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Sunset, Murong Thorn and Yang Songxian, in the face of reality, they had to be captured-

The mud and sand rushed into Murong's eyes, and she was weak and was pulled by him to choose a path but had no direction! There was no direction, because Song Xian was close to Hantan, and suddenly her eyes were blind, and she couldn't see anything clearly! Could it be ...... His blindness...... Is it because of the recurrence of an old injury?!

That's fine, let him run away with her, and she will be his eyes, no matter who is chasing behind, no matter how tired, no matter how dangerous...... As she thought so, she instinctively looked behind her, the black dots behind her becoming more and more distinct—the abominable warrior whom he had pursued since he discovered them, and who seemed to be destined for them......

Murong eagerly tugged at Song Xian's sleeve: "Song Xian, your eyes ...... Is it okay? Why can't you suddenly see ......it? He's almost catching up with ......."

Song Xian heard the wind behind him, but Murong was short of energy, and he couldn't help but have a kind of courage in his heart, grabbed Murong's heart, and used his internal force to increase the speed of the two of them a little, but after a while, Murong beside him let out a trace of painful exclamation, and the soles of his feet grinded, and he stopped. To read the latest chapters, please lock the biquge.info of Aishang Novels

He knew why Murong was so frightened, behind was the pursuers, but in front, it was a kind of hollow, in front, there was a cliff! Murong's left foot was hanging in the air, his right foot was almost lost, and when he looked down, he was dizzy......

Although Song Xian's eyes did not improve, his hearing was unprecedentedly keen. Empty, only the strange silence from another world was left in his ears, in the desolate mountains and forests, such a melancholy was about to move into a murderous beast paradise at his feet, Song Xian could hear the direction and height of the cliff, and also heard the bloody killing at the bottom of the cliff without rules, and he understood that the exit would not be there.

Song Xian, do you know? The exit is actually in your heart, in your own heart. At that moment, Murong grabbed Song Xian's cold hand. With intuition, Song Xian judged that half of Murong's body had crossed the cliff boundary, and immediately took a few steps back and hugged her tightly to retreat from danger. After a false alarm, Murong escaped death, and his feelings fluctuated with both palpitations and excitement, and after calming down, he actually wanted to experience such a horror again: the death nourished by love does not have to be healed.

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There is no way to avoid a fight against the water. The face of the person who came was simple and weird, but the clothes were not demons, and the fit talent had fought intermittently, so that Song Xian and Murong both knew that the person who came was a golden person.

"Thorn, are you afraid?" Song Xian asked with a smile.

"Afraid, what's there to be afraid of?" Murong forcibly supported, and the clouds were light and light.

"Yang Songxian, he is already blind, and he is still pretending to be not afraid of anything!" The voice of the person who came was full of satisfaction that he had already won.

"He's not blind! He's just invisible for a short time!" Murong couldn't help but say with anger in his heart.

Song Xian immediately stopped her and smiled: "It turned out to be an old acquaintance?

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 beat me when I can't see?"

A trace of injury flashed in the desolate face of the visitor: "Why bother with a hard mouth when death is imminent!" As soon as the hard words fell, the killing machine was revealed. While talking and laughing, Song Xianjian also attacked, sticky and delicate, beautiful and ingenious, Murong barely stood firm, looking at him intently behind him.

From behind, his shadow was long, and the afterglow of the setting sun faintly sprinkled on the ground, but it could not block the breath of the clear sky he brought. Yes, Song Xian is like the turn of spring and summer, looking at a thousand miles, light blue, With the intoxicating sunny clear sky, and the silk sword, it is really integrated into the air embroidered into the sky of the continuous dense river, the starting point is endless, the end point is endless, the ups and downs are intertwined, a trace of gathering and scattering dependence, it is still a fusion of the sword, see too much of the thrilling battlefield, the intrigue of personnel, to the small building to taste a sip of spleen tea, the fragrance is enough to kill a qiē hustle and bustle, smooth out all the sharp, should shout, should hate, should fight, should kill, are melted, the fingers form the aftertaste......

This is the battlefield, a layer of painting paper gently peeled off in silence and quiet, after all, it can't stop the strong breaking of the ground and seeing the light of day.

Pretty, his people, his sword.

Even if Murong was attracted to him, he finally saw one thing clearly-his opponent's swordsmanship was definitely not inferior!

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, the wind is in a hurry at night.

If Song Xian's swordsmanship is fascinating, intriguing, seductive, immersive, and refreshing, then the enemy's swordsmanship is undoubtedly eye-catching, sensational, appalling, and shocking, making people dare not even look at it...... Ferocious, wild, furious...... A bloody slaughter that has been extinct in the rivers and lakes has been resurrected and strengthened from the other party's hands, and there are no words that can accurately describe his swordsmanship, because the table does not have such a tension that tears both inside and outside!

Murong could guess in an instant that the enemy had a kind of jealousy towards Song Xian!

There is nothing more crazy than jealousy, let alone a devastated and exhausted jealousy! The other party's look shows that he is jealous of Song Xian, and it is more than a year or two!

Almost all the deadly acupoints on Song Xian's body were the targets of the opponent's attack, but in a moment, these acupuncture points were all shrouded under the opponent's sword one after another, and the enemy's sword was killed step by step, one sword was rejected, and the other move had already attacked to a new place to transfer the position, which was actually a drain on the enemy's body and damaged the enemy's body, and it was expected that Song Xian would soon lose his memory and be defeated.

