[Fu Hongxue: Eternal level summoning figure, hired by the president of the Time Traveler Welfare Association with a high salary, is the most peak of the Gu Long martial arts world. According to legend, Fu Hongxue's sword is a terrifying knife, Fu Hongxue's sword
, not expensive, not conspicuous, the scabbard is pitch black and the hilt is pitch black. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, it is really an ugly knife. However, this is a magical knife, with a sword light, and lightning
It is more dazzling and faster. No one can see the knife clearly, or even those who die under this knife.
The legendary experience of summoning characters: He came to the red snow, the heavy snow was stained with blood. He was the heir of hatred, the messenger of the god of revenge, and was born with a bloody life experience and heavy mission. His past life was
Preparing for revenge, his future life will be rushing to kill for revenge.
Decades ago, the blood in the plum blossom temple dyed the white snow red. The tragedy that was said to be vivid in my mind, but in the end it was just a piece of hatred in the chess game in life. People in Wanma Hall were panic, but they were left in Dingjiazhuang.
Sighing, the last time I drew my sword and turned to the sky. Although, the disease of lameness and epilepsy existed, people are at the end of the world, their hearts are as vast as the end of the world, as noble as the bright moon, as lonely as the knife, entering the world with deep hatred of blood, and in extreme pain
He was born in the middle, but entered the world again at the end of the world. His sword survived in blood, so it is also called the magic sword.]
"Because, I am Fu Hongxue" is like a curse, and the murmur sounds in his mouth. Fu Hongxue no longer remembers how many times he has said this, every time, always, when this sentence is expressed
At the same time, there are always endless killings.
"When you were born, the snow was red, stained with blood!"
"You must remember that from now on, you will be God, the God of Revenge! No matter what you do, you don't need to regret it. No matter how you treat them, it is all right!"
In my memory, her voice was shrill and sharp, like the ghost crying in the cold night. Fu Hongxue will never forget the past. Even though the years of heaven and earth have changed like the world and changed. I don’t know how many reincarnations, but it will never be forgotten.
He couldn't wash away the blood stained on his blade. Since Fu Hongxue could hold the knife tightly, he had been practicing. He just repeated the knife drawing, but no less than ten thousand times every day. Until the knife gradually became him
The derivation of the arm is connected with his thoughts, and even the speed of the knife is still above his thoughts. When the thoughts arrive, the knife is already in that position. The black sheath, the black handle, and the
The blade that is almost pitch black, endless black symbolizes death
"Hello Fu Hongxue! Very good! I remember you." Two fierce gazes suddenly appeared in the skinny old man's eyes. There was a bit of murderous aura in his eyes, and a strong killing attack was still there.
At this moment, he was almost like a dead evil spirit crawling out of hell. His body was covered by a dark barrier, making people feel as if they were almost facing death even after taking a look.
Fu Hongxue said silently, just quietly looking at the knife in his hand. He lived in hatred all his life. He had nothing but hatred. However, in the end, he suddenly realized that even that
The only hatred does not belong to him, and he has always been a person with nothing. Since a person has reached the state of nothing, then naturally, he is fearless, just like the handle in his hand.
Like a knife, moving forward indestructible and invincible.
"In order to show my respect for you, I decided to kill you with my own hands. I hope that after you die, don't forget to kill you, the person who killed you is Yin Qingtian!" The skinny old man's eyes fell directly on Fu Hongxue's body.
It felt like he was watching a dead person, and he really regarded Fu Hongxue as a dead person, because he was his own enemy and the Yin family.
"Elder, if you delay so much, what if you miss the eldest son's affairs?" At this moment, Yin Xuanyi couldn't help but speak. He had seen Fu Hongxue's martial arts skills and knew his own family.
Although the elder has great cultivation, the outcome of the battle with Fu Hongxue is unpredictable. Therefore, at this critical moment, he had to speak out to remind him to avoid ruining the affairs of the eldest son.
"Huh?" Yin Qingtian frowned and then said in a deep voice: "Well, my eldest nephew is an impatient person. Since he wants that person's surname, I, the uncle, have to fuck him.
Let’s do it for a while, and I’ll leave this Fu Hongxue to me. You guys go and kill that boy named Duan.”
"Yes!" Yin Xuan was happy when he heard this, and then he quickly spoke, greeted the dozens of top experts around him, and walked around Fu Hongxue and continued to speed towards the direction where the island was. Unexpectedly,
Although they were very concerned, Fu Hongxue had no intention of taking action.
