The eyes were like lightning, and the flying wood fell on the ground, stirring up a large area of ​​dust. The wooden house, which was two feet a radius, was fully viewed at a glance.

A wooden bed filled with dust, a shabby cabinet, and a protruding grave!!!

No, that is not a tomb. From the perspective of the pattern, it should be a tomb of clothes!

It's reasonable and unexpected.

In the ten-foot open space, except for the surrounding dense forests, the only one that can hide is this dilapidated wooden house.

But what I saw was a bleak feeling. The dust that could print the seal on the ground clearly shows that no one has lived here for a long time.

I walked to the strange tomb built indoors. The inscription behind it clearly stated: "The Place of Black Flag Burial Swords". The strong wind blew outside the house, stroking the dust on the ground, and also erased the thick dust on the inscription. A line of small words was revealed next to the six big characters. Looking closely, it was the declaration and reason for the black flag to withdraw from the world.

After staring at the tomb deeply, thinking for a moment, Liuyun finally gave up the idea of ​​blasting away the verification.

The small words written by the article have already shown the determination of Black Flag and the helplessness. If Black Flag fights to the death and reappears after the extreme actions, it will be a problem.

Although, it seems that Heiqi himself hasn't returned here for a long time...

After breathing a sigh of relief, Liuyun turned around and left. In fact, he originally had no confidence in winning. How strong is an existence who could compete with Xiaojian a hundred years ago? Who can tell me clearly?

If Xier's strength has not improved much for more than a hundred years because of the sect's burden. And the white dusk, that is, the little sword in purple, has spent a hundred years to find a way to defeat Xier. Then the black flag, this man with a tenacious will, is afraid that this man who has never changed his belief in martial arts and has not been implicated by the sect, is so strong that he is at this moment? No one can say.

Even if you cannot reach the limit of the world, you will definitely not be worse than the legend.

"It is not a mistake of fighting, a reason for seeking defeat, a punishment from heaven and man..."

Liuyun thought silently, the content recorded on the inscription seemed to contain a huge secret...

Liuyun could feel the helplessness of Black Flag retreating. Similarly, he could almost conclude that Black Flag would never take the initiative to cause trouble for Chu Xiang.

He has long been unable to protect himself!

Some hatred cannot be washed away with time. But revenge is also a luxury for many people.

Many times, some interference does not necessarily come from the enemy. Those who interfere may not necessarily give the so-called fair opportunity...

............

"Xier, don't you need to go into seclusion?"

Standing at the top of Piaomiao Peak, Yue'er asked in a low voice.

Today, when legends say that one after another, it seems that only Xier is the only one, facing the mountains all day long, drinking alone in the pot of ethereal without traces.

"No, no, necessary."

Xier answered silently, picked up the gourd, drank a light sip, and still stared into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at.

Yue'er was a little sad, but she understood that along Xi'er's gaze at the moment, in the distance that no mortal could see, there was the world's best mountain known as the martial arts world.

"Xi'er, Le'er and the others, have news come back and say they are fine already..."

Although he knew it was useless, Yue'er still tried to comfort her. In fact, if she stood at her point of view at this moment, Le'er and Rong'er's safety, and limited freedom, were undoubtedly the enemy's greatest kindness.

After all, except for the fact that his martial arts were sealed, Le'er and the other two were not tortured as expected, and they didn't even have torture. Just from the enemy's standpoint, Yue'er felt that Xier had requested too much and was too greedy. Of course, this idea was immediately extinguished just after signs of her mind.

Xi'er turned around and looked at Yue'er strangely, not knowing whether she guessed what she was thinking or did not agree with her statement.

Shaking his head, Xier's eyes were separated, as if he was confused, and he looked up and drank a sip of sweet wine. Xier did not respond and looked into the distance again.

"Is it really me, I'm greedy..."

If Xier did not receive a reply or even comfort, as expected, it did not produce any effect. Yueer had no choice but to leave. There were still many things in the Lingjiu Palace waiting for her, the once irresponsible and lazy demon, to deal with it.

Under the sunset, a red-clothed nvzi stood on the top of the mountain, drinking alone.

Behind her, not far away was a martial arts square. In the center of the square, a nv wearing a purple robe held a sword with the same purple air in his hand, swinging a large piece of deep purple physical sword energy...

When the last afterglow was plated on the body, when the last drop of wine in the pot slipped into his throat, the red-clothed nv mi left his eyes, shook the wine pot, and then turned around and threw the pot off the cliff with his backhand...

When the night came, the night swallowed the earth, a red shadow drifted away, and two crystal clear spots fell without anyone knowing it.

At a height of thousands of feet, when will the pot be broken?

Is that broken wine pot exactly the same as the one abandoned on Piaomiao Peak?

The blood was gone, and there was only a purple-robed nv left at the top of the empty peak, dancing in the darkness.
Chapter completed!