The world is the only double in the world

The scarlet blood scattered the ancient city walls, the desolate sunset permeated with warm light, the torn corpses screamed in the bloody sky, and the crazy people stepped into the gate of death like hell.

The purple light was like a poisonous blade, and the long sword was unsheathed. The two figures flickered, shuttling through the ghost shadows as if unreal.

In the black clouds, the undead are whistling one by one.

No one can clearly see the scenery above the city wall, only the purple halo and the cold sword light are tragically entangled, blooming in the dark sky.

The Wuwo Sword is surging like the wind, with pungent moves, colliding with the vicious purple light, dancing out seven cold lights.

Soul Seizing Seven Styles!

With one strike, six rays of light surround each other.

The deep purple eyes narrowed slightly, and the center of Shengxue's clothes trembled with the wind, dodging in the air.

Repeatedly, the light of the sword turns into a little bit of star cold, the bright moon in the sea, and the rainbow piercing the sun.

Nong Yue's lips always had a light and evil smile, and his enchanting purple hair scattered like clouds, lightly avoiding the thin and poisonous sword light, and his white robe flew into the air, he clasped his fingers, and pointed, poisonous and charming Thousands of vines sewed out from the nails, bit by bit crushing the sealed moves of the Seven Soul Seizing Styles, breaking into chills and falling.

Situ Kongcheng rolled over to dodge, and suddenly, the Yaozi figure passed by, the evil bloodthirsty air entangled his black hair like ink, and the ethereal and provocative voice passed by Situ Kongcheng's ears: "Long before you knew him!" , I've already fallen in love with him, Situ Kongcheng, you took away his memory and nostalgia for me overnight, how can I let you go today!"

A murderous air of resentment and unwillingness circulated between the two of them, the deep black pupils darkened, and Situ Kongcheng's eyes were locked tightly, as if lost in a sudden, Wuwu sword was as cold as iron.

"So you were there that night in Peach Blossom Forest?"

The deep purple eyes narrowed coldly, and the bleak cold wind blew up the wildly dancing purple hair, making moves approaching the lifeblood of Situ Kongcheng, making it impossible for him to dodge, "That night, if it wasn't for the young man who happened to turn on the lamp to look for the night, The leader appeared in front of Guxue, how could he have so much affection for you!?"

A wrong acquaintance, like a cold lightning, split the dark past.

Helpless screams resounded through the peach blossom grove, cold and desperate, the boy in red was struggling in the rain-soaked soil, looking in fear at the lustful gazes of four drunk men.

The ugliest darkness was exposed from under the mask of justice, obliterating the remaining humanity of the four men in the dark night, and the filthy desire was stirred up deep in their hearts, depriving them of their former conscience.

"Don't touch me! You four bastards! Don't touch me!" The boy in red warned helplessly, but there was nothing he could do.

The cold that invaded the bone marrow tore the body of the young man in red. Facing the raging and lustful ravages, the cold tears condensed the engraved hatred. Leaving an indelible shadow....

The hazy consciousness faded again and again, and he woke up again and again. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a young man named Situ Kongcheng who was carrying a lamp.

From then on, a wrong track began to deviate, and a wrong love began to intersect that night.

However, one heart was broken.

The boy in red didn't know that, just behind a peach blossom tree, an evil boy witnessed all this with his own eyes.

The evil boy endured the severe pain and searched for a whole day. The blood was still dripping from his pierced chest during the day, and the blood trail meandered all the way. Until late at night, he finally found the boy in red who had lost his memory in the Nether Valley.

The evil and charming boy leaned against the peach blossom tree, supporting his frail body. He wanted to use cruel means to pierce the hearts of four drunk men, but at the moment he struck, the bleeding chest seemed to pierce his heart. The body was peeled off, so the poisonous blade only cut off the fingers of four men, and then lost its strength.

There was a scream, and the faces of the four men who had lost their fingers were distorted. They didn't dare to wait any longer, and fled.

The evil and charming young man finally collapsed on the ground exhausted, the vision in his enchanting purple eyes became more and more blurred, and the vaguely enchanting red clothes were all the light that kept him from falling asleep.

In the early morning of that day, the boy in red lost all his memories, and in the night of that day, the boy in red lost all his infatuation with him.

All the love, all the love, all left him that night.

Destiny deviates completely, the red-clothed boy smiles like a flower again, but it doesn't belong to him.

The evil and charming boy grew up slowly in the blood pool, and he never appeared in the sight of the boy in red again. The desolation and loneliness as quiet as still water accompanied him for ten years, and he once knew each other with the boy in red That beautiful time, never left in his heart.

Nongyue sneered, her dark purple eyes filled with bloody evil that would kill people, "Do you know the names of the four men who violated Guxue that night?"

The sword moves in Situ Kongcheng's hands became weaker and weaker, and the black pupils were filled with panic of fear of knowing the truth.

"It's the heartless dog most admired by Situ Ba and admired by everyone in the world!" Nong Yue's lips curled up with a trace of resolute sarcasm: "Xiao Sui, the leader of the Qinglongmen of the Heaven and Earth League, is known as 'Bai Dao'. Xue Wuming, the head of the Baichi Gate, the head of the "Three Gates", and Jiang E and Zongtong, the two masters of the "Four Great Villas" that are most worshiped by the world."

