Chapter 289 Brothers Three, and the 5-silks of the past

Sunset, Murong Jingzhe and Yang Songxian have to surrender in front of reality—

The mud and sand flew into Murong's eyes. The weak she was pulled by him to choose a way but had no direction! There was no direction, because Song Xianyi approached the Hantan and suddenly became blind and could not see anything clearly! Could it be that

...His blindness...is it because of his old injury recurred?!

It's good that he will take her to escape, and she will be his eyes, no matter who is chasing behind, no matter how tired or dangerous... While she thought this way, she looked back instinctively, and behind her, black.

The point has become increasingly clearer - the abominable savage, who has been chasing them since he discovered them, as if he had sacrificed their lives...

Murong urgently pulled Song Xian's sleeve: "Song Xian, are your eyes... okay? Why can't you suddenly not see that person? He... he's about to catch up with..."

Song Xian heard the wind coming from behind, but Murong was not in a good mood, and suddenly felt a sense of courage in his heart. He grabbed Murong's back and used his internal strength to increase the speed of the two of them a little. But in a short while, Murong next to him made a comeback.

A hint of pain was filled with pain, and he stopped.

He knew why Murong was so terrified. There were pursuers behind him, but there was a hole in front, and there was a cliff in front! Murong's left foot was hanging in the air, his right foot was almost in a stutter. Looking down, he felt dizzy...

Although Song Xian's eyes had no improvement, his hearing was unprecedentedly sharp. It was empty, and only the strange quietness from another world was left in his ears. In the desolate mountains and forests, such a ready to move gathered into the cruel beast paradise under his feet. Song Xian heard it

Seeing the direction and height of the cliff, he also heard the bloody killing at the bottom of the cliff without rules. He understood that the exit would not be there.

Song Xian, do you know? The words are actually in your heart, in your own heart. Murong grabbed Song Xian's cold hand tightly at that moment. Based on intuition, Song Xian judged that Murong's body had crossed the cliff world,

Immediately took a few steps back and hugged her tightly to retreat from danger. With a false alarm, Murong escaped from death, his emotions fluctuated and he was both lingering and excited. After calming down, he actually wanted to experience such a horror again: death nourished by love,

No need to be cured.

A battle with his back and forth is inevitable. The person who came has a simple and strange face, but his clothes are not a demon. In addition, he has had a intermittent fight just now, which made Song Xian and Murong know that the person who came was a Jin man.

"Ji'er, are you afraid?" Song Xian asked with a smile.

"Scared? What's there to be afraid of?" Murong forced his support, and the clouds were calm and gentle.

"Yang Songxian is already blind, and he is pretending not to be afraid of heaven and earth!" The voice of the visitor was filled with the satisfaction of victory.

"He is not blind! He just couldn't see it for a short time!" Murong was so angry that he couldn't help but say.

Song Xian immediately stopped her and smiled and said, "So it's an old acquaintance? Are you looking forward to this day and I've been blind for a long time?"

The person who came sneered and did not answer. Song Xian smiled and raised his sword: "Do you want to give it a try? Can you defeat me when I can't see it?"

A trace of injury flashed in the desolate face of the visitor: "Why do you have to be stubborn when you die?" As the hard words fell, the murderous intent was revealed. While talking and laughing, Song Xianjian also attacked, sticky and exquisite, beautiful and clever. Murong barely stood firm, in the face of the

He looked at him without turning his eyes behind him.

Looking from behind, his shadow is tall, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the ground, but it cannot block the breath of clear sky he brings. Yes, Song Xian is like the turn of spring and summer, looking thousands of miles away, light blue

Color has the sunny sky with intoxicating sunshine, and the gurgling silk sword is really a continuous river that is embroidered into the sky. It starts endlessly and ends endlessly. It is a series of ups and downs intertwined, and a trace of gathering and dispersing remains, and it is still a fusion of emotions in the sword.

After seeing too much thrilling on the battlefield and intrigues in human affairs, I went to Xiaozhu to taste a sip of Qingting tea. The fragrance was enough to kill all the noise and smother all the fierceness, what should be shouted, what should be hated, what should be fought, what should be killed, what should be killed, what should be killed,

All melted, forming the aftertaste in the blink of an eye...

This is the battlefield. A layer of painting paper that was gently peeled off in silence and silence, and finally could not stop the strong breaking through the ground and seeing the light of the sky again.

Beautiful, his man, his sword.

Even if Murong was attracted by him, he finally saw a little clearly - his opponent's swordsmanship is definitely not inferior!

Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can it be against him? The wind comes in the evening.

If Song Xian's sword technique is fascinating, intriguing, tempting and refreshing, then the enemy's sword technique is undoubtedly eye-catching, sensational, horrifying, and shocking, making people dare not even dare to see... cruel, wild,

Furious... All bloody killings that were extinct in the world were resurrected and strengthened from the other party. There is no vocabulary to accurately describe his sword technique, because it cannot show such tension of both internal and external!

Murong Shina could guess that the enemy had a kind of jealousy towards Song Xian!

Nothing is more crazy than jealousy, let alone jealousy that is devastated and exhausted! The other party's expression shows that he hates Song Xian for more than a year or two!

Almost all the deadly acupoints on Song Xian's body were the targets of the opponent's attack. In a moment, many of these acupoints were completely covered by the opponent's sword and rubbed by them. The enemy's sword was killed step by step.

