Blood rained down, and a white-clothed figure ran wildly in the rain.

Sometimes there was a long howl, sometimes a roar, and the blood rain around them all swirled around.

It rained all night, and when the sun was rising, the overcast sky gradually cleared.

Eight Cold Hell, Flower City, this city covered in delicate flowers, the scenery is picturesque, like the world outlined by the tip of a painter's pen.

The vicissitudes of life on the city wall are covered with green vines, the light of the morning sun falls on it, and the green vines desperately climb up, just to strive for more sunlight and water.

The breeze suddenly picked up and woke up the raindrops swirling under the green vines.

The sky was rarely seen by a night of rain that was rare in hell.

Bursts of fragrance permeate the Flower City, which was originally a simple settlement of some tribes, but has become a landscape on the horizon.

The tall boulder door fell with a bang, and the sound of horses' hooves gradually rose, crushing the red all over the ground.

The sad song of withered leaves wafted in the morning breeze, the desolation and desolation flowed backwards into a river, and the red scars were piled up all over the ground.

One by one, the tall horses galloped out, the petals flowed between the horses' hooves, and the warrior with a stern expression sat peacefully on the horse's back, the sword weapon in his hand glowing with a faint cold light.

Wang You is a warrior in the Huacheng tribe, although his cultivation is not strong, but he has extremely rich experience in fighting, with rich experience, his team kills thousands of demonic beasts every month.

Early in the morning, Wang You took dozens of warriors out of the city. After a night of indulgence, most people have a look of exhaustion on their faces.

"It's not a trivial matter to be in a moment when you want to be in a hurry to hunt a demonic beast!" Wang You chattered, his nagging always making the other members laugh helplessly.

Bang bang! The tall steed leaped a few feet. Like an arrow off the string.

As soon as he came out of the Flower City, Wang You's face changed, and he suddenly grabbed the reins, and the wild horse immediately neighed, and his hooves jumped in the void.

The faces of several warriors changed slightly, raised their heads, and looked forward.

An elderly figure stood in front of the stone path, his long hair draped over his shoulders. Cover up the old face.

Even so, those vicissitudes of life were still exposed to the sight of Wang You and the others.

The old man held a rusty sword weapon in his right hand, and the sword weapon was dim and irrelevant, not even a trace of the sharpness that a sword weapon should have.

"Old man. It's time for the hunting party to leave the city, so if you don't want to be hit by a horse, go aside!" scolded, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face.

If Wang You hadn't pulled the reins in time, otherwise, with the impact of sitting on the horse, the old man would definitely have been knocked out.

Meantime. With his aged figure, I'm afraid that this collision would be enough to kill him.

The old man ignored the middle-aged man's scolding, but looked at the void with flying petals with a blank expression, and sometimes smirked.

"Fool?" the middle-aged man frowned slightly. The next words died directly in the abdomen.

"Yusong, help him aside!" Wang Youjian's eyebrows also frowned. In the old man in front of him, he felt extremely weak vitality.

Hear the words. The middle-aged man smiled helplessly, dismounted, helped the old man to the side of the avenue, and muttered: "Old man, you are fortunate to have met the king, otherwise where would others pay attention to you, the old man who is about to enter the ground!"

The middle-aged man didn't care whether the old man understood or not, pointed to the wide stone path, and chattered, "Old man, remember not to run there." Huacheng Avenue is the only way for hunting teams, and there will be a lot of martial artists coming and going tomorrow!"

"With your body, how can you withstand a bump!" the middle-aged man shook his head, he noticed that the old man's gaze was always so gloomy, and there was a foolish smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What a madman!" the middle-aged man's right hand slapped on the old man's shoulder, and a trace of strong true qi poured into the old man's body along the palm.

The old man's pale face also rarely showed a touch of blood, and when he stopped his hand, the middle-aged man shook his head and strode towards Wang You and the others.

"Let's go!" Wang You sighed slightly, and for some reason there was a sad feeling in his heart, especially when he looked at the idiotic smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, the more this feeling became stronger.

After this little episode, Wang You and the others also had a lot of energy and swept away their previous fatigue.

"Ride!" dozens of horses galloped up again, splashing mud all over the ground.

Autumn strikes, the old man stands under the pear blossom tree, the fragrant pear blossom blooms under the silent sky, and the faint dark fragrance makes people intoxicated.

The petals as weak as snow fell on the old man's face, and the old man didn't know it, looking at the flying petals with a blank expression, and his pupils didn't have any focus.

The flowers are falling and the sky is full of flowers, and the weak vitality is dissipating on the petals.

When the petals crossed the old man's face, a trace of vitality sank into the old man's body.

The old man didn't know it, his eyes were always so dazed, lost in this colorful sky.

The sun is rising, the lazy autumn day renders the petals of the sky full of gold, and the flower city that has been silent all night resumes its previous hustle and bustle, and a famous warrior gallops out of the city to hunt monsters.

