This re-enactment scene is like ten thousand ants devouring the heart, stinging Jing Zhaomei's own heart that he originally thought had been as hard and cold as iron.

Jing Zhaomei wanted to run over to stop the competition.

Jing Zhaomei wanted to run over to help his parents deal with the lightning knife Hong Hui.

However, he could only stand there in a daze, watching what had happened twenty years ago reappear in front of him, unable to move at all.

In his ears, only the low and slow sound of Lan Yutang sounded.

It's a phoenix night medie.

The sound of the flute continues, the scene continues, and the past continues.

Jing Zhaomei could only lean against the wall, staring at it all weakly.

I saw that the young woman's originally weak and slender body suddenly stood up, as if it had suddenly grown from a tender shoot into a towering tree.

Then, the lotus foot lightly picked up the white cloud sword that fell to the ground, made a rhinoceros looking at the moon, and pointed at the lightning knife Hong Hui that was gradually moving away, and roared loudly: The thief walks slowly, look at the sword.

Lightning Knife Hong Hui ignored her angry reprimand and continued to move forward, without even twisting his head, he just walked down the steps and walked towards the gate.

When he walked past Jing Zhaomei's side, he didn't seem to realize that there was a person standing in front of him, trying to block his way.

Jing Zhaomei moved his body vigorously, as if he wanted to use his body to block the gate and block the way of the lightning knife Honghui.

But no.

The young man Hong Hui didn't seem to take him seriously at all.

He almost directly passed through Jing Zhaomei's body and passed through the door.

And at this moment, the Baiyun Sword in the hand of the woman behind him, that is, Jing Zhaomei's biological mother, was less than three feet away from the key point on his back.

It was only when the Baiyun Sword, which was as light and nimble as a flowing cloud but had an old and spicy move, was about to stab the heart behind the lightning knife Hong Hui that he pulled out his sword.

The young man Hong Hui's body shook suddenly, and the streamlined Pheasant You Yuan Knife with his back behind his back suddenly changed its position and blocked towards the white sword that stabbed at him.

Only a crisp sound of "ding" was heard, and the young Honghui's pheasant You Yuan knife used its scabbard to cross the heart behind it, blocking the cruel sword stabbed by the young woman.

The strong rebound force bounced the young woman back several steps, staggering, and then, propping herself to the ground with her sword, stopped her body from continuing to retreat.

The young man Hong Hui put away the knife and carried the streamlined pheasant Youyuan knife from his back to his shoulder, without even twisting his head, just snorted coldly:

Madam, please respect yourself, I, Honghui, never kill women, and I don't want to make an exception for you.

As he spoke, he held the knife in one hand, carried it on his shoulder, stepped up the steps, and pushed the door out.

The young woman's sword-wielding hand was frozen there, as if she didn't know whether to continue the pursuit, or if she wanted to preserve her strength and have a chance to seek revenge on him again.

The knife technique of the lightning knife is really extraordinary.

It can even be said that his husband was injured under his knife, and he did not lose at all.

The young woman was standing there stunned and at a loss for what to do, when she saw the young man who had fallen to the ground with his left wrist broken suddenly jumped up from the ground.

His body soared into the air, and as he leaped to the limit, his right palm suddenly swung out and thrust the young woman's back.

After the young woman received a full force from her husband, her body suddenly lost her balance and involuntarily threw herself towards the young man Hong Hui.

And the Baiyun Sword in his hand, driven by inertia, couldn't help swinging it up, and stabbed towards Hong Hui, the young man who had just stepped on the steps and had not yet walked out of the door.

Hong Hui heard that the wind behind him was not good, his brows furrowed slightly, and the hand holding the knife on his shoulder twitched, slightly angry, and said in a deep voice:

Hmph, I really didn't expect that the dignified Baiyun Villa, the wife of the Baiyun swordsman, would actually use this kind of third-rate trick to sneak attack Hong.

He didn't even turn his head.

He just suddenly moved the Pheasant You Yuan knife on his shoulder, used the scabbard to cross the vital part behind his back, and then collided with the tip of the Baiyun sword that stabbed over.

There was another crisp "ding" sound, and the white cloud sword that the young woman stabbed at seemed to be piercing the solid wall, unable to take a single step.

The young man Hong Hui suddenly exerted force, and the young woman was bounced out, and flipped back in the same way towards the route she had just jumped over.

Then, when the body was established, blood was seen.

The Baiyun Sword stabbed into the body of the Baiyun Swordsman Jing Yunfei, who had just suddenly inflicted the killer behind her, and pierced his chest.

Blood, like withered rose petals, flew away.

It's just that the rose is withering a little too bleak.

The screams of the Baiyun swordsman after being hit by the sword alarmed the young man Hong Hui.

The young man Hong Hui knew that it was not good, so he turned around suddenly, and saw the white cloud swordsman who was paralyzed on the ground like a withered maple leaf, and his face changed greatly.

His body was frozen there at that moment.

He stepped on the second step with his left foot and the first step with his right foot, the pheasant Youyuan knife was on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth stiffly looked at the Baiyun swordsman who was slowly falling, and looked at the young woman who had lost her soul, with a stunned expression.

The woman let go of her sword-holding hand in astonishment, and quickly held the young man who was slowly paralyzed into her arms, her eyes no longer having the same hatred as before, but regret.

However, she did not cry or shout.

Her expression was even calm.

She just slowly closed Jing Yunfei's still round eyes, and then, looking up at Hong Hui, a young man who was pretending to be calm, said slowly: You ...... You...... You win.

Lightning Knife Honghui is worthy of being a lightning knife, in this battle, you not only won my husband in martial arts, but also ......

Speaking of this, she seemed to be enduring some kind of severe pain, as if she couldn't talk anymore.

She suddenly turned around, pointed to the bedroom next to her, and pointed to the crying baby lying in the cradle by the door, and said slowly:

This is our only son, who has only turned eight months old this year, very similar to my husband, he has completely inherited his intelligence, and in three or four months he may be called Mom and Dad.

I think we can't wait for that time, I just hope that you can take good care of this child in the future, so that my husband and I can go with peace of mind......

Hearing this, the young man Hong Hui secretly screamed that it was not good, and the hand holding the knife suddenly tightened, and he just wanted to rush up to block it with the help of the huge rebound force that suddenly generated when he supported the ground, but it was too late.

As the young woman said these words, her slender and weak hand suddenly fell on the hilt of the white cloud sword that was stuck in the man's chest.

Then, when the young man Hong Hui jumped over and wanted to stop her, he suddenly stabbed down with a force, piercing the body of the white cloud swordsman Jing Yunfei.

The exposed tip of the sword stabbed into his chest at the same time.

Before she died, her face was serene, and she completely recovered the appearance of a good wife and mother, and there was even a smile on the corner of her mouth, saying: Husband, we will be together again soon.

We said okay, our family of three will be together forever, but we are sorry, the child is still too young, and there are more joys waiting for him in the world.

I really can't bear it......

Her voice grew weaker and weaker......

Finally, it blends in with the warm sun.