[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

The author has something to say: A big bucket of dog blood is approaching! !

Pay attention to prepare umbrella pot lids and keep a safe distance

It is purely to satisfy the unreliable author's bad taste in love and killing each other _(:зゝ∠)_, so a scene is temporarily added outside the original outline

Russia has always wanted to watch the duel between the two palaces (beating chest), but unfortunately the original work did not give the opportunity (kneeling), so I had to produce, sell and entertain myself~~~ (I will not dare to do it next time...)

One step, two steps, three steps...

The road to fame and fame is like a castrated life, no matter how you resist, it will continue according to the established track.And those bloody wolves were reflected in that person's eyes, just like looking coldly at the butterflies in the crystal bottle, it was not worth sneering at.

Powerless to choose his own beginning, but this time, for the first time in his life, he can choose his own ending.

This is the seventh day of the ancient mausoleum's death smoke retreat, it is the most critical moment, and it is also the time when this monster is weakest.There is no need to use the profound meaning of martial arts that he has been pursuing, no need to waste the countless skills gained in exchange for life and death, and even Zhu Hong doesn't need to get out of the sheath, just like the most ordinary butcher in the market, with one stab, the ancient tomb will die undoubtedly.

Then, it's all over, the revenge of the father is avenged, and the shame is avenged, and then...

Does this world have anything to do with me?

He had imagined the situation of this day countless times, but the reality challenged him in the most unexpected way, and he, just like that night at the foot of Luofu Mountain, had a difficult way to go, and there was nothing but emptiness in his heart.

He couldn't figure out whether the hesitation at this moment was because he couldn't, didn't dare, or didn't want to.

He felt sorry for himself, he had been manipulated by others for so long, and when he was finally able to choose freely, he couldn't even lift his own sword.

Everything around seemed strange and empty, and the cold and hopeless night was suffocating.Even Zhu Hong, the only one he trusts in this world, at this moment, the sword spirit seems to be asleep, and what he holds in his hand seems to be just scrap iron, and he can't feel a trace of the surge that was ready to come out in the past; The luxurious ornaments are dimmed under the night; the circle of pure white wind feathers brushes the tiger's mouth harshly, the touch is too soft, confusing people's minds; the tiger's head bell rings lightly, drawing a ray of warmth that remains to this day , is about to corrode the last shaky strength.

This struggle is actually just a momentary stillness, but it is this fleeting hesitation that has ruined Gong Wuhou's most hopeful chance to kill Guling Shiyan.A burst of strength seemed to come from outside the sky, like a god-man wielding a huge ax to cut him in half, the sharp killing edge instantly aroused the survival instinct, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.Subconsciously, he drew his sword and slashed back, a red glow fell down, blocking the momentum of the two copper beads approaching.The two forces wrestled in the air but could not blink an eye, and a roar exploded a cyclone, forcing both of them to retreat a few steps.

The copper ball went back and forth, and under the control of subtle internal force, it seemed as if it had eyes, and used tricky routes to find the space on the opponent's left side.Gong Wuhou raised his sword to block, while teleporting his footwork to get out of this uncomfortable angle.

The hanging shadow of the West Palace has arrived, the cloud hand flipped over, the two beads connected into a line, several loops back and forth, continuously attacking.

When the weapons were handed over, there was a clanging sound.Suddenly, a backhand pointed at the back, the copper beads were being blocked behind the neck, and the shrill friction sound was in the ears, and the whole body was shaken suddenly, as if there was a crack in the heart, scattered sparks and impenetrable killing intent All seeped in, I don't know if it is pain, sour, astringent, or bitter.

Gong Wuhou was lucky with the sword, and when she sent it to the sky, Zhu Hong danced, bursting into a ball of brilliance, shaking off the entanglement of copper beads.

At this moment, Nishinomiya Diaoying hit with a palm.They sideways avoided, and then the two of them blocked, dismantled, pushed, shunned, and exchanged dozens of moves in a short time.

Probably really not good at close-quarters grappling, Gong Wuhou felt that his moves were getting slower and slower, so that he could clearly see every subtle movement of Nishinomiya Diaoying: when he twisted his backhand, his fingers protruded when he tightly clasped his arm, The raised joints, the cyan blood vessels protruding from the back of the white hands, the light primrose-colored sleeves, the sparkling water ripples woven with moon-white silk threads, and the golden smoke lotus satin inlaid on the sleeve edge, following the strength The hazy smell of orchid grass rushes and follows...they are all very light, like a section of water vapor on the river in the early morning, when the sun rises, it disappears like a dream.

But this period of autumn beauty was held tightly in my hands when I was young.

