Under Yinglong Platform.

The ruthless young master looked coldly at the infight between the woman in the hat and her sister, and his face was gloomy and terrible.

His original intention of coming here was to make huge waves at the Heavenly Ceremony. He and the woman in the straw hat intercepted and killed the Wuyin sisters here and defeated the young master on the Moshang, and let the green-faced and fanged women in the maple-clothed clothes break into the crowd of Yinglongtai to start a massacre to demonstrate the wrath of the "Young Master" in his opinion.

The thrilling scene he had expected was everywhere and the flowers that had been sealed and life-threatening, but never appeared.

It was like a stone throwing into the pond, but after a moment of ripples, there was no trace again.

"What a stormy wave." Wuqing Gongzi smiled sinisterly and almost grabbed the handle of the wheelchair.

At this time, a veil was swept down from the top of his head.

The woman in the hat took off the dagger that was tied to the horned swords and hit the veil. A few cold lights flashed by, and then cut the deadly veil to pieces.

"Young Master, you will have no eyes on your sword in a moment. Don't be distracted." The woman in a hat fell to the ruthless young master and looked at Shang who had just thrown out the curtain.

Jiao Hezheng, who had escaped from the trap, also came to Shang and was ready for battle.

"Life and death in the morning are things that killers must do. Whether they are companions or lonely souls sent to hell by them, the killers have witnessed too many sins. Therefore, what the killers have to do in their entire lives is to kill more people, even the King of Hell is afraid of you. When they come, they will set foot on the road of the underworld, and the King of Hell will not easily condemn you." The ruthless young master frowned slightly, "But in order to repay their old personal grievances, they abandoned this god-given opportunity to kill people."

The woman in the hat didn't know how to answer, and then thought for a while before replying: "This is the path they chose."

"Because not everyone is the same as you." The Kadai Sword raised slightly and actually answered the ruthless young master's words with a questioning intention.

The ruthless young master looked at him, with resentment in his eyes.

"At least, they still have bonds in their hearts. Although I don't want to work with them, I even have a life of swords facing each other." Kok turned his head and looked in the direction where Green-faced Fangya and others were, "But in my opinion, I am no different from them at this point."

"It's like sister. I still want to bring you back." Kaoru suddenly said to the woman in the hat.

Shang couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing that the woman in the hat was obsessed with it, she had already made the worst plan, but these few words made her start to shake her again.

The woman in the hat lowered her head slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

However, the ruthless young master suddenly raised his head and laughed.

The unrestrained laughter of a man full of dying qi sounded like a crow on a ripe vine, which was frightening.

Alternative, alien, monster.

He was in Luoyang and had dealt with many noble young men. He also thought about being polite, but what he encountered was cold eyes. All of this was just because he could not walk like ordinary people and did not have the same face as the young men of aristocratic families.

Even after so many years, I still can't help but hear such words again.

Yes, I am indeed different.

It is different from you, them, and the world.

"Since it's different from you, it's unique!"

"So for me, everyone except me is a dissident." Young Master Wuqing suddenly shouted, with a hideous face, "Go to hell for me!"

On the other side.

With green face and fangs, he looked up at the February Spring Willow covered with blood from the scabbard.

He suddenly remembered a martial arts story.

The man held a sword and fought bravely under the city of Yaguan. The woman sat on the top of the city, using the sheathed blood as a guide, and played the piano into a song. The timeless sword song and the sword full of energy were still hidden indescribable romantic under the tragic tragedy.

The later stories are indeed worthy of the word "good story".

The sword-making army got a chance to breathe, and the Liu family also received respect from the entire world and successfully entered Junshan.

At this time, the sword force of the February spring willow in Liu Zangfeng's hand was no longer the light and soft and gentle spring breeze, and it was indeed as powerful as the momentum that could stop the troops and defend a city.

But it always feels broken.

It seems like something is missing.

Liu Zangfeng looked at the killer from "Naihe Bridge" ahead.

Without exception, his face turned pale and he fell to the ground, with sword marks covering their clothes.

He looked at the sword in his hand in confusion. Even though his sword was a long-lost sword, it not only made him win, but also made him feel more and more happy. He successfully broke through many pursuits in swordsmanship in this battle.

"But, what's missing?" Liu Zangfeng murmured.

At this moment, a familiar song suddenly came from behind.

Liu Zangfeng turned his head quickly and found that Lin Huaiman had caught a leaf from somewhere and put it to his mouth and played it.

It adds a little sadness to the falling rain.

Liu Zangfeng slowly walked towards her amid the sound of the song.

The woman in Maple knelt on the ground and watched all this coldly. She no longer had the strength to make moves, so she had to hit the ground weakly with her fists.

Until, the green-faced and fangs beside her stood up.

"Do you still have the strength?" The girl in Feng's eyes trembled.

Green-faced and Fangs did not answer.

But the other side of the umbrella cut from paper seemed to bloom, leaving a deadly bright red for the tip of the umbrella, like a phantom of a woman in red. Her green face and fangs looked at the umbrella with her eyes full of gentleness.

Then he held the handle of the umbrella and walked forward.

But when Liu Zangfeng walked to Lin Huaiman, the leaves suddenly shattered into dust without warning.

"It seems that this song cannot be finished." Lin Huaiman shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"I can't finish this road." Liu Zangfeng also laughed bitterly.

"No!" Liu Zangyue's pupils shrank not far away.

The umbrella tip pierced into Liu Zangfeng's back.

A strange flower of the other side of the wound on the back was born.

"Is it Sister Red?" The girl in Feng was stunned.

But at this time, Lin Huaiman's face did not show resentment, but instead smiled with relief and gratitude. Since the Sword Alliance, the rise of rising stars such as Liu Zangyue has gradually lost its position in the swordsmanship. Therefore, Liu Zangfeng began to take a shortcut just to improve his accomplishment in swordsmanship. He buried the sword's orphan as his daughter and went to Luoyang, Kyoto to seek immortal books. But in the end, he failed to get what he wanted.

Both daughters were contrary to themselves, and the immortal book they were seeking was knocked down by a young immortal kowtow.

But only Lin Huaiman knew that Liu Zangfeng's swordsmanship came from his confidence.

The self-confidence belongs to the teenager.

Just like that time.
Chapter completed!