Youth song line: Taoist Qingcheng has gone down the mountain

Yang Xin only felt that it was getting darker and darker before his eyes, and finally, the whole world became quiet.

As for the innkeeper, he was already turned into fly ash in the explosion.

Tang Lian came down the stairs and looked at the big hole on the ground of the inn, her eyes twitched.

"Are you all right?"

pat, pat.

However, at this moment, everyone heard the sound of footsteps, as if each step was stepped on the interval of the heartbeat, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Chapter 157

"You killed him?"

There was no light outside the door.

A voice, cooler than autumn rain.

The footsteps stopped, and Ye Ruoyi covered her heart.

Even though her body has already supplemented her innate strength, her strength is still the lowest.

The footsteps that disrupted the rhythm of her heartbeat just now made her blood almost go backwards, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"Zoe, are you okay?"

Lei Wujie kept his heart on her, walked in front of her, and blocked her behind.

Ye Ruoyi swallowed back the blood rushing to her throat, and shook her head: "It's okay, be careful, this person is a little different."

Beep~~~~~~~ da.

The raindrops on the eaves slid down, and at that moment, the speed at which the raindrops fell seemed to be prolonged.

Suddenly, the raindrop was cut in half by an invisible force, and turned into two drops, which fell on the ground one after the other.

Pfft~ The lanterns and candles in the inn were instantly extinguished.

In the world, there is only darkness left.

"Everyone be careful!"

Sikong Qianluo reminded her, but the next moment, she heard a muffled groan.

It was a bleak voice.

Sikong Qianluo's heart tightened: "Xiao Se, how are you doing, Xiao Se?"

Cangling...

Instead of hearing an answer, she heard a sword groan.

"Desolate!"

no respond.

"Lei Wujie?"

Still no response.

It was as if she was the only one left in the darkness.

In the boundless silence, Sikong Qianluo only felt that the sound of his heartbeat was getting stronger and stronger.

With the blood in the body, it runs at high speed like a rushing river.

She knew that going on like this was not an option. When her heartbeat reached a certain level, the blood vessels in her body would definitely not be able to bear it, and the blood vessels burst to death.

Without even thinking about it, Sikong Qianluo slapped his purse, and a paper figurine fell lightly to the ground, followed by the paper figurine, which inflated rapidly as if it had been blown.

And her eyes were shining again, at this moment, everything in the world became colorful.

The ubiquitous qi fills the world.

Suddenly, a silver-white light disturbed the colors in front of him.

Sikong Qianluo knew that it was sword energy, but at this moment, it was so clear.

"end!"

Sikong Qianluo's pupils shrank suddenly, as if an invisible qi gushed out, disrupting the sword qi, which dissipated without a trace like the six suns melting snow.

Sikong Qianluo felt a slight pain in his eyes.

Suddenly, all the strangeness seemed to disappear, and there was a ray of light in front of my eyes again.

Bang, clang, clang...

The sound of gold and iron clashing is full of ears.

"Qianluo, are you okay?"

Ye Ruoyi held a candle in his hand, and the light dispelled the darkness of the entire inn.

Sikong Qianluo came back to his senses, shook his head, and only then noticed that Ye Ruoyi's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood.

"You, are you hurt?"

Ye Ruoyi wiped the corners of her mouth, shook her head with a dejected look.

"This man's swordsmanship is a bit weird, but it can stimulate the blood to run rapidly."

"Xiao Se, Xiao Se!"

At this moment, Lei Wujie's anxious voice came over.

Only then did Sikong Qianluo notice that Tang Lian was fighting with a man with a black scarf on his eyes and a bamboo sword in his hand.

And Xiao Se's chest suddenly burst into a burst of blood, and his whole body fell down like a falling leaf.

Sikong Qianluo felt a sudden tug in his heart, and his mind went blank.

"Hehe, I heard that you have a sword called the Heart Sword in your hands. How does it compare to my Heart Sword?"

