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Everything that is reasonable or unreasonable comes from the will of the supreme ruler, and everything obeys and cannot be violated.

A icy cold light flashed across the body of the sword that was quietly hidden in the scabbard, and no one could see it, nor did the two owners of the sword notice it.

The autumn wind rolled the yellow leaves and blew coldly, Ximen Chuuxue shivered unconsciously, and threw away the branch tightly held in his hand as if he was burned, and fell on the man lying on the ground with a slightly startled gaze.

Lying on the ground was a young man with disheveled black hair, a handsome but pale face with an expression of satisfaction and enjoyment, panting lightly, his chest covered with terrible scratches and welts rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

"Gong...jiu...?" Out of his mouth, a strange yet inexplicably familiar name was squeezed out of his mouth, Ximen Chuuxue's mind seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of fog, everything was so blurry, he shouldn't know this People, but there is a feeling that we have known each other for a long time.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, enduring the pain in his head and trying to sort out the information in his memory.

Today, as soon as he cut the target this time under the sword, this young man broke into this place. He didn't move, the sword in his hand was not sheathed, and his eyes were fixed on the young man.He didn't know whether the other party broke in unintentionally or came here deliberately.

The other party just stood there motionless, neither leaving nor speaking, and then suddenly hugged his body and trembled slightly, and as time passed, the trembling arc became larger and larger, as if he was afraid of the scene in front of him.

However, his intuition told him that the person in front of him was not trembling because of fear.Because, when the other party appeared, he could already see that the other party's skills were not inferior to his by the almost silent footsteps.

He stared into the other person's eyes, but saw that those dark eyes were glowing with excitement, and gradually became crazy, and a strange blush rose on that sickly pale face.

"Hit me... please... hit me with a whip... quickly... take the whip... hit me hard..." Then the suppressed slapping sound escaped from the man's mouth and reached his ears, He saw the begging and expectation in the other person's eyes, and heard the other person's incredible request.

The clarified memory made Ximen Chuuxue's face pale, and he looked at his right hand in disbelief. What happened just now made him unable to forget even if he wanted to.In his memory, he seemed to really hit the other party with a tree branch according to the other party's request.

How could he do such disgusting things?Ximen Chuuxue suddenly felt his stomach churning, and was so nauseated that he almost vomited.

"You haven't left yet?" At this moment, Gong Jiu who was lying on the ground seemed to have recovered, turned over and jumped up, and patted the soil stained on his body indifferently: "I thought you would find a place Spit."

Ximen Chuuxue's body froze, and his already livid face was even more cloudy. He looked at Gong Jiu coldly, without saying a word.

Gong Jiu's eyes were very calm, as if he was not the one who rolled on the ground and asked to be whipped just now, he slightly twitched the corner of his lips and said, "Ximen Chuuxue, I'm Gong Jiu."

Ximen Chuuxue is well-known in Jianghu, it is not surprising to be recognized by the other party, but as soon as he sees the scars on the other party's body caused by himself, he feels extremely disgusting, turns his head quickly, bypasses the person and leaves.

A strange color flashed in Gong Jiu's eyes, and he started to use lightness kung fu, and followed him unhurriedly like a light cloud, and vomited when he saw Ximen Chuuxue really went all the way to a small river.

"Is it really that disgusting?" Gong Jiu waited until Ximen Chuuxue was cleaned up before going forward and asked in front of him, his tone full of curiosity.

The cold wind rolled up the yellow leaves and blew past.The withered and yellow leaves brushed against Ximen Chuuxue's shoulders and instantly turned into dust.He turned around, his snow-cold face was already covered with clouds, as if the real murderous intent was constantly emitting, and his sharp eyes like blades were fixed on the interrogator.

"Do you want to ask, why did I follow you?" Gong Jiu looked at Ximen Chuuxue's face, and suddenly smiled happily.

Ximen Chuuxue's hand holding the sword tightly, did not answer, but continued to look at Gong Jiu coldly.But Gong Jiu could see from his eyes and face that he had guessed right.

"Axue, look, these are all your masterpieces~" Gong Jiu squinted his eyes to hide the teasing in his eyes, his scarlet tongue rolled over his pale pink lips temptingly, his pale fingertips slowly Brushing the scars on his chest, he smiled charmingly: "Do you want to abandon me again this time?"

