When Ye Jiang left, he saw Jian Mucheng's hand stretched out from the corner of his eye, but Jian Yao didn't take it. She stopped in front of him, looked up at his face quietly, and Feng Xie in front of him clenched his fists.

, but what he saw was not Ye Jiang who was walking towards him. During the stalemate, he suddenly heard a loud "bang", and smoke suddenly filled the mountain. Everyone was in panic.

Jian Yao covered his nose with his sleeves, but he was still suffering from the strong smell of sulfur. When the sand and rocks spread, Jian Yao saw that the hill not far away was blown open, and the earth and rocks fell one after another, forming a natural rock at the foot of the mountain.

An ancient road next to the barrier extended just right to the foot. Jian Yao looked up at Jian Muchong and saw that he was looking at Feng Xie in front of him.

"Ghost Rakshasa, there is not only one Buzhou Pass. As long as I think about it, there will be a third and fourth one. My land in Dongyin is not so easy to set foot on!"

Feng Xie sneered and said: "Jian Muchong, I won't use Xi Ze's tactics to deal with you. If I want to fight you, it will be an upright battle between the two armies in the field! When the time comes, let alone your earthen mountain barrier.

Even if it’s a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, I’ll show you!”

After saying that, he held the sword in front of him, put his right hand on the hilt, and pulled out the Sea-Converting Sword inch by inch. The light reflected from the sword reflected on his face with an evil smile. With a swish sound, the long sword shined, and a burst of light flashed out.

The cold air emanates.

"One day, everything about you... will be mine..."

When he spoke, the edge of his sword was pointed at Jian Yao, indescribably arrogant. Both Jian Mucheng and Jian Yao frowned. A kind of sadness slowly welled up in Jian Yao's heart, as if something was being pulled further and further away.

Dust swayed all over the sky in the swollen wind, covering everyone's face, and the sea-covering sword of Ri Fengxie became more and more solemn and heavy among the flying clothes...

Green pines formed the slope, and bamboos led the way. Jian Mucheng and Jian Yao walked forward slowly. It was already early morning, and the sun was shining warmly in the forest. For a month, Jian Yao has been resting in Ziyuan Palace, behind closed doors.

Not out, Jian Muchong

He knew that she had something on his mind, but he felt sad about the gap between them. Now that so many years have passed, Jian Yao is no longer the girl who only surrounds him, but his heart has long been left with her.

After walking for half an hour, the two of them were speechless. Jian Mucheng wanted to keep walking like this, but at least Jian Yao was still standing beside him. When they reached a corner, there was a pavilion with a piano platform covered with fallen leaves.

The last guqin was mottled and old. Jian Yao stepped forward and touched the guqin slowly.

The sound reminded me of the last night in Taohuawu, and I couldn't help but smile. Jian Mucheng didn't know why she was smiling, but he just saw her standing in the pavilion. The distant mountains were like black, the flowing clouds were like yarn, and when the breeze entered the forest,

The sound of loose leaves is like waves, and the bamboo leaves are falling like rain. They are both crazy, one is for the scenery, the other is for the people.

Jian Yao pondered for a long time and said, "Brother Mu Cheng, where is Su Li?"

Jian Muchong's fists suddenly tightened, but he heard Jian Yao sigh quietly: "Some people, if they don't disappear, will always be a thorn in the heart!" After saying that, he looked at Jian Muchong, and gently touched the strings with his fingers.

With one stroke, there was a crisp sound.

"You still haven't let them go!"

"It's also a blessing to die together!"

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Chapter completed!