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The cold wind blew wantonly on Ling Tianyun's naked upper body, the cold wind was like a knife, blowing on his upper body with lines outlined like a knife, and the bulging muscles were like a build. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The cold wind blew on his body and drew red blood marks like seals, but he didn't feel any pain, he was already numb physically and mentally, he had no sense, and all he could feel was the fragrant body temperature of the only girl in his chest who was pierced by a long sword, and the fragrance of the breeze and moon in his hair. What he held in his hand was the girl's hair like green silk, the silk was like a soft finger, and the roots were pierced into his heart like a long needle and a sharp sword, making the blood in his heart surge wildly.

The lock of hair in his hand touched his numb body, the cold wind knife cut the blood like a knife, the blood in his heart was gushing, and the end of his sadness was strong. The sadness in Ling Tianyun's heart could not come out wildly, he could only let the cold wind like a knife blow wildly, and his naked upper body was streaked with blood, not knowing if it was blown by the wind or left by the battle.

The warm jade-like blood stains on his body also began to solidify, and the smell of bloodthirsty blood began to be blown by the cold wind, gradually becoming lighter, but the knife-like pain in his heart would not be lightened by the wind, but would only become more intense because of the cold wind. The girl who was supposed to be delicate and ready to bloom was murdered, but he could only watch the girl fall into his arms, slowly disappearing. And her murderer mocked himself and left in his gaze.

The feeling of losing a loved one was always heartbreaking, and that heart-wrenching feeling of sadness made Ling Tianyun unforgettable, and this feeling had always been deeply engraved in his mind. He looked up to the sky and wanted to shout, but he couldn't, and everything that happened in front of him was like a dream. It's just that the dream is so cruel and ferocious, almost wanting to make him life worse than death, and the pain of losing his relatives is better than the pain of skin and bones.

The cold wind blew on his face, and the tears turned into the thorn of the whiplash, which pierced Ling Tianyun's heart fiercely,

The night was miserable, and the starlight turned into those blurry eyes, and it was Feng Xiaociao's delicate and wise eyes watching him, and his wordless gaze turned into a little flickering light.

The blood has not yet dried, the crisis still exists, the Feng family is shrouded in a bloody breath that is forced to come, and the hideous and wild surge in this dark night, and the endless color storm swept in, except for the dazzling sword light in the front yard, it fell into a long silence, and there was no movement.

Ling Tianyun cleaned up that desolate mood, lowered down and picked up the big knife that he had fallen, and the big knife was no longer heavy at this moment. Because his heart had already been burned by the surging tragic anger, which aroused endless power in his body, and the true qi in his body also rushed out, roaring the dragon and roaring the tiger.

The heaviest sorrow should also be put away, because this is not the time for him to be sad, he wants to turn this grief into a roaring power, the strong enemy of the Feng family has not been broken, and whether the stormy Feng family can survive this critical moment is still unknown. Ling Tianyun tore off the rags that were still hanging on his body, lifted his heavy lead-like feet, and turned around and walked towards the front yard of the Fengfu courtyard. What he was most worried about at this time was his grandfather Feng Yu Xiu, he just wanted to admit it, but he encountered such a tragic change, and he had not had time to enjoy the strong family affection, but he was brutally destroyed by the strong enemy of the Feng family.

At this moment, there was no movement in the front yard, neither the sound of weapons fighting nor the sound of people talking, everything seemed so silent, and there was a strong crisis in the strange silence, which made people feel suffocated. Ling Tianyun's cold, knife-like face revealed a few hints of resoluteness, he looked around, and found that the silence everywhere was as if it was dead, no qi appeared in this courtyard, and everyone seemed to have disappeared. Even the most crowded house in the courtyard of the Feng family, which he was familiar with, was lifeless, and the big house opened its bloody mouth like a hideous beast, waiting for its prey to appear.

Every time Ling Tianyun took a step forward, his mood became heavier, he stared intently, and vaguely, he felt that there was an inexplicable danger hidden everywhere, which made his heart tense all the time. The broadsword in his hand was like that faithful patron saint, he held it tightly, and the starlight of the dark night shone with a palpitating light, just like the bloody glow reflected by his broadsword, it was as fierce as a demon, as strange as an evil.

The sword light flashed, but it could not disperse the sorrow of the people in the rivers and lakes, and the night stars were faintly shining, but they could not illuminate the return journey of other families.

The wordless rout in his heart hammered his former self-confidence again, casting his iron bones, looking up to the sky and sighing, but he couldn't sigh the sadness that surged in his heart.

Ahead, figures moved, no torches lit up, only the faint and bright starlight, and the dark night under the starlight was still clear as usual.

The first thing that poured into Ling Tianyun's eyes was a slender and lonely figure, the figure in white Sheng Xue was arrogant and lonely, he looked up at the sky, his hands wrapped around a simple scabbard sword. His slender body, his whole body exuded a cold and arrogant aura, and a cold temperament that rejected people for thousands of miles spontaneously.

The man stood coldly, one person independent of the starry sky, and a transcendent sword was intent on breaking through the boundless sky, as if the man was standing in the vast starry sky. Ling Tian's Jedi-like sword intent rolled out, surging away the flickering starlight, covering the sky and the sun. And he is like the peerless sword that broke out of the sheath, exuding a cold frost and brilliant breath, a pair of deep star-like eyes flashed with blazing light and looked straight at the endless starry sky, the cold wind blew his snow-like white clothes, hunting, arrogance is his nature, and his sharp sky-breaking temperament is his foundation.

