Chapter 279 Moonlight Hidden Tears

Sure enough, Fang Ye saw that he gave up using sound wave skills, and immediately gritted his teeth and stood up. The sword rained like a flower. For a moment, the disciples of Pingwumen also set up a sword array.

The cold blood did not drip, but strangely turned into a blood light, and then the strings sounded and rolled up to the other party's sword. The cold body has turned into a shadow and chased after Fang Ye.

Unexpectedly, he could turn his injured blood into blood light and then launch an attack with strings.

He will never back down! The sword and the strings in the hand cooperate with each other and are seamless. Such a move is enough to set foot in the realm of the master. I'm afraid that even the head of the Huangshan School is not as good as him!

A few cold swords stabbed Fang Ye's body, and Fang Ye's blood immediately splashed out of Fang Ye's body, and a violent fear surged in his heart, and he couldn't help rushing away.

. Considering the extraordinary strength at this time, Fang Ye was a smart man who quickly dodged and let his Mongolian soldiers encircle and annihilate him.

As the blood light gradually faded away as if there was no pain, the long sword immediately folded back, and a sword swept away. The Mongolian soldiers close to him immediately broke their heads, broken bodies, broken limbs, and sprayed blood!

On the strings, a large blood-colored demon lotus immediately exploded, and the thick blood was shrouded in mid-air like a cloud, absorbing the blood of each approaching. At this time, the strings were so enchanting that under the feeding of life, they bloomed freely and were more murderous.

The cold sword splashed a piece of blood light and danced around him coldly, rendering his white clothes red.

Seeing such a bloody scene, everyone's eyes were also frightened, looking at such a cold and strange change. He can deeply feel the cold and decisive will.

Fang Ye said harshly, "Rain arrows! Shoot the arrow!"

Fang Ye agreed, and Fang Ye took out his bow and arrow. The Mongolian army dominated the world, and half relied on the art of riding and shooting, and almost everyone wore bows and arrows. At this time, seeing that it was so cold and fierce, they all had the determination to resist desperately. With Fang Ye's order, thousands of arrows were fired!

I felt the danger coldly.

Flying blood swordsmanship plunged his mind into rage, and his feeling became dull, but even so, he still felt the danger of extreme expansion and rapid killing. He jumped high.

The blood on the cold sword flew up to the sky with him.

The sky is full of arrows and rain is chasing!

He didn't dodge coldly. He gritted his teeth and danced the cold sword into a light curtain, covering behind him. The light curtain flowed, but it affected the wound from time to time and was torn apart by severe pain.

He knew that the remaining power could not stop the strongest bow and arrow. His body must bear the pain of arrows deep into his body. But he has no time to dodge or hesitate. He will fulfill his promise as soon as possible.

Several arrows passed through the sword light and disappeared into his body. The blood of Dapeng splashed out. Driven by the flying blood swordsmanship, it turned into light, turned into fog, and swirled around coldly. The strong impact made it fly more than a few feet high.

I saw the prison tent coldly, not far from his feet. He gritted his teeth vigorously and suddenly let out a clear roar.

The blood light condensed on the cold sword immediately splashed and turned into a violent curling cloud around him, as if two huge blood wings rose behind him, holding his weak body and rolling up. When everyone retreats one after another.

Approaching a room coldly!

In the roar, he broke through the thick wood of the door, but was blocked by the iron pillar on the tent door. He fell heavily in front of the door, and another burst of blood flowed.

It's only one step away, and the cold face is full of regret.

In the dust, he slowly looked up, as if he could see the regretful and helpless eyes of lovesickness.

In the dust, he slowly looked up, as if he could see the woman's stunned eyes.

Although it was so far away, he could see the woman inside turn into panic. He vaguely saw the woman get up and rush to him, trying to help him up, but she became farther and farther and farther away... The people inside pulled her, and the woman never stepped out of the room.

"Zen! My daughter!" Shout coldly.

At this time, Yang Jing realized that Fang Ye was holding a cold daughter, and this woman was the woman who helped Fang Ye during the day! Yang Jing wanted to take action, but there was a fever on his shoulder. Yang Jing was shocked. Whose light skills were so good that he quietly appeared behind him! Looking back, I was stunned!

"Yellow Bull Road!" Yang Jing shouted.

"Shh! Seeing that someone will take action, you'd better not reveal your identity.

It was strange for Yang Jing to hear what he said. After changing his face, Huang Ji Niudao actually knew himself! And he also knows that his martial arts have made great progress, so don't show your hands easily!

The cold blood flowed from his forehead, blurring his vision, but he still looked at the room, and the tingling in his eyes made him a little sober. Therefore, he condensed the last trace of strength and held up his left hand.

In his hand is the sword he has been holding tightly.

The blood sword has been stained with blood and can't see its true color.

The tears in the woman's eyes in the room finally couldn't help coming out at this moment. She shouted at the temple to try to break free from the claws of the soldiers around her.

