Jiangnan Bank

The end of the world.

But he worked hard for her and lived for her all his life.

The hair hangs down from his forehead, covering his eyes, and concealing his expression at this moment, which is as light as melancholy, and deeply hurt.

The green blade swung out casually, this saber technique, which had never been shown before, was as proficient as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times in a dream.

All fell into the eyes of the people standing by.

Meng Xinghun was supposed to be the one who was most curious about his sword skills. After the first time he saw him fight with Master Monk in Jiangpan, this should be the second time he went all out to display martial arts.

After only seeing two moves, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes, and when he was clear again, there was a look of shock mixed in.

Although the old man's martial art realm is far above his, but he can understand the sword intent of the young man in Tsing Yi.

Not entirely because of the bystanders.

Not only that, he has also seen that the old man has been controlled by others since the first move, so he knows the ending without having to see the end.He couldn't help lowering his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to look any more, but he didn't know that he couldn't sleep because of the pain of that person when he dreamed back at midnight.

The light of the knife is indifferent to the eyebrows, elusive.

People, lonely in Tsing Yi, deeply hurt.

This man who talks, laughs, kills and kills freely, this man who is omnipotent in strategizing, is just a sad man who suffers from love.

In a blink of an eye, it is already the fourth style, seeking victory in danger, concealing the lore of killing the enemy.

The old man only felt that he was completely restrained by the opponent's short blade, and he was barely able to parry and dodge.

He suddenly thought, in the previous four moves, the young man in Tsing Yi had the ability to hurt him, but he let it go easily, could it be to save momentum for the last strike?Then this last knife, but can it be stopped?

Thinking of this, my heart is already icy cold, and cold sweat is dripping down, and the fifth move has arrived!

The fifth form of the five-petal orchid is handed out freely,

The smile in his eyes wandered and faded away.

No one knew that this last move, if Wu Zhanmei met Wu Zhanmei, would instantly transform into Wu Zhanmei's last sword move, and bring the person who wielded the sword into self-destruction.

He created this peerless martial art that shames all masters, just to die in the hands of the woman he longed for all his life one day.

He seemed to see that beautiful and elegant face like a candle shining on the walls again, that leisurely and graceful woman in the green shirt and blue skirt...

Many years ago, on that summer day, the clear and blurred back,

The figure that left in an instant, but was indelible in his heart forever.

However, there is no clear fragrance of Wuzhanmei in front of my eyes,

There is no such woman whom he yearns for, whose love is deep and unrequited, and who wishes to die under her sword;

Wupetalan is perfect against any moves other than Wuzhanmei, and it is invincible.

The green blade is sudden, vaguely elegant like an orchid, making people wish they could wait to die under the beautiful light of the sword; even though they know that they must die, they can't restrain themselves.

After all, the old man is an unrivaled master, with profound skills, unlike ordinary people, when he saw the green blade approaching, life and death were hanging by a thread, he had no choice but to block it with all his strength.

Can you stop it?

Even though Meng Xinghun had already predicted the outcome, he couldn't help but stare intently at this moment.

Suddenly, a pool of blood appeared, accompanied by a muffled groan, the old man jumped a few feet, and then rushed away without looking back, spilling blood all over the road.

The mountains and forests are all silent.

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[-]. The only chance

It's a pity...the gentle smile is still there, and there is a little regret in the clear eyes, which is fleeting.If he hadn't exhausted himself, the last stab would have killed that person.Right now, he couldn't raise his true energy even more, knowing that he couldn't let that person come back, he could only watch him run away.

Meng Xinghun's right hand hung down from the scabbard, and unconsciously clenched into a fist by his side.The expression on his face was complicated and difficult to distinguish, but it was definitely not a look of relief.The old man was wounded and defeated in the end, but he didn't give him an opportunity to watch the battle, and he had to admit that his opponent had the ability to put him to death.

He knew very well that since he was at the end of his battle after being seriously injured, he was just trying to escape. Although the counterattack before dying is still not to be underestimated, it is like an experienced hunter chasing a wounded beast. As long as someone follows closely with enough patience After that, let him run for his life in panic, and finally fell down when he couldn't support it.

He knows how to kill better than many people, not only because he is fast enough, accurate enough, and ruthless enough, but also because he is more patient than ordinary people.So when the old man ran away, although he couldn't stop him, if he chased after him, he had absolute confidence that he would not be thrown off and finally killed the man.

