Chapter 245 Choice

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

The sound of killing in the sky, a lonely grave has been dyed red by the river of blood.

The isolated tombstone is shaking, and one side of the tomb has collapsed, and the coffin carved out of yù stone is out.

The sword qi continued to sweep past the yù coffin, and the surface of the yù coffin was full of cracks, as if it could be broken at any time.

When he stepped into this land again, Mu Chen's eyes were already bloodshot, and the lonely tomb was the resting place of his beloved.

The tombstone was sketched by his fingers with a pen, and the coffin was carved by his hand.

In the dilapidated courtyard, several black-clothed people were besieging the children of the Ye family with all their might, and the sword qi was constantly dispersed around, and the lonely tomb was constantly washed by the sword qi that was scattered, Mu Chen's footsteps became extremely slow, and the empty dòng's eyes were scanning the courtyard, looking for a familiar figure, and a tǐng figure appeared in Mu Chen's eyes.

The figure jumped suddenly, and at the same time, the long sword came out like a streamer, killing several black-clothed people, and landed next to the figure, which was Ye Tiejing.

Sword marks were all over Ye Tiejing's body, and the blood stains stained the robe red, at this moment, Ye Tiejing was slightly sloppy, as if it would dissipate at any time, but there was always a trace of firmness on his face.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Ye Tiejing, like snow-white hair fluttering in the wind, that familiar sword, Ye Tiejing's eyes couldn't help but stare at that familiar face, his face welled up with ecstasy, he got up from the ground with great difficulty, his right hand was extremely difficult to support the dilapidated house, coughed a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and said intermittently: "Young Master Mu Chen, hurry up and save Aunt Lan"

"Lan Gu, where is she?" Mu Chen pressed Ye Tiejing's shoulder with his right hand, and repeatedly poured true qi into Ye Tiejing's body, stopping Ye Tiejing's bleeding wound, so Ye Tiejing's face couldn't help but improve.

"Lan Gu was escorted to Wutang by some Ye family disciples, however, the defense over there has been breached, go and save it" Before he finished speaking, the blood stains on the corner of Ye Tiejing's mouth kept dripping, and he withdrew Mu Chen's right hand, his face became more and more pale, and his figure swayed, as if he could fall down at any time, and said weakly: "Go and save Lan Gu, I am already a mortal person, don't be angry"

Suddenly, the sound of killing in Wutang became louder and louder, and a strong smell of blood wafted out, which undoubtedly showed the fierceness of the battle over there, and at this moment, Lan Gu's life was obviously in danger.

"You take care" Mu Chen's slightly hoarse voice sounded, and his figure suddenly burst out, crossing the dilapidated wall of the courtyard and heading in the direction of the martial hall.

At the moment of crossing the wall, Mu Chen suddenly looked back at the dilapidated lonely grave, two tears washed the blood on his face and slowly dripped down, and that glance seemed to imprint the lonely grave deeply in his heart.

The wind has a bit of a taste of longing, in the gray and blue jiāo weaving heavenly stream, with a wisp of melancholy, with a gaze.

Love is like a long river, the left bank is an unforgettable memory, and the right bank is an insurmountable moat.

Who was it that cried in front of the lonely grave and became a song, promising to protect it for the rest of his life and never give up.

Who was it that was drunk in front of the lonely grave and carved a coffin with one hand.

Who was it that stood in dementia in front of the lonely grave and sketched the tombstone with one stroke.

The vast land is broken with a sword, where the prosperity is singing. Leaning on the clouds to hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Mu Chen smiled miserably, at this moment, how much he wanted to stand in front of the tombstone with a sword and protect the beloved son who was sleeping on the ground, but he couldn't, because his ears were still wandering: "Don't give me nonsense, Mu Chen, if you are a man, hurry back to the Ye family now to rescue Lan Gu and him." "Ye Chen created opportunities with his life, how could Mu Chen live up to Ye Chen

At the moment of leaving, still looking back, Mu Chen roared in the sky, and the howling sound was full of helplessness.

Silently rushed in the direction of Wutang, tears fell, and flew in the direction of the lonely tomb with the breeze, and fell to the ground weakly.

I hope that in the coming year, where the tears fall, I will be able to open up a lifetime of thoughts and love

The lonely tomb shook in the sword qi as if it could fall down at any time, until the end, the tombstone had been broken by the sword qi, and the entire coffin was also broken, because the coffin could keep the corpse from rotting, the faces of the people inside were still the same, and the children of the Shuye family would continue to gather towards the lonely grave, and the three men in black looked at them with a sneer, their eyes were like cats looking at mice.

The sword qi was like a torrent, and the terrifying coercion made the faces of dozens of Ye family disciples pale and their bodies trembled involuntarily, but there was a firm look in their eyes.

The sword qi that filled the sky swept like a storm of wind, and many of the outer disciples had despair in their eyes.

However, at this moment, a crisp sword sound sounded, the sword qi dissipated like water meets fire, the people in black were all stunned, and then looked back, the endless coercion went to the rear, the branches were crushed and broken, the original dilapidated wall collapsed, and a cold and silent figure emerged, the figure swayed, and it was Ye Tiejing.

At this moment, Ye Tiejing's face was like ashes, but a terrifying momentum erupted from his whole body, walking towards the three black-clothed people, his steps were light, but there was a thunderous footsteps, and the loud footsteps fell into the eyes of the three black-clothed people, but it was a thunderbolt from the sky, and every foot seemed to step on their hearts.

