The cold wind is bleak, and the bamboo shadow robe is robe!

Qi Feiyang and Liu Zimeng stood with swords against each other. A hint of undetectable strangeness flashed in their eyes, and they all flashed away in a flash.

Liu Zimeng raised Manzhushahua slightly, and the colorful sunlight shone on it, flashing dazzling cold light, making the entire bamboo forest full of sharp sword energy.

Qi Feiyang was still staring at Liu Zimeng's clear and deep eyes, with three points of helplessness, three points of sadness, three points of coldness, and a little bit of hotness.

At this time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Liu Zimeng's mouth as before. Her smile was very natural, naturally like the wind in the forest, dancing and falling bamboo leaves. It was like a manzhushahua blooming on the other side, sad, sad, lonely, and a little silence of death.

Qi Feiyang was a little confused when he saw it. He didn't expect that this woman who had been with his childhood sweetheart for nearly twenty years would be so beautiful when she smiled. It was so beautiful that it fascinated him and broke him!

Just when Qi Feiyang was slightly stunned, a flash of red light like blood hit his throat. Before he could react, the dazzling bright red flashed away from his eyes.

Qi Feiyang was shocked when he saw the situation and had no time to swing his sword to resist. He just pointed at the ground with his toes and retreated quickly.

Seeing that Qi Feiyang had retreated, Liu Zimeng did not stop. The crimson sword shadow chased after him like a flash of lightning.

Even if she was a senior brother who grew up with her childhood sweetheart, Liu Zimeng would never show mercy under the sword. Too much killing and blood had already numb her heart. If she didn't touch it deliberately, she wouldn't even feel the sign of it beating. What's more, the sword in her hand at this time was Manzhushahua, Manzhushahua, who symbolized the smile of death!

After retreating two feet apart, the sharp sword in Qi Feiyang's hand was also unsheathed. The traces of the sword shadow were like the trajectory of a meteor, accompanied by a brilliant light.

Bang!

The two swords fought each other and sparked thousands of sparks, falling with the wind. Wherever the sparks burst, the breath of death was everywhere.

Qi Feiyang did not make any reservations at this time. The sword shadow was like lightning in the dark clouds, slashing back and forth in the bamboo forest. Wherever he passed, all the green bamboos were cut off in half, shocking endless fallen leaves and drifting with the wind.

Liu Zimeng's figure was like a geek, and her white clothes that were not stained with dust fluttered in the wind, like a fairy who was completely uninhabited by the fireworks of the world. The manzhushahua in her hand was dancing in the wind, and she didn't seem to be having an endless battle, but was dancing next to the Jiutian Yaochi, which was amazing and intoxicating.

Manzhu Shahua just hugged the god of death with a smile. Facing the fascinating Liu Zimeng, Qi Feiyang dared not have the slightest desire to underestimate him. He knew very well that if he was not careful, he would be like the Black Crow and the Flower Fox, with a smile, and forever become a cold corpse.

Qi Feiyang frowned tightly and soared into the sky. The sharp sword in his hand emitted bursts of light. In the air of Zhuying Poo's robe, seven sword flowers were pierced in vain and real, and like lightning, they rushed straight towards Liu Zimeng's eyebrows.

However, at the moment when the sharp sword in Qi Feiyang's hand stabbed through like lightning, Liu Zimeng disappeared out of thin air.

Before Qi Feiyang could react to what was going on, he suddenly felt a chill of coldness coming from above his head.

Qi Feiyang subconsciously waved his sword to block it!

Bang!

Manzhushahua stabbed straight at the sharp sword in Qi Feiyang's hand, making a crisp sound of attack.

Just as Qi Feiyang felt dizzy in his head, a touch of red blood flowed down from the top of his head, dyeing his eyes red.

Qi Feiyang, who was in severe pain, suddenly stabbed out another sword like a crazy beast. This sword stabbed out, using all his last trace of life.

thump!

When Qi Feiyang stabbed out the last sword in his life, his body was like a pool of mud, collapsed on the ground, and became a cold corpse forever, but there was no smile of death on the corner of his mouth.

Not long after Qi Feiyang fell down, he heard a pounce again, and Liu Zimeng fell to the ground like a big geese caught in an arrow.

A sharp sword shining with cold light pierced her body, and blood gushed out, dyeing a forest red and the Manzhushahua in her hand red.

A ripples appeared in Liu Zimeng's clear eyes, staring at the direction of Aolin Villa. Maybe Qing'er and him had escaped safely!

When I thought of this, the scene four years ago appeared in Liu Zimeng's mind. The song "Feathered Clothes Song" tells the many joys and sorrows. Vaguely, Liu Zimeng felt that the tragic and beautiful lyrics lingered in her ears again: (Note 1)

"You say this dance is rare, it must be a pitiful girl. Wu Yao Xiaoyu flew into smoke, and the beautiful Xishi turned into earth. The delicate flowers smiled and lonely for a long time. The empty place of the house is... "

After a song of feathered clothes and colorful clothes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Liu Zimeng's mouth, and then she turned her eyes to Manzhu Shahua, who was stained with blood.