But the premise is that the person has no subordinates to come to the rescue.Although he didn't know who the old man was, it wasn't difficult to see that he was an overlord who could call wind and rain.Even if the only personal entourage he brings is the one who died by his sword before, it may not be that there are no other people to accompany him along the way.In this way, I'm afraid that the man was seriously injured before he was tracked down, and he was intercepted and killed by his subordinates halfway.

Therefore, knowing that the opponent's life and death are unpredictable at this moment, and there may be a great hidden danger left behind, Meng Xinghun still does not want to take the risk of becoming the prey that jumps into the trap actively, but would rather bet that the old man is seriously injured, and his subordinates will protect the master. Evacuate temporarily first.After all, he doesn't know the depth of the opponent's strength, and the opponent is afraid that reinforcements from the power gang will arrive at any time.

Meng Xinghun was sitting beside the bonfire, the light of the fire reflected on the mountain wall, and his shadow swayed.

A few steps away, on the rocks, a person dressed in green seemed to be resting peacefully. The wind blew gently, making the man very quiet and quiet.

Meng Xinghun knew that the young man in Tsing Yi forcibly raised his Qi to retreat from the enemy under serious injury, and hurt himself even more. After he collapsed from exhaustion, he let his true energy circulate slowly while he was lethargic, and healed his wounds by adjusting his breath.

This is when his defense is weakest, and he has almost no combat power left.The person who has always been very thoughtful and would never leave any hidden dangers around him seems to have suddenly neglected an extremely important matter, forgetting that there is a person who wants his life by his side.

This is the best chance, and Meng Xinghun also knows that it is almost the only chance that he may be sure to kill this person.

Of course, he has no doubt that he will be buried with him.

So, he didn't do anything.

When he sat down and thought about the fight just now, he realized that he had given up two excellent opportunities before.Moreover, when he was still unaware, he had already been seen through.

When thinking of this, he unconsciously broke off the dead branch in his hand, looked down, and couldn't help but smile wryly.Maybe when he stood in front of that person during the day, he was also full of flaws without knowing it, just as he already understood why the young man who was very good at wielding a sword by the Huanhua River couldn't control his hands trembling slightly, because the person in front of him The opponent is just too scary.

Although Meng Xinghun did not have the ability to read people's hearts like that person, he at least knew one thing. Even if the person was [-]% sure that he would not attack him under such circumstances, he would not treat him indifferently. be on guard.

This is his judgment after he has calmed down completely. He sees everything clearly. For example, he himself acted as a pawn in the previous battle, so he will not admit it so easily. To give up making a move at this moment is to repay the life-saving grace that he still owes even if it is not from the other party's original intention.

He just, doesn't want to gamble.

Meng Xinghun was not afraid of gambling his life, but it was also to earn a chance to survive.In the process of completing his missions in the past, the combination of the complete assurance of a successful strike and the careful arrangement of retreating calmly is a perfect plan.There is no point in sacrificing your life to complete a mission if it is not necessary or when there is no way out.

When he went to kill, he didn't do it for no reason.His life might not be worth much. Every time he went to kill someone, he thought that maybe he would be the one who died.In the decisive victory, the chances of life and death are equal, but it depends on whose will is stronger and who is able to make clear judgments.He has been just trying his best to live on, if his judgment is wrong, then when it is time for him to die, he will accept it calmly.

Even if it wasn't of his own volition, it wasn't that he had a grudge against those people, and it wasn't that he knew that those people deserved to die.He had never met those who died under his sword, and had no idea whether those people were good or evil.In other words, the vast majority of people are good people in the eyes of some people, but bad people in the eyes of others.

Therefore, even though he hated the bloody struggle for power in the arena, he had no right to criticize those who disregarded life.He killed people just to keep himself alive, just like those who trade their bodies for food, power for power, and personality for money.However, those people still have the power to choose and reject everything that is exchanged.

He had no choice but to kill or be killed.Trying to survive, but don't know the meaning of living.

Already tired of killing, tired of blood, tired of all the intrigues and hypocrisy in this world.

However, he will not actively choose death.

He is just living in this world.

No friends, no feelings, no power to choose what kind of life to live.

Because being a killer doesn't require anything superfluous that could be his weakness.

Only when his heart is hard enough and his people are ruthless enough can his killing hand be steady enough.

But deep down in his heart, he was always resisting the killing.

He has never been able to understand why anyone would take pleasure in killing, or get excited about killing.

He also knew that there were still many people who couldn't help themselves at first, but gradually they were able to calmly accept that the struggle between the rivers and lakes must be life and death.

Unexpectedly,