V3.C32 (1/2)

”White!” A cool and elegant figure falls on the ”new lonely peak”, and the trace of wind returning from the original place calls a disciple's name.

Inside the bamboo house, there is no response. The wind trace inexplicably has a bad premonition in his heart. He pushes the door and enters. No one is inside.

”Well...” With a little meditation, he went out of the bamboo house again and stood on the top of the peak to look out into the distance.

Suddenly, a pain in my heart, as if I had lost a person of vital importance. My cold sword eyes condensed and looked far away. I didn't want to jump from the peak.

Following the wind and feeling in his heart, he went all the way. When he came to a vast forest, his uneasiness became more intense.

It seemed that there was an extremely fierce battle here. All around were destroyed. He saw the white figure in the distance at a glance. When he came to his body, he had no breath.

The broken sacrificial magic sword fell beside me. There were many wounds on my body which were drawn by weapons. The trace of wind picked up the corpse of AI Tu, and the tentacles were cold.

”White dress...” The fist slowly clenched up, a drop of tears from the corner of his eye, and then opened his eyes, was full of cold killing intention.

”No matter who it is, I will never let it go.” Holding the corpse of his beloved disciple, he closed his eyes and felt the sword in the wind. In his mind, he saw the battle scene not long ago.

The figure of the enemy did not appear, but the overwhelming light was extremely obvious. After half a ring, he opened his eyes and wondered who the enemy was.

He picked up his white clothes and went to the lonely peak. Half a day later, a new grave appeared on the lonely peak.

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At the gathering place of thunderbolt people, Su Huan Zhen is working out a detailed strategy for the next step in the house. With his cautious character, he wants to visit all forces one by one, and then judge the enemies and friends.

At this time, a letter suddenly shot into the house, a received, he issued a doubt, waiting to go out to look for, but no one has seen.

Open the envelope, the content is very short, and the writing is very careful, is written with the left hand, the handwriting is not good-looking, but the content makes his face change.

At this time, the Sword Fairy trace into his house, see his appearance can not help but ask, ”Su is really, what happened?”

The letter slowly pressed down, Su also really said in a deep voice, ”I don't know who sent the message. The white sword died in the hand of the man named Gilgamesh.”

”Well?”

”The one who provoked Qiyu that day.” See sword son fairy trace doubt, vegetable return really hastily explain a way.

Meanwhile, the face of Jianzi immortal trace also changed and said, ”Oh, that's not good. I'm afraid it's hard to do well with the character of wind trace. But that day I saw the words and deeds of the man in the golden armor. I'm afraid that he is an extreme self. It's very likely that he will kill the white clothes. But who sent this letter? I'm afraid there is something fishy in this matter

Su still really nodded, ”that's exactly what I'm worried about, but in any case, the wind trace can't happen. He's one of our strongest fighting forces. Sword. Please go and find the whereabouts of this Gilgamesh. No matter whether there is a plot or not, the murderer will pay his life. I will inform others to support you.”