ten steps one kill

, she was smashed to pieces, she could only do her best to gallop forward.

Fang Wuxiang's bloodshot eyes finally reflected her shadow.

Xiu Ci and Lone Palm met each other, and during the short interval between the two sides fighting each other, Fang Wuxiang showed hesitation on his face and asked, "Are you here too?"

"Yes, I'm here too," Mu Xue panted, "I don't want to be your enemy, so please stop."

Fang Wuxiang said: "If I stop, the people around you will kill me immediately."

Mu Xue took a deep breath and said, "I will protect you."

Fang Wuxiang's lips parted slightly, but they were quickly closed again, and he shook his head.

Mu Xue completely disregarded the eyes of others, and said anxiously: "Your revenge has been avenged, even if you kill everyone, your friends will not come back."

"I know," Fang Wuxiang said, a look of sadness flashed in his lowered eyes, "I will go to accompany him soon."

Mu Xue was shocked, Fang Wuxiang's tone was so calm, so flat, she thought he was dazzled by hatred, lost his mind, and lost his mind, but it was not the case.Whether it is the road to becoming a Buddha or the road to becoming a demon, it is up to him to choose.

Mu Xue suddenly understood why when he took people's lives, his palms were still clear. What drove him was not hatred, but sorrow, because his heart couldn't tolerate the filthy world, and the filthy world couldn't tolerate him either. .

He finally broke through this point, and also broke through the boundary between life and death, and the appearance of all living beings.

But she was in a state of confusion—whether the status and honor she risked her life to protect was also filthy.

Looking at Fang Wuxiang's silhouette fighting alone, she felt a little pity.

Her compassion is not only for others, but also for herself.Heaven, earth, law, and law are ruthless, and how many feelings in the world take root because they see their own shadows in others.

Mercy dulled the blade in her hands, and she could no longer wield it freely.

The moment she showed hesitation, Fang Wuxiang shot again.

The energy generated when pushing the palm wrapped around her body like a dragon, reaching to the bottom of her throat, oppressing her neck, making her almost suffocate.

She hurriedly dodges, and pulls the double stabs in her left and right hands back and forth, the front is empty, the back is solid, and taking advantage of her petite figure, she stabs at Fang Wuxiang's shoulder.

This is her usual ultimate move, and she has become proficient in years of hard training, but she still failed to aim at the enemy's heart.

There is a deficiency in the heart, and the sharpness is lost.

There was a numb pain in her wrist, and at some point, the thorn point reversed direction and pierced directly into her own shoulder.

She was originally an eye-catcher.

At this moment, the formation's eyes were severely damaged, and the defense also collapsed, as if the water pouring out after the dam collapsed could no longer gather into waves.

She was shocked, and the next moment, Fang Wuxiang's palm was on her chest.

This palm is not heavy.

She was pushed back by an invisible force, although she yelled loudly, she got farther and farther away from the sword array, until she retreated several feet away, desperately grasping the ground with the soles of her feet, so as not to fall off the cliff.

She saw that Fang Wuxiang didn't intend to kill her, otherwise, that mistake just now would be enough to take her life.

Shocked, she saw Song Mang's eyes fall on her, cast a contemptuous glance at her, then turned around and ignored her.

"Come back, you can't win—!" She shouted, but her voice was swallowed by the clanging of all the swords.

Her heart was also engulfed by a cold premonition.

The formation that had lost its eye was no longer able to gather energy, and it was useless. Everyone gave up their defense and rushed forward, bursts of sword light dazzled, weaving a bright net in the air.

And Song Mang's figure was at the forefront, protruding from the encirclement, abandoning his companions, and stabbing Fang Wuxiang with his lone sword.

"……Do not."

Mu Xue opened her eyes wide. In her eyes, Song Mang's figure fell from a high place, like a kite with a broken string, slumped to the ground. His young and handsome face fell on the convex rock, and her arrogant eyes never opened again. .

A pool of blood spread under his body.

It turns out that death came so easily.

"Fang Wuxiang, stop—!"

Her throat was dry, her eyes hurt, and the unprecedented fear stopped her, preventing her from taking a step forward.

Until a familiar figure jumped into view.

The white clothes have not yet been stained with blood.

The shallow eyes have not yet witnessed despair.

"...Duan Changya," she murmured, "save my fellow disciple."

"it is good."

Duan Changya gave a short answer, and his flat tone resounded amidst the shadow of swords and swords, it sounded like a gentle promise.

