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The atmosphere in the darkness at this moment was terrifyingly oppressive. Blood Knife Douluo closed his eyes and breathed surprisingly steadily.

The moment the purple-eyed crow behind Blood Knife Douluo moved, his eyes suddenly opened with killing intent.The thumb on the scabbard suddenly pushed up, and a blood-red sword light like a hell Shura suddenly shone in the boundless darkness.

"The ninth soul skill, One Knife Shura!" The sound of the long sword in Blood Knife Douluo's hand being unsheathed echoed throughout the world.

At this moment, the original darkness was dyed blood red, and the phantom of Shura with three heads and six arms appeared out of thin air on the entire Soul Fighting Stage.The ground of the Soul Fighting Platform then collapsed like waves, and countless purple-eyed crows also turned into nothingness at this moment.

The soul-fighting platform that saw the light of day looked particularly desolate, like a wasteland after the apocalypse.Among the ruins, He Shengmo stood slowly in a green shirt and robe. He Shengmo touched a blood line on his face and looked at Blood Knife Douluo with slightly curved eyes.

Blood Knife Douluo held his saber in his arms and said calmly: "I have already remembered this, but it does not mean that I will choose you." After He Shengmo heard Blood Knife Douluo's words, his eyes dimmed slightly and he said calmly: "Why?" Blood Knife Douluo looked at the Blood Knife in his arms with firm eyes and said calmly: "I have to repay the kindness of knowing someone!"

He Shengmo laughed foolishly after hearing what Blood Knife Douluo said and said, "Yes, Liu Qingtian is indeed much stronger than his father..." Blood Knife Douluo frowned slightly after hearing He Shengmo's words. The bloody knife was unsheathed in vain.Next, an extremely bloodthirsty sword light came towards him, and a black flute appeared in He Shengmo's hand.

He Shengmo's eyes were indifferent. The black flute in his hand faced the blood-red sword light. The black flute cut the sharp and bloodthirsty sword light into pieces.

Gu Yixue, who was teleported to the auditorium by the Bone King, stared intently at He Shengmo on the Soul Fighting Stage. Every move of the middle-aged man in front of her was so familiar. It seemed that she had seen it somewhere a long, long time ago...

"Qianyu, you are lazy again. The strongest disciple of the younger generation of your Gu family will be selected soon. Don't embarrass Uncle Gu..." A young man with a hazy face said with a faint smile. "Tch, this young lady can beat them to the ground with just one hand..." A graceful and graceful girl couldn't help but curl her lips.

The girl was sitting under a willow tree in the yard, her little feet dangling without touching the ground. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she tilted her head and said: "But... Xiaomo, if you accompany me to practice together, I will not help you." You can consider..." The young man crossed his hands on his chest and said with a serious face: "This can't be done, you are too weak and I can't help but beat you..." The expectant girl suddenly bulged up after hearing the young man's words and raised her eyebrows and said angrily. : "Hey... Sheng... Mo! You ask for a beating..." After hearing the girl's words, the boy took out a flute from his waist and said with a carefree smile: "I'll beat you, are you afraid that you won't succeed?"

Gu Yixue felt how ethereal and illusory all of this was. She didn't know where she was, looking at the scene in front of her with admiration.In the blink of an eye, the boy and the girl were sitting side by side under the willow tree under the moonlight. Everything in the yard was still the same as before.It's just that the young voices of the boy and the girl can no longer be heard, and they have grown a lot taller.

The girl sat under the willow tree and felt a little unnatural with her feet on the ground. The boy lay quietly under the willow tree with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"Xiao Mo, is there anything you want to do in the future..." The girl's delicate body was slightly bent, she held her chin with one hand and stared forward thoughtfully. "What do you want to do...? Of course, it is to travel across the entire continent, help those in need, and punish those who need punishment..." The young man looked at Mingyue expressionlessly and said quietly.

The girl put down the hand that was holding her chin, turned her head to look at the boy and said with a slightly curled lips: "Wouldn't you be bored by this?" After hearing the girl's words, the boy straightened up and stood up slowly, patted the dust on his body and said casually. He smiled and said, "Of course I won't be bored. I've been here for so many years. And I won't be bored every day. So... Qianyu, will you travel all over the continent with me in the future?" The girl opened her beautiful eyes after hearing the boy's words. Standing up slightly, she tilted her head and said, "Humph, do you still dare to abandon me?" As the girl spoke, she opened one eye and glanced at the boy.

The young man put his hands on his chest and swung them quickly with a smile: "How dare you abandon Miss Gu... I just ask Miss Gu not to abandon me in the future..." After hearing the young man's words, the girl's cheeks flashed slightly. Blushing, the two little hands with nowhere to rest were squeezing away from each other. "I don't think so. Well, I said... I said if there was a way for us to never be separated... Xiaomo, would you be willing?"

The young man slowly raised the black flute in his hand and hit the girl on the head. "Hey~ He Shengmo! Why are you hitting me all of a sudden...?" The young man showed an innocent smile and said: "We will not be separated forever now, unless..." The girl covered her head and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Curiously: "Unless what?" The young man turned around slowly, and the girl's eyes gradually became filled with haze.Suddenly the young man turned back, flicked his right hand to the girl's forehead and said angrily: "Of course, unless Miss Gu breaks her promise, it's the same sentence. I just ask Miss Gu not to abandon me..."

The girl covered her painful forehead and suddenly felt something was wrong. She looked at the young man with his hands on his waist with fierce eyes and said angrily: "He Shengmo! Are you bullying me again? Even if you don't answer my questions, you even hit me... ..." The young man looked at the girl with raised eyebrows and laughed out loud. The two of them playing like this looked particularly beautiful under the moonlight.

Gu Yixue looked at the scenes in her mind, and her beautiful eyes turned red at some point.There were two shallow tears left on the cheeks, and the coldness in the eyes gradually melted...

The scene turned again, and a girl on a cliff tightly hugged the blood-stained boy with her hands.In her beautiful eyes, she said in a daze: "Mo, have you ever liked me? Even for just a moment..." The young man's heart trembled violently after hearing the girl's words, "I never seriously examined our relationship before, but... Now I already have the answer in my heart. Yu'er, if we can leave together alive, will you be willing to accompany me to see thousands of rivers and mountains?"

Hearing the boy's answer, hot tears suddenly burst out of his eyes. The girl raised her jade hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and suddenly smiled miserably: "Mo, if there is an afterlife, how about you marry me?" The boy heard the girl's words. The pupils shrank to the extreme. At this moment, the temperature on the cliff dropped sharply, and the wind and snow between heaven and earth became more violent and ruthless.

The girl's body gradually became illusory in the wind and snow, but there was still a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.Until the girl's body turned into dots of starlight and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

I don’t know how many years later, there were several more carvings on this cliff.There are three words written on it: Fengxueya. Every stroke of the words reveals a sadness of autumn...