After midnight

A heavy smell of rust floated in the air, and hundreds of swords were restless and clanging.

Wu Si took a breath, and without any hurry, he swung twice, and all the swords were broken into two pieces in the air, and fell to the ground with a clang. The absolute advantage of pure ability was evident.

Song Nan had not expected such a scene, but he was not a pushover after all. He shook his five fingers, and the weapons that had fallen on the ground immediately floated up again, with twice as many as before. Song Nan was particularly good at learning from his mistakes, and he knew that a straightforward attack would be as ineffective as before.

The arrow is on the string and has to be shot. The swords seemed to have eyes and attacked in groups, fighting flexibly. Wu Si cut off wave after wave, but soon became overwhelmed. Because Song Nan was controlling these broken swords while also continuously outputting.

Wu Si was already seriously injured before the battle with Song Nan, and now he could not accurately judge from which angle these cold and hard weapons, which were so numerous that they could cover the sky and the sun, would attack him fiercely. Five minutes later, Wu Si's body was covered with wounds. Blood was flowing down. Smelling the blood, Song Nan finally raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, even though this was not his own credit.

Wu Si held his chest and bent over. He was breathing heavily and felt pain all over his body.

At this time, he could no longer stand steadily and was about to collapse.

Seeing this, Song Nan called off the attack. Now he knew that it was so pleasurable to watch the enemy lingering on. However, compared with Ling Yi, this interest was still a little lacking. He glanced at Ling Yi, took a decisive step back, and turned his wrist again to catch his breath.

But at this moment, Wu Si suddenly fell down and knelt on one knee. It can be seen that Wu Si's left leg was seriously injured.

A golden opportunity! A sword gleaming with silver light flew out in an instant. Wu Si struggled to turn his head, and then his body softened and fell to the left. He rolled over several times on the cold and hard yellow earth and barely avoided it.

Wu Si used his hands to support himself and tried to stand up again, even though his face was covered in blood.

It is easy to dodge an open spear, but it is hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. The sharp sword ripped open his belly from behind. Wu Si swayed his shaky body and just as he was about to stand up, his legs went limp and he fell to his knees.

Wu Si lowered his head, his eyes a little dazed.

Song Yu's gaze wandered from Wu Si's bleeding mouth to the red knife in front of him, feeling quite regretful.

Unlike Song Yu's casualness, Song Nan stared at Wu Si nervously. Intellectually, he knew that Wu Si was dead. But emotionally, he was still on guard. He stared closely, and was surprised to see that Wu Si had the strength from nowhere and stood up again.

Just as Song Nan was about to make a move, Song Yu spoke up, "Let's go, we'll continue heading north."

Song Yu left, and Song Nan snorted and left immediately. Lingyi and Liujiu followed closely, leaving only Saner standing there. Before leaving, he took a last look at Wusi, who was covered in wounds but still standing straight.

Saner took a step forward, not knowing what to think at this moment.

Wu Si blinked and shoved his hands into his pockets, using up his last bit of strength.

When An Yan and the others arrived, everything was over. Wu Si was standing in a pool of blood, with a sharp knife piercing his entire body from behind. Everyone's heart ached sharply.

"May Fourth! Xiao Wu!" Bai Ming was completely stunned. He stood there unable to believe it.

"Xiao Wu." Xu Xing trembled as he stepped forward. As soon as his hands touched him, Wu Si fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength. Xu Xing quickly used his body to support him, which made Wu Si's head tilt towards his neck. Wu Si's head was still warm, but he was no longer breathing.

"Xiaowu, Xiaowu." Xu Xing murmured, but no one would answer him.

"Damn it! It was just a little bit, just a little bit!"

Bai Ming's angry voice rang in his ears, but Xu Xing was powerless to comfort him, as he himself was almost out of strength. He supported Wu Si's body, but didn't want to see anything, so he reached into his pocket along Wu Si's arm.

Xu Xing pulled out a letter from Wu Si's curled up hands. On the envelope was written in black ink: To Xu Xing.

"Xiao Wu." Xu Xing cried out in pain, and Bai Ming's eyes turned red in an instant.

Xiao Wu deliberately left this letter for them, which proved that Wu Si had prepared it in advance. He even only wrote to Xu Xing, because he knew that Bai Ming always listened to Xu Xing. Just like Bai Ming also knew at this moment that Wu Si must have written something that he could not accept in the letter, so he only wrote to Xu Xing.

"Xiao Wu." Bai Ming lowered his head dejectedly, tears streaming down his face.

Su Ziling turned his head away, unable to bear to watch this scene any longer.

Yin did the same, looking away, his eyes filled with the same sorrow as Su Ziling's.

An Yan stood behind them. No one noticed how pale his face was. His eyes were filled with regret and unwillingness. Those shocked and painful eyes were staring at the dead Wu Si. No matter how painful it was, he had to stare at her closely. This was something he wanted to remember in his heart.

Xu Xing sniffed and hugged Wu Si's body tightly, which was losing its temperature. He wanted to move Wu Si but didn't dare to act rashly. The evil sword was inserted into Wu Si's body and into his heart. Just when he didn't know what to do, someone approached him step by step.

When Xu Xing saw the person coming, panic immediately appeared in his heavy eyes.

