A breeze blew across a certain practice site, and countless sword shadows suddenly came one after another. Each half-fifth and half-fifth sword shadow was accurately pierced into a person's throat.

The breeze passed away, leaving only one place of casualties.

At the rebirth point in the city, a large area of ​​white light suddenly shone, and the scene of hundreds of people reborn at the same time was absolutely shocking.

Crying and scolding sounded one after another, but when a breeze blew again, the world returned to Qingming.

Those who are still standing or sitting have a bloodline overflowed from their throats almost at the same time.

Qingfeng has forgotten how long he had killed him, Qingfeng has really forgotten it.

Killing, tired, killing, numb.

But the breeze is still there, constantly killing.

Kill, kill, kill.

Qingfeng didn't know why he wanted to kill, and didn't know how long he would have to kill. At first, Qingfeng just felt that he seemed to be integrated into the world and was everywhere.

The whole world is filled with breeze. When breeze exists in every corner, where can there be breeze?

Qingfeng doesn’t understand, but Qingfeng feels that he understands it.

But just when Qingfeng seemed to feel that she understood, Qingfeng forgot again.

I forgot that I was still killing, why I wanted to kill, and I forgot that there was a breeze that was still killing.

But the white figure in my heart, which looked like a flowing cloud in the sky, became clearer and clearer in Qingfeng's heart.

Qingfeng, I like this feeling very much.

Qingfeng doesn’t care whether there is a breeze in the world or not, Qingfeng doesn’t care whether Qingfeng still remembers whether it is a breeze. Qingfeng only knows that the most beautiful thing in his heart is getting clearer and clearer.

Qingfeng likes this feeling very much.

It's another year in a hurry.

The name of the Blood Demon Qingfeng is already known to everyone in the world.

Ridiculously, countless people were under the banner of eliminating demons and defending the way, but when they saw the figure that looked like a storm, they were so scared that they ran away in horror.

Qingfeng has been expelled from the Heilong Castle. It seems that this matter has been a long time, at least Qingfeng feels that it has been a long time.

In the world, ordinary people in the world are cursing Qingfeng and trying to encircle and suppress the devil, they never need to take into account the powerful Black Flag Castle.

But what's even more ridiculous is that those who really have the ability to remove demons have never listed Qingfeng alone in the Black Flag Castle.

A person without strength was clamoring without any scruples, but he was finally sent to be reborn again and again until his legs trembled.

Those who have strength or enough power will always think of the white shadow isolated on the peak when they think of the breeze that is floating in the sea of ​​blood.

Qingfeng is drunk, so he kills. Qingfeng forgot, so he kills. Qingfeng is tired, so he kills.

Qingfeng's murderous aura has already exceeded 10 million and has already obtained the first xing bonus, but Qingfeng is still killing.

Qingfeng was still waiting for the only clear white shadow in memory to summon him.

The white shadow is a flaw, but it is a flaw that Qingfeng is willing to leave.

Everyone has a beautiful breeze in their hearts, extremely high rationality, and great feeling. The same is true.

But Qingfeng has only the only beauty in her heart.

That is, bringing him from the abyss of darkness to the beauty of light.

Qingfeng doesn’t like sunshine, but yearns for sunshine. Qingfeng likes, standing behind the tall white shadow, looking at the brightness beside her.

......

Under the cliff, the woods are still rich.

In the rich woods, there is a long-destroyed thatched cottage.

In the thatched cottage is a shoddy stone table.

Several books are stacked on the stone table.

In such a simple environment, the value of books should be equally low.

However, the three big words on the cover of a book were already so eye-catching.

"Liancheng Jue".

It turns out to be the unique sword technique that everyone dreams of in the world, "Liancheng Jue"!

Too crazy!

Even more crazy, every once in a while, some similar books will always appear on this shoddy stone table, and after a while, the books will disappear again.

It repeats itself.

Even if they are not all unique skills, even if they only have very few unique skills, this simple thatched cottage is enough to make 99% of the people in the world go crazy.

Thousands of miles away, in the Black Flag Castle, Chu Xiang lay on the main seat, looking at the information sent by his subordinates, and looking at a portrait mixed in the information, silently.

After a long time, a white shadow stepped out of the hall, and the white shadow seemed to have stepped out of the hall much more frequently than before.