He raised his head coldly and stared at her, leaving only a vague shadow in his eyes; he seemed to want to tell her something, but there was no sound in his throat.

"Fang Ye, you beast, come to me if you have the ability. What a hero is you dealing with a weak woman like this."

"Old sir, my master told me to take you back to see him, so I had no choice."

"Haha, you thief, if I go back with you, my children will not be in protection. The only way is to kill you, or my father and daughter will die together!"

The moonlight was dim, and the sound of swords suddenly turned into a terrible silence.

Only the sound of dripping blood hits my heart.

No one took action! The scene came to a standstill, and Fang Ye did not dare to attack, and his soldiers did not dare to attack. Are they waiting for the blood to flow coldly step by step?

Blood completely stained the cold original dignified face. Suddenly, the unfinished smile solidified on his face. Like a flower in his arms, he withered in an instant and fell into the dust.

Across a wall, the woman cried and tried again and again to break free from the enemy's claws, but failed.

And cold and bloody eyes looked at the stars all over the sky. He didn't say anything, and he didn't know what would happen next. It seemed that he had no ability to resist coldly.

And for the strength of Pingwumen, everyone has no resistance.

Play this last blood "High Mountain Flowing Water" coldly and gently,

He, cold and able to be the ancestor of the Huangshan School, did not hesitate to abandon the sect and wander around to learn a good thing for love. Of course, as for why he was valued by Pingwumen, perhaps only the secrets of sound wave skills can be explained during this period.

I can only hear the last sound of "Mountain Flowing Water".

In the broken wind.

His body became so heavy and his face became so pale, like a lifeless stone statue that he could no longer wake up.

The woman howled and finally dodged the enemy's claws, and she broke out of the door.

The woman knelt on the ground, her shoulders trembled, and tears fell on his bloody face. She looked around blankly, but she was so helpless.

Where is the sky? Why don't you answer her prayers anymore?

The cold hand hung down gently and looked at his daughter with a smile. He had been looking for his daughter for ten years.

On one side is a clean inn, and on the other side is a rolling war cloud, full of blood! Sadness all over the ground!

A sharp sword cut through the night sky!

The woman stopped crying and slowly raised her head. Her eyes were full of cold arrows. However, she did not hesitate, but gently opened her arms and blocked the cold behind her.

A sharp sword shot through the woman's back, and the woman fell into his father's arms without saying anything.

"No!" At this time, the cold blood was too much to move, but the sad sound sounded like thunder through the whole inn!

Just when everyone was extremely sad, a horse broke in, and an old man in a bucket hat immediately stared at Fang Ye coldly.

"Haha, I didn't expect to bring you out of the cold weather! Well, I'll take your two brothers back together today!"

Fang Ye's hand behind him separated, held the sword in his left hand, slowly turned around, and hit the cold sky riding a sword.

His movements were extremely fast, but in the cold days, he knew that the speed of his punch was not inferior to his lightning red gun.

The sword and gun fighting continues to change in a short distance.

At this time, the cold body that left the horse crossed the top of Fang Ye's head, reached eight feet from the ground, and began to fall about ten feet behind Fang Ye.

From meeting to each other, there is no time buffer among them.

It's like when you see two electric fires, they have hit each other.

The victory or defeat of life and death is decided in an instant.

A whirlwind.

Plap!

An airflow poured out like a huge wave from the fist and gun, and the trees on both sides were uprooted one after another, and the broken branches rolled in the sky, covering the afterglow of the sunset.

A roar in the cold weather.

Zhang Er's red gun pointed away from Fang Ye Jianguang.

Fang Ye returned to the ground, his hands hung down, his hand holding the sword trembled gently, and he did not look back at the enemy. Falling leaves rain.

In the cold sky, the horse drove the horse to fly, and the horse's front legs suddenly softened. He fell forward, and the horse's head rubbed and twitched strongly on the ground.

No one knows when Fang Ye's sword overturned his horse.

"Your brother's sound wave is my nemesis, and your red gun is not good yet!" Fang Ye said with a proud smile.

When the cold day heard the handsome and unparalleled face, he accompanied his beloved horse to fight in the world. After looking coldly, his eyebrows moved and the red gun hung on his shoulder.

shouted, "Horse, let's go!"

The flying horse shouted to get up on a cold day, blood flowing, and his feet ran towards the cold.

"Stop him!" Fang Ye shouted.

But it's late, and the cold woman was hung up and disappeared at night!

Yang Jing on one side has already collapsed on the roof tiles, and he should have taken action long ago! It's a pity that a life is like a flower and jade!

Yang Jing shouted, and his father-daughter affection deeply stimulated his nostalgia for his sister and mother. He lay down with tears in a burst of crying. He cried silently, and he knelt down to the ground.

Huang Ji Niu sighed and gently put his hand on Yang Jing's shoulder and said.

"Life! Indeed, why should we be sad?"

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