The fierce murderous aura and the flying petals are intertwined, which is both contradictory and natural.

Most of the warriors noticed the existence of the old man, cast a surprised gaze, and when they noticed that the old man's body had no true qi fluctuations at all, they retracted their gaze and rode away.

The autumn wind was bleak and combed to the bones, and the old man's body trembled slightly, like the falling dead leaves, and he didn't know where to go.

The petals fell on the sword, and the sword was so rusty that even the petals could not be cut.

The old man suddenly laughed wildly, the sword weapon in his hand was provoked, and he waved it wildly and stupidly, his sword was like his old body, weak, and he didn't even bring a sword wind.

Swing your sword when you're crazy and look at the sky when you're quiet. The old man kept repeating these movements, sometimes laughing wildly, and no one knew what he was laughing at, perhaps even himself.

The hustle and bustle of the world does not affect the old man, and the old man's madness does not affect the liveliness of the flower city.

Most people just know that there is an old madman from outside Huacheng, crazy and stupid.

The arrival of the old man has only become a topic for some idlers to talk about after dinner, and time has passed, and the sun has not yet faded.

The afterglow shone on the sky, a remnant of red, a blushing cloud, a faint wind blowing through the city wall overgrown with green vines, and the petals flew one after another.

The warriors who had gone out to hunt returned on horseback, most of them carrying injuries, and as these warriors entered the city, a faint smell of blood filled the air.

Wang You rode back, with a faint joy on his face, today's hunting is quite rich, there are hundreds of demonic beasts, the essence and blood of these demonic beasts can be refined into blood crystals, and the flesh and blood can also be used for snacks and dishes.

"Wang Tou, if you meet a crazy old man in the morning, you will have a bumper harvest today, it seems that that crazy old man can also bring good luck to people!" The middle-aged man known as Yusong chuckled, and there was still a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Wang You also smiled, and suddenly, Wang You's figure was shocked, and his eyes looked straight into the distance: "He's still here!"

Hearing this, Yu Song raised his head and looked ahead, and what caught his sight was an elderly figure, dancing in a chaotic sword style, a lifeless sword.

An inexplicable sadness arose in the hearts of Wang You and the others, Wang You sighed slightly, he could feel that the old man's breath was weaker than this morning, maybe tomorrow, the vitality in the old man's body would completely dissipate.

Dismounted, Wang You stepped on the ground full of mud, striding towards the old man.

The old man was used to being watched, and he didn't pay attention to Wang Shi's arrival, and the rusty sword slashed weakly through the void.

"I don't know about your past, but now you're not fit to be a swordsman!"

"Your hand can't hold the sword!" Wang Right whispered, his right hand raised, and his thick true qi swirled out.

Wang Youchao took a step forward, and his body was like a light and fluttering dead leaf, pressing on the old man's shoulder, and the old man's body was shocked, and he stood stupidly in place, and did not struggle.

The thick true qi poured into the old man's body, Wang You breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and whispered: "Old guy, tomorrow's sunrise will be very beautiful, I hope you can see it!"

With his hands closed, Wang You jumped back on his horse and rode into the city.

The weak True Qi was flowing in the old man's body, and the meridians in his body were broken, and these gentle True Qi were nourishing the broken meridians.

The falling petals fall in the deepest part of the night, the sunset is extinguished, and the sheng song of Yan Shan echoes in the flower city.

The flower city in the day is as quiet as the beauty of water, and the flower city at night is the singer who wanders the world, and the lights illuminate the small flower city as bright as day.

After a day of fighting, the warriors called friends and companions, lingered in the wine pavilion, and played in the land of flowers and willows.

In an ordinary wine shop, the king grabbed the wine jug with his right hand and drank it up to the sky, and the sound of wine was endless.

In the wine shop where singing and dancing is leveling, Wang You's heart can't integrate into the prosperity around him for a long time, but he feels an inexplicable sadness, and an old figure lingers in his mind for a long time.

"Alas!" Wang You sighed slightly, and the wine became less and less delicious.

Other warriors were a little surprised, today's bumper harvest, why did the leader sigh, only Yusong could guess some clues.

"I'll go out for a walk!" got up, Wang You grabbed a few jugs of wine, left a sentence and walked out of the wine shop.

The faint lights flickered, and the evening breeze swept by, lifting the falling petals.

Wang You drank and walked, and from time to time there were man's ecstasy on both sides, sometimes mixed with the moans of some singers.

Walking through the noisy streets, Wang You didn't know when he walked to the city gate, the city gate bathed in the moonlight looked a little bewitching and beautiful, especially the green vines that spread, and the frost and dew appeared on it.

Wang You's ghost sent a god out of the flower city, and the wide stone road was covered with a layer of flower petals.

There was a dead silence outside the flower city, and only the sound of falling flowers was left in the dead silence.

The cold moonlight flowed out like water, and under the moon before the flowers, a rusty sword flickered among the flowers