In the empty hall, a gust of wind swept by, and it has been another year, and the sky has been.

An ordinary piece of rice paper dancing in the wind, and the rice paper is painted on it is a simple-looking boy.

The painting is not very good. The boy's appearance is completely unsightly. It is vaguely seen that the boy seems to be very thin and thin.

Why did the eyes on the face with unclear appearance seem so abrupt?

Why does that empty look always make people feel creepy?

"There is only so much I can give you. But why, my guidance is obviously not the case, but you have embarked on that road. Coincidence is still inevitable."

Whose mind is dispersed and wanders in the air?

A man in white sat in Yuelai Inn in Beijing indifferently. The people who were originally eating, drinking and laughing in the inn were all killed by a sword. Of course, Chu Xiang, the one who killed people, never killed innocent people indiscriminately, at least in the eyes of the people in the martial arts world, but today, he took action. Because he was in a bad mood.

I'm distressed, but you are laughing. Wouldn't you die?

Damn it, it's really damn.

Chu Xiang took out the yu-quality wine pot from his waist and poured it into his mouth. The faint fragrance in the wine penetrated into the lungs and into the bone marrow.

At this time, there were continuous screams outside the house. After a moment, the screams stopped and a red cloud floated into the house.

Even without the sound of hidden weapons breaking through the air from the past, it is no longer difficult to guess who the person is just the faint and intoxicating fragrance.

"Hehehehe, why, I killed someone."

Xier took out the flat wine pot hanging around her waist and drank a sip of it without trace, because the man who used to pour wine for her was now only drinking alone.

"If you want to kill, just kill, just an ants. Do you need a reason to kill people?"

Chu Xiang answered indifferently, but his eyes stared at Xier coldly. He always felt that Qingfeng did not understand the selflessness as expected, but instead seemed to be about to enter the selflessness of a madman. Xier must have made a contribution.

"Haha, Chu Xiang, why, you always want to make me angry. Qingfeng was not ruined by me, hahahahaha."

Chu Xiang was silent when he heard this.

Xier can't lie, but Chu Xiang can't think of any other master in the world who has a collection of Qingfeng at this moment, and he understands the artistic conception of selflessness.

To be honest, Chu Xiang still doesn't understand what the artistic conception is, just like the person behind Xiao Jian, who still doesn't understand what Chu Xiang is obsessed with.

Intention and artistic conception are originally two concepts. Chu Xiang cannot comprehend the artistic conception, and these plot characters cannot comprehend the intention either. Otherwise, Chu Xiang would not let Qingfeng understand the artistic conception, but would help him comprehend the sword heart and sword intent. Chu Xiang did not want to cultivate the fruits he had for decades, and could only use it for a while.

There is sword intent above the sword heart, sword intent above the sword intent, and rules above the sword intent, and rules directly pave the way to heaven.

What about the artistic conception? What? Come out of thin air and go out of thin air.

Chu Xiang always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something. Logically, even the characters in the plot should not be unable to understand the sword heart and sword intention. Logically, he should not be completely unable to understand what "does exist".

Chu Xiang can only explain that this is a game, not a reality, but Chu Xiang always feels that he has ignored something.

Can't see through or touch.

"Haha, you are here, do you think?"

A string of laughter interrupted Chu Xiang's thoughts. The terrifying laughter that could not stir up any turmoil in his heart in the ears of the people in the martial arts world.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about some questions that you can't even know the answer."

"Hahahaha, what's the problem? Is it evil? Hahaha."

Xier seems to be particularly curious today.

Chu Xiang shook his head.

"The evil spirit is not a secret, you should have known it. I was wondering, if one day I have to kill you, but I don't want to kill you, how should I deal with myself."

"Hehehe, then kill."

Chu Xiang looked at Xier who was still smiling and said solemnly: "I am not talking about rebirth, but about erasing it."

Xier was stunned, her smile froze on her face, and her eyes turned to clear and bright.

"Do you erase it..."

Xier didn't answer, and Xier couldn't answer this question.

In the past, the two figures that usually sat by the window at Yuelai Inn, the one who left first was Hongshen, but today, Baishen left early, while Hongshen drank alone for a long time.
To be continued...