The three of us opened and closed, two entered and one retreated, two defended and one attacked, and Fu Yuan pounced and attacked. After the four moves, we suddenly parted ways: Feng, me and Xuanxia, and finally forced Fu Yuan to fight back. At this moment, Xuan, Xuan and Xuan Rijian suddenly flew out of their hands, dangling and waving, changing with the change of our gestures.
Face, rare in one hundred finally gave birth to a crack, "yu fencing? ! "He said loudly.
There are more than a dozen pairs of eyes in the temple, and they all look at the four people fighting for a while. I saw the three men standing in a row without any change in shape. They just concentrate their internal force on the index finger of their right hand, their arms keep turning in the air, changing ten directions continuously, and the dangling sword swings with them, as if there is an invisible line pulling them.
At this time, suddenly the sword shadow changed from one to two, from two to three, from three to four, five, six ... Until the Nine Sword Qi Fei, Fu Yuan was shrouded in the sword shadow.
Golden awn flashing, surrounded by sword light, make people can't tell the sword potential, also can't see the details, such fencing is the first time in my life, everyone can see it straight.
Suddenly, the sword was so bright that people could not open their eyes. There was a "poof" in my ear, and the sound was still there. The cold mountain has gathered, the sword shadow has disappeared, and the wind and the Xuan have closed their wrists at the same time. Xuantianjian and Xuanrijian suddenly turned around in the air and flew back to their hands at incredible speed. Fu Yuan just stood stiffly, motionless.
Clothes are worn out, long hair is messy, arms are shoulder-length, two broken arms have disappeared, blood is pouring out like a spring, and Xuan runs through the whole body from his chest, but he just stares at the three of us with a pair of unbelievable eyes.
There was a dead silence around, as if everyone forgot to breathe, only heard the sound of heartbeat, plop, plop. ...
Bloodshot, constantly overflowing from Fu Yuan's lip corner, deep red blood reflected his pale face, which seemed strange and inexplicable. He suddenly knelt down, his eyes still full of doubts, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Really ... did you hit Ben Shen?"
I gave him a faint look and said, "Yes, we beat you."
"What kind of sword is that?" Fu Yuan is still staring at me.
"Love fencing."
"The best in the world?"
I suddenly felt funny and couldn't help laughing. "Maybe."
"Why are you using this sword now?"
"Because we need opportunities to win the first world war," Feng Yi said suddenly. "When people are worried, their hearts will be chaotic and their martial arts moves will be chaotic, so the shortcomings of martial arts will be exposed, especially under this unpredictable fencing."
Fu Yuan stared at us tightly for a while, his eyes slowly showing the color of pain, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips moved several times, but he still didn't say a word.
Then, all of a sudden, he roared loudly and arched his chest. Xuanyue Jian flew out of his chest with a "whew" and slammed it on the white stone board three feet away. Blood suddenly gushed from his chest, and he was still laughing and laughing wildly. The laughter came to an abrupt end, followed by a loud explosion, which shocked the whole audience. Suddenly, Fu Yuan was beaten to pieces. It turned out that he smashed his body with what little skill he had left.
Evil is invincible, and a generation is so fierce!
I suddenly feel empty, and I can't tell whether I am sad or sad.
Fu Yuan died, we won, everything was over, and the world was finally at peace, but I was not happy at all. The bodies were littered, the red stadium was covered with blood around the nose. Is this a victory?
There is a fine line between life and death. How can there be a difference between victory and failure? Fu Yuan was defeated, but many people were buried with him. How can such a regret be made up by victory?
Tears once again filled my eyes and fell, and my body was embraced in a warm embrace. "Cher, it's all over, and tomorrow will be fine." There is a soft dust sound in my ear.
At this time, there was a messy footsteps not far away. A little eunuch in gray ran out of the temple in a panic, knelt in front of Kang Huang Jing and said with trepidation, "The emperor, the emperor, the empress, the empress hanged herself."
The queen is dead, too I suddenly remembered another person, and quickly looked up at the dust and asked, "Did you kill him?"
Of course, Chen knew who I was asking, shook his head and smiled faintly. "No, I'd better leave him to the emperor." I followed his eyes and saw Wei Qijian lying quietly on the ground, his chest undulating, and his eyes looking at the blue sky empty.