The proud son of Tianjimen drew his long sword from behind, put it in front of his eyebrows, and with a touch of two fingers, he threw himself into the battlefield without hesitation.

Song Mang's death was just the beginning.

The sword formation of Dongfengtang lost its eyes and left front one after another, just like a dragon whose tendons and bones were stripped, its originally vigorous and flexible body became limp and weak, broken and torn apart by the violent wind, and scattered like birds and beasts.

The rest of the people tried to gather their energy again, but their movements were too slow, and they were repulsed by the opponent's attack before they formed the formation.They are no longer dragons, but clumsy tortoises who have lost their muscles and bones. They fall short in front of Wuxiang Gong, and even turning over has become a luxury.

The general situation is gone, and the struggle is futile.

Looking at the battle situation in the distance, Mu Xue desperately opened her eyes wide. In her eyes, seven or eight people fell one after another in an instant. However, she couldn't even see how seriously those fellow soldiers were injured, whether they were dead or alive.Her vision was white, her legs and feet were weak, blood was still bubbling from her shoulder, it was hot and numb, and it hurt like being burned by a fire, but the whole arm connected to it lost feeling, as if thrown into a knot. Ice puddles.

Her injuries were serious, but she knew very clearly in her heart that what stopped her from moving forward was not trauma, but the fear in her heart.

Thinking of Fang Wuxiang's expression, she trembled all over and shuddered.Staring into those jet-black eyes, as if staring into a pitch-black abyss, she really didn't know how much concentration she had to use to resist the call of the abyss and not fall into it.

At this time, she saw Duan Changya's sword, which was between everyone and one person.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, the sword light is better than the snow, and countless bright sword arcs vibrate in the air, like an impenetrable net, resisting the continuous flying sand and rocks, and defusing Fang Wuxiang's killing moves one by one.

Behind Duan Changya, the injured people slowly woke up, supported the ground with difficulty, raised their heads, and stared at the back not far away.

With a lone sword in the formation, they managed to achieve something that even the 32 members of Dongfengtang could not do together - to compete with Wuxiang Gong, evenly matched.

Mu Xue couldn't take her eyes off Duan Changya's back.

She gritted her teeth, her heart was full of unwillingness. Even so, she was still clearly aware that the gap between herself and this person was not only in one move or one move.

The truly superior martial arts never use external moves, but internal breath. The breath is contained in the shape, and the shape is born in the spirit. If the spirit is not stable enough, no matter how complicated the moves are, they will be nothing more than castles in the air.

Formless Kung Fu has no shadow or form, it is difficult to guess and predict, if you want to break it, you have to put your body outside the shape and think about life and death.

If Fang Wuxiang is an empty abyss, then Duan Changya is a towering cliff.

He didn't know life and death, but just used life as a bargaining chip, and poured it on the sword without reservation. Every time he drew the sword, he was as solemn as going to death.Every victory is as vigorous as rebirth.

He firmly believed in the long sword in his hand, as if it was his life itself, and the eight-foot body was just a box for holding the sword.

belief.

These two words are so simple that no martial arts secret book in the world bothers to mention it.But in the world, who is not afraid of death, who is not afraid of losing, if you want to practice it by yourself, you really need an extremely lonely spirit and an extremely tenacious heart.

If she hadn't seen Duan Changya with her own eyes, Mu Xue would never have believed that there are such pure people in the world.

Tianji Sword and Wuxiang Gong, what a wonderful fight.

This kind of martial arts should have appeared in the arena, symbolizing the glory of the martial arts, fighting to the point of exhaustion in the eyes of everyone, and the winner will be applauded like stars holding the moon.

But now, it happened under the setting sun, surrounded by corpses and pools of blood, no matter who wins or loses, no one can laugh.

Behind Duan Changya, among the famous disciples protected by him, someone raised his arms and shouted: "Kill him, and eliminate harm for the people!"

The voice echoed and echoed, forming a tide-like agitation.

Amidst the anger of the crowd, only one person shook his head and said: "Sigh, Chang Ya is shy and shy by nature, if you force him so much, how can he get off the stage?"

It was Liu Hongfeng who spoke.

Only Liu Hongfeng would use shyness to describe the appearance of Tianjimen.

Liu Hongfeng bent down and picked up a sword from his feet. The sword was not even stained with the enemy's blood, and flew a few feet away with the scabbard. He pulled out the blade from the sheath, weighed it in his hand, Then he put his free hand on Liu Qian's shoulder and said, "Little devil, wait for me here, don't run around."

