Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 1020

The gust of wind came suddenly, and heavy snow fell on the cheeks, which was cold and moist.

Just as the snowflakes hit his face, Xiao Shuihan blinked his eyes quickly, and the eyes turned into bright red eyes fixed on the mute slave, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Yun, be steady..."

Before he finished speaking, He Yunxiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly rose up.

"Om", a clear sword cry suddenly echoed in this silent valley. In an instant, the heavy snow that was flying seemed to be stirred by a strong wind, and actually flew in place, forming a huge vortex. Spinning more densely, as if wanting to suck everything into it.

In this rapidly rotating vortex, a ray of blue light pierced through the flying snow and stabbed out.

Like a shooting star, like a long rainbow, it is absolutely but sharp, carrying thousands of heavy snows, heading straight to the door.

Qin Su couldn't help raising his sleeves to cover his eyes, only to feel an awe-inspiring killing intent, piercing through the flying snow, tearing through the sky, and hitting the dumb slave standing with arms folded.

Then, Qin Su heard a whistle.

It is far away and vast, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, thousands of miles of shocking clouds, like a bright moon in the sky, and thousands of mountains covered with snow.

An indescribable arrogance swept up like a strong wind, and instantly shattered the sharp killing intent.

Qin Su felt a shock in his heart, and couldn't help feeling a deep awe.

If there are real dragons in this world, then this whistling sound should be the chant of dragons.

The abundant breath is as substantial as it seems to come from the highest place in the sky.Not to mention Qin Su at this moment, even Jing Hong and Lu Zong and other martial arts masters couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

Looking at all the people in the field, only two people did not change their faces.

Huan Zicheng is inseparable from Mo.

While everyone was feeling palpitated, the two of them still had their usual demeanor without any change in expression.

Qin Su blinked subconsciously.

Eyes closed, eyes opened again.

In this short period of time, the situation in the field has changed suddenly.

The dumb slave was still standing in the same place as before, as if he didn't even move a bit, but Shui and Yun sects were half kneeling on the ground with blood dripping from their mouths.

"Cough, cough..." A violent coughing sound, accompanied by a large amount of blood foam, came out of He Yunxiao's mouth.

His complexion was extremely ugly, the blue was scorched yellow, and his eyes were as dead ashes, without any vitality.

He raised one hand with difficulty and pressed it towards his throat, a thin line of blood quickly oozes out between his fingers.

"Brother Yun...not kind..." Xiao Shuihan leaned on the ground with his sword to support his body, his voice was like torn rags, scattered in all directions.

At this moment, his red eyeballs had turned green, and his white hair was rapidly turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He forcefully spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped the corner of his lips, looked at He Yunxiao next to him, and grinned, "Why... do it first? This seat... should come first..."

He Yunxiao didn't speak.

Perhaps, he was speechless.

There was a "crack" sound from his throat, and the hand resting on the ground trembled, as if it could no longer support the weight of his body.

However, he never fell down.

He turned around in an extremely difficult posture, raised his head with all his strength, and his slack eyes seemed to be looking at Mo Buli, or at someone in the void: "My lord... this subordinate... try your best!" It's..."

The hoarse voice, like a ghost crying, echoed in the open space, although it was extremely soft, it was exceptionally clear.

Mo Buli lowered his head slowly and looked at He Yunxiao.

At that moment, his cold eyes seemed to freeze, and they landed on He Yunxiao's body. After a long time, meteors suddenly fell in his eyes, dazzling and mesmerized: "I know, you are fine."

It was a warm voice he had never had before, with tolerance and understanding, as if comforting the closest friend.

After saying this, Mo Buli turned around, touched the ground on one knee, held He Yunxiao's hand, and said in a clear and gentle voice, "Yun Zong, you are a true hero."

After uttering these words gently, he didn't even look at the dumb slave, but focused on He Yunxiao with all his attention.

He Yunxiao opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

The snowflakes fell into his mouth and slid coolly down his throat, reminding him of the taste of strong wine cutting his throat.

He licked his lips, and in a daze, he seemed to have returned to the time when he galloped on the battlefield with his horse, and with the blood of the enemy's general, he took Qing Feng under his palm.

"It hurts...quick..." After he sighed, a smile floated on his face, his eyes widened, and he gradually stopped breathing.

The snow fell into the empty valley, and there was no wind.

Mo Buli clings to He Yunxiao's hand for a long time, and the remaining warmth in his palm cools down bit by bit.

Beside him, Xiao Shuihan had already closed his eyes and passed away, but his body still maintained a half-kneeling posture, with the long sword in his hand, deeply submerged into the snow.

Until his death, he never showed any weakness to the dumb slave.

"Shuizong, you are still as unruly as before." Mo Buli seemed to smile, but it didn't work.

At that moment, his face was distorted, and the outburst of emotions seemed to try his best to break through all kinds of shackles, but was forcibly suppressed by a greater force.

After a long time, Mo Buli's body moved slightly, shaking off half of the white snow.

"Ariel, step back." He said, put down He Yunxiao's hand, and gently closed his eyes.

Ariel didn't speak, and took half a step back silently.

Mo Buli stood up slowly, brushed off the snow stains from the hem of his robe, and looked up at Huan Zicheng.

At this moment, that contradictory face had lost all expression, like a stone carving.

Huan Zicheng focused on him, flicked his sleeves, opened his lips and asked, "Would you like to talk, sir?"

"Lang Jun?" Mo Buli asked back, as if hearing something funny, he grinned, but there was no smile on his face: "Shouldn't the governor call me the king of the county?"

Huan Zicheng pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I have doubts, and I would like to ask the county king to clarify."

But he followed the good advice and really changed his mouth.

"Yes." Mo Buli agreed happily, but there was still no expression on his stone-like face.

Huan Zicheng nodded slightly, and said in a soft voice: "Leave everyone, just leave the dumb uncle alone." After a pause, he looked at Qin Su again, and his expression softened: "Princess, stay too."

The Commander-in-Chief issued an order, and no one dared to rebel, Lu Zong, Jing Hong and others all retreated, and there were only five people left in the field, namely Huan Zicheng, Qin Su, Ya Nu, Mo Buli and Mo Buli. Ariel.

"Mr. Zhou may stay too." Huan Zicheng said again, and glanced at A Lie.

Ariel didn't speak, but took half a step back again, and stood not far behind Mo Bu.

It seemed that even if Huan Zicheng didn't speak, he would never leave.

"Very good." Mo Buli seemed satisfied with the situation, nodded, looked around again, then covered his sleeves with his hands, wiped off the snow from a big rock beside him, and sat down with his robe lifted. go down.

　It's five o'clock today.Thank you for your monthly tickets and rewards.In addition, I saw that some relatives talked about whitewashing, and the author thinks that this should not be simply discussed as whitewashing. Political struggles are different, and it is just winners and losers. It seems too hasty to simply distinguish between good people and bad people.Of course, this is just the author’s family’s words. I’m very happy to discuss the plot with my friends. The author is finally no longer afraid of spoilers, hahaha.

　　
　
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