Chapter 109 Unrivat, Crazy Knife

"That's just your wishful thinking and self-indued sentiment. How can you fall in love with a dusty woman?" Although the mad knife said coldly, he was suffering in his heart. He didn't know what words to use to get rid of the entanglement of red sleeves and make red sleeves die.

Obviously, it's too late to regret.

Hearing such a earth-shaking sentence, Hongxiu looked at the mad knife in a daze, and two lines of tears came out like broken jade beads.

Tears flowed in the eyes of the red sleeves, but the heart seemed to be dripping blood, and all kinds of tenderness turned into soft intestines and tears of lovesickness.

Murong Qiniang didn't expect that the mad knife would be so ruthless and say such abruptly, but looking at the appearance of the mad knife, it was obviously not ordinary joke. She couldn't help saying angrily, "What are you talking about! Although my sister is not a pure woman, she can't tolerate you being so humiliated. Humph, do you think your Taoism is amazing? In a blink of an eye, the ashes and smoke disappeared. My Murong family has never begged others. Red sleeves, let's go!"

Kuang Dao can only sigh: "Since Miss Murong takes care of your sister, I'm relieved. I'm leaving now." But after all, he did not take steps, and there was a trace of bitterness in his seemingly cold eyes.

How can the crazy knife bear to be ruthless and walk away at this moment? But he had to do this, because he had decided that there would be a battle tonight, and his chance of winning this battle can be said to be minimal.

Now we know the reality of Lingshan Temple. For the sake of Xiandu and Taoism, Kuang Dao can abandon everything, but can it abandon the woman in front of us?

Crazy knife asked himself, is Hongxiu being affectionate, and whether he loves her or not? For a moment, looking at the red-sleeved crazy eyes, the knife almost shook.

It has been 60 moments, and at this moment it seems to be eternal, eternal pain, eternal memory.

Mad Knife lowered her head and dared not look at Hongxiu again. Whether he loved her or not, or whether she really fell in love with her, Kuangdao could only silently bless and silently pray that she could find the partner she really loved in the future.

Because he knew in his heart that he could never come in such a hurry and return to Xiandu. Tonight may be the last night of his life. As a Taoist, Xiandu is in trouble, and he should fight to the death. What can't be relieved when he thinks of this?

Hongxiu was already heartbroken, and he jumped into Murong Qiniang's arms again.

Murong Qiniang only comforted softly, "Isn't the men in the world dead? Why do you look at such a heartless person? Didn't you say that the number of men who fell under your pomegranate skirt can't be counted? Who cares about him?"

Hongxiu only hated the ruthlessness of the mad knife, gritted his teeth, pushed his sister away, and shouted at the mad knife: "Okay! I'm a dusty woman. I don't deserve you. I don't want to see you again!"

After saying that, she covered her face and turned around and ran away. Murong Qiniang hurriedly chased after her, leaving only the mad knife alone stunned and quietly standing in the last trace of twilight.

The last trace of twilight dissipated, and the sky gradually darkened. The crazy knife knew that he had hurt a woman's heart, but before he hurt this heart, he did not know that her heart was so weak.

He sighed. He originally thought that Hongxiu was as fierce as him and fearless as he was, but he did not expect that her heart was lonely and lonely and needed to be taken care of.

The hero is short-tempered, and the children are affectionate. The Kuangdao thought of tonight's battle again. It couldn't help but boil his blood. After all, he and Hongxiu had no fate. There are so many masters in Lingshan Temple who killed one by one. Once he stepped in, he stepped into the ghost door. Kuangdao secretly blamed himself: Kuangdao is also mad knife. You have done nothing wrong and will die. What else do you want from your children?

The crazy knife stood in the deep twilight, allowing the cold wind to blow, and his eyes gradually became cold and firm. When he held the dragon knife in his hand, he became so murderous, as if the world was full of murder.

The crazy knife gently brushed the dragon's knife, as if he couldn't take his eyes off this minute and every inch, admiring the killing weapon. What he has to do now is to have a good rest and let his physical strength and mind reach the peak.

However, Hongxiu cried all the way and ran back. Murong Qiniang only followed closely and couldn't help persuading her. When she was about to enter Liandu Bay, Murong Qiniang grabbed Hongxiu and shouted, "Okay! What's wrong with crying? I don't know how many good prices you have exchanged on weekdays. Why is it so bad now?

Hongxiu just kept crying, "Don't worry about me!"

Murong Qiniang sighed, "Look, it's almost to the ground. You can't rush into Zhang Dahu's house crying like this. Can you smile?"

Hongxiu was still sad and said, "How did you make me laugh?"

Murong Qiniang only comforted her, "Don't you usually love to hook a man's soul with a soul with your favorite seductive smile? Where is the ability to pretend? Even if you go back to the house and cover the quilt and cry all night!"

It was so easy for Hongxiu to stop his grief, bit his lips, nodded and said, "Listen to my sister, I won't cry."

