echo in her ears for a long time, "I'm often afraid of waking up from a dream." ”

The great grief and indignation seemed to swell the body.

Chen Feng wanted to shout and roar.

Emotions are suppressed but there is nowhere to vent.

The sword is soulless, and it is ruthless.

People are affectionate, but swords are affectionate.

Ruthlessness is also affection, affection is ruthless.

There is a shocking and heart-wrenching sword.

Everyone admired the wonderful style of that sword.

Who really knows the way of the sword?

Chenfeng is injected with what kind of ecstatic and heartbreaking infatuation, love the sky and the sea and unforgettable love.

For love, he wandered the world.

For the sake of love, he walked hesitantly.

For that sword, he paid a terrible price.

He got up and sat down in front of the piano, stroking the strings with grief and indignation.

Passionate and tragic, sad and painful, chanting the feelings in his heart.

"Who said that there is no martyr in the green building, who knows that there is real gold in the coarse sand? With the world, mistakenly take the orchid as a weed, wrong, wrong, wrong, and it is the sunset cliff, it seems to see the ghost looking back, wanting to stay, the small bridge and flowing water are dashing, sorrowful, sorrowful, sorrowful. ”

The warm and painful past is like a picture, and scenes emerge in my eyes.

Chen Feng burst into tears, only bitter remorse.

Agitated melodies and tragic feelings converge into a raging and howling storm.

The courtyard wall, the locust tree, seemed to be able to withstand the impact of this storm anymore, as if it was about to crack, shatter, and scatter.

The melody is like volcanic lava.

Feelings are like stormy waves.

Even Chen Feng himself seemed to be unable to withstand the impact, and he sobbed and expressed great remorse.

"Am I wrong, am I wrong?"

I wish there was a regret medicine in the world, but unfortunately there was none.

Heaven and earth should not return.

Chenfeng's grief-stricken voice echoed for a long time like a lonely soul in the empty and silent courtyard.

I don't know what he regrets, only Chen Feng knows it in his heart.

Perhaps, regret once misunderstood her.

Perhaps, regret not cherishing affection.

Or both.

Deserting the soul dream, the end of the storm.

Only the sad heart and the fallen stars have sympathy for each other. ’

The past is like a cool night breeze, cold, chilling.

Night, quiet, still, still.

In this night, which was as silent as death, there was a sharp and arrogant laughter.

It seemed to squeeze out of the cracks in the stone wall, cracked and shattered.

It seems to come from an eerie hell, miserable and cold.

It screams like a night owl, and it's terrifying.

It is like a cold sword, piercing the sky.

It gives me goosebumps all over my body.

The cold and strange voice said teasingly, "I can't imagine that the ruthless swordsman who is known for his indifference is an amorous seed. ”

I only hear his voice, but I don't see his people.

The dangerous situation immediately stimulated Chenfeng's mind to be extremely clear.

Chen Feng's heart was as calm as water, and he asked indifferently and coldly, "Who is under your feet?"

"Ghost bat, you're probably not a stranger, right?" The words invisibly revealed reserve and loftiness.

"Ghost Bat" Hu Bin, glow-in-the-dark eyes, night is clearer than day, it is rumored to be a first-class killer in Ouchi, with excellent light skills and mysterious behavior.

In the impression of the rivers and lakes, it is ghostly, insidious, and weird.

It is said that Cheng Jiang, who once commanded the "Crazy Dragon Hero", was killed by him, who didn't know that the "Crazy Dragon Hero" martial arts were good.

Chen Feng asked coldly and viciously, "Did you kill Lily?"

Hu Bin said fiercely, "She should die! If she dares to steal the military defense map, you should also die." ”

Chen Feng held his breath and suppressed his grief and anger, with a cold murderous intent on his face.

He bowed his head slightly, stroking the strings calmly.

The sound of the piano is like a trickle of clear stream, soft and calm.

As if in a no-man's land, he seems to have forgotten the danger of existence.

This undoubtedly shows contempt for the enemy.

Tatsukaze brakes statically.

Judging by the tone of the killer's speech, he already knew the character of the ghost bat.

Hu Bin is not a person who can calm down.

The locust tree fell a green leaf.

It's not autumn.

And not dead leaves.

However, the leaves are scattered and unusual.

"Ghost Bat" Hu Bin finally made a move.

Tatsukaze was already alert.

The body of the "ghost bat" drifts slowly like a light cloud.

This is the ultimate light work, and the human body can float in the air for a long time.

The speed of movement is slow, and the impact of inertia on the air flow is naturally small.

The opponent is not easy to detect.

There is also a good chance of success.

Chen Feng seemed to be immersed in the pleasure of playing the qin, unaware of the danger behind him. ‘’

Hu Bin snickered.

About a sword's distance.

The ghost bat draws out the sword.

The sword aura completely enveloped Chenfeng.

Hu Bin shook his wrist, stabbed at the opponent's fatal acupuncture point.

No matter what kind of master you are, you can't avoid it anymore.

However, Tatsukaze is a ruthless swordsman.

The angle and speed of the sword are astonishing.

The sword is fast! fast beyond words.

In a flash of lightning, the sword was swung out.

A sword comes out, and a meteor dies.

It seems to be tired of waving casually.

A sword stone shattered the sky.

This momentary wave of hands is indescribably wonderful and chic.

Amazing!

The Aurora Sword ran through the body of the ghost bat from chest to back, but Chen Feng was in no hurry to withdraw the sword.

He spun his opponent's body for a week with the flip of his wrist.

Hu Bin couldn't help but let out a heart-rending howl, and kicked his limbs with his hands.

Crimson blood flowed down the Infinite Sword, dripping onto Chenfeng's clothes.

A drop, a strand, a puddle of blood.

At this time, only the blood of the murderer can wash away the shame and grief in Chen Feng's heart.

For the first time, he treated his enemies with such cruelty and viciousness.

Because it is amorous, it is ruthless.

Throwing it upward, the ghost bat's body took off its sword and fell heavily to the ground.

Hu Bin's pupils showed horror and doubt, there was such a fast sword in the world!

The life of the ghost bat is extremely tenacious, and it has not yet given up.

Hu Bin's eyes looked at Chen Feng resentfully, and his pupils gradually spread.

Chen Feng still wants to make the ghost bat suffer forever and regret it forever.

Chen Feng said to himself: "Perhaps, it should have been me who died." ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Hu Bin's pupils showed infinite confusion.

Chen Feng sighed deeply regretfully: "It's a pity that you talked too much and exposed yourself." ”

Hu Bin's fisheye looked at the starry sky fixedly, as if Huo Ran understood something.

His pupils showed bitter remorse.

Suddenly!

His body spasmed like a cramp, his hands and feet shook violently, and he lay motionless on all fours. ，

He's dead!

Contrite is forever fixed on the white eyeballs.

The ghost bat is in the dark, and the wind is in the light.

In terms of geographical advantages, Hu Bin undoubtedly has the upper hand.

However, the ghost bat's ability to speak and lose the opportunity.

The more he talked, the more accurately Tatsukaze judged the other party's position.

As a result, the ruthless swordsman is able to concentrate all his energy on the attack.

An attack should have been an attack.

It was Hu Bin himself who gave up the conditions for the attack.

Bright to clear, equal opportunities.

However, Tatsukaze's sword was surprisingly fast.

The ghost bat is dead.

It seems that talking a lot is not necessarily a good thing.

Even when speaking, be mindful of the time and occasion.

The murderer is dead, Chen Feng's heart is empty, and he doesn't know what to do for a while.

He was like a wanderer who had wandered the world, and suddenly felt infinite boredom and exhaustion in his heart.

He really wanted to find a calm place to stop and rest.

Being in the rivers and lakes is really a sad and hard thing.

Bloody rain and bloody wind, swords and swords, you don't kill people, but people kill you, you kill people today, but you are always worried that others will kill you tomorrow.

Life in the world is inherently a kind of helplessness and sorrow.

When and where you are born or you die, you can't do it of your own will.

What's more, there are also career successes and failures in life, and mistakes in love.

Success is not only about hard work, but also about opportunities.

Is it man who manipulates fate, or is fate who manipulates man.

Everyone has their own answer.

Chen Feng felt that fate was manipulating him, and too many things made him unable to help himself.

The ruthless swordsman sighed softly, his heart infinitely tired, infinitely tired.

When will the days of licking blood from the knife edge end!

After completing this task, no matter what, we must retire to the rivers and lakes, no longer ask about the world's disputes, and live a few days of peace.

Chen Feng thought well, but he couldn't help himself in the rivers and lakes.

Thousands of difficulties and dangers are waiting for Chenfeng, he has no choice but to go on without hesitation, this is the path he has chosen.

Dust was billowing on the road ahead, and the sound of horses' hooves was heard with the sound of scandium.

Chen Feng was secretly surprised, and looked at it with great eyes.

The dust is filled, as if the clouds and mist are rolling, a group of people and horses are galloping, this team seems to be a heavenly soldier god will fall from the sky, there are about 20 hussars, the helmet is bright, the red helmet is like a jumping flame, it is the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty army, a color holding a curved and long lancet, the cold light is shining, breathtaking.

The team passed by Chenfeng like a whirlwind, and someone kindly shouted to the ruthless swordsman, "The Qing soldiers are here!" The frightened eyes and faces flashed like a screen.

I don't know if Chen Feng heard the man's words, and I don't know if Chen Feng had time to dodge, the corners of his mouth twitched contemptuously, and he still walked unhurriedly on the road as if nothing happened.

It was too late, and more than 100 Manchurian cavalry, riding like wolves and tigers, galloped like a whirlwind and clouds. They didn't pay attention to Chenfeng at all, the galloping speed of the horse team did not slow down at all, and a fierce cavalryman inside casually slashed down Chenfeng's head.

With a scream of pain and despair, a man fell to the ground, and his body was suddenly in a different place.