Red Heart Survey

Jiang Wang couldn't explain why he suddenly made a decision, let go of the joy of being together with Jiang An'an in Yuncheng, let go of the liveliness and beauty, and went to travel thousands of miles alone...

Come to Xin'an City.

In Fenglin's death area, in Jiujiang City, he kept telling himself that revenge required long-term and painful forbearance.

Dong A, Du Ruhui, and Zhuang Gaoxian, they are at the highest level of the Zhuang Kingdom, they wield huge power, and their own cultivation is strong, so dealing with them is not something that can be done overnight.

There are countless reasons to prevent him from coming here now.

But there was only one reason why he had to come——

Because of hate.

Because of the deep-rooted hatred.

Hatred is gnawing at his heart all the time, he can't forgive, can't let go, can't let go.

Zhuang Gaoxian fought all over the country, shocked the western border, and attracted the attention of countless people.

But he only saw that Dong A was sitting alone in the rear.

Zhuang Gaoxian is a real person in this world, and Du Ruhui has supernatural powers so far away, when will they have no time to take care of the majestic Deputy Prime Minister Zhuang Guo?

Only in a war about national destiny.

An opportunity like this is once in a lifetime.

Jiang Wang chose to follow his heart.

He didn't greet anyone, he didn't tell An An, and he didn't tell Ye Qingyu. It's not just because he promised Ye Lingxiao that he would not involve Ling Xiaoge.

In the matter of revenge, he was alone.

All the hardships and pains are borne by him alone.

With the help of his invisible clothes, he can come and go freely in Wenhua Pavilion. Enough hatred made him have enough patience, he patiently waited for the opportunity, the moment when Dong A was alone.

It was the first time he observed Dong A from such an angle, the only teacher he had identified with for so long.

He waited for Dong A to handle official duties, waited for Dong A to teach Li Jianqiu, and waited for Dong A to leave Wenhua Pavilion...

Yin Guanshi's hidden clothes should not be seen through. But in the process of moving, it is inevitable that he will show his flaws. Dong A probably discovered him at those times.

It doesn't matter.

When facing each other alone, Jiang Wang had no intention of hiding.

He also didn't want to, when he killed Dong A, Dong A didn't know why he died and who killed him.

Now, on this New Year's Eve, on this long street in the dark.

After a year, he finally saw Dong A again.

The city under his feet was the place he had longed for. During the countless nights in the city temple, of course, he also imagined that one day he would be successful in cultivation, while internally he would be in the court, sorting out state affairs, and externally he would guard the side and benefit the people.

Of course, he had also imagined how majestic he was wearing Zhuanguo's official uniform...

Those young and frivolous, high-spirited...

Those imaginations were shattered.

Broken in that fragmented nightmare.

It is the innocence that wakes up countless times in the middle of the night and can never go back!

This is the first time he has come to Xin'an City, and it is different from any scene he has ever imagined.

But that's the reality, and that's the cruel part of life.

Jiang Wang has already learned to face it.

So he held his sword with a steady hand and a calm expression, staring at Dong-ah quietly.

Dong A still had that unsmiling look, resolute and serious, as if nothing could move him, and there was no factor that could change his attitude.

"Yes. It's been a long time." Dong A said.

The clouds are getting heavier and heavier, the moon has already moved away, and the dark night is full of stars.

It is going to rain. Jiang Wang thought.

No other words are necessary. Jiang Wang knew why he came, and Dong A knew why he came.

So move on.

The two greeted each other at both ends of the long street. Then step forward at the same time and move forward at the same time.

The air is smashed.

They start running.

The figure is too fast to bring out afterimages.

Footsteps stepped on the floor tiles, creating tiny pits.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound was so dense that it seemed that there was only one sound.

The strength of the rebound and the strength of the forward are continuously superimposed, and the two of them have already collided before the breath time has elapsed!

Fist to fist, eye to eye.

In Dong A's eyes, Jiang Wang didn't see any emotion, only seriousness.

In Jiang Wang's eyes, Dong A only saw bloody hatred.

The two settled in the center of the long street, and behind them, the floor tiles cracked one by one, and long cracks spread on both sides. Only the place where they stood was still intact.

The Samadhi True Fire jumped out and jumped onto Dong A's fist.

Dong A waved his hand casually, but the flame didn't go out, on the contrary, half of his fist was burned away!

The vertical palm of the left hand was chopped down with a knife, and the right arm was directly cut off.

The samadhi real fire stuck on this arm is still persistently spreading on the ground.

But Dong A's severed arm quickly sprouted, swelled, grew, and returned to its original state.

As soon as they confronted each other, both sides had already used their supernatural powers!

brush!

A stunning sword light shines.

There is no moon tonight, but it has become a bright moon.

It's not the moon in the sky, but the moon in the world.

The sword light sprinkled into moonlight, extremely soft but inescapable!

Before this, Jiang Wang had never had this sword, but when he saw Dong A, this sword naturally appeared in his heart.

This sword is named Acacia.

No one does not know the moon, and no one does not miss love.

But Jiang Wang's sword is not a lover's love, but a hatred that lasts forever. Eternal like the bright moon, until death!

Countless nights he looked up at the bright moon, but what he saw was Dong A's throat.

Hatred grew in countless nights, and he couldn't get a moment of peace.

Ling He, Zhao Rucheng, Zhao Lang, Wei Yan, Huang Azhan, Tang Dun, Xiao Tiemian... Those people in Fenglin city area may not have to die!

For he once trusted. Dong A, who has been respected and revered, this sword is all his emotions and all his words.

I have thought about killing my teacher with my apprentice for too long!

How respectful I was once, how much I hated later.

This is the "lovesickness" of the sword of Sauvignon Blanc.

When seeing this sword, Dong A already felt all the pain and suffering in Jiang Wang's heart. All that needs no words, all in this sword.

Jiang Wang not only hated Dong A, but also hated himself. He hated himself for believing in the wrong person, for not being able to save Fenglin City where he grew up, and turning his hometown into a dead zone forever.

Hate others, hate yourself. These hatreds weighed heavily on Jiang Wang's heart. Let him be unable to be happy, unable to raise his eyebrows, and be depressed for the rest of his life!

This is an extremely stunning sword, but it is also an extremely heavy sword.

Facing this sword, Dong A swiped his right hand and drew out an iron ruler.

This ruler is upright, solemn and majestic.

One side black, one side white. There are clear distinctions and strict boundaries.

This is the ruler of the two realms, supported by the criminal authority of the Zhuang Kingdom, and it is the famous weapon of the country.

Determine good and evil, determine right and wrong, distinguish clear from turbid, judge life and death.

The iron ruler stood upright, like a sharp blade, resisting the moon-like sword light.

And ask questions, torture the heart.

Should we commit murder in the street?

Murder the dead, should it?

Should apprentices kill teachers?

One foot reached the sword, while Dong A opened his left hand with five fingers and pressed them to the ground.

Throughout the long street, tree buds kept coming out of the ground, smashing the floor tiles, growing and expanding rapidly. All the wooden products scattered on the long street, carts, shelves... Except for the doors and windows of the houses on both sides that are deliberately avoided, all wooden products have undergone mutations.

Giant trees broke through the ground, and thorns danced wildly.

Just for a moment.

The sky and the earth here have become a prison cell, and the blue color is like a cage.