Murong Qiniang helped to wipe away the tears. She recalled that her sister was wronged when she was a child, and she also wiped her tears in the same way. In addition, her sister was sad and the sister was not feeling well. Murong Qiniang couldn't help but feel sad and almost shed tears. She secretly said that she must not arouse Hongxiu's sadness and tried her best to resist it.

Hongxiu was also obedient. The two stepped into Zhang Dahu's house one after the other. Seeing that it was because of the teachers, Murong Qiniang just said lightly, "We saw the scenery here is good and came back to play."

Returning to the room, Hongxiu couldn't help it anymore. Sure enough, she jumped on ** and covered the pillow and cried again. Murong Qiniang couldn't help but sit by the bed with good words to comfort her. In the end, when it came to the sadness, she couldn't help hugging her sister and crying.

I don't know how long it took, the night was as cool as water, and the moon shone at the foot of the mountain and by the forest stream.

Crazy knife lay quietly in the dead grass under an ancient tree and bathed in the frost under the moonlight. Only in this way can he calm down his long-lost mood. He once vowed in Xiandu that no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, he would step on the Lingshan Temple to avenge the Ziyang master, leave Furong Gorge and say goodbye to the heavenly virtual road. At that moment, it was doomed to be such a result.

In the middle of the moon, the crazy knife suddenly jumped up, stretched out, straightened his clothes, carried the dragon's knife, and even went to the stream to wash his face. Then he stepped on Lingquan Mountain, and the one who stepped on his feet was obviously the road of no return.

How many heroes are there in the world? It gives the cold night wind and the moonlight all over the mountain.

A road, a knife, one person.

The mad knife is not afraid of meeting the enemy. Instead, it can't wait for a few more monks from Lingshan Temple on the way, or invite party members from Lingshan Temple to sharpen the blade of the dragon's dragon's sword.

However, it made the mad knife very disappointed. Along the way, he didn't even see a ghost at all, which was really frustrating.

The deep mountain Tibetan ancient temple is almost on the top of Lingquan Mountain. The mad knife suddenly saw the wall of Lingshan Temple under the moonlight, the mottled glazed tiles and mottled gables. Everything is so ancient and deep that the iron bells can't help ringing in the wind, as if they are welcoming the death of the mad knife?

The mountain gate was wide open, and the lights were bright inside. The crazy knife didn't think about it. He stepped in and suddenly heard the monk guarding the gate of the temple shouting, "Who is it!"

As soon as the word came out, no sound was heard, because with a flash of the knife, the man was already a dead man.

There was another person guarding at the gate of the temple together. Seeing that his companion shouted and there was no movement, he was puzzled and pushed him and said, "Go, go up and stop him."

Who knows that it's okay not to push. Under this push, he actually watched his companion's bald head fall to the ground and roll out several feet away.

The monk who guarded the door seemed to believe his eyes. It was not until his companion's body fell down that he saw a man coming out of the dark shadow of the night wind down the mountain gate, with a pale face and dark eyes, just like the birth of a demon king, holding a knife and a dragon knife in his hand.

What a fast knife! It seemed that he had exceeded the limit of speed and power. The monk who guarded the door wanted to shout but couldn't. He couldn't help but grow up and spit out.

Kuang Dao just smiled coldly and didn't look at him, because he thought that a coward with broken liver and courage did not deserve this knife at all.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is brightly lit, but there is no one. Crazy Knife is wondering what Lingshan Temple is doing. Has he found himself?

The fire was faint under the Changming lamp, but when the mad knife hesitated, he found that he had made a mistake. Suddenly, four monks jumped into the front door and behind them, all holding eyebrow sticks, set up a position, surrounded the mad knife, and shouted at the head, "Where are you from? Is it the lay disciple I taught?

The mad knife sneered, and suddenly the light of the knife soared, drawing a line across the ground, leading the four people at the door were suddenly cut off by people with sticks, but their eyes were still full of surprise and disbelief.

The four monks who entered from the back door of the Daxiong Hall cut off four brothers with a knife. Their eyes turned red, shouted suddenly, and the long sticks greeted the mad knife together.

The crazy knife secretly sighed how Lingshan Temple had such a purulent. Unexpectedly, he couldn't stop himself from doing a half move. He disdained to kill the purulent again with a knife. With a strong wind wave in his left arm, the four golden monks fell out like broken kites and fell out from afar.

The monks looked at the eyebrow stick in their hands, but they had already broken two pieces, all of which were shocked.

The crazy knife ignored them and flew through the Daxiong Hall. At this time, the monk guarding the mountain gate calmed down and hurriedly hit the bell in front of the hall.

The bell rang loudly, and the mountains echoed. The disciples of the happy monks and secular families who were talking in the Luohan Hall and had already gone to bed. The monks who were still sleeping woke up one after another and rushed out of the Luohan Hall to see what was going on.

At this time, in the frosty moonlight, there was a long roar: "One flute and one sword to level the business, 15 years of crazy fame!"