It's already late autumn.

The leaves on both sides of the road have fallen, and only one or two pieces of yellowish and broad, as if they have lost their lives, are dancing in the cold autumn wind.

One, two, three...... No one could change their direction, and no one could make them stay on the trunk for a little longer, just for a moment, and then they were full of desolation.

When it's windy, they're lonely.

They are also lonely when there is no wind.

The last lonely leaf withered from the branch and fell on the body of Li Cunxiao, who was also lonely.

He couldn't help but shudder, as if he couldn't bear the weight of this leaf.

He had used all his strength to support himself so that he did not fall down.

He stopped abruptly, and only sighed softly when the leaf that had fallen on his shoulder, along the black clothes, gently and slowly slid down to the ground.

Then, take a step forward and move on.

He didn't look up, his dark eyes seemed to be staring at the ground, and they seemed to be staring at the left hand holding the sword.

The pale hand and the black sword are particularly distinct in the late autumn wind, and the two seem to have become one, like a python huddled in a cave, ready to choose someone to eat.

His expression was so lonely, so desolate, without any vitality, without any vitality, like this vast and scorched tree, although still young, it had begun to wither.

He just walked slowly, and no one knew where he came from and where he was going.

Behind him, there was a vast field.

In front of him, too, is the vast wilderness.

There were no villages, no cooking smoke, only a lonely ancient road, and no one knew how far he had come, and no one knew how far he would have to go.

However, he is still walking.

And every step out of the way is so solid, so neat.

The spacing of each step is almost equal, one step, two steps, three steps...... Although the steps are lazy, although very slow, they are very firm.

Every step he took was like a nail in the plank, and absolutely no one believed that he would suddenly fall, but all of a sudden, he fell.

As he fell, there seemed to be a smile between his eyebrows.

No one would have believed that the smile of this lonely and desolate young man was so gentle and full of vitality, like a willow branch blown by the spring breeze, and like the blue water on a summer beach.

But no one could perceive this, because the face was so pale, so pale that you could almost see the veins on the forehead.

At the moment of falling, his mouth suddenly moved slightly, as if to say, I am finally going to die, and I can finally rest......

Then, like the snow of deep winter, the late autumn sun fell from the top of his head, covering everything in the world, and his whole body, and hers.

She stood right behind him and watched him fall little by little.

Then, he gently raised the sword in his hand and blew the blood that remained on the blade.

The residual blood immediately turned into blood beads, like dewdrops on lotus leaves on a summer morning, gently rolling down along the veins, swirling in the autumn sun.

It's just that her sword-holding hand trembled slightly.

But it was not a tremor caused by fear, it was a tremor of excitement from victory.

And his delicate and vivid face, because he was too excited, flushed with a slight red tide, like the maple leaves falling in the late autumn season.

A bright smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth, a smile that was bright, contented, and clear.

This smile, though sweet, beautiful, and youthful, seems a little too cruel in this late autumn season, like a man-eating bloody rose in the royal garden.

Although she was still smiling, every nerve in her body was still tense, and her dark and clear eyes didn't even blink.

All her energy was completely focused on Li Cunxiao's body, watching him fall little by little, watching him slowly close his eyes, and then, watching him exhale his last breath.

When Li Cunxiao completely collapsed and closed her eyes, her hand holding the sword relaxed slightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became brighter.

She was so excited.

Of course, there are some doubts.

Because a person like Li Cunxiao is definitely not so easy to die, at least before she dies, she should also be given a fatal blow.

But in the end, nothing.

Finally, she let out a long breath, and the expression on her face did not know whether it was joy or sigh...... Then, looking at the sword in his hand that was still dripping blood.

At this moment, another leaf fell gently, right on her sword's edge, silently, the leaf split in two, and then quietly fell to the ground again.

She couldn't help but laugh and muttered: This is a good sword.

A voice also said: This is indeed a good sword!

She seemed to be frightened by the voice, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but clench it tighter, as if facing a great enemy, and then quickly looked around.

However, there was silence all around, nothing but the wind blowing, the leaves falling, the sun blooming softly, and the sound seemed to come from the ground.

However, a voice was clearly saying just now, this is indeed a good sword, is it - is it an illusion?

Maybe.

But no matter what, Li Cunxiao, who is known as the first sword in the world, has died under her sword, so she has become the first sword in the world, what else is she afraid of.

Thinking of this, she laughed again and continued to admire her sword.

This is indeed a good sword.

The sword body is silver and white, and the blade of the sword is like the sunlight refracted from the clouds, soft, cold, and breathtaking.

She gave this sword a very beautiful name, Hongyan, from ancient times to the present, Hongyan has brought disaster, but her sword has brought death.

Therefore, Tsing Yi died under this sword.

Her sword has replaced the number one sword in the world.

She knew that within three days, her nameless sword would spread all over the rivers and lakes.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but gently stroked the blade of the sword with her left hand, so excited that she even trembled a little, but the corners of her mouth still showed a satisfied smile, and murmured: I killed Suo Qingyi, I am the number one sword in the world.

However, the voice sounded again, saying: You killed Suo Qingyi?

The sound also seemed to come from the ground, with endless desolation and helplessness, like the cry of a lonely and desolate owl in the night.

Her whole body seemed to freeze, and her originally ruddy and beautiful face was now gray and twisted with fear, and her chest was beating rapidly because of the palpitations.

Even her tongue seemed to freeze, looked around, and stammered: You...... Result...... Who is it? Hurry up...... Come out and don't come back here...... Pretending to be a god...... Ghost ...... Finish.

However, there was still no one around, and there was no sound, only the wind was blowing gently, the leaves were falling gently, and the sun was blooming gently.

Maybe it's really a hallucination. She thought.

The woman put away her sword, slightly soothed her stiff body from excessive tension, returned the sword to its sheath, and then, slowly, turned around, and rubbed her temples, which were already slightly aching from overwork.

She just wanted to leave here and spread the news that she had killed Suo Tsing Yi, when the voice came again: Why do you have to kill Suo Tsing Yi?

This sound was more desolate and helpless than the one just now, and there was even a hint of laughter that I didn't know whether it was ridicule or self-deprecation.

The long sword in the woman's hand "clanged" and fell to the ground.

She knew it wasn't an illusion.

She was so weak that she didn't even have the courage to bend down to pick it up, she just looked around, and said to Ai Ai: You ...... Finally...... It's human...... Still is...... Ghost?

Her voice was hoarse and high-pitched, as if she was screaming with all her might, but in the midst of extreme panic, her voice sounded so faint, so faint that even the slightest wind could blow it off.

The voice smiled helplessly and said, "If the person talking to you at this time is a ghost, I'm afraid you have already become a ghost."