I will not recognize the debt of the previous life!

Scene [-]: My joys and sorrows are surrounded by you ([-])

Xu Mo was so drowsy that he dreamed about the past again.

He and Qin Xian knelt in front of the ancestral hall to swear blood, and said words that he couldn't even understand, just like what was said in the storybook, they must have started with this sentence: "The yellow sky is above, and the thick soil is below..."

Then the deduction will be the story written in the history books.

He couldn't remember the oath at that time for a long time, but he remembered it clearly in this dream. In the dream, he didn't understand what happened at all, but was moved to boil by those words: "The yellow sky is above, the thick soil is below, Today, the two of us have become brothers with different surnames, and from now on, brothers will be commensurate and treat each other with sincerity!"

Qin Xian's eyes were red, he was choked up and couldn't speak, and he felt uncomfortable seeing this, so he wiped away his tears worriedly and coaxed with a smile: "Axian, we are brothers, no matter what I will bear with you , just like father and master master, don't cry anymore, okay?"

Qin Xian suddenly raised his hand to hit him, but when he saw the tears streaming down his young and ignorant face, he cried and cried, suddenly wiped away the tears, raised his hands high and made an oath with tears in his eyes.

"The road ahead is long, and luck and misfortune will depend on each other, life and death will never give up!"

Why did you remember those things again?Qin Xian shook his head helplessly. A white dragon several feet high was lying on the huge waves behind him. He swung his sword and pointed. The powerful momentum knocked him into the water.Immediately afterwards, he waved his hand and summoned hundreds of swords to sink into the water. Countless fairy swords intersected in the water like dancing butterflies, weaving a net and rolling towards him.

Hou Qing was afraid of the water, so he couldn't use it in the water, so he could only resist the sword formation with a knife. After the first wave passed, he was still injured, and the blood mist dispersed in the water. He had no time to pay attention to it because the second wave of sword formation came. .

Staying in the water for a long time was not good for him, and he would definitely lose after such a wave of waves, so Hou Qing gave up resisting these swords, broke through the sword net behind him, jumped out of the water and flew towards the south cliff.As long as he leaves this sea, he can regain the dominance. However, a boundless waterfall that goes upstream suddenly rises in front of him, blocking his way. Looking at the roads in the southeast, northwest, all roads are blocked by this huge waterfall.

"I've said it before." Qin Xian stared at him and said coldly, "This is my battlefield."

He actually attracted the water of the entire raging sea to fight with him, completely missing the shrewdness and calmness of the past.Hou Qing felt that this man might be crazy, but his eyes were as clear as ever. He kept failing and fighting against this fate. It turned out that he was very clear about what he was doing from beginning to end.

Seeing the determination on his face that he was not afraid of death, it was difficult for Hou Qing not to think of Jing Yazi and Qin Xiao, and finally gave up chasing those two and drew his sword out of its sheath, because it was destined from the beginning that he could only kill him today Or be killed by him.

Whether it succeeds or fails, both of them are safe.

The white dragon on the sea of ​​anger is much larger than it was a hundred years ago, and the pupils of a single pair of eyes are the size of an adult.Hou Qing was afraid of the water but could fly, the white dragon roared and rushed towards him from the top to knock him into the water, but he suffered a loss once, how could he be defenseless.

After several times, he just dodged passively. All the water on this battlefield was controlled by Qin Xian, and he couldn't get close at all, no matter how powerful his knife was, he couldn't use it.

Seeing the white dragon ramming towards him again, Hou Qing turned around to dodge, shook the long knife in his hand, and the stellar energy emitted turned into white light rushing up to the sky, like a bolt of lightning striking the top of the white dragon's head.

Just hearing a scream that shook the world, the white dragon was seriously injured and disappeared, and the raging waterfall on the sea also fell into the sea without a trace.But Qin Xian on the opposite side suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. He was a fellow practitioner of the dragon soul, and the injury to the white dragon would be like a serious injury to him, so naturally he was unable to control the entire seawater.

Seeing that the water stopped, Hou Qing's eyes flickered with murderous intent, and he appeared in front of Qin Xian and stabbed him in the chest.His strikes are always fierce, and he must aim at the vital point. Qin Xian was prepared to block it with his sword, but the sword was too fierce even if he gritted his teeth to hold back, the sword broke.

With this luck, Qin Xian coughed up another mouthful of blood, it seemed that he was seriously injured just now.His hairpin was shaken off, his long hair fell apart, and he looked a bit embarrassed, but his eyes were still alive.Hou Qing knew that as long as he made another easy cut, the man would surely die, but at this moment he saw his head lowered, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up, as if he was smiling.

This person was very cunning, he was startled to feel cheated but Qin Xian firmly grabbed his wrist.

The next moment, hundreds of swords dormant on the bottom of the sea broke through the sea and pierced towards the sky like a dense net at the same time, and then turned back down, weaving into a sword array and attacking them regardless of whether they are enemies or friends.

Qin Xian counted swords in his body, and the blood soaked the white Taoist robe. He didn't know how long the sword formation would last. The water in the raging sea had already begun to dissipate without his control, and his consciousness gradually drifted away, but he remembered until the last moment, His own hand was still tightly gripping Hou Qing's wrist, and he died with him.