This is Zhang Xiaofeng, who is known as the Sword God of the Eastern Regions on the rivers and lakes of Wuyue Kingdom in the Eastern Regions, who was entrusted by the old man to protect the Feng family, but at this time, the Feng family suffered a catastrophe, he stood proudly, no one dared to approach him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In addition to the sword god Zhang Xiaofeng who stood in the wind, a group of people from the Feng family in front of Zhang Xiaofeng were forming a circle, their expressions were solemn, their expressions were serious, their eyes were full of tears, and in the center of their circle lay an old man with sideburns like frost, the old man's chest was like a blooming flower, the blood had already been dried by the wind, and the thick smell of blood had long since disappeared.

Ling Tianyun came slowly, at this time, there were only everyone from the Feng family in the courtyard of the Feng family, and there were also friends who stayed in the Feng family to resist the strong enemy, except for the arrogant peerless swordsman who stood alone, the others were all in a circle, silent, with such solemn and solemn expressions.

There has been no trace of the Khitan people here for a long time, and the more than ten Khitan warriors and Yelu Wuji have long been out of the feudal mansion, leaving traces of blood on the ground, but there is not a single corpse. And the Feng family except for his grandfather Feng Yu Xiu, the others seemed to be unharmed.

Although he knew it in his heart, Ling Tianyun still didn't believe that it was true, he couldn't believe that the expected thing had been confirmed, he didn't believe that the grandfather he had just admitted had been in danger. His feet were like a thousand pounds, making it difficult for him to take a step again, he could only stand far away from the peerless swordsman Zhang Xiaofeng who was standing alone and proudly, he didn't dare to move forward, not because he was afraid of the Ling Tian sword intent and the cold aura like winter frost emanating from the swordsman's body.

He just didn't dare to confirm his sudden foreboding, he didn't dare to face the fact that his grandfather had an accident, although he already had the answer in his heart, he still didn't dare to come forward to confirm.

Sensing Ling Tianyunyun's arrival, Zhang Xiaofeng just glanced at him coldly, without any words, after looking at him for a moment, he returned to his arrogant and lonely posture, the vast and boundless dome seemed to have an infinite attraction, attracting him deeply.

One is a persistent swordsman who is absolutely committed to swordsmanship, and the other is a resolute young man who has a strong interest in swords, the distance between the two is not too far away, but these two people have a similar temperament, and a sharp and awe-inspiring aura bursts out. One is a cold breath that exalts and is angry, and the other is a spirit that is introverted like a cloud.

Ling Tianyun's eyes swept over the peerless swordsman in white who was looking up proudly, but as soon as his gaze fell on the other party's body, he had a feeling of being frozen in his soul, as if his soul could be frozen by the aura emanating from his body at any time, making his heart tremble inexplicably.

Although there was hesitation in his heart, he still stepped forward slowly, holding the big knife in his hand tightly, fine beads of sweat poured out of his palm, and the big knife in his hand almost fell off. His heart was tense, his body walked slowly, and his heart was pounding wildly.

When someone in the crowd saw Ling Tianyun's arrival, they all got out of the way, and the path that could only accommodate one person was out of the way. Ling Tianyun saw a familiar face, Xiao Qi who took him into the Feng Mansion, as well as Yuan Xiaoliu, a native of the Zhou Dynasty, several old martial artists of the Feng family, Zeng Jijiang, Zhang Xiangquan, and some old servants of the Feng family, among them, there were some new faces, but there were sad eyes in the eyes of this group of people, and a solemn atmosphere arose.

Ling Tianyun walked slowly forward from the crowd with a big knife, and when he walked into the circle of people, a sad heart-piercing pain suddenly surged in his heart. What poured into front of him was a burly body hugging an old figure, with a sad look on his face with a national character, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes in addition to the darkness of excessive sadness.

With a "long time", the big knife in his hand fell directly to the ground, and Ling Tianyun's trembling body slowly moved forward, finally confirming the ominous premonition in his heart.

Feng Bupo hugged Feng Yuxiu's corpse, his eyes didn't have any tears, only a few traces of madness were burning in his eyes, he glanced at Ling Tianyun and whispered: "Xiaoyun, why do you want to come back, didn't you leave here, you go now, it's still too late." ”

The words were almost roaring at the end, but Ling Tianyun did not move, he knelt in front of Feng Yuxiu's corpse as if he had lost his soul, "bang, bang", he knocked on the ground fiercely, he didn't know how many times he kowtowed, he only felt a tingling sensation on his forehead, he seemed to completely ignore the blood flowing down his forehead, so that the blood blurred his eyes.

He didn't know that the blood on his forehead was flowing more and more, staining the ground red, but he still kept kowtowing his head, "bang bang bang", the sound of hitting head one by one hit everyone's hearts like a hammer, everyone was moved when they saw this, and their expressions of sadness and anger suddenly rose.

"You get up, you get up for me, you coward, if you want revenge, let me escape alive, otherwise Grandpa's spirit in the sky will not be blind." Feng Yanke really couldn't look at it, he knelt behind Feng Bupo, suddenly jumped out, rushed to Ling Tianyun's face, lifted him up, and almost roared at the bloodstained young man.

And Ling Tianyun's eyes were distracted, and he was softly lifted by Feng Yanke in his hand, he was like a puppet, allowing the other party to lift his body, his eyes had long since lost any luster color, he was like a walking corpse at the moment.