At this time, she remembered the legend about Manzhushahua again. She felt that she was the Manzhushahua that bloomed on the underworld road.

Flowers bloom on the other side

When the flowers bloom, the leaves have not grown. When there are leaves, the flowers have fallen.

Flowers and leaves do not meet each other, and they will be in a different way.

Know each other and know each other, how can we fall in love? (Note 2)

When Liu Zimeng's slightly opened red lips read "How can we fall in love?", the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, revealing a bitter smile. In that smile, there was three parts of loneliness, three parts of loneliness, three parts of sadness, and one part of relief.

In this way, a peerless beauty, with a faint smile, closed her eyes forever. Just like Manzhushahua in her hand, she raised her smile and embarked on the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld...

Just as the peerless beauties like Liu Zimeng died in the bamboo forest, Lin Yu and Liu Ziqing came to a deserted ruin.

Seeing that no one was chasing behind him, Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were like lightning, scanning everything around him. His brows that had just been stretched tightly frowned in an instant, and a layer of frost condensed slightly above his expression.

Seeing that Lin Yu's face was a little bit wrong, Liu Ziqing immediately blinked her big watery eyes and asked, "Brother Lin Yu, what's wrong with you? Why did your face suddenly become ugly?"

Lin Yu shook his head slightly and said, "I'm fine, I just feel that this place is very strange!"

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Liu Ziqing immediately blinked her big watery eyes and asked in confusion: "Strange? What's the weird place in this place?"

While saying this, Liu Ziqing also glanced around, with a few confusions. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or talking to Lin Yu: "Strange, this place seems to be in Aolin Villa, but why have I never been here before?"

After the words came to an end, Liu Ziqing saw a black dragon sculpture in front of her. She felt a little curious, so she walked forward gently, intending to see what was going on.

However, before Liu Ziqing could walk forward, Lin Yu's urgent shout came to his ears: "Qing'er, be careful, don't touch it!"

Lin Yu's shouts just came into Liu Ziqing's ears. Before she could realize what was going on, the black dragon suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it towards her.

Just when Liu Ziqing was so scared that she lost her complexion, the black dragon, who opened his bloody mouth, immediately closed his mouth again, as if he had smelled something.

Just as he was already in a state of cold sweat, his figure quickly stepped forward like lightning, hugged Liu Zi, the slender waist as thin as willow, and flew three feet away from the air.

The black dragon seemed to be angry by Lin Yu's behavior, and immediately opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Lin Yu.

Seeing the black dragon opening its mouth and rushing towards him with great momentum, Lin Yu hurriedly protected Liu Ziqing behind him. At the same time, the Qingfeng Sword was like lightning that cut through the night, accompanied by the sound of dragon roars, it broke through the air and slashed straight towards the black dragon's head.

boom!

The Qingfeng Sword slashed straight down, and a deep pit immediately appeared on the Black Dragon's head, and gravel splashed all over the ground.

If this black dragon was a flesh and blood body, this sword would be enough to make its flesh and blood splash all over the ground. However, it has only dropped a few stones and has basically not been affected at all.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yu immediately picked up Liu Ziqing behind him, flew into the air, and flew more than ten feet behind him.

The black dragon lost its target and dragged its huge body back to its original place. Just like before, it was like an abandoned stone statue, lying quietly.

Liu Ziqing was so scared by the dangerous scene just now that she immediately patted her chest gently and said in a panic: "I'm scared to death, Brother Lin Yu, that black thing is just a stone statue, why can you move? I almost ate me just now. I'm scared to death!"

Lin Yu frowned tightly, his expression was as solemn as frost. A lightning-like lightning appeared in his clear eyes. He looked around and responded in a deep voice: "The black dragon is controlled by the formation. Once the target enters the formation, it will be attacked."

When Liu Ziqing heard this, she immediately blinked her big watery eyes and asked in confusion: "Formation, Black Dragon? I live so big in Aolin Villa, why don't I know that there is such a hateful big guy here?"

According to various signs, Lin Yu had guessed the truth of the matter by 70% to 80%, but he was still not sure that he must be the real mastermind behind the scenes, and he was also worried that Qing'er, who is simple in nature, could not accept this fact. Therefore, he did not express his true thoughts in his heart. He just shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know either. It seems to be outside the formation. You can stay here first. I'll check it carefully to see where the life gate of this formation is?"

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Note 1: "The Song of the Nishang Feathers" is a famous palace music in the Tang Dynasty. It was from India and was originally named "The Brahmin Song". Yang Jingshu, the governor of Hexi in Kaiyuan, presented the court. He was processed and polished by Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, and was renamed "The Song of the Nishang Feathers" in the 13th year of Tianbao. Yang Yuhuan, the favorite concubine of Emperor Xuanzong, was famous for his good dance "The Song of the Nishang Feathers".

The lyrics of the six lines that appear in the article are from "Song of the Rainbow Skirts and Feather Clothes" by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi

Note 2 is a legend about Manzhushahua. For the convenience of writing, Qingxuan has made some modifications. I hope to forgive the shortcomings. By the way, Manzhushahua is also known as the Bisanhua.
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