"Chu girl!" Kang suddenly called me, and I looked up at the jade steps. I saw Kang waved and Princess Jinling, dressed in mourning, was escorted out of the temple by two guards. She struggled constantly and suddenly looked up and saw Kang. Her face was full of joy, but she couldn't say a word. It turned out to be a dumb hole.
Kang's eyes flashed with deep helplessness and sadness. She is his daughter. Even if there are many mistakes, he doesn't want her to be okay. But you're kidding. He promised us that it was a matter of course to do it. "The person you want ..." He looked at me, his eyes calm.
Princess Jinling gave me a hard look, but she couldn't speak, otherwise she might call names. I slowly set foot on the jade steps with a straight face and walked towards her. She is still staring at me. She has clearly known that her father gave her to me, so her eyes are more afraid of death and more resentful.
I looked at her, thoughtfully for a long time, and suddenly smiled faintly. "When you were looking for someone to kill me all the way, didn't you think there would be today?" I didn't open her acupoint because I didn't need her answer.
After the three-pointer, she fainted, and two guards quickly held her. I took out the silver needle in my pocket, stuck three needles in her head, and then let out a long sigh. "I have erased her memory, and there will be no more people like Jin Yi Xuan and Chu Dieyi in her world."
They seemed at a loss for a long time. Kang Huang Jing's body is shaking, even his eyes are shaking, and his voice is unbelievable. "Miss Chu, you ..."
"Too many people have died, and I don't want to see anyone bleed again." I lightly interrupted Kang Huang Jing's words. "I don't want to live in hatred like them. A tooth for a tooth and blood for blood are not suitable for me. " After a pause, I added, "Forgiving someone is far happier than getting back at someone."
Say that finish, I turned to go, suddenly my wrist was pulled, and a familiar voice came from behind. It was Wei, "You can't go!"
I didn't turn around, just light way, without any sense of * * *, "with what? ! "
Wei Wenqi seemed to hesitate for a while and finally said, "Because I love you."
"But I don't love you." This sentence blurted out and I slowly turned around. At the moment I looked up, my eyes were facing each other, and there was no wave. "I do not love you." I repeat, long pain is better than short pain. It's good for him and me to refuse directly.
"Wen Er, this melon is not sweet. It's yours. You can't run away. Not yours. It's no use trying. Let go. " Kang didn't look at me or Wei, just staring into the distance.
Wei's eyes flashed a complicated look. He stared at me firmly, and melancholy, loss, disappointment, gloom and sadness were intertwined in his eyes. "If I follow you as firmly as Qi Jun, will the ending be different?"
I looked at him quietly and didn't answer. I just smiled. "Wei, this is the last time I call you. Please look back. In fact, someone has been waiting for you. "
Wei Wenqi slightly zheng, eyes staring at me deeply, and then slowly, slowly let go of his hand, long eyelashes fell down. I stopped looking at him and walked to Feng, Qi, Xuan and Chen without looking back.
Dust hid his sword and qi picked up his body. Anyway, they all appreciate him and know that if he is still alive, he will never stay in this land, so we should take him out of here and find a peaceful pure land to bury him.
"Forget the dust, Miss Chu, where are you going?" Suddenly came the voice of Kang indifferently behind him.
"Back to Butterfly Valley." I answered his words without thinking.
"Come back?" He hurriedly asked again.
"No." I light way.
"Forget the dust ..." Kang Huang Jing seemed to have something to say, but hesitated for a while, and finally only said two words, "Take care!"
Go to the front office, finally stop and look back, eyes swept away. O tsing lung, Aaron, month, dust, ChuMing four people sitting on the ground to adjust the breathing, eyes rested on the chutianyu and ChuTingYing face. "Dad, brother, if you want to see me, go to Fu Ling and find Ari in Yucheng."
The wind stopped, turned around, looked at all the people in the temple, and said leisurely, "Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu, there is no such holy Sect as Xuanyi in this world. You ... have all been to your own lives. "
At the end of the song, the blood is exhausted, and all the love and hate, all the grievances and enmities, are all in blowing in the wind at this moment.
The wind took my hand, and the five of us walked side by side, holding our heads high and strode out of the hall to the light. Hand in hand, smile at the situation, live and die together, the world is home.