Vendetta

Gu Hunhong looked at the person in front of him, and said darkly: "Fu Ling, it seems that I should have killed you first."

"If you had come to kill me first, you would have met Hades by now," Fu Ling chuckled, "you wouldn't have the chance to stand here and blow with me."

"It's not a good thing to be too conceited."

After Gu Hunhong finished speaking, he raised his sword and flew towards him. Fu Ling immediately blocked it with his sword.

Gu Hunhong's figure was very stable, he smiled darkly and said: "It really is the king of evil sword Hades, he is somewhat capable."

Fu Ling took half a step back, surprised that his internal energy was so strong, but it really didn't show on the face, she still sneered: "You are so capable, you are worthy of being a master?"

"Such a low-level provocative method would only be fooled by a brat." Gu Hunhong came flying with his sword again, "It's useless to me."

"Then why are your wrists shaking? Will you have a stroke when you are old?" Fu Ling sneered, his face was careless, but he was seriously recalling Yan Zhu's sword skills in his heart.

Gu Hunhong's master came from Huoshan School. As a direct disciple, he also learned "Huoshan Sword Art", but it is different from Yan Zhu. After leaving Huoshan, Gu Hunhong also practiced many other skills and secret books. His sword Techniques and moves are not as pure as Yan Zhu's. Although there are many changes, none of them can be used to the extreme.

Although Gu Hunhong's shortcomings are obvious, he still has few rivals in the arena. With his extraordinary talent, decades of skill, unpredictable moves, and now with the help of "Red Sun Promise Kung Fu", even if others know There is no way to start with the shortcomings.

Fuling can defeat him, but not now, maybe in three to five years, maybe ten or twenty years later, at least Fuling needs to break through the last level of "Three Wusao Technique", and use "Twelve Heavy Golden Swordsmanship" to the extreme.

But he is only eighteen now.

"Fu Ling!" Ding Huai hugged Ding Yue, and shouted to Fu Ling, desperate but firmly said: "You go, don't dip into this muddy water anymore."

Fu Ling and Gu Hunhong shuttled back and forth between several stone peaks, and they could faintly see that Fu Ling had already lost the wind.

The internal forces collided again, and Fu Ling felt the powerful and domineering internal force coming up from the handle of the knife, which shocked him with pain like a tiger's mouth was torn apart, and then he felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, trying to suppress the blood pressure surging in his chest, and said : "Stop talking nonsense, vomit blood and come to talk to others."

He turned around and slashed, Gu Hunhong dodged sideways, the Dragon Tooth Knife slashed on the stone peak, was caught by the gap, and there was a moment of stagnation, Gu Hunhong's sword had already stabbed Fu Ling, Fu Ling was short and barely dodged , the Dragon Tooth Saber left the gap and lay across the front of his body again. His black robe was cut in many places, but fortunately the wound was not deep.

Gu Hunhong's moves are fierce, and all the kung fu moves he used are the most poisonous killing moves. If it wasn't for Fu Ling's lightness kung fu, he would have more than this little injury on his body.

"Fu Ling," Ding Huai shouted, "leave us alone! Let's go!"

"Don't be so sentimental! I'm here to avenge myself, it's none of your business!"

Fu Ling had just finished yelling this sentence, before she had time to catch her breath, Gu Hunhong's sword struck again.

The sword energy is extremely strong, if you want to block it, you have to use your internal strength, but you can't, Fu Ling is about to lift the knife to block it, a silver blade blocked Gu Hunhong's sword before him.

Fu Ling raised her head in astonishment, looked at the man in Tsing Yi, and said in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

"If I don't come, what if something happens to you?" Yan Zhu swung Gu Hunhong's sword away, his voice was a little angry, and he stretched out a hand to support Fu Ling. After seeing the injury on Fu Ling's body, he His tone softened again, and he asked, "Are you all right?"

There was another person who came with Yan Zhu, also wearing Tsing Yi and holding a sword, his temples were already gray, but his figure was tall and straight, and there was a bit of majesty between his brows.

Gu Hunhong looked at the person in front of him, smiled and said: "Junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, the wind in the northwest is really strong, I never thought it could move your big Buddha."

Chang Rusong held the sword and said calmly, "I'll clean up the house for Master."

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

The friendship of the same family for 20 years turned against each other once, and in the next more than ten years, the friendship became more and more scattered and faded. Finally, when the swords collided today, it was completely shattered.

There are many stone peaks on the desert, and Gu Hunhong and Chang Rusong's swords meet. Decades ago on Mount Huo, the three brothers and sisters also held swords and shuttled through the large green pines and cypresses on the mountain.

The years have passed, and things have changed.

Gu Hunhong had read countless martial arts cheats, thinking that he could gather the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, but he never thought that adding these martial arts together in a mess would be counterproductive. In the end, he still lost to Chang Rusong's "Huoshan Sword Art".

Gu Hunhong half-kneeled on the ground, his internal strength was exhausted, there were many wounds in his chest cavity, he put his sword on the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, he coughed twice, and looked at the calm and indifferent person not far away.

"Senior brother, I started at the age of six, and you were ten years old at that time, standing on the steps of Huoshan and looking at me." Chang Rusong approached me step by step with his sword in hand, and said slowly: "You have always kept a cold face, But that day when worshiping the ancestor, it rained and the mountain road was not easy to walk, you took me by the hand and carried the younger brother on your back, Ruzhu was five years old at that time, crying on your shoulder, do you remember?"

Gu Hunhong raised his head and looked at the sky. It was a clear sky with a few scattered clouds in the blue sky. He chuckled: "It was raining really hard at that time, and the sky was pitch black. I've never seen such heavy rain."