The sun was setting and the sky was covered with a layer of haze. After the water of the angry sea receded, no one dared to come to this ruined place for the time being because they were afraid of the movement. The air filled the sky above the old imperial city.

At this time, a girl in sky-blue clothes landed here. Her shoes left a string of footprints in the mud. She ran over and knelt down to hug Qin Xian's blood-stained body. The temperature was also cold, and the worry in his eyes turned into panic, and tears welled up in an instant: "How are you doing? Just hold on, and I'll take you to see a doctor right away!"

Qin Xian's eyes were still closed, he was no different from a dead person, maybe it was because of her body temperature brought some warmth, or maybe he heard the haunting voice, his lips moved, the voice was inaudible, Qingqing hurriedly leaned over to listen to what he was saying, and burst into tears after hearing it clearly.

"No! You can't die! You haven't seen our child yet, you haven't named the child yet... and Qingxiao Xianmen, you haven't watched Qingxiao Xianmen flourish...don't die, please Please don't die, I'll take you to see a doctor..."

As she spoke, she carried Qin Xian on her back and walked towards the city wall in the distance. Tears had already blurred her vision, and she couldn't see where the road was.I don't know how long I walked, the sky above my head seemed to open a sluice and poured down rain.

The rain washed the cold body behind her, continuously fell along her cheeks, onto the flowers and plants she walked along the road, and dripped in clusters along the petals and branches.The wind swept across the flat ground, and even the vegetation was moved by him.

Qingqing kept walking as if she had lost consciousness, and said softly to the person who had already lost her voice: "I promise you, I will take you away, leave here, go to the place where there are only you and me, in the future you don't have to carry anything..."

In a trance, it seemed that he had returned to his previous life. In the long dark night, the girl smiled and raised her finger to the starry sky. He looked at her side face and finally showed a relieved smile.

I don't know which one is more sad or joyful in his long life of never stopping fighting?

The thunder exploded, and Xu Mo woke up suddenly, only to find himself lying in a wooden house, the rain was rustling outside the window, the sky was overcast, and he couldn't tell whether it was morning or evening.He stretched out his hand, staring at the rainwater falling on his palm, as if looking at his tears, and murmured: "Is it raining?"

Shen Yan sat opposite him by the window, and nodded while looking at the rustling rain curtain outside the window in ecstasy. Last night, he only felt a soaring dragon chant in his ears, and felt a white dragon penetrate his chest. Soul, then the sky was illuminated by lightning, and the rain began to fall again, and it has been raining for a day and a night now, as if even the sky is crying for him.

Xu Mo didn't ask, and he didn't dare to ask, since the Dragon Soul changed hands, he probably already...

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"Cough cough..."

Hou Qing covered the wound on his body. It had been a long time since he had been injured so badly. Fortunately, halfway through the sword formation, Qin Xian couldn't hold back and lost consciousness, so he protected his vitals in time.

This feeling of fighting for life is too similar to that of a hundred years ago. Looking back on it now, it is still thrilling. I never imagined that Qin Xian could push him to such a degree.

But he couldn't show a weak posture, changed his clothes and returned to the camp. There were too many people around him who were looking forward to his death. As long as he was found to be weak, these people might not hesitate to turn against him like in the past.He suddenly thought of Yang Cheng, he was the only loyal person around him, but when he stood outside the tent, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

He knows best what that means.

He pushed open the tent, and sure enough, he saw the dead body of Yang Cheng, holding the sword in the flute in his hand, the blood dripping from his neck had been dried by the fire, but his expression seemed to be relieved, he actually committed suicide.He suddenly trembled all over, and felt that he was betting on his chest that he couldn't get up or down, so he could only writhe back and forth.

Seeing his frightening appearance, the guards trembled in fear. According to his usual temper, they were dead.But Hou Qing unexpectedly didn't get angry and anger everyone this time, he seemed extremely calm but gritted his teeth with hatred, and ordered: "Destroy his corpse for three days, then sink to the bottom of the river to feed the fish!"

Hearing this vicious order, all the people in his hands trembled in fear, fearing that one day it would be his turn.

At this time, Wei Shi came back, and was seriously injured when he met Xuan Wei a few days ago, so he was delayed for a few days.Now that Xue Qi had been away for a long time and Yang Cheng committed suicide, Wei Shi was the only one he could get his hands on, so he mercifully refused to punish him and ordered Wei Shihao to attack the Lei Ze clan after a few days of rest.

Wei Shi knelt and half-knelt to accept the order, and when he went out, he saw some soldiers carrying Yang Cheng's body and throwing it on the ground outside, his eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of astonishment.Even if there is no deep friendship, it is inevitable that the subordinates of the demon god will feel a bit sad. If Yang Cheng's loyalty ended up like this, what about him?

How many people like them who lick blood on the tip of a knife can end well?

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The ruins of the imperial city after the massacre were full of corpses, and crows landed and gnawed on the rotting corpses. Even a hard-hearted man couldn't help feeling sad.

The Taoist priest in blue stood on the ruins and chanted sutras for them, reincarnating these souls who died unjustly.He couldn't help crying when he looked at the sad scene, and lamented: "The poor man is late. The poor man is not a saint, and he can't save the common people..."