Hearing this, Tang Lian spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood in her body circulated as if it was out of control.

Obviously this person's strength is similar to his own, but this sword technique is too weird.

While fighting, he had to forcibly suppress his blood energy, so he couldn't gain the upper hand at all.

"Originally, I didn't want to kill you all.

But, you killed Yang Xin.

Of course, even if he dies, it's nothing, but after all, he took care of me for so long.

Going on the road alone is a bit too lonely.

Let's be buried with you!

My sword is called: Killing Heart. "

Duan Zhixin didn't feel much about Yang Xin's death.

The children who grew up in Bai Yujing never knew what feelings were.

Because the elders in Baiyujing are all descendants of immortals, they say that cutting off love is the way of immortality.

If there is an obstacle in the heart, there will be a demon in the heart.

Ruthless and loveless, demons do not arise.

So they eat jade, swallow gold, and want to practice themselves like stones and gold.

Only in that way can there be no ordinary heart.

In order to be guided by the immortal.

The heart is the root of all troubles.

But Yang Xin is still a little different for him.

Because Yang Xin is caring and lively, full of curiosity about this world.

He was eight years old that year, and Yang Xin was only six years old.

Yang Xin said to him: Old Duan, I descended from the Immortal Lord that day, and I will go up one day sooner or later.I will take you with me then.

Duan Zhixin thought it was funny, a brat who doesn't know what a fairy is.

If he really became a fairy, he might not even remember his name.

He was 13 years old that year, and Yang Xin was 11 years old.

In order to practice the sword, he blinded his eyes, and Yang Xin slapped him twice.

Since then, he has become his partner, taking care of his diet and daily life.

Although Duan Zhixin felt that he didn't need such a partner, Yang Xin never tired of it.

Duan Zhixin felt that Yang Xin's craftsmanship was so poor that pigs wouldn't even eat what he made.

But he just ate for many years.

Yang Xin is a talkative person, often telling him what kind of clothes and flowers a girl is wearing today.

A few flowers bloomed on the side of the road, red and white, not very pretty.

The clouds in the sky are like a dog, chasing the sun and running around. Sooner or later, he will also ride the clouds and mist. At that time, he will take the sun off and put it in his eye socket, so that he can see again.

Duan Zhixin often feels that Yang Xin is very noisy, but he has listened to it for more than ten years.

He often couldn't figure out what to say about the little things in life, but Yang Xin always felt that everything was fresh.

But now, he is dead.

I can't speak anymore.

Duan Zhixin practiced this heart-killing sword, and had already killed his own heart.

But now I feel empty in my heart.

He couldn't hear the heartbeat like a monkey jumping up and down. He didn't understand why someone's heartbeat could be so irregular.

But at the moment before, that kind of heartbeat was gone.

Duan Zhixin felt that the sound of the rain was so loud that it disturbed the listeners.

Yang Xin is a lively person, so he wants to send all these people away.

The saddest thing is that Ye Yuchou kills people.

One sword to kill the heart, one sword to break the heart.

only……

next moment……

A burst of sword energy burst out suddenly, shattering the wind and rain in the sky.

The bamboo sword in Duan Zhixin's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

He lowered his head in disbelief and covered his heart.

He forgot that he couldn't see anything in the first place.

But now, his heart is really broken.

"Okay... sword!"

Chapter 158 It seems like a fairy crossing the sea with a bamboo

Tang Lian clutched her heart, bleeding profusely from her mouth.

He has been walking in the rivers and lakes for a long time, but this is the first time he has encountered such an opponent.

The sword technique is treacherous, the sword has not arrived, the meaning has not arrived, but this sword cry is focused on the heart, and it is impossible to guard against.

Sure enough, people in the world should not be underestimated.

He looked at the small wooden sword between his fingers, Senior Xindao saved his life again.

He glanced back at the other people, wanting to say something, when he just opened his mouth, blood flowed out, his heart ached.