Liu Qian said alertly: "What are you going to do?"

Liu Hongfeng narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, saying: "Of course it's for love."

Liu Qiandao: "I see that you haven't sobered up yet, so don't be overwhelmed and act rashly—"

It's a pity that this concern was lost as soon as he uttered it, and Liu Hongfeng didn't even hear a word.

The soles of this person's feet seemed to be oiled, and he moved faster than a monkey, and he left Liu Qian's side in a blink of an eye.

He put on his usual red robe again, like a wisp of cloud in the setting sun, drifting towards Qingguangya.

At the end of Ya'an, Duan Changya and Fang Wuxiang had dismantled for more than a hundred rounds, and the fierce battle was inseparable.Liu Hongfeng suddenly joined the battle, and drove with his sword, locking Fang Wuxiang's weak point from the side.

Fang Wuxiang immediately switched from offense to defense, blocking his attack, while he stepped back a few steps to distance himself from the two of them.

Duan Changya looked around, with a look of complete surprise on his face: "Are you awake?"

Liu Hongfeng glanced at his mouth, and said: "The spring night is short, but you have always abandoned me, left me alone in the red tent, and ran out alone, making me very sad."

Duan Changya: "...It seems that he hasn't woken up yet."

Liu Hongfeng immediately argued: "Wake up, wake up, I was worried about your safety, so I came here to save the beauty."

Duan Changya turned his gaze to the opposite side and said, "I won't lose."

"But you can't win either," Liu Hongfeng said, "People want you to kill him, but none of your moves is a killer move."

"My sword only kills the guilty."

Liu Hongfeng sighed: "Unfortunately, it is not so easy to determine whether he is guilty or not."

Duan Changya's complexion also sank, and he turned his eyes to the opposite side, staring at Fang Wuxiang.

When I met this person half a day ago, he was still a different look, cautious and humble, not good at words, but full of enthusiasm, as if he would never tire.Now, he looked really tired. Although his moves were still sharp and his steps were still steady, somehow, there was still an unconcealable weariness in his figure.It seems to be the twilight of the four directions, the slowly sinking night sky, the setting sun that is about to burn out, and the sea that swallows up the afterglow of the setting sun one by one.

Duan Changya raised his voice and said: "Fang Wuxiang, you follow me back to Tianjimen, I will let you go."

Fang Wuxiang just shook his head.

Duan Changya said again: "As long as you are captured without a fight, I will protect your life, and I will also bury your friends."

Fang Wuxiang still shook his head.

His eyes looked over Duan Changya's shoulders, and cast towards the increasingly heavy twilight in the distance.Yuan Bao's body was still somewhere in the darkness, and he had been forced to separate from it, he stared blankly, although he was speechless, the nostalgia in his eyes was enough to break one's heart.

Duan Changya sighed, and said again: "I don't want to kill you."

In the face of life and death, he finally spoke frankly what was in his heart.

It's a pity that in life and death fights, compassion is useless. If you don't kill the enemy, the enemy will kill you.

Fang Wuxiang struck out suddenly, without giving Duan Changya any chance to think, he used an extremely swift and tricky palm technique to directly grab Duan Changya's throat.

It is a killer move.

A red figure flashed in front of Duan Changya, with his sword across his shoulder, blocking the whistling palm wind.

The sword body separated and disintegrated in an instant, breaking into two pieces from the front, and bounced the person holding the sword away.

Liu Hongfeng staggered and took a step back, clutching his forearm, squatting on the ground, blood oozing from between his fingers.

Duan Changya was astonished. Just as he was about to speak, Liu Hongfeng turned his head and shouted loudly: "You can't die yet!"

Duan Changya was startled, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

In just a moment, Liu Hongfeng quickly released the wrinkles between his brows, put on a smile, and said, "You are my darling, of course I will take good care of you."

"You're injured!" Duan Changya said solemnly.

"It's okay," Liu Hongfeng wrote lightly, "It's just scratching the surface, but my skills are inferior to others. At most, I can only help you here. You must not underestimate the enemy."

After speaking, he narrowed his eyes and looked towards the sea not far away.

The surface of the sea is sparkling, and the golden stripes spread along the waves, spreading far away. The setting sun is not stingy with its afterglow, as if tonight is the last time it shines on the world.

Duan Changya's long sword has been handed out.

The setting sun poured the afterglow on his sword, making the narrow and long edge look brighter than itself.