Gu Hunhong's face, which was always as cold as ice, showed a rare crack, and the gloom in his eyes faded a little, revealing a little bit of invisible light, but this warmth disappeared quickly, he said: "But So what? No matter how good Huo Shan is, he doesn't belong to me, I thought I found a place to live, but do you know how the disciples in the sect humiliated me behind my back?"

"Do you know what people in the Central Plains call Rouran? They call Rouran Zhuzhu, who is as mentally retarded as a worm, heh..." Gu Hunhong stood up, sneered with sarcasm, and said, "I am in the northwest, and they call Rouran I'm a bastard, and when I'm in the Central Plains, people call me Zhuzhu, what did I do wrong? Why should I always be inferior to others?"

Chang Rusong continued silently, "This is not the reason for you to kill innocent people."

"I found out later that since I couldn't change it, I blocked their mouths." Gu Hunhong's body was a little unstable, his mood eased, and he said calmly: "Anyway, as long as I am strong enough, no one will be able to say anything." Dare to say, no matter how dissatisfied others are in their hearts, they must respect me on the face, so what about bastards? What about creeps? They will still kneel in front of me and beg for mercy from me."

Gu Hunhong stood on top of the stone peak, pointed his sword at the disciples of the Tongtian Sect below, and said: "The weak are not innocent, and being weak is the original sin."

Chang Rusong said angrily: "You are stunned! How did the master teach us? The best kindness of a gentleman is like water..."

"Water is good for all things without fighting?" Gu Hunhong sneered, "If you don't fight, you will die."

Gu Hunhong held his sword in his hand and wiped it carefully with his sleeve. There was a line of small characters on the hilt of the sword. He raised his head and looked at the blue sky above his head, with no sadness or joy on his face: "I don't regret it, come again I will still do this once. Victory and defeat are common things in the arena. I am not as skilled as others, so I have nothing to say. I will have no fear or regret when I go to hell. When I see Master, I will kowtow to him again."

Gu Hunhong held the sword, a cold light flashed, and fresh meat gushed out from his neck.

Chang Rusong sighed, he approached Yu Hunhong, picked up the blood-stained saber, the line of small characters on the hilt was clearly visible because of the blood.

I saw it said: Husband only does not fight, so there is no preference. (Note)

This sword is called "Wuyou", which was given by the master back then. I hope that the big disciple Zheng Ruquan can handle things like water, be indifferent and not fight, and have no faults or complaints in his life.

"Husbands do not compete, so the world cannot compete with them..."

Chang Rusong shook his head with a wry smile. Among the three of them, he was the only one left in the end. The desert was full of yellow sand and the heat wave was rolling. Huoshan, thousands of miles away, was still green with evergreen pines and cypresses.

The flowers withered in front of the court, and after the clouds dispersed, things changed.

Only a lapel of tears. (Note)

On the other side, seeing Gu Hunhong collapsed, Fu Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He clenched the Dragon Tooth Knife in his hand tightly, there was only one left left, and the last Zhang Tingsheng was left, Fu Ling's revenge would be over, the bloody nightmare was about to come to an end, he could finally give an explanation to his parents and sister.

"Poria?"

Yan Zhu noticed that Fu Ling's face was not looking well, so she called softly.

"I'm fine." Fu Ling shook his head at Yan Zhu, and he walked to Ding Huai's side to see Ding Yue in Ding Huai's arms.

When Ding Yue stole the antidote, she was discovered by Gu Hunhong, and after being seriously injured, she fled with Ding Huai.

Fu Ling looked at the pale woman in front of her with a complicated expression, not knowing where to start.

"Fu Ling, I'm sorry for you..." Ding Yue coughed violently, blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, and her voice continued intermittently: "For so many years, I have always regretted it in my heart. Me, I...cough cough cough..."

Fu Ling can't speak, doesn't he hate Ding Yue?Of course he hated it. Ding Yue couldn't shirk the blame for what happened ten years ago. He couldn't say to forgive her, but now, he couldn't say he hated her either.

After a long silence, Fu Ling finally spoke and called out, "Ding Yue."

Ding Yue looked at Fu Ling, her eyes were a little out of focus, and she said angrily, "Can you...don't call me Ding Yue...call me one more time..."

"Sister Xiaoyun."

"Okay..." Ding Yue burst into tears, as if a traveler who had struggled for a long time in the desert finally arrived at the oasis, she smiled and slowly closed her eyes.

The pair of red phoenix eyes raised slightly, and stopped at this moment. In a daze, Fu Ling seemed to see that girl in a linen skirt standing in a green wheat field in Zimai Village again.

That shallow pear dimple, soft smile.

Ding Huai hugged his younger sister and wept bitterly. After a while, he managed to stop his tears and said in a hoarse voice, "Yue'er, I got my wish today. After you go, remember to say hello to my parents for me."

At this time, the wind and sand in the desert suddenly rose, blowing people blind.

Some people have been trapped in the wind and sand all their lives, walking alone, unable to see a little greenness on the road ahead, blinded by the wind and sand, unable to see through the cold and warm world, and never see their own heart clearly.

Die for one thought, live for one thought, wind and sand will eventually bury everything together with the years.

The author has something to say: the highest goodness is like water, and water is good for all things without fighting... Husband only does not fight, so there is no preference.

The husband does not fight, so the world cannot compete with him. —— "Tao Te Ching"

The flowers withered in front of the court, and after the clouds dispersed, things changed.There is only one lapel with clear tears, which sprinkle all over the broken branches by the railing. ——"Chaozhongcuo · Zhangtai Yangliuyueyiyi"