However, after all, Song Xian's swordsmanship is strong, he has always been not afraid of hardships and dangers, and he knows his fate calmly responds to the enemy in danger, and the sword style falls as always, and the silk sword is like a corner of the rain curtain illuminated by a firelight in the dark, leaning on the wind coldly, lightly touching the night, and skillfully embellishing the side of the stars.

And the enemy, after a hundred attacks were unbreakable, became angry, a new offensive and the Nine Heavens Twilight Flute with the power of turning over the river and the sea surging erosion of the silk sword body, trying to create a zào out of Song Xian's flaws and drive straight in, the enemy's eyes were red, and he told Song Xian: His jealousy of Song Xian is still unswerving after the sea is dry and rotten!

This strong cold light pierced Song Xianqing clearly: In this world, there seem to be all kinds of hatred. A personal feud is always smaller than a public feud, but it is much more intense, urgent, and anxious, and because it is insignificant, it is more conspicuous until it is important in a person's life......

Song Xian smiled, he had amnesia, it may not be a good thing, I can't remember who he hated before...... But at the same time, I don't remember who I loved before......

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Soft, strong.

As fate dictates, Song Xian and the enemy, the former has a gentle and elegant atmosphere, so the sword is visible, the ink is dyed in the landscape, light as the west wind of the mountain stream, almost completely missing, but the latter has the quality of the mountain villager, but the swordsmanship is rough in appearance and sharp in connotation.

It seems that one article and one martial arts, one static and one moving, one soft and one rigid, but in fact, it is quite strong, selling the soul of the clouds, and folding the autumn wind and longevity.

There is no need to weave, and the air is full of thousands of threads thrown by the shadow of the silk sword. The enemy was obviously shocked by the agitation of Song Xianqing's sword unity, and he was so subtle and profound without leaving a trace, no matter whether he was an instant outburst or always subtle, of course the enemy would be shocked!

The world's martial arts are really broad and profound, and the silk sword is a rare realm in this prosperous rivers and lakes, who can understand the mystery!

In the past, Song Xian's silk sword struggled for a long time and there was no room for progress, and it had a chaotic posture and less aggressiveness, but at this moment, in addition to a profound awakening in Song Xian's swordsmanship, any shortcomings have disappeared, although his eyes are blind for no reason, the sword path is clear as usual, moving with emotion, ups and downs, and handy - just because, he has love in his heart, isn't it?

Murong smiled dismally: How many weapons are practiced, what is needed is ruthlessness and absolute righteousness, only this silk sword, what you want is to melt into the sword, right? Lin Qian, if you can let me and Song Xian fly away, I can promise you anything...... Because, living with me is the best release for him......

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The sword cleanses the wind.

The flying flowers in the dark night withered with the air waves, following the silver filaments that seemed to be stolen from the sky, and carefully experienced the bitterness of the murmuring wisps - this may be Song Xian's truest soul? Not his ruthlessness or even ruthlessness to the thorns in the past, but really his deep love and pity for the thorns that Yu Ze gave to the thorns now?

The artistic conception of the murmuring rain outside the curtain is poured on the crystal body of the silk sword, circulating and flowing, and the lingering snow-white shadow is condensed in the hands of this person, or in the heart...... Song Xian, Song Xian, actually, I want to be in your heart all the time......

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The tight offensive that was sparse in an instant, once again completely tense - Song Xian used his advantage to design the sword game, and skillfully invited the king into the urn at one time, the enemy is not an idle person, this kind of false swaying to lure the enemy should be commonplace on weekdays, and he did not hit the plan, but Song Xian Shicai This sword game was naturally and peacefully, without losing its elegance, although it was flawed, it was almost perfect, the enemy instinctively followed, and the sword was entered, just like knowingly committing a crime, and then trying to redeem it, it was too late!

Seeing that the sword in the enemy's hand was surrounded by the silk sword on all sides, just waiting to be shattered, at that moment, the silk sword qi was in the clouds, sealing the opponent's door to survival, and at that moment, where was Song Xian a disabled person whose eyes were temporarily invisible!

Song Xian, but suddenly felt a burst of heat from the root of his ears to his back, no, the battle is not over yet!

Murong saw it clearly, although the enemy's right hand was already shrouded in the silk sword, there was a sixth finger, slender and vicious, and it stabbed straight at Song Xian's wrist!

said that it was too late, it was fast, Song Xian took a sharp turn and suddenly took a few steps sideways, and there was immediately a loose fall of earth and rocks on the cliff, and when Song Xian stood up straight, he was already sweating: It's dangerous!

The duel of masters has always been - half ninety for a hundred miles!

On the contrary, the enemy and me are distinct, there is a first-class master with six fingers, and it is a golden man, Murong Thorn suddenly brightened: "It turned out to be the sixth Zheng Miyun in Jinbei?"

"Zheng Miyun, I don't have any impression ......at all," Song Xian smiled calmly, if the memory was still there, I am afraid he would still say so.

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

What kind of deep hatred will there be between Zheng Miyun and Song Xian? Murong frowned: Could it be that when they were in Shandong Red Jacket Village before, Song Xian and Zheng Miyun met on the battlefield?

"Silk, silk, sword. Zheng Miyun bit lightly, "The name is well deserved, but can you break my 'six-fingered sword line' now?"

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