Xue Yi once again felt the weight of the body and the resistance of the sword.
But he is not reconciled.
At the age of six, he practiced martial arts, at the age of nine, and at the age of fifteen, he went out of the Jianghu. Since then, he has gradually gained the title of’ Bloody Clothes Man’ and the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world.
The moments of his life came to his mind one by one.
In the end, the three words’ unwilling’ were changed.
Even if he meets the best opponent in his life, he never wants to lose to the other side, and he is even more unwilling to die. There is nothing here because he is a Xue Yi.
In despair, instead of being exhausted, he has drained his potential. Suddenly, a powerful force emerged in generate.
At this time, the spiritual power changed the materials.
The sword trembled and whistled.
The water droplets attached to the sword body were immediately scattered by the force of the sword, and the remaining water droplets could not approach again.
The sword is broken and firm but gentle. People in white can avoid it.
He still did not move.
You can’t see joy or anger in your face. It’s like an ancient well calmly.
He drank a sword.
A wave of his robe sleeve seems to grip a peerless Excalibur.
Shape sword
Storms and waves are born where two people fight, and the sky is full of waves and water mist.
Finally, the man in white is still in the flowing water, and Xue Yi has been lying on the bank of the river with a piece of red blood mixed into the beach.
It turned out that that peerless force not only shattered his meridians, but also shattered a piece of his sword, which was inserted into his heart.
Debris must pass through his heart quickly and will not bring him pain.
The white man slowly walked to the river bank and came to Xue Yi’s side to help him close his eyes.
At the same time, a drop of blood slipped from him and fell into Xue Yi’s clothes.
Bloody clothes! Bloody clothes!
This bloody coat has not only his own blood but also the blood of the enemy.
Even if Xue Yiren died, it would be a pity.
Then the white man looked at Li Zhichang and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.
Li Zhichang by his front sharp as if can send a firm but gentle eyes looked at is nodded slightly don’t see any other emotions.
Chapter one hundred and twenty People know that I am a true fairy
At this moment, their eyes seemed to condense into essence, and they could almost form sparks in the material world.
The man in white took one look and turned away, leaving a boundless autumn night.
Li Zhichang praised the white man’s state at the moment but sympathized with Xue Yi’s death.
Because although he was slightly injured, the white man was nothing more.
The white man didn’t even make a breakthrough for himself with his sword. After all, the strength of the two men is still unequal, which is not a kind of sorrow.
Suiyun Yuan sighed, "It’s a pity that the world is bloody again."
I don’t know if it’s the rabbit that killed the fox and hurt the animals, or if there is another feeling. Suiyun Yuan is a little disappointed.
Xue Yiren’s martial arts are still much higher than he is now, but he has to die. The white man has a great hand than others, although there are not many.
But at that time, when the opponent came to the door, he might not be any better than Xue Yiren.
Xue Yiren tried to offend people in white, but once he was a Jianghu person, once he was a Jianghu person. This kind of thing is just to avoid it.
Xia Wu broke the ban, and this Xia tasted that he was not a victim of the ban.
Since ancient times, there have been many violent deaths of famous chivalrous men. Is there only one Xue Yi man?
Li Zhichang seems to see that he patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is the Jianghu. When you step into it, you should treat it as early as possible. It’s natural and selfish, but natural selection is the law of the jungle. I’m leaving."
Suiyun Yuan surprised way "you’re leaving? Help me. I haven’t paid you back yet. "
Li Zhichang said, "Then you owe it. Fate will always be exhausted. That’s all."
Suiyun Yuan sighed, "I thought I wanted to kill you, but I didn’t expect you to save my life in the end. It’s amazing and unpredictable."
Li Zhichang laughed and stepped into the white water and sang.
"Once three thousand days and five hundred years.
Pale smoke rises from the Dan flame in the purple furnace at the waist sword front.
Just ride a white deer across the sea and cross the green cow into the cave.
Small skills, such as chatting, people know that I am a true fairy. "
Suiyun Yuan can’t help sighing when he sees the Taoist degenerate. "At this time, I know that Lv Chunyang may really be someone."
Li Zhichang’s chanting songs are Lv Chunyang’s ignorance of authenticity.
And every time Li Zhichang acts unexpectedly, he is not confined to his tracks, which is quite a true fairy traveler.
It occurred to him that maybe this person really fell from heaven.
He may not know that his guess is very close to the truth.
The man in white may not be seriously injured, but he will wait until he is healed and his spirit is purest before going to Li Zhichang.
This time will not be too long or too short. In a year or two, white people can find Li Zhichang.
Li Zhichang also knows this, but that’s all.
Does he still care when the white man can’t find him? He won’t understand.
He can still hang out in the world of mortals at ease, and when he is in the mood, he will run a hundred miles overnight to another place to eat a delicious dish that he has not eaten for a long time.
Xing suo Xin suo
nothing more/that’s all./nothing beyond/this only goes so far
Drink Yangtze River water and eat Wuchang fish.
