Fu Canglu

Chapter 244
If there is reincarnation in the world, how do you know that every plant and tree are not practicing?
But even if there is reincarnation in the world, and the plants and trees are all cultivating, after meeting once, life and death are far away, how many years will we have to wait to meet again?

Yi Xiao didn't know.

He stared blankly at the Lord of Yincheng in the snowstorm.

The fluctuations emanating from the palm of the Lord of Yincheng are spatial fluctuations similar to those of the Buddha's bones in the Sword Tomb.

Undoubtedly, there is a small world of its own.

And a wisp of breath seeped out, which was incompatible with the chill in the wind and snow, like a ghost wandering into the human world by mistake, within less than a breath, it disappeared in ashes.

It belonged to his mother, Murong.

why?
How did his mother die?

What happened 16 years ago?
The fire on Jiangnan Road destroyed everything, and Yi Xiao had no way of knowing about it.

When all the clues have been cleared without a trace, and there is no way to trace the past, after 16 years, how to investigate it in the future?

Yi Xiao didn't know.

He just stared blankly at Fengxue in the man's palm.

There, connect the intermittent clues.

Then the darkness turned into light.

All lines that are broken, there is a point.

Wei Lingshan looked at the boy in black who stretched out his hand and stood up tremblingly.

Missed and passed by.

Those hands... After all, they didn't hold them.

His Highness burst into tears, and murmured softly: "I guessed it right."

The man standing in the three-foot wind and snow.

The Lord of Fengxue Silver City, in the palm of his hand, is a small world.

It's really a small world.

The lord of Fengxue Yincheng slowly stretched out that hand, in the palm of which Fengxue was hidden, green and white, like a hidden three thousand way, containing the whole world.

"You 'Brokers', go where you need to go." He said softly, "I'll take this sword for you."

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng was smiling, his right hand clenched the blade of the sword with black dragon and white phoenix sword energy, and the chill in the wind and snow flowed down the tip of the sword, spreading continuously.

This sword, which is extremely sharp in the world, was accepted by himself.

That palm was about to land on top of Hong Yi'er's head.

Pause slightly.

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng slightly frowned.

The green frost on the tip of the sword was blocked, and the extremely cold wind and snow could not spread any more on the sword.

He looked down at Hong Yi'er.

The red dress was already covered with blue frost and white.

Mu Hongyi, holding a sword in both hands, let out a hard breath.

Instantly frozen into ice.

She said hoarsely, "Have you never thought about another situation?"

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng was slightly stunned.

His eyebrows raised slightly.

He saw the chill rapidly dissipating from the sword, and the unstoppable heat ignited from the hilt.

Blast!

The red dress was hunting and dancing in the wind and snow, white smoke billowed from behind, and the scorching life turned into a black dragon and a white phoenix, which swam out from the cuffs of the red dress and hovered behind Mu Hongyi.

The pupils of the city lord of Wind Snow Silver City shrunk.

Dressed in bright red, his body was occupied by pitch-black death energy.

She has exhausted all vitality.

Never leave a trace.

The City Lord of Fengxue Yincheng never expected that someone would actually hand out this sword because he wanted to die with all his heart!

The sword of death!

Hong Yi'er smiled softly and said, "It's better for the sword to be broken."

The latter half of the sentence did not come out.

Do not want to live.

next second.

The silver bottle is broken and the water is bursting

The blazing hotness rises from the hilt of the sword like a flame, and a dragon and a phoenix behind the red clothes roar and spread their wings, climbing up the sword body quickly, one black and one white blending with each other, the bright red blood Extend the hot flow of the middle line!
All the solid ice was instantly shattered!

All chills are expelled instantly!
The sword intent rises slowly like a great sun, shining unstoppably!
This is the real sword, exhausting all the life and painstaking efforts of the swordsman.

After this sword strike, there will be no more red clothes in the world.

The complexion of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng suddenly became gloomy.

The picture of the silver-white Dahui dancing wildly in the wind freezes

That sword, the tip of the sword was only one point away from the center of Yincheng City Lord's eyebrows, and was firmly held by Yincheng City Lord's five fingers. The wind and snow turned into solid ice, freezing the sword body, so it could not be stored.

One more point, and it was passed between his eyebrows.

And in this second of freezing, all the wind and snow melted away.

So the unparalleled sharp sword body reappeared in the world!
Slow and real blood swirled out from between the five fingers of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng. The five fingers of the great practitioner, who were comparable to the physique of a diamond, were slowly and mercilessly smashed and crushed by the sword energy from the inside out.

Along with the blood, flesh and blood flew out.

What is more frightening than the flesh and blood flying together is that the sword has already broken through that one-point distance.

The tip of the sword had already reached between the eyebrows of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng.

