Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

"Sorry, it wasn't you who raised my grandfather."

Seeing that Ye Xiaochai was at a loss, Hua Feihua explained awkwardly.

Hua Feihua, together with Wu Jiansheng and Yi Chunhan, were arrested and taken to the Solitary Castle of Earthsea. Instead of being challenged, they were treated as guests and listened to Feng Yuelin telling stories about long ago.

Feng Yuelin's face showed sadness: "It was that bitch who ruined the relationship between me and your great-grandfather, making it impossible for our mother and son to get together! Xiaochai, I will make it up to you."

"Ho."

Ye Xiaochai looked at Feng Yuelin and then at Feng Yue Morong, who had a cold face. He couldn't believe that he would have a brother.

"Go somewhere with me."

Fengyue Morong took the lead to walk out of the Solitary Castle of Earth Sea, and then crossed a stone bridge built over a deep stream.

The deep stream is connected to a white river and hidden into the mountains.

Yanshan Yufeng Renjiang Chao.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yue Mo Rong's residence was so empty and lonely. Compared with the lonely castle on Earth and Sea surrounded by flowers and splendid flowers all year round, it was like a completely different world.

What surprised Ye Xiaochai even more was that there was a huge stone statue standing by the river. The face of the stone statue seemed to be cut out with a sword. The lines were cold and rough, but the face was just like his own.

At this time, a beautiful girl in red clothes and red hair came up to her happily. When she saw Ye Xiaochai, she stopped hesitantly.

"Feng Yue Mo Rong, what is this?"

"Ye Xiaochai, the crazy swordsman."

"Wow, he is Ye Xiaochai! Why do he look so similar to you?"

Fengyue Morong's tone became colder and colder: "Sang Rou, I told you not to come here again."

"Aren't we friends? Why don't you let me come to visit you."

Keng! Keng!

A cold knife and a cold sword were unsheathed at the same time.

Sang Rou was shocked and raised her angry eyebrows: "Feng Yue Mo Rong, you are crazy!"

"If you practice it to the lower level, you can kill a hundred; if you practice to the middle level, you can kill thousands; if you practice to the upper level, you can kill one person."

"This is what the lunatic who lives in Jianqi Daoqian said."

"He is not a madman, he is my master. The last state of Cailianruo loss is loss. If you want to truly understand the upper state, you can only kill one person."

"Do you really want to kill me?"

Sang Rou still couldn’t believe it.

"I can kill him first."

Yanyu and Jiang Chao in Fengyue Morong's hands turned around and aimed at Ye Xiaochai.

"Ye Xiaochai, maybe you have never known my existence, but Fengyue Morong has always lived in your shadow since she was born. Ye Xiaochai, this is very unfair."

"Ho?"

It was another surprise that puzzled Ye Xiaochai, and it was also an surprise that he had no time to understand because the sword was already coming.

"Let our swords put an end to this unfairness, and let the sharp smoke and sword rain be without trace!"

The knife is a killing knife.

The sword is a bone-crushing sword.

If a person has been taught by his mother for a long time that he is just an accessory of another person and a superfluous existence, then can this person grow up normally?

Ever since Feng Yue Mo Rong could remember, his mother Feng Yuelin had been telling him that his father didn't love them and her son, so he took his brother Ye Xiaochai away with another woman.

Her father was dead, and the woman was captured by her mother and imprisoned in the basement of the Lonely Castle.

His mother told him that only by defeating Ye Xiaochai could their mother and son be proud and prove that their father was wrong to leave them. Especially when the name of Ye Xiaochai, the crazy swordsman and swordsman, began to be spread in the world, Feng Yue Mo Rong's hatred reached its peak.

The stone statue by the river was carved by Feng Yue Mo Rong facing his own face. Countless mornings and dusk, countless springs and autumns, he practiced swordsmanship in front of this stone statue and spent his lonely years. Until one day, Sang Rou, an evil hunter in the wasteland, broke in.

Sang Rou's frankness and cheerfulness gradually melted Feng Yue Mo Rong's indifference, giving him the first and only friend in his life.

Soon after, his mother sent him to the Sword Prisoner's Cut, where he became a disciple of the swordsman who was haunted by ghosts but full of murderous intent. His qualifications were approved by the swordsman, and his swordsmanship also improved by leaps and bounds.

But Feng Yue Mo Rong's pursuit was not to surpass his master, but to accumulate the pain of his elder brother over a long period of time.

Only by defeating Ye Xiaochai can Feng Yue Mo Rong live a good life.

Ye Xiaochai didn't know that there was a brother and an opponent in the distant Dihai Gubao. The moment Yanyu Jiangchao slashed him, he was shocked to realize that Fengyue Morong was filled with hatred, blocking all his escape routes.

You can only move forward.

Keng! Keng!

The two weapons Ye Xiaochai used at this time were the Taiwu artifacts that Su Huanzhen had obtained for him from the ancient martial arts tribe, named "Silent Madness" and "Wuxin Zhimo".

Wind blades, sword tides, and cold light flooded the world.

Silently, heartlessly, the cold light tears through the mountains and rivers.

Bang bang bang bang!

The four weapons intersected, and fierce sparks burst out. The surrounding vegetation was destroyed, the river splashed with waves several feet high, and the ground where the two of them were was cracked.

One person attacked bravely, and the other defended calmly. The first move was duel, but there was no winner.

Before the remaining energy disappeared, Feng Yue Mo Rong struck again. The rising fighting spirit made the light of the sword even more intense. It even ignited the air around him, making a roar like a red-hot iron.

Feeling Feng Yue Mo Rong's unstoppable murderous intent, Sang Rou, who was watching, kept retreating until she was ten feet away.

"Feng Yue Mo Rong, Ye Xiaochai, please stop fighting!"

"Stop it!"

No one stopped, and years of resentment condensed into Feng Yue Mo Rong's inner demons, advancing step by step and ruthlessly.

Ye Xiaochai, who has rich experience in actual combat, never loses his sense of proportion and always avoids critical moments by just a hair. It is easy to make a move but difficult to withdraw the force. Only a true master can leave room for death in the decisive battle.

Ye Xiaochai's mercy was undoubtedly an insult to Feng Yue Mo Rong.

Suddenly, a majestic force burst out from Feng Yue Mo Rong's body, rushing straight into the nine heavens, forming a faint sky tide, connecting the sea and sky, and covering the mountains and rivers.

"The wind and moon are gone, the earth, sea and sky are cut off by the tide!"

"Ho!"

Ye Xiaochai raised his swords together and reflected each other in the air, shocking the stars and changing the color of the sky.

No black, no white, no sword, no sword, no mind, no thoughts, no madness!

As Ye Xiaochai's heart sword came out, all the surrounding rocks were chopped into pieces, and the towering stone statue made a loud bang and turned into rubble all over the ground.

"Uh!"

Feng Yue Morong groaned and covered her arm. At the last moment, Ye Xiaochai moved the sword that could kill Feng Yue Morong away a few inches.

"I lost, but my battle with you is not over."

Feng Yue Mo Rong picked up the fallen mist, put it behind her back, and walked away.

"Hey, are you going to Sword Prisoner's Sword Cut to find that lunatic again?"

Sang Rou hurriedly saluted Ye Xiaochai and ran away after Feng Yue Morong.

Sword prisoner?

Ye Xiaochai thought for a moment, but did not choose their direction, but turned back to the Solitary Castle on the Earth Sea. There were still too many mysteries about her mother that had not been solved.

Just as he turned around, Ye Xiaochai vaguely felt that something was missing. (End of chapter)