"An Yan." He called him almost pleadingly.

An Yan grasped the crimson blade without hesitation, and the blue light instantly surrounded it tightly. Then, the hilt seemed to vibrate, and there seemed to be no sound. But Xu Xing could see clearly that the sword inserted into Wu Si's body disappeared.

"Let's go home." An Yan let go of his hand, and his palm was stained with Wu Si's blood.

"Okay, let's take Wu Si home." Xu Xing picked Wu Si up horizontally and walked past An Yan, Bai Ming, Yin and Su Zi Ling. In the Beiqi Mountains, the wind blew over the broken wood and the blood that had dripped deeply into the soil. In the end, nothing would be left.

After returning from the Beiqi Mountains, they arrived in Xindu. On the way back, whenever Su Ziling recalled the way Wu Si died, he was still filled with grief and anger. There was a big hole in Wu Si's body, and when they arrived, the blood was still flowing tirelessly, staining the ground red.

When Xu Xingheng picked up Wu Si and was about to walk back to Xindu, Su Ziling's heart trembled, as the road ahead was long and arduous.

But later, when it was about to get dark, the revolutionary army appeared driving the new hanging windows.

Seeing the Xuanchuang, Su Ziling's heart trembled again. If they could still keep flying, it would really be just a little distance. But when they got on the Xuanchuang, Su Ziling realized that it was the third-generation new Xuanchuang that brought them back, not the one that Xu Xing had driven when they left Xindu.

Xu Xing invested a lot of effort in the research and development of the hanging window. When they decided to look for Wusi, the third generation of the new hanging window was about to be finished. But time waits for no one, Xu Xing immediately decided to drive the second generation of the new hanging window, but it was still a step too late. From this point of view, they were too late.

On January 12, 2019, the weather suddenly turned cold and windy.

"An Yan." After getting up in the morning, Su Ziling smiled at him. "My master just sent me a letter saying that he has something to do this afternoon and won't let me go over. How about you go out and fight with me now?"

"Okay." An Yan nodded. After An Yan walked past him, Su Ziling's smile collapsed. Without An Yan revealing anything, Su Ziling could easily tell that An Yan's silence this time was different from before.

During the return trip to the city, An Yan did not communicate with anyone. He often sat in a daze, wrapping himself in a cold aura.

Su Ziling knew that An Yan was an introverted person. He was not like other people who could cry freely and then slowly let go and reconcile with life. An Yan was not like that. An Yan would only keep struggling with himself in his heart. Moreover, Wu Si said goodbye to An Yan before leaving. An Yan was the last person to face him and listen to his story.

When Lin Xuanfeng left, it was Ah Jiu who supported him. When Qiqi left, he left behind his promise to Wu Si. Now, this promise was broken, and it was he who let Wu Si go. An Yan must be in pain and blaming himself. Su Ziling sighed deeply, not knowing how to help him.

"Let's go." An Yan said, and Su Ziling looked up at him.

"Aren't you going to fight?" An Yan said as he walked out first.

When Su Ziling walked out of the house, he realized that the weather was not good today. The sky was low and gloomy. However, An Yan and Su Ziling did not hesitate or find another time. When they arrived at the valley east of Xindu, a strong wind started to blow.

Su Ziling was facing An Yan, occupying a high position, with the strong wind whistling past him. Su Ziling stretched out his hands, with small flames dancing in his palms, swaying with the wind. The fire rushed towards An Yan as if it was following the wind.

An Yan took a few steps back and easily resolved the attack with absolute defense.

"An Yan." Su Ziling raised his hands.

This time the strong wind brought the fire with it and it attacked quickly, and the red, burning wildfire burned all over the sky.

An Yan hid in the absolute defense, feeling the anger coming towards him and smelling the breath of danger. He looked at Su Ziling, whose expression was not good at all.

In fact, this kind of weather is a test for An Yan and Su Ziling. As we all know, wind can make water and fire more uncontrollable. However, judging from the current situation, Su Ziling obviously wants to make himself uncontrollable.

After a short pause, Su Ziling took the lead in launching a more violent attack. The fireball rolled in Su Ziling's hand, growing bigger and bigger like a snowball, and then he threw it at An Yan through the air like a shot put.

"Fireball!" Su Ziling shouted.

Su Ziling's reckless and powerful attack forced An Yan to stop using absolute defense.

An Yan looked up at the fireball and took a few steps back unconsciously. His intuition just now was right. Su Ziling's current state was very dangerous. Seeing that a huge fire wheel with a diameter of about one meter was smashing down from above his head. An Yan didn't think about it and directly used a torrential waterfall to attack. In an instant, a large amount of smoke rose up.

Su Ziling said nothing and started the fourth round. "Second level of fire!"

An Yan had seen this move before. It would suddenly disappear and then explode again. Su Ziling's continuous fierce attacks made An Yan completely give up absolute defense. It was not because An Yan could not block it, but because since it was a fight, An Yan should take a fighting attitude and fight back punch by punch.

Water, clean, clear water, once again extinguished the fire.

After the smoke cleared, Su Ziling stretched out his hand and clenched his fist to continue attacking, and An Yan also fought back. The smoke spread, and for a moment, no one could see each other.

The two fought passionately until Yin arrived and ended this tacitly agreed turn-based 'fight'!