"Young Master Mu Chen, I'll guard you here" A faint chill flashed from Ye Tiejing's dark eyes, and those eyes were like the cold wind in winter, coldly blowing the faces of the three black-clothed people

"**, it's actually a dead ghost, I'm afraid of máo" The corners of a black-clothed man's mouth raised slightly, a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes, and his eyes looked at Ye Tiejing coldly.

Through the gap, Ye Tiejing clearly saw the collapsed tombstone, the chill on his body was even stronger, the figure came out in vain, jumped to the tombstone, coughed a few times, blood stains fell down the corners of his mouth, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Don't be afraid, no matter how strong they are, they are just martial artists in the martial arts realm, even if our strength is not good, the combined strength will definitely not be weaker than them."

Even having said that, the despair on the faces of the Ye family disciples beside him did not diminish in the slightest, and the combined strength of the three peak martial artists was not comparable to them.

One of the black-clothed men sneered, his figure slowly disappeared in place, his figure crossed the space of twenty meters almost instantly, the long sword in his hand slashed towards Ye Tiejing in the air, and the golden sword burst out with a sword qi that was more than three meters long, and the sword qi continued to jump on the tip of the sword, like an angry beast, a light sound sounded, and the huge pressure slashed towards Ye Tiejing's neck along the blade.

The terrifying momentum made Ye Tiejing's figure pause, and the wound that had stopped the bleeding ruptured again, and blood gushed out wildly.

The momentum did not destroy Ye Tiejing's will, and his body seemed to turn into a floating duckweed, but it seemed that it was still as powerful as a mountain, which made people's hearts palpitate, and he suddenly slashed forward and slashed out the book.

Even though Ye Tiejing slashed out several swords, he still couldn't resist the attack of the man in black, but Ye Tiejing still didn't give up, concentrating most of the sword yuan power on the xiōng chest to form a light shield, and then sneered a few times, his toes touched several strands of sword qi, and the long sword was held straight, rushing towards the man in black.

Ye Tiejing's move was undoubtedly beyond his strength in the eyes of the middle-aged man in blue, and he suddenly waved again, and the speed of his figure couldn't help but speed up a few points, and the distance of several meters came in the blink of an eye, and the domineering momentum instantly disintegrated Ye Tiejing's offensive, and the long sword entered Ye Tiejing's chest like a broken bamboo.

The light shield in front of Ye Tiejing collapsed in an instant, but it also endured Ye Tiejing's offensive without xiǎo.

The blood mist swayed, and the sharp sword qi slashed through Ye Tiejing's chest, several bones were broken, and the gurgling blood suddenly moistened Ye Tiejing's entire chest.

Seeing that Ye Tiejing would be defeated with a sword, the man in black couldn't help laughing wildly, and was about to end the humble life in front of him, his eyes slowly glanced towards Ye Tiejing, but this glance could no longer be removed, at this moment, he actually saw a trace of ridicule on Ye Tiejing's face, as if mocking his ignorance, is it really a mockery?

In the shocked gaze of the man in black, Ye Tiejing, who was supposed to have no counterattack, actually moved his right hand suddenly, and the long sword passed through his xiōng breast, and also passed through the heart of the man in black, until death, the man in black would not believe that he would actually die in the hands of a dying person, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and as Ye Tiejing's long sword was pulled out, the body of the man in black fell to the ground weakly.

"Remember, never look at your own strength, even if it is an ant, you can also make the peak martial artist of the Martial Arts Realm fall" Turning his head with great difficulty, Ye Tiejing said intermittently.

The intermittent sentence gave people a kind of spiritual shock, on the ground, the corpse was still dripping with blood, and at this moment, Ye Tiejing's constantly shaking figure was constantly magnifying in the eyes of several Ye family disciples.

"Looking for death" Seeing that his companion was dead, the two black-clothed men shouted angrily and came towards Ye Tiejing.

Biting his mouth tightly, Ye Tiejing's figure fell weakly backwards like a kite with a broken string, rolled on the ground a few times, and hit the fallen tombstone before stopping.

Luckily dodged the offensive sword of the two, but the killing intent of the two men in black was even stronger, and they walked towards Ye Tiejing step by step, the long sword in their hands hung on the ground, and the sharp tip of the sword left a deep sword mark on the ground, with each step, the momentum of the man in black increased by one point, and the children of the Ye family, including Ye Tiejing, spit out a mouthful of blood.

A sneer rose to the corner of his mouth, and the two of them finally stopped in front of Ye Tiejing, the tip of the sword coldly pointed at Ye Tiejing's nose, and mocked: "Die"

Ye Tiejing smiled indifferently, people are inherently dead, as long as it is meaningful to die, young master, Tiejing is incompetent

The long sword was slowly raised, and the sword qi jumped at the tip of the sword, cutting off a few strands of Ye Tiejing's black hair, and suddenly, the long sword fell

However, at this moment, there was a clear roar, tumbling from far to near, the whistle was extremely vague at first, intermittently as if it did not exist, however, in the end, it sounded in Ye Tiejing's ears like thunder: "Looking for death" Ye Tiejing suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, his eyes were full of disbelief Looking at the place where the whistle came from, there was an extremely familiar breath coming, that breath he could not forget in his life, it was the breath that belonged to that person, in Ye Tiejing's scattered gaze, a figure emerged from the sky