Chapter 868 Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers?

A slender hand pressed Lu Pressure's shoulder, and Lu Pressure looked back, and his eyes met Liuye's smiling face.

"This battle, I'm coming!" Although Liuye had a smile on his face, his eyes were extremely determined.

This was the first time that Lu Jian saw an incomparably determined look in Liuye's eyes.

"He's strong!" Lu Jian whispered. Hearing this, Liuye still smiled, "I know, but I have confidence!"

Turning around, Lu Jian looked at Huang Ming on the platform, closed his eyes, felt the unconcealed killing intent on Huang Ming's body, and said softly: "He wants to kill!"

"Go up, maybe you die?" Lu Pressure turned around, looked at Huang Ming with the same firm face, and chuckled: "So, I'll go!"

"Trust me!" Liuye still said this, and the two looked at each other.

No longer speaking, in Liuye's eyes, Lu Quan saw the absolute, and in Lu Quan's eyes, Liuye also saw the absolute look.

"Do you have to go?" Under Liuye's gaze, the corners of Lu Quan's mouth pulled into a bitter smile.

"You have to go!" Liuye was still smiling, smiling so calmly and indifferently: "Otherwise, I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

"If you go, you're going to walk back again!" Lu Jian sighed slightly, stretched out his hand, patted Liuye's shoulder fiercely, and didn't say anything more.

Raising his head, Liuye's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Huang Ming on the platform, and whispered, "Definitely!"

Holding the sword, Liuye turned to look at Feng Ge, depressed, Han Jian glanced at the three of them, and immediately, walked forward without hesitation.

When he took a few steps, Liuye stopped, glanced at the depressed again, and chuckled: "Depressed, you still have that temperament!"

"It's still that kind of temperament, I carry everything alone!" Liuye chuckled, a fierce momentum welled up from his body, his right foot was raised, he stepped on the falling snowflakes, and walked towards the platform step by step.

Hearing this, he raised his head depressedly, looked at the figure hidden by the wind and snow, and whispered, "I must come back!"

Lu Jian could feel the killing intent on Huang Ming's body, and he could also feel the depression.

Stepping on the snow, at least in the eyes of Liuye, he is walking very chic at the moment, but in the eyes of Tianhuazong and others, Liuye is destined to be a mortal person.

The general trend of the sword god also condensed out on Liuye's body, and the sword qi permeated all around, rolling up bursts of sword wind.

The sword wind pulled the wind and snow, whipped the flowing leaves' martial robes, and hunted in a white robe.

When the snow fell, Liuye's figure fell lightly on the platform, holding a sword, making a sword salute, and said lightly: "Sword God Liuye!"

"I didn't expect you to come!" In the wind and snow, Huang Ming suddenly spoke, and at this moment, he found that he couldn't understand the person in front of him.

No matter when, Liuye's face always has a faint smile, and he smiles so calmly and indifferently.

"Really?" Liuye chuckled as the snowflakes landed on the sword, and a crisp sword groan rang out.

"Even if you know that you are dying, you have to rush to die!" Huang Ming said lightly, the sword was raised, the sword qi was conjured up all around, and the cold wind blowing around became more and more cold.

Huang Ming's killing intent had already melted into this cold wind, and the coercion of the second layer of the soul martial arts spread out, and its aura tightly locked the flowing leaves, and within a radius of several miles, it seemed to become the territory under his control.

"There are people who live in the world and spend their lives doing nothing, and their life begins and ends in the ordinary!"

"A long time ago, I also thought that my life was like this, an ordinary beginning, an ordinary end!"

"Hehe, have you ever seen a firework, have you ever seen a meteor?" At this moment, Liuye and Huang Ming stood on the platform like acquaintances and talked.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Tianhua Sect who were originally shouting for Huang Ming were all stunned, why did Senior Brother Huang Ming talk nonsense to that person, just understand it with a sword.

"Fireworks?" Hearing this, Huang Ming's sword finger was raised, and his sword qi flowed through his fingertips, transforming into a picture of fireworks blooming.