"Who are you?" The word caught Ximen Chuuxue's attention, as if some familiar images were churning in the fog in his mind, trying to break out.His body was full of sword energy, and he was pressing towards Gong Jiu. The left hand holding the sword was holding the scabbard tightly, the knuckles were faintly white, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, ready to draw it out at any time.

"I'm Gong Jiu, your memory is really bad, but..." Gong Jiu's smile grew stronger, and he raised his chin at Ximen Chuixue: "This time, I will let you remember it firmly." "Suddenly the sword energy surged around him, twisted into a strand, and went towards the sword energy emitted by Ximen Chuuxue, but he was able to withdraw it immediately without entanglement with it.

"Where's your sword?" Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up, like a child seeing a novelty toy, with an indescribable excitement and joy, leaving behind the doubts just now and all the previous things. There are only swords and opponents in it, and nothing else can fit.

Gong Jiu didn't answer, and with a casual move, he held a branch in his hand and pointed at Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes became brighter, and he stopped asking any more questions, and with a soft moan, the sword light flashed, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed, stabbing at Gong Jiu's throat.

At this time Gong Jiu also moved, slowly waving the branch in his hand, said it was slow, but it was just an illusion of the naked eye, but in fact it was only for a moment, the tip of the branch had already touched the point of the sword stabbed by Ximen Chuixue, Without any moves, just a light touch stopped Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

In Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, that flexible branch was a peerless sword smelted from the above-mentioned fine steel, so he took his mortal blow lightly.

The momentum of Ximen Chuuxue's sword changed again, and each change was a sword that would kill and win, piercing Gong Jiu's vital points nimbly and quickly.

The light of the sword flashed, and ordinary people would have been unable to see where the sword was, but these deadly swords were blocked by the branch one by one, as if every attack he could not escape the opponent's eyes.

49 moves, Ximen Chuuxue used 49 moves in a row, but still couldn't hurt the opponent a little.

Even though he already had a premonition of the strength of the other party's martial arts, Ximen Chuuxue was still taken aback that a person who was unknown in the Jianghu had such strength.

"Look carefully, this is the last blow." Gong Jiu suddenly changed the posture of the sword, stabbing forward obliquely, the sword seemed slow but fast, so slow that people could see its every movement, but And quickly, in the blink of an eye, he had already reached Ximen Chuuxue's forehead.

Ximen Chuuxue saw that shocking sword. It was an incomparably wonderful sword. It was extremely fast but seemed slow. It was a kind of visual illusion. He might even go crazy, but Ximen Chuuxue's mind is extremely firm, so when he saw this sword, he was not greatly affected, but the visual impact made his movements slightly slow.

When the sword came, he watched the sword stab himself, but there was no fear in his eyes. Death is a very holy thing for him, so he just raised the sword in his hand After stabbing in the past, the speed of his sword was faster than before, like a flash of lightning, the cold light flashed past.

The branch didn't touch the skin of his forehead, just hovered in front of Ximen Chuuxue's forehead, steady and motionless, but the fierce sword energy still pierced the skin, a trace of bright red leaked from Ximen Chuuxue's forehead, winding meandering down the forehead.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword had pierced Gong Jiu's chest, and blood oozed from the wound and flowed along the edge of the sword.

Gong Jiu's hand trembled slightly, let go of the branch in his hand, and grasped the blade of the sword piercing his chest.

Blood gushed out from the wound on his chest, and blood was seeping between the fingers holding the sword. He stared at Ximen Chuuxue, raised his bright red hand and stretched it towards Ximen Chuuxue's cheek, but finally fell powerlessly, opening his mouth and spitting out With a mouthful of blood, the person slowly fell to the ground.

Ximen Chuixue's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have a strange feeling. He looked at the dead man on the ground with a complicated expression, blowing off the bright red on the sword, and finally put the sword back into its sheath, ready to leave.

However, seeing the motionless corpse on the ground and the scars, he took back the steps he had already taken, sighed, and finally picked up the corpse that was still warm on the ground, and walked towards the distance.

The sword in Ximen Chuuxue's scabbard once again flashed a stream of strange color.

The moonlight shone palely, making people feel extremely cold. On the loess, the grave builders had already left, and the newly built simple grave mounds looked even more desolate under the moonlight.

Suddenly something broke through the mound and crawled out, showing its figure under the moonlight, dressed in white, fluttering in the cold wind.

The author has something to say: Valentine’s Day episodes must be finished on Valentine’s Day. If 5 little angels send me comments today as Valentine’s Day gifts, then there will be another chapter tonight. O(∩_∩) o

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