Taking advantage of the trend, he turned over in the air and released the strength from his hands. The wide cuffs of the other party just brushed over his hands. The fine satin left a smooth touch, awakening countless fragments in his memory: like It is the gentleness of the smooth silk that falls on the cheek when the hand is on the forehead; it is also like the curvature of the skirt floating in the breeze next to the palace lantern that is always waiting for you outside the Ruthless Building.

At that time, as long as the little hands grasped the sleeve tightly, there were sections of undulating folds on the fabric.In a short time, all wishes will come true and you will be satisfied. You can watch him smooth out the wrinkles bit by bit with a happy smile. His expression is so serious that it is touching.

Turning around again, the long dark red and maroon hair was flowing irregularly and missed.

How long has it been since their last fight?At a loss.

Only memories can make people feel so clearly about "lost".

Immediately, my heart felt like a knife was twisted.

Xigong Diaoying didn't know that Gong Wuhou was in a state of confusion and had nothing to do at this moment, and she didn't know if she would encounter something more desperate than this moment.

When encountering an ambush, Wuhou must have figured out who was behind the scenes, and also expected that the master would fight against Qiangu for him; and Qiangu is determined to win, and he will definitely not let the great master easily succeed.So he pushed the boat with the current, just waiting for the opportunity of today's fisherman to make a profit.

In fact, as long as he thinks about it a little bit, he should be able to see the doubts earlier: the most beloved disciple of Guling Siyan, he will never give up until he achieves his goal. Even in front of the battle with the least chance of winning, he showed the posture of a half-weak person, and he was caught without a fight.

Xigong Diaoying only knew that at this moment, she was determined not to let Guling Shiyan be distracted.In the face of the Buddha blocking and killing the Buddha, and the gods blocking and killing the gods, Gong Wuhou, he was no match many years ago, and now he can only delay as long as he can.So he put up all his energy and tried his best to recall the moves and habits of Wuhou, and he had exhausted all he had learned to resist.

My heart was beating wildly, and I was dripping with cold sweat.

Passing by, Zhu Hong, who was in mid-air, was falling into the hands of Gong Wuhou, and the red wind suddenly rose.

Nishinomiya Diaoying's heartstrings tightened again, but he couldn't figure out the origin of his next move.He might not be able to block any sword move from Yandu Pill Palace, so he can only take the risk of lying in front of him to block his sword path.With a flip of the left hand, a copper bead swirled at the speed of light, and the person jumped up and landed on the left side of Wuhou.The bloody sword's edge came and brushed past his neck, and the fierce sword energy had drawn a faint line of red on it.

Seemingly unaware of this, he heard the copper ball whirling, and he had already rushed to the front of Wuhou, knowing that he would definitely block with his sword, so he made his next move, raised his elbow and turned his wrist, trying to capture him while he was turning around left shoulder.

Suddenly, the two looked at each other in a hurry.

Nishinomiya Suying suddenly stopped breathing.In a trance, he saw that the eyes were confused and bewildered.

Although it was within a hair's breadth, it was too late, before Zhu Hong could recover, he heard the dull sound of copper beads hitting his body.

Gong Wuhou bent down suddenly, leaned on the ground with her sword, her long hair fell down like a waterfall, covering the side of her face, only heard a muffled groan, and then a strong smell of blood dripped down her face.

Nishinomiya Takakage's mind went blank.What the hell went wrong.His hands had already grasped Wuhou's shoulders, under his palms were densely woven patterns of peony flowers and leaves made of countless gold threads, and the palms of his hands were pierced into a miserable pain.

Gong Wuhou's chest was blunt, and it went numb on the spot for a while.After a while, the pain rose like a rising tide, and it was unbearable and piercing.

"Nishimiya Suying!"

He straightened up abruptly, gnashing his teeth, with a desolate look in his eyes that flickered on and off.

Just now, he vaguely remembered that there were still people who would treat him well within the walls of this huge palace.But up to this point, it is also half merciless.

The angry shout suddenly exploded in his ears, and Nishinomiya Diaoying came back to his senses, and reacted belatedly: Wuhou didn't exert all his strength from the beginning to the end, and the moves were opposite, but he just wanted to push himself back.

With mixed feelings, I immediately wanted to grab him: "Junior Brother!..."

Gong Wuhou flicked the sword-holding hand viciously, forced the man back a step, turned up her red sleeves, and vowed to draw a clear line between the two of them.

"No descendants!"

Put the sword back into its sheath, and go resolutely.

His heart seemed to be tossed with blood, and his body had already exhausted his strength, so he could only stand there in a daze.My heart was half discouraged, but I didn't dare to die.

The phrase "Change fate against the sky" is full of pride, but it is only now that I see my position clearly.

Behind him is the cold window, and in front of him is the fierce red clothes.

This life is still so long, with powerful enemies and evil spirits wanting to invade, it is impossible to see at a glance.

The three of us, master and apprentice, let's just spend time like this.