As long as this sword is handed out.

No matter how strong the person receiving the sword is or how tough the body is, it will not help.

And within a second that was slowed down countless times, the three-foot range above the head of Fengxue Yincheng City Lord fluctuated vaguely.

It is no longer the chill of the wind and snow.

It was an inexplicable fluctuation from the void.

Like a string being plucked, or a thread being torn.

The gesture of Hongyi'er holding the hilt with both hands and handing out the last sword, under the reflection of the black dragon and white phoenix, and the rising flame of vitality, freezes into a static and beautiful picture.

The lips of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng poured out slowly.

Three words.

"Too unreal."

That nameless wave descends

As if time was stolen for a moment, just a moment, and only a moment.

Not a second, absolutely not a second.

Because that sword didn't need a second to pierce his forehead.

so only for a moment
The figures of the two people who were originally facing each other moved extremely slowly relative to each other.

The sword was stagnant in mid-air, and the tip of the sword had already brought up a pool of hot blood with the chill of the Northland. It was the blood between the eyebrows of the Lord of the Northern Plains Holy Land.

And the man wrapped in a silver-white coat tried his best to move backwards. It was ridiculous that his tall and condescending figure looked so clumsy and slow under this sword.

He stretched out the five fingers of his right hand very conceitedly before, and grasped the edge of the sword.

Even more conceited, he leaned forward and stretched out his left hand, which was already covering the head of the woman in red in front of him.

So his posture fell to the sword.

And this sword stabbed at him now.

In this short moment, the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng finally realized how stupid this was.

He has no time to retreat!

An instant is too short, if he keeps a careful distance, he still has a chance to get out of the way.

too late

He moved back desperately, but found that it was too late.

His complexion began to change from gloomy.

This sword was really handed out!

And this sword could really kill him!

As a result, a touch of color that shouldn't have appeared in his pupils.

This is a very complex color, including panic, bewilderment, anger, and bewilderment
For a brief moment, Hong Yi'er kept staring at the man in the silver coat in front of him.

She saw everything in the man's eyes.

In addition, her sword was only a hair's breadth away from the eyebrows of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, so she could feel that kind of fear, that kind of uneasiness, that kind of anger.

All kinds.

So in such a short moment, Hong Yi'er, who made the final sword, just smiled in a bewildered and self-deprecating manner.

It turns out that the owner of the Holy Land also has these emotions?
It turns out that there is no essential difference between him and the two humble men who knocked on the gate of Fengxue Silver City.
So... why?

Why can you act wantonly and recklessly, why can you be condescending, why can you laugh at others for not being afraid?
All living beings are equal, and the swordsman speaks out against injustice.

In a very short time, the man desperately moved back a centimeter.

The wave in the void that helped him move his figure no longer belonged to the category of abilities that normal practitioners could display.

Hong Yi'er clearly sensed that it was a fluctuating aura that was exactly the same as the sky on her body.

Is it the "too illusory appearance" that Yi Xiao said?

Yes.

That's it.

His subtle expression when he talked about "breaking the rules", his joking expression when he talked about "prison", and his joyful expression when he talked about "pain" turned out to be just the pride that couldn't be concealed under the mask of hypocrisy.

He was originally a "breaker", and the real owner of this body may have died in battle at the place called "Gate of Ghosts".

But what his real identity is, which great practitioner he came from long ago, all this is not important anymore.

With this sword, everything will come to an end.

Everything will be wiped out and reduced to nothing.

Everything in the past, everything in the past, is like a dream, an illusion, dew, or electricity.

The red-clothed child smiled, and looked through the wide and flying silver-white coat, to the black-clothed boy whose vision was gradually blurred in the wind and snow on the top of the Tiansu building.

She said softly, "Sorry."

There are some inexplicable and complicated things in my heart, like emotions that should not be there, but are born.

Bearing the shark-fox appearance on his back, he has no heart anymore.

How can a person without a heart have emotions and desires?
So she doesn't know love, only hate, carrying hatred, all the way north from Qiliang University, and finally went to Bingmu Lake.

Love and hatred ended under a sword, and from that moment on, she had no meaning to live.

Maybe it was that glance, maybe it was the memories rushing into my mind like a storm, which made my mind go blank for a second.

She thought of what Yi Xiao said to herself before

"Live."

Thinking of Wanjian falling into the bottom of Bingmu Lake, that elder brother who gave his heart to him, said to himself
"Live."

live.
The corners of Hong Yi'er's lips were smiling, a deep red, and she smiled incomparably bleakly.

She shook her head.

Forgive my short life, only one sword.

this sword.
Now that this sword has been handed out, there is no possibility of surviving.

I would rather be broken by the sword than live.

(End of this chapter)