The bright long sword tore through the twilight, and went straight to Fang Wuxiang's heart.

Fang Wuxiang's movements stopped.

He stopped without warning, like a mechanism pulled by a clockwork suddenly stopped, although others could not see it, but he himself knew that the power stored in the clockwork had been exhausted, and he could no longer move. half an inch.

He just stood there, arms slightly open.Behind are endless waves.

Duan Changya's sword is so fast that there is no room for regret, not even the person holding the sword.

Therefore, before Duan Changya regretted it, the Tianji sword had pierced through the opponent's chest.

Duan Changya's face was full of shock.

He has killed quite a few people, and he has never sympathized with the souls of the dead under the sword, but this time, the sword in his hand was unprecedentedly heavy.

Contrary to his dignified face, Fang Wuxiang showed a relieved look, his tight lips were finally released, the wrinkles between his brows were finally flattened, his eyes that were staring dry were now slowly closed, like It was a long journey, exhausted, and finally saw a glimmer of light at the end of the road.

Before the light in his eyes faded, Fang Wuxiang raised his head slowly and said, "Brother Duan, thank you for your action."

Duan Changya was dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond.Those he killed often cursed him with such vicious words that at first crept into his nightmares, and then failed to penetrate even his ears.He had long been used to turning a deaf ear to people's words before they died, until now, he realized that there were people who were grateful for being killed by him.

The sword is an extremely sensitive object, and it will never deceive the sword owner. It is buried in the enemy's body, and it will agitate the enemy's heart pulse, circulate the inner breath, and transmit it all to the sword-bearer.

Under Duan Changya's sword, Fang Wuxiang's life quickly passed away. He was like a broken porcelain jar. There was a slight echo in the wall.

He said: "My Buddha is merciful. I am very grateful to you for saving me from a lot of pain."

Duan Changya stared at him.

Setting Yang's blood was too heavy, and the bloody stool on his body appeared much thinner.

He seems to have turned back to the young man who was inexperienced in the world again, with a humble temper, a kind face, and even a bit of a foolishness.

Duan Changya was silent for a moment, and asked, "Do you have any other wishes?"

Fang Wuxiang was startled, then blinked, with a bit of joy in his eyes: "Please...buy my friend, he is innocent."

"Okay," Duan Changya replied, "I will bury you together."

Fang Wuxiang shook his head: "Just bury him, don't worry about me... I broke the precepts, forgot the Dharma, and failed the teachings of the presiding abbot, so I deserve to die...Brother Duan, draw your sword."

His expression was peaceful, and he fell silent after speaking, peacefully waiting for the other party's response.

Duan Changya took a deep breath, exerted force on his arm, and quickly pulled out the long sword.

——The speed of drawing the sword is fast enough, at least it can relieve his pain.

However, can his pain really be alleviated by human hands?Even if the torture of body and skin stopped, his heart would have been empty long ago. The gaze he cast into the distance was so urgent and powerless, just one glance would break one's heart.

He was looking for Yuanbao, and he wanted to take one last look at his friend in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He has been unable to walk over in person, nor does he seem to intend to do so.He just glanced at it from a distance, then raised the corners of his mouth, showing a look of complete satisfaction.

Then, he raised his palm, poured all the remaining strength into it, and hit the ground heavily.

His feet are already on the edge of Ya'an.

Qingguangya has been washed by the waves all the year round, and the Ya'an bank protrudes outwards. The mountain below forms an indented arc. The cliff stands alone and stretches obliquely into the sky.

This cliff has been eroded by sea water and stood upright for thousands of years, but it was shaken by his palm and trembled violently. The rocks shattered and disintegrated under the shaking, and slid along his feet and fell into the sea surface, stirring up layer upon layer. waves.

Qing Guangya collapsed.

He closed his eyes and fell on his back, falling with countless stones.

Twilight has descended, and the stars have not yet risen to the middle sky. The sky is a deep blue, smooth and dim, as deserted as the surface of the water. On the contrary, the last ray of afterglow dances at the end of the sea level, and sprinkles a little silver on the top of the waves. The light, from far to near, is connected into one piece, shining like a river of stars, and the stars are flowing.

Although he fell downwards, it looked like he took off from the end of Ya'an, flew into the sky full of stars, and gained real freedom from then on.

Many pairs of eyes were upon his end.