Seeing this, Yin Qingtian was surprised and frowned on his face. He asked in search of a voice, "You tried every means to stop us from going through, but why haven't you taken action now?"
Fu Hongxue didn't even look at those people, but only focused on Yin Qingtian, and said calmly: "I have only one opponent, and you are the only one who wants to intercept. As for them, there are naturally
The people who intercepted them did not need to worry about this."
Hearing this, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Yin Qingtian's eyes. Then, he snorted coldly and said, "You are very relieved, but you are so confident, thinking that you can stop me?"
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"You are wrong, I'm not trying to stop you," Fu Hongxue's right hand slowly stretched out toward the hilt of the left hand. His eyes were still staring at Yin Qingtian, as if he was looking at a dead object
Generally, without any touch, he said word by word: "I want to kill you."
The sky is brilliant, the earth is brilliant, the eyes are bleeding, the moon is not shining, once you enter Wanma Hall, the knife is broken, the heartbroken, the symbolic meaning of Fu Hongxue's sword has forced people and things into desperate situation from the beginning. Since he already has it in his eyes
Death, and what he holds in his hand is also death, and his knife symbolizes death! His hand is pale and the knife is pitch black, and isn't this pale and darkness the color that is closest to death? And death is emptiness and
The limit of loneliness? What's even more terrifying is that Fu Hongxue is the knife in his hand, or the knife is Fu Hongxue's life. In other words, death is Fu Hongxue's life. What kind of paradox and absurdity is this?
Fu Hongxue, however, has always been in such a paradox and absurdity
"Clang!" Accompanied by a loud and sharp sound, Yin Qingtian saw that in this moment, he saw a snow-white look, as if he had entered another space, the sky and the sea were gone, and the
The companions are gone, and the whole world is the only one.
Between the world, the sky is empty, and what comes into view is a snow-white, so cold, as if it is in the snow and ice. At this moment, Yin Qingtian felt that he was not facing a person, and this strange space made people tamper with his hands and feet.
I became numb and my whole body became less and less moved.
No! No! No! No! No! No! Yin Qingtian seemed to be roaring in his mouth, and the sword intent around him was vigorous, and he had instantly lifted to a peak. Nine extremely sharp and fierce sword energy broke out, as if he wanted to turn it in front of him.
The world of this world was completely torn apart.
He is not a weak person. He even participated in the battle of killing the sky between heaven and earth five thousand years ago. His cultivation was so high that he had almost reached the peak of the immortal realm. Once upon a time, he had killed several under the command of Tiandao with his own hands.
It is a worldly and extraordinary person.
However, at this moment, he couldn't help but be anxious. The anxiety meant the origin of fear. So he could only watch Fu Hongxue, dressed in black, slowly walked over. Time seemed to be in a moment, completely
The stop was stopped.
Fu Hongxue slowly walked to Yin Qingtian's side, held the hilt of the knife in his right hand, gently pulled out the long knife in the sheath, and heard the blade "hissing" out of the sheath, making people unable to help but make a formation.
He was cold and his whole body was trembling, but he couldn't move no matter what, and he couldn't speak, as if his soul was pinched and he was so swollen.
In this way, Fu Hongxue pulled out the long sword in a thread. Time, at this moment, seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed to have only been a moment, so strange. You can clearly feel that it has passed for a long time, but a voice reminds you again.
This is my own illusion, and it is extremely awkward.
"Hissing" in my ears, I could only hear the sound of the blade slipping through the scabbard. The world is so quiet that it makes people crazy and almost unbearable.
Yin Qingtian felt like he was being kept in a silent cage, so quiet that he just wanted to die, but the sound of drawing a sword that was life-thinking is so clear that you are still alive. This seems to be more like being chopped off by someone.
It's even cruel, as if you're already forced to go crazy, and you want to die like this, but the sound of drawing a sword like a soul-tempting person pulled you back again, slowly feeling the pre-death
The most terrible torture.
The kind of amplification and strengthening of fear every second tests your nerve toughness every moment. It seems that with a gentle touch, you will be finished, but he just pulls you back. This is definitely more
Any kind of torture in the world is terrible. Yin Qingtian's fear is getting bigger and bigger, and he stares at Fu Hongxue with a hint of relief in despair.
But Fu Hongxue just lowered her head and pulled out her long sword, as if nothing in this world could arouse his interest, or she was holding a rare treasure in her hand. The glory in an instant was like this snow-white world.