When Mu Yunfeng heard Yan Zhuo shouting, he felt wind blowing behind his head, and it was not good to scream in his heart.
A thunder struck from the night, and the thunder light, like flowers and trees, illuminated half of the sky. The blue clouds hung in the sky like pieces of still kites, powerless and helpless.
Yan Xiaoyu's eyes froze for no apparent reason, and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground, shattering to pieces. She was stunned, pushed open the window, looked up and saw a cloud in the sky, a white cloud.
There was a white cloud in the dark night.
"Bang bang bang", suddenly, her heart panicked. She pressed her hands on her chest violently, trying to suppress her restless and restless heart, but her heart was like a crazy horse.
, bumping left and right in her chest, causing her throat to tighten and her eyes to blur.
She already had a bad premonition.
Another thunder struck, and the bright lightning carried wind and rain, painting a sad light in Yan Xiaoyu's eyes.
The wind whirled and whistled outside the window, like a whisper that didn't want to leave. The rain fell with the wind, pattering, and hit the deep palace in Jiangzuo, breaking and rotting all over the ground.
It's clouds, it's wind...
"Mu Yunfeng, is that you? Did something happen to you? What happened to you?" Yan Xiaoyu collapsed on the ground, and the candlelight stretched her shadow to an unusually long length, like a thread or a chain.
Tie it to the bright red spring boudoir tent.
"Mu Yunfeng, don't let anything happen to you. I'm still waiting for you to be a hero. I'm still waiting for you!" She thought like this, and her tears started pouring down like rain, each drop hitting the indigo-colored marble.
On the bed, like ink that has been ground, like blood that has been wept. Mu Yunfeng's appearance flashed in her mind like a revolving lantern, his bright eyes, his resolute expression, his sincere commitment, his
His joy, his sorrow, his annoyance, and his regret all appeared in her mind.
"Xiaoyu, I'm here to see you." Mu Yunfeng's voice came from behind her.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around suddenly, and there was no one in the quiet darkness. She was still lying on the ground, her limp body melting like a puddle of water on the marble floor tiles, and her crystal-clear jade tears hit the ground.
She cried uncontrollably, as if she was dreaming. She obviously didn't hear any news about Mu Yunfeng, but she still cried, and her heart also cried.
"Mu Yunfeng, where are you? Where are you? Are you still alive?"
Where is Mu Yunfeng?
In the pincer attack between two masters, Gu Foying and Bai Buchou.
Is he still alive?
He is still alive, but he is only one step away from death.
Just when Yan Xiaoyu was in pain for Mu Yunfeng, Mu Yunfeng felt something in his heart, and he felt palpitations. Yan Xiaoyu's appearance also appeared in his mind. He really wanted to see that girl again.
, wanted to hug her again, and wanted to tell her that he had become a famous hero in the world.
Human desire can destroy a person, or it can make a person successful.
Desire is the driving force for people, the driving force for people to move forward, and the driving force for people to survive.
Mu Yunfeng doesn't want to die, he wants to live!
Use your sword and move!
The sword is Mu Yunfeng's sword. The light of the sword shines silvery white, like the eyes of a beautiful lady and the tears of a beautiful lady.
Tears are like red beans, sprinkled little by little.
The moves are those that are thought about like crazy, and there is no retreat after every move, just like falling in love with someone and not talking about the way out.
Love is like a long wind, penetrating everything.
Mu Yunfeng ignored Bai Buchou behind his head and stepped forward to kill Gu Foying.
He took a step with his feet and swung the long sword in his hand.
His moves are extraordinary, and his sword light is also extraordinary. Ordinary people's sword light may be like a white line, or like a vast and long wind, all in the shape of strips, but Mu Yunfeng's sword light is different.
The light of his sword is dot after dot, like red beans, like stars, like tears.
Grains of red beans merge into acacia.
A little bit of starlight turns into a sea of stars.
Drops of tears form a thread of love.
Gu Foying was driven to panic, panic, and fear by the sword light in his hand. He had never seen such a strange sword light in his decades of traveling around the world. He asked with trembling lips: "This
What kind of swordsmanship is this? What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Behind Mu Yunfeng, Bai Wuchou also saw the scattered sword light. Looking at the sword light, he actually thought of Yan'er, of Yan'er's eyes, and the love that once flowed in those eyes.
Tears, he couldn't help but ask: "What kind of sword technique is this? What kind of sword technique is this?"
Yan Zhuo also saw Mu Yunfeng's sword light. He saw Xiang'er through the sword light. He saw Xiang'er's crimson cheeks and his gentle eyes.
This is really an intoxicating swordsmanship, and a jar of honey is born in the heart of a drunk person.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Yan Zhuo also asked.
This is an intoxicating swordsmanship, a sweet swordsmanship, a lover's swordsmanship, and a swordsmanship dedicated to restraining loneliness.
The long sword in Mu Yunfeng's hand was as continuous as a thread of love, and the little bits of sword light splashed out, like fireflies flying around him one after another.
Seeing that Gu Foying was about to be forced into a corner by the sword light, Bai Buchou no longer dared to miss Yan'er in front of him. His five fingers were like swords and he struck directly at Mu Yunfeng's heart with the force of wind and thunder.