His figure never reappeared, however, in the direction where his eyes were finally gazing, a figure moved again, propping up its upper body with its arms, its waist and abdomen pressed against the ground, and wriggled forward with difficulty.

There was a knife, a sword, and a gun stuck in the man's back, like three flags, and the flags waved along with the slightest movement of his body.

Because of the banner, although his figure is thin and small, his movements are very clear, so that everyone can see clearly.

He crawled very slowly, little by little, inch by inch, his whole body trembling, his breath was painful, like a dying Gu, his thin hands and feet kicked desperately on the ground, crushing the gravel and gravel out of the creaking sound.

No one stopped him. Under the ashes-like dead twilight, his movements and expressions were blurred, but there was an indescribable power.

Relying on the broken body, he actually crossed the distance that Fang Wuxiang couldn't cross, and came to the edge of the collapsed cliff.

He looked at the scene below the cliff, as if he had glimpsed a corner of the Paradise of Paradise, he leaned forward impatiently, supported it with all his strength with his arms, and his upper body broke away from the solid soil and stepped into the void, like a gravel, along almost Sliding down a straight steep slope.

No one can see his whereabouts.

People didn't know that when he fell to the bottom, half of his body was submerged in the sea water, almost turning himself into a puddle of mud, he slowly raised his head again and supported his body with his thin arms.

Fortunately, this time he finally didn't have to walk for too long, because the person he was looking for was by his side, within easy reach.

Fang Wuxiang opened his eyes as he was dying, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

"Brother Fang," he said with joy in his eyes, "It's really great to see you before I die."

"Yuanbao...?" Fang Wuxiang called the other person's name, tried to reach out his hand, but found that his body was completely unconscious, lying on his back, unable to move, only his lips could still be opened and closed.

He turned his head with all his strength, cast his increasingly blurred eyes on Yuan Bao, and spit out weak words: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I couldn't... protect you well..."

His tone became more and more intense, and his heart, which was already ashamed, was awakened again by the appearance of Yuanbao. Unwillingness and remorse were wrapped in blood, gushing out from the wound on his chest, torturing him repeatedly.

——I hope that people in this world can live without hurting others. Strong or weak, rich or poor, they can occupy a place without being ashamed.

Fang Wuxiang vaguely remembered that he had set his ambitions like this.

However, in the end, he couldn't even protect the person closest to him. Rao Yuan Bao trusted him so much, but he caused the other party to lose his life.

At the end of his life, when the remaining time was about to be squandered by him, he was almost swallowed by regret.

Yuan Bao couldn't wait to interrupt him, shook his head and said: "How come, you have saved me, I was going to die, I would have died ugly, ugly... But you have fulfilled my wish, I am not afraid of death, I don't regret it either, I'm...very happy..."

The last ray of sunset fell on the shoulders of the two people. Half of them were immersed in the light, while the other half remained in the shadow. The silhouettes of the two people almost merged into one.

Yuan Bao crawled to Fang Wuxiang's side, stretched out his arms with the last of his strength, straddled the opponent's body, and hugged him desperately.

It was as if a moth was struggling towards the flames.

Such a thin, broken, and scarred body looks so complete and beautiful.

Fang Wuxiang felt the long-lost warmth fall on his shoulders, as if a gust of wind had blown away his fear.All of a sudden, all the unwillingness and remorse melted away, turning into the afterglow shining on the sea at the end of the vision, gradually fading from the eyes.

He felt the warmth close to his ears, and the voice next to his ears murmured: "... If there is an afterlife, Yuan Bao will definitely stay by your side and take good care of you."

He also opened his trembling lips, and said softly: "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely protect you."

He raised his hand vigorously, stretched out his five fingers, and put them on the back of Yuan Bao's hand.

Maintaining this posture, he finally closed his eyes.

His skin gradually became colder, and the temperature covering his body gradually faded away.

The continuous tide rushed up the beach, pushing the gentle current to their bodies, and also washed the Buddhist beads scattered on the beach to their sides.

The last lay disciple of Lantian Temple, the only inheritor of Wuxiang Gong, died half a month after the temple was destroyed by flames, on an unknown desert island, without accomplishing anything.

No one remembers that he also had the dream of saving the world.

The sunset finally finished its last journey and sank peacefully below the sea surface. The collapsed shore was also completely shrouded in twilight, and the dilapidated stone walls were dim in color, like the ashes left after the earth burned out.

Since then, the mountains and rivers have no clear light.

However, for the upcoming changes in Wulin, the blood shed tonight is just the beginning.