At this moment, a figure that looked like a god suddenly rang out of the air.

"Come, stop!"

A figure appeared on the roof of the inn in front of him. Under the moonlight, he was wearing armor, holding a long sword with bright light, and a cloak behind him was Ding Muchen's inner demon.

"Hehe..."

In the sky, countless black figures flew over. When you looked closely, there were a large group of dense gargoyles approaching the village.

"court death?"

As Ding Muchen raised his hand, a white sword light flew across the air and instantly split into countless channels. Suddenly, all the gargoyles in the sky were split into pieces, and a bloody rain spread outside the village.

...

"Tsk tsk..."

In the distance, a figure in a Confucian shirt fell on the roof dozens of meters away from Ding Muchen, holding an old-fashioned tape recorder in his hand, and thought: "I'm here Fan Yi, see Lord He Xi, this time I'm not going to go here for anything