"Weeping blood... I... I only have you..."Xuanyuan Xiang gently brushed the handle of the weeping knife with his hand, as if he was comforting the weeping blood, and as if he was comforting himself.

......

Just when Xuanyuan Xiang was standing in front of Liu Zhemei's tomb, a person was quietly sad, I don't know when, in the woods behind him, a figure stood quietly above the tree, just like that... So quietly... Quietly looked at Xuanyuan Xiang.

The man's back was also carrying a long sword like Xuanyuan Xiang, and the long sword, as if sensing something, trembled behind the man's back, as if he had seen the old man and seen the ...... The man's gaze looked at Xuanyuan Xiang, but he couldn't hide the heat in his eyes, finally... He couldn't hold back any longer, the long sword was unsheathed, and a long hissing sound, accompanied by a silver light, the figure of that person shot quickly towards the back of Xuanyuan Xiang's heart, as soon as he shot, it was a fatal move, it seemed... This person also came for Xuanyuan Xiang's life.

However, that person didn't seem to bother to sneak attack Xuanyuan Xiang from behind, and ran all the way, without hiding the scattered killing intent, just a few feet away from Xuanyuan Xiang where the sword blade was only a few feet away, Xuanyuan Xiang, like a long eye in the back of his head, cried blood out of the sheath, and a bloody light filled the sky.

The light dissipated, and the place where the blade of the sword hit was the bloody knife edge, and the man stabbed it hard, but it was the disciple who bent the sword body, but he couldn't make Xuanyuan Xiang retreat by half a minute.

Xuanyuan Xiang's wrist shook slightly, the edge of the bloody knife flicked quickly, the two huge forces collided, Xuanyuan Xiang and the others both flew out upside down, and retreated a few steps on the ground before stabilizing their figures, but... Xuanyuan Xiang looked at it at this glance, and the person holding the long sword was Yu Xing, who had been reading for several days, Yu Xing, who killed Liu Zhemei, and Yu Xing, who was going to find him.

"Xuanyuan Xiang, after a few years, you are really chic, this head is about to resound in the martial arts. Seeing the old man in front of him, Yu Xing held the Cloud Shadow Sword tightly in his hand, but he could not suppress the excitement in his heart, after waiting for so many years, Yu Xing even did not hesitate to bury the emotion in his heart, in order to one day, when he met Xuanyuan Xiang again, he could become the one who really defeated him.

And on this day, I lived up to my own wait for so many years, and finally... It's finally here, Yu Xing... Finally, I was able to get justice for the things I did when I was young, and I was able to get justice for the grievances I had suffered for many years, as long as I defeated him, I would be worthy of the humiliation I had suffered for so many years.

But the moment Xuanyuan Xiang saw Yu Xing, how could the anger in his heart be suppressed, behind him... Behind it was the tomb of Liu Zhemei, who died in Yu Xing's hands, crying blood and waving, Xuanyuan Xiang stepped forward and took a step, the fierce color in his eyes was almost overflowing with tears, "Yu! Xing! You! It's you!"

"Of course it's me. Yu Xing naturally didn't know what Xuanyuan Xiang said, he was talking about killing Liu Zhemei, but he thought that what Xuanyuan Xiang said was that he didn't expect that he would suddenly appear here, "I really didn't expect that in the back mountain of the martial arts hall, you didn't die when you fell off the cliff, and it was really fateful." ”

"Yu Xing! you can't take this life of mine, but it's your life, today, I Xuanyuan Xiang must take it!" Today, Liu Zhemei is also here, just behind him, Xuanyuan Xiang must avenge her, it has nothing to do with the original grievances, nor does it have anything to do with the sword feud of the year, just for Liu Zhemei, she should not die, let alone die in the hands of Yu Xing, this debt, Xuanyuan Xiang must get it back for Liu Zhemei.

"Yes, haha, yes, today you are not the original Xuanyuan Xiang, you are the number one devil in the martial arts, how many people in the martial arts are not your opponents, even the heads of big factions such as Han Zhi Shitai are defeated in your hands, it seems... I'm really no match for you. Although Yu Xing's words were so, there was no trace of cowardice on Yu Xing's face, as if even if today's Xuanyuan Xiang was not the same as in the past, but in Yu Xing's eyes, he still didn't take him to heart.

"Since you know, then you should know that today! You have a life to come, but you have no life to go!" Xuanyuan Xiang was already impatient, at this time the voice just fell, he had already rushed towards Yu Xing, the weeping blood on his hand seemed to be able to feel the anger in Xuanyuan Xiang's heart, the red blade exuded a bright red light, how can it be described as covering the sky and the sun, a few inches away from Yu Xing, Xuanyuan Xiang rose up, wept blood blade, and slashed towards Yu Xing's face, Qiongqiong Gang wind, blowing Yu Xing's face for a while.

"It's good!" Yu Xing watched Xuanyuan Xiang's knife slash, even though it was magnificent, but it also ignited the infinite battle intent in Yu Xing's heart, the corners of his mouth lifted a wicked smile, the cloud shadow came out of the sheath, and let out a dragon groan, and the place where the blue light crossed was exactly the place where Xuanyuan Xiang cleaved.

"Bell..."There was a crisp sound, the blades intersected, although it seemed to be just an ordinary blow, both of them tried their best, and the internal force resisted each other, and no one flinched, until death.

I haven't seen him for many years, Xuanyuan Xiang doesn't know what kind of encounter Yu Xing has had in recent years, but Xuanyuan Xiang has been practicing hard since he entered the Valley of Bliss, coupled with today's crying blood, Xuanyuan Xiang feels that he is already invincible, but the injuries on his body have not healed.

When it was difficult to cry blood further, Xuanyuan Xiang was in the air, it was the halfway way to change his move, with the power of the blade to resist, Xuanyuan Xiang's feet kicked towards Yu Xing's chest, this kick used internal force, if it was really kicked in Yu Xing's chest, I was afraid that it would be blood splashed on the spot.

Yu Xing saw it clearly, and hurriedly stretched out a palm and put it across his chest, but in this way, the Cloud Shadow Sword lost its strength, and it went down again and again, sticking to Yu Xing's shoulder, between the lightning and the stone and fire, Yu Xing's Cloud Shadow Sword flipped over, showed the blade, and slashed sideways towards Xuanyuan Xiang's palm.

(End of chapter)