He believed that at this moment, there would definitely not be more than three people in the rivers and lakes who could catch him as the tenth type.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little excited, like a sudden reunion with a long-lost lover.

He stroked the long sword, a smiling face looked brilliant in the morning light, soft and firm, his gaze, with the direction of the sword light, saw a few flying birds, suddenly falling down the cliff in the distance.

Just now, the blade of his seventy-two swords not only hit the acupuncture points around the bear, but even the surrounding birds were forced by the blades and fell down one after another.

Seeing this, Song Qiuli's eyes suddenly had some unbearable color, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, slowly inserted the sword back into the sheath, and then, with a long roar, echoed in the mountains.

When the whistling was over, he stretched out again and hurried towards the place where the bird had fallen.

The trees around him grew thicker and thicker, and the tall pines were like javelins about to pierce holes in the blue sky.

Although it is already late autumn, the mountains are still lush and verdant.

The pine trees that do not lose their leaves all year round and other unnamed plants and trees still spread through the mountains, as if they have been isolated from autumn.

Song Qiuli looked around, and suddenly felt a little confused.

He couldn't tell what it was, how wide the labyrinthine pine forest was, and which direction he was running now.

Although the sun has risen high, the lush pine branches completely isolate the sun overhead, and it is impossible to see it at all.

There is an eerie patch everywhere, as if you have reached the legendary underworld, and you have already stood at Bikipo, the gate of hell.

All night, he was on the run.

He had completely forgotten how long he had been running and how far he had gotten to the Golden Throwing Villa.

He only knew that he was still on the mountain of the Golden Throwing Villa, and he was still within the scope of the Golden Throwing Villa.

Although he was not afraid of being chased by the people who threw the gold in the villa, he did not want to expose his whereabouts, so he caused some unnecessary trouble.

He still has a lot of important things to do now, and he must not cause unnecessary trouble.

As far as the eye could see, he could only see mountains high and low on all sides, one after the other, and the lush, shimmering black pine needles on the top of his head were overwhelmingly pressed down, like an upside-down iron pot.

He suddenly gasped, a little lost, and even wondered if he could get out of this forest, if he could walk back to the original world.

He suddenly slowed down, and his hands and feet, which had always been vigorous and nimble, suddenly became a little weak at this moment, and even began to swing non-stop.

After a night of intense running, he suddenly felt a little hungry in his belly.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and confronting the fast knife Xiangfang, fighting with Lan Yutang in the pine forest, and running so quickly were all physically exhausting.

At this moment, he felt that his whole person was empty, like a coconut that had been squeezed dry, empty, only a shriveled shell.

Song Qiuli stopped, leaning against a pine tree and gasping for breath.

For the past twenty years, although he has been repeating the same work day after day in the vegetable garden, his body has always maintained full strength.

However, he was still a little overwhelmed by running for a long time like today, and I don't know if it was because he was really old or because of ......

It's quiet, with unknown birds chirping overhead and unknown bugs chirping in the grass.

In the midst of the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects, there seems to be another sound, whoa, whoa...... Is it the sound of pine waves blown by the wind blowing in the pine forest? or is it ...... Is it the sound of running water?

Song Qiuli's spirit shook suddenly, although his stomach was already shriveled, but the sound of flowing water still came to his ears like fairy music.

Although the calyx, however, he was thirstier.

Cool water can also rejuvenate him.

He shook his spirits and ran in the direction where the sound of running water came.

After running for about half a mile, he suddenly noticed that the pine trees were no longer so dense, and the sparse sunlight had fallen.

He finally reached the edge of this labyrinth of pine forests.

And next to the pine forest, there is a small stream that is gurgling, and although there are thick pine needles on the side of the stream, the water is still green and clear, like flowing jelly.

Song Qiuli was shocked, and walked to the stream, where the clear water reflected his shadow.

Twenty years of hard physical life have indeed changed him so much that he can barely recognize himself.

Twenty years ago, he was young, handsome, proud, and conceited.

Twenty years later, his shadow reflected in the water, the corners of his eyes were already slightly wrinkled, showing a state of fatigue and frost.

However, the edges and corners between his eyebrows are still heroic, his pride has been reined in, and his gestures reveal stability and maturity.

He squatted down, picked up the stream and poured it down on his face, cool and comfortable, and then soaked every pore, like a new life out of a cocoon.

After soaking his face completely, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, unplugged it, and carefully poured out some of the glue-like transparent substances into the palm of his hand.

Then, with the index finger, he gently touched the dot and applied it evenly on his face, like a woman applying rouge, gently swirling on the face to cover the entire face, and then slowly removed it with water.

When the foam was completely cleared, his face suddenly changed.

The old layer of skin on his face began to slowly peel off, falling off...... It's like a snake that has just come out of hibernation and is starting to shed its skin, piece by piece.

Then he took the water and poured it on his face, rinsing it again, completely washing away the dead skin that had completely fallen off, as if he were removing the mask he had been wearing for twenty years.

Another face was immediately reflected in the water, and this was his true face.

This face is also young and handsome, and there is still a proud and conceited look between the eyebrows, which is a completely different face from Song Qiuli.

This face was a sensation in the rivers and lakes twenty years ago, but just when everyone thought that he was going to replace Sword Thirty to become a new generation of sword gods, it suddenly disappeared.

When Bai Qinghou saw this familiar and firm face, he didn't know what kind of expression he would have......

After twenty years of hiding, Song Qiuli seemed to be satisfied that he was still able to maintain his original young face.

He suddenly took off the clothes of his whole body slowly, wrapped a stone, and threw it into the water, as his face recovered, as the clothes sank to the bottom, Song Qiuli was about to completely disappear from the rivers and lakes, just like the white light clothes twenty years ago suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes.

A look of loss or excitement suddenly appeared on his face, and then, like a goshawk about to soar over the Nine Heavens, he opened his arms and jumped into the cool water.

Twenty years of labor, although his skin looked slightly rough and dark, but it was more robust and rippling with masculine charm.

He seemed to want to use the stream to wash away the bad luck that had remained in his body for the past twenty years.

Then, he jumped ashore, and although he was only dressed in coarse cloth, he still showed a look of perseverance, chic and pride.

Looking at the reflection in the stream that was fresh or familiar, or already unfamiliar, Song Qiuli suddenly laughed, stood on the rock, and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

This long howl came from the abdominal cavity with the strength of his decades of skill, so it sounded so melodious, so amazing, and the deep echo echoed in the valley for a long time.