The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

Lai: "Why are you spitting blood, I'll just mention it casually, it's obviously your initiative!"

Master Cao was furious: "You stinky mother-in-law..."

Bai Lian interrupted them: "I'm not interested in watching your dog bite a dog."

She threw the two directly out.

"Doing good but getting no reward, and being yelled at and killed instead, how about this, isn't this plot familiar?"

Bai Lian stared into the swordsman's eyes.

The swordsman gritted his teeth.

no no no no...

This world is not right, and the world outside is not right.

He was wrong, Bai Lian was wrong, and everyone was wrong.

All wrong.

He held the Yuexin Sword tightly, clearly holding the hilt, but blood kept dripping out of his palm.

The blood wetted the snow.

Another sword light fell, directly hacking him to death.

Only this time the swordsman no longer felt pain.

"Wrong, everything is wrong!"

The blood dripping on the snow burned, and his whole body was covered in flames, and it seemed to be burning like a demon who came out of the abyss.

Five points of demonic thoughts, plus five points of paranoia, equals very dark.

The swordsman's breath soared, and he forcibly broke the threshold in front of him and briefly entered the integration period.

Bai took a deep breath: "If this is all your power, then let me break your sword!"

With the name of the Huanxue monarch, she can be compared with the immortal cultivators in the early stage of integration. Although there is a time limit, it is far from being comparable to the half-hearted integration stage like a swordsman.

She abandoned the Wushou sword and flew in front of the swordsman, her fists opened and closed, and every punch fell straight to the swordsman's face.

shattered.

collapse.

smash.

She didn't hold back, she tried her best with every punch, she knew it wasn't enough to kill the swordsman, but it could tear his pride - the strength he was so proud of.

boom.

At a certain moment, Bai Lian grabbed the swordsman's sword.

Violent knee.

click-

In shock, the swordsman found that his Heart-Reading Sword was severely broken by Bai Lian, and then was thrown into the snow, where he was directly crushed into countless broken crystals with his toes.

"My heart is broken, let's do it again."

He remembered such a voice in his ear.

His pillar, his whole, just shattered.

puff.

The swordsman knelt in the snow.

He can't see or hear anything, he just feels that the world is so cold.

Chapter 17 Yellow-leafed tree in the rain, white-headed man under the lamp 4k

Like the sun shining through the night.

There was a new life in that empty world.

...

Idle sorrow is like flying snow, and it melts when you drink it.

Good flowers are like old friends, and the cup is empty with a smile.

heavy snow.

Goose feather snow.

Gu Jiu who opened his eyes did not know when he came to a deserted grass hut.

The beams and columns are rotten, and the north wind is lonely.

The voice whimpered and grieved, like a suona that evoked the soul.

Blizzard also cut through his exposed cheeks like a blade.

Gu Jiu got up from the cold ground, but saw a glass filled with warm wine on the wooden table three feet away from him.

He looked forward to the left again.

There was a sword hanging from the beams and pillars covered with mottled historical traces.

That sword was unremarkable, just like the iron sword that the errand runners in the Jianghu sect casually hang around their waists.

At this moment, Gu Jiu's heart was surprisingly calm.

He forgot where he came from and where he was going.

That being the case, why not sit down and take a sip of warm wine on this cold day before doing what he thinks?

Gu Jiunai sat down.

He held the glass lightly.

The warmth penetrated through the rim of the cup, along the palm of his hand, and penetrated deep into his heart.

Head up and drank.

hula-

The transparent and carefree gan suddenly erupted in Gu Jiu's throat.

This is one step to the fullness of the stomach!

Gu Jiu gently shook the cup in his hand and looked at the snow outside the grass hut. He suddenly wanted to recite the poems of the sages.

"When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into a juvenile branch."

"It's good now..."

Suddenly, a thin figure walked with difficulty from the snow-covered stone path outside the grass hut.

The figure walked quickly.

Gu Jiu only thought for a moment, and when he raised his head again, he was already in a situation where "the mountain has turned and you can't see you".

Only crooked footprints remained on the snow.

very long.

spread all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

"There……"

Gu Jiu, who was immersed in a moment of joy, was lost.

He just found it all very familiar.

This should have been deeply imprinted in his mind like a stencil, but he forgot about it for some unknown reason.

cup.

Gu Jiu's eyes fell on the cup he had just used.

I see.

He got it.

This cup is used to "corrupt" him.

And the sword hanging on the beam is his root!

Gu Jiu held his sword.

In an instant, he remembered everything, and this road was his "farewell" to the past.

And this day is also the day he "farewell" to the past.

Since then, there is no more innocence in his eyes, and his thoughts are no longer as clear as before.

Gu Jiu charged down the mountain with a sword against the wind and snow.

There was a vast expanse of white in front of him, but the closer he got to the village, the faster his heart beat faster.

You still have time!

when he arrived