Situ Kongcheng was shocked. These four people were all killed by Helian Guxue with cruel means, and even their families were bloodbathed.

The senior that Situ Kongcheng admired the most had such an ugly and unknown deed.

He finally understood why Helian Guxue showed such an angry expression when she saw those four men. On the day they broke up, those four men still stepped on the chest of the boy in red with their dirty feet , preventing him from telling the truth.

Everyone thinks that he is the son of the demon leader He Liantian, so he will speak badly and slander the righteous way. Everyone feels angry and aggrieved by the brutal killing of these heroes. Everyone looks at the bloodthirsty behavior of the unrivaled monster with hatred. , but who knows these concealed truths?

How did the innocent young man who didn't care about the world degenerate into what he is today? Who planted the root of this disaster?

"He belonged to me, Nongyue." Nongyue's purple eyes raised a sarcasm smile, and his eyes were domineering, "Anyone who hurt Guxue deserves to die! Especially you - Situ Kongcheng .”

Nongyue still remembers that the boy in red once shed a tear for this man, because this man had his heart broken.

The wrath of strangulation spread like poison, dyeing his whole body.

The cold light shone, the blood and jade shattered, the killing surrounded the sky, and the strong wind raged, sweeping the city wall full of flying sand and rocks.

The cold silver thread, the cold purple poisonous glow, and the cold deep purple eyes.

Resolutely coming out, the cold light pierced the sky, piercing the sky like a torch, and the demonic yin line was surrounded by the holy light, like a hissing dragon, stabbing straight at Situ Kongcheng's chest, deadly and vicious.

Situ Kongcheng leaned back, and when he was dodging the Yin line surrounded by the demon light, suddenly, an unexpected palm force hit his chest fiercely.

The howling cold wind imprisoned Situ Kongcheng's body, forcing him to stand in place and unable to dodge. Wuwo sword was cut off by the demon light. He was unarmed and watched Nongyue's evil smile and the palm tearing his chest.

"Don't—!!" There was an exclamation, and a misty black shadow passed by in time, blocking Situ Kongcheng in an instant, and the sinister palm pierced through the chest of the man in black at the same time.

The clear sound of the chest being torn open reached the ears of the two, and the man in black staggered a step, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Situ Kongcheng hugged the man in black in a moment of panic. Who is it that used his flesh and blood to help him block Nongyue's deadly palm? !

Deep purple eyes narrowed slightly, Nongyue flicked his sleeves, and the black veil of the man in black fell from his face, revealing a pale face.

"Mother!" Situ Kongcheng exclaimed, at that moment, all the panic, heartbreak, confusion, shock, and inconceivableness all flooded into his mind, blanking out all his rationality.

Wasn't his mother Chu Yunshuang killed by He Liantian?Why is it here?

Nongyue was the one who almost exclaimed, that face...so similar to that woman!

An illusion, it must be an illusion!

But in this world, why are there two faces so similar?

Chu Yunshuang looked at Nongyue with a dazed and confused face, her black pupils moistened by water became brighter and sparkled, "Don't kill him, young master."

Less suzerain...! !

Nong Yue was shocked, her purple eyes widened suddenly, her eyes were full of shock that could not be concealed, "Who are you?"

Chu Yunshuang's hands trembled violently, she gently lifted her right shoulder which was covered by the black veil, and at that moment, all the meridians in Nongyue's body were shocked.

On the woman's right shoulder was engraved a blood-red pentagram, which pierced Nongyue's eye brightly.

That is......

The unique traces of Mojia women!

She is from the Moga tribe!This woman turned out to be from the Mojia tribe!

"Young Sect Master...you must recognize this mark." Chu Yunshuang said weakly, and the dark red blood kept gushing from her throat, gradually obliterating her voice, "Actually... I Her real name is...Murong Yunshuang."

Nong Yue looked at the woman in black in front of her, her purple eyes suddenly lost her mind: "You are...the second young lady of the Murong family."

"Murong Lianduo...is my older sister."

Nongyue's hands trembled uncontrollably, and the memories of those years were gradually invading his mind and engulfing his heart.

"Murong Lianduo..." The voice in his heart was shouting little by little, tightly suppressing Nongyue's ears, making him at a loss for what to do!

Murong Lianduo, the No. 20 prostitute in martial arts 1 years ago, a woman with peerless beauty.

Back then, she danced all over the city, and the world-renowned overlords of the two parties lost their hearts for her in that glance...

Nongyue closed her eyes slightly, Mo Zi's thin nails invaded her palm, leaving drops of blood.

Situ Kongcheng raised his head in amazement, looked at the bewildered man in disbelief, and said softly, "You are..."

"Murong Lianduo is my mother."

At that moment, even Situ Kongcheng couldn't bear to believe this fact.

Murong Lianduo turned out to be Nongyue's mother!

That would show that........

"He is your brother..." Chu Yunshuang closed his eyes slightly, and tremblingly uttered these words.