He was rejected and another move had already attacked Xinshishi to transfer the position, which actually consumed the enemy's soul and damaged the enemy's physical strength. I expected that Song Xian would soon lose his memory.

However, Song Xian was very powerful in swordsmanship and never feared hardships. He knew his fate and was calm in the face of danger. When the sword wind fell, the sword technique was as always. The gurgling silk sword was like a corner of the rain curtain illuminated by a fire in the dark, leaning against the wind,

Lightly tap the night sky and embellish the stars.

The enemy was angry after failing to defeat a hundred attacks. The new offensive and the Jiuxiao Mute Flute eroded the body of the crow silk sword with the force of turning the river and sea, trying to create a flaw of Song Xian to drive straight in. The enemy's eyes were red and told Song Xian: He is right

Song Xian's jealousy remains unswerving until death after the sea has passed away!

This strong cold light made Song Xian clearly: There seems to be all kinds of hatred in this world. Private hatred is always smaller than public hatred, but it is much more intense, urgent and anxious. Because it is insignificant, it is more conspicuous.

, until it is important in a person's life...

Song Xian smiled. It may not be a good thing that he lost his memory. He can't remember who he hated before... but he also doesn't remember who he loved before...

Use softness to overcome hardness.

Due to fate, Song Xian and the enemy, the former has a gentle and elegant spirit, so the sword shows its literary style, dyed the ink and the mountains and rivers, as light as the west wind of the mountain stream, almost completely disappeared, but the latter has the quality of a mountain village man, but the sword technique is rough.

Sharp connotation.

It seems that one is literary and military, one is quiet and one is moving, one is soft and one is hard, but in fact it is equal, extinguishing the soul of the flowing clouds and breaking the longevity of the autumn wind.

There is no need to weave it, and the sky is full of thousands of threads thrown by the shadow of the gurgling sword. The enemy was obviously surprised by the excitement of Song Xian's love sword unity, which was so subtle and profound that it left no trace, no matter how he was an instantly burst into pieces.

It must be awesome and silent, and of course the enemy will be shocked!

The martial arts of the world are indeed profound and profound. The Garciss Sword is a rare realm in this prosperous world. Who can understand the mystery?

In the past, Song Xian's cyan silk sword struggled for a long time without room for progress. It only had a chaotic look and was less sharp. But at this moment, except for a profound awakening in Song Xian's sword technique, any shortcomings have been already

Disappeared, although his eyes were blind for no reason, the sword path was clear as usual, moving with emotions, ups and downs, and then he was ready to act - just because he had feelings in his heart, right?

Murong smiled disdainfully: How many weapons are needed to cultivate, what is needed is the ruthlessness and righteousness. Only this silk sword needs to be the merging of love into the sword, right? Lin Qian, if you can let Song Xian and Gao Fei go away, I will do anything

I can promise you...because, living with me is the best release for him...

The sword cleanses the wind.

The flowers withered with the air waves in the dark night, chasing one after another like silver threads stolen from the sky, carefully experiencing the bitterness of the gurgling light strands - this may be Song Xian's truest soul? It's not his former thorns.

He is heartless and even ruthless, but is it really his deep love and love for Yuze now to give Jingthorn?

The artistic conception of the gurgling rain outside the curtain is poured on the crystal-clear body of the gurgling sword, flowing circulating, and the lingering white and sparse shadows of mian are condensed in this person's hands or in his heart... Song Xian, Song Xian, actually, I

Want to be in your heart all the time...

The instant loose and tight attack was completely tense again - Song Xian used his advantage to design the swordsmanship and cleverly invited you into the trap. The enemy is not an ordinary person. In daily life, this kind of slut is commonplace and he has not fallen into the trap.

Song Xian used this sword game naturally and peacefully, without losing elegance. Even though he showed his flaws, he was almost perfect. The enemy could instinctively follow him and guided the sword into it, just like he knew it was wrong. If he wanted to save it, it was too late!

Seeing the enemy's sword in his hand sinking deep in the surrounding area of ​​the cyan sword, waiting to be broken into pieces, the cyan sword energy shook the clouds and sealed the opponent's door to survive. At that moment, Song Xian was not a disabled person whose eyes were temporarily invisible.

people!

Song Xian suddenly felt a heat from his ear to his back. It was wrong, the battle was not over yet!

Murong saw it very clearly. Although the enemy's right hand was already covered by the cyan sword, it had a sixth finger, slender and vicious, poking straight towards Song Xian's wrist!

It was a while, and then Song Xian took a quick turn and took a few steps back. The soil and stones fell from the cliff immediately. When Song Xian stood up, he was sweating profusely: It was so dangerous!

The duel of experts has always been - traveling a hundred miles and a half ninety!

The enemy and me are clearly distinguished. There are six first-class masters with fingers, and they are Jin people. Murong Jingtie suddenly realized: "So it is Zheng Miyun, the sixth place in Jinbei?"

"Zheng Miyun? No impression at all..." Song Xian smiled frankly. If the memory was still there, I would probably say the same thing.

"Yang Songxian!" Zheng Miyun was furious, "I don't care what happened to you, and I'm so amnesia and blind now. I only know that it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!"

What kind of deep hatred will be between Zheng Miyun and Song Xian? Murong frowned: Could it be that when Song Xian and Zheng Miyun met on the battlefield when they were in Hongao Village, Shandong?
Chapter completed!