At dusk, the flying leaves are crossed, the reeds are thick, and the gulls and herons are trampling. Patches of turquoise are lined up along the riverbank, like a carpet. Apparently deserted for a long time. But sure enough, there was a small boat and a pair of wooden oars floating and sinking in the falling light. This is a small abandoned ferry, except for a few fishing boats moored here to feed on weekdays, there are no other boats, let alone people in the rivers and lakes.

Xie Junhe was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to greet the snow sea boat, but he stopped awe-he saw the enchanting face behind the reeds, feminine and delicate, but it was cut open by a scar. In the fragrance of purple ylangrui, the white clothes are fluttering, not as if they came from the world. It's undoubtedly Konoha.

"Shen Yanfei is really not a good thing!" Xie Junhe scolded hatefully, and his iron face quickly calmed down.

Konoha walked slowly towards him, Xue Hai's face was already bruised, and she tried her best to steady her steps and retreated cautiously. Xie Junhe was firmly in front of her, and said calmly: "Girl, go as far as you can!" Xue Hai didn't leave, but grabbed Xie Junhe's arm - she knew too well that Xie Junhe at this moment couldn't parry Konoha's attack at all.

"Hahahaha!" The woman's shrill laughter startled countless birds: "Chu Tao is really powerful! I was hoping to use this girl to provoke a war between the north and the south of the strait." But he was very calm - he really believed that you could bring Chu Xuehai back, and so far, he is still restrained by his people. ”

Xue Hai said angrily: "What else do you want to do?"

"Didn't I let you go in vain?"

"You don't want to hurt her!" Xie Junhe roared.

However, a cold light came to his face, shooting out from Konoha's palm, so fast that he couldn't see what his palm was. Suddenly, Xie Junhe's legs splashed with blood. "Ah!" he frowned at the piercing pain in his knees, and although he struggled to support his body with his sword, he was finally unable to stand up again.

"No!" Xue Hai also knelt down and couldn't leave.

Konoha elaborated on his plan in a faint voice: "Stinky girl, you don't have to worry about this kid. I will keep his life and let him watch this long river dyed red little by little--In the wilderness, the corpses are abandoned, the beauty is graceful, but it has fallen into the dust, your brother must be like a knife! You said that if this flower-like beauty suffered all the humiliation and died by the long river, it was precisely the work of a few Qi family swordsmen who lost their conscience, what would happen to Chu Tao?"

At the point of pride, Konoha giggled, his eyes shining with a vicious light, gloomy and cruel. Approaching step by step, it seems to be a terrifying ghost haunted by ghosts. The sea of snow shivered uncontrollably in the cold wind. I thought it was all over, but the nightmare was far from over.

The remnant sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sound of cracking silk broke in the silence, reflecting Xie Junhe's bloodless face and Konoha's surprise. There was blood on the tip of the sword, and the torn robe danced in a seductive gesture in the wind. Konoha was careless. The power of the remnant sword is still not to be underestimated.

A deep and hoarse voice said, "You can't touch her unless I die." ”

"You're covered in wounds, how many lives do you have to fight for?"

Xie Junhe sat upright, as solid as a rock. With his hair hanging low and his murderous eyes shining like stars, he raised the corners of his mouth and spat out words like a hammer: "Unless—the blood runs dry." "I'm afraid that my whole heart is as hard as stone.

"Don't ......" Xue Hai couldn't cry anymore.

Konoha looked up to the sky and smiled lightly: "There are such people in the world who seek death? He slowly raised his hand, and from his waist, he shook out a thin sword, the blue light appeared, and the sword body twisted and danced like a snake, which was by no means an ordinary thing.

Green Snake Sword? Xie Junhe recognized it, and it was worth the trip to see this thing. Flexible as a whip, pervasive, sharp and not inferior to a hard sword. The dragon walks and snakes, conjuring up a thousand postures. A sword struck, like a waterfall rushing. I felt that Konoha's whole body was covered with green frost.

The remnant sword flew and swept away, stirring up the green frost like wild snow. The waterfall-like blue light suddenly turned into a green dragon and walked around the sword, sparking sparks around the remnant sword. The remnant sword was almost snatched away, and in the desperate situation, it shook in the air, shaking out a huge force, and everything around the sword body retreated.

Then, everything was chaotic, black and white tangled together, entangled in a blurry gray. The sound of metal was like a thunderbolt, engulfing all around. The duel between the master and the master is exactly like this, you are fighting for each other, and there is a dragon and a tiger. It may be as strong as splashing ink, or as floating as idle clouds, or like an arrow that is gathering momentum, and there are many hidden dangers.

The sea of snow was almost stunned.

Suddenly, the green blade rushed towards him like a green dragon with a bloody mouth open. Wag your head and tail proudly, open your teeth and claws, and swoop down. The blade of the sword rolled up the wind and sand, like turbid waves, and like the sky overturned, and the sky collapsed. Passing by, a black cloud pressed down, and red light splashed in front of him.

"Let's go!"

She subconsciously gave way, but the scene in front of her made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

Xie Junhe knelt three steps away from her, the blood-condensing remnant sword still standing beside him, slanting into the ground. More than a dozen sword slashes were all over the body. The ground was covered with blood. The blade had pierced through his chest, but an iron face was indifferent as if it didn't know any pain. It's as if Konoha stabbed his sword at a rock. But Konoha couldn't move for half a minute, so he could only stare blankly, stiffen his hands, and stare at the blood slowly dripping down the cold blood trough. Konoha's chest was also a terrible red, and blood was pouring out of his mouth. That shockingly beautiful face is now distorted to the point of shock: shock, resentment, murder, helplessness, mixed feelings.

What's even more terrifying is that Xie Jun's hand like a dead branch is covering Konoha holding the hilt of the sword, as resolute as iron tongs. The other hand clenched into a fist, as if he had grabbed something. Konoha's blood was burning, while Xie Junhe's blood was cooling. Konoha frantically wanted to shake off Xie Junhe's entanglement, but there was no pain in Xie Junhe's eyes, only an arrogant determination - he was laughing, and the smile was full of demonic anger, which made Xue Hai cold in his heart. The two of them held each other like statues of iron, not moving at all.

No one can overcome each other.

Both of them have done their best.

Xie Junhe's lips were furled, and a hoarse and low syllable slowly confided with a desperately restrained gasp: "Escape ......"

Xuehai still didn't leave, just washed her face with tears - running away is death, not escaping is death, she would rather not escape.

In the dark, a cold light was grazing Konoha's neck, and Konoha suddenly jumped away, looked around in panic, jumped into the reeds, and disappeared.

At the same time, with his back to the direction of the long river, the old man with long crane hair and long beard and a short shirt like a fisherman walked out slowly. Bronzed skin, lean hunched body, eyes shining like stars.

"Xie Shaoxia, in the Beacon Ridge, the edge of a glass of wine. That voice made him immediately remember the mysterious grandfather near the Song family's fireground, as well as the strong and unusual strange wine. Yes, the guidance in the Zhao family's dungeon also has the same leisurely calmness.

I see, Xie Junhe was relieved.

But the whole body was like a strong crossbow suddenly breaking the string, and it fell backwards with its head up to the sky.

He heard the sea of snow rushing towards him, and he felt a sudden shake in his arm.

The miraculous wine once again flowed to his lips. The same breath, the same burning feeling, but only a little bit of strength to speak. He could feel the coolness of his body, and he could feel the blur and gloom around him. You can even hear a vague shout in your ear: it's Susu, sweetly calling "Jun and brother".

He felt like he was going to die, at least tomorrow he wouldn't see that bright sunshine.

He owes Su Su a life, Zhao Haijun a life, and the souls who once died under his sword, such an ending has long been expected for him. There is no despair of dying, and there is no sorrow of dying, but there is still one thing to be done.

"Ask for ...... Please," Xie Junhe felt that the most useless thing in his life was to beg others, so he was never willing to whisper, "send her...... Back to the South Bank. He pleaded with the apparition of the old man, exerting all his strength before he was gone. However, Xue Hai's hand was holding on to him, as if he had rejected this concern.

"Good. Through the hazy fog, the old voice was resolute.

He smiled: "I have no regrets in this life......"

Who is this old man? He had no way of knowing. That's it!

"Brother Junhe, you promised me, you promised that you must send me back......" Xue Hai's crying never stopped.

Xie Junhe's ears gradually couldn't hear anything. Slowly closing his eyes, there was confusion in front of him. The face of the sea of snow faded in the wind, and Su Su's smile quietly bloomed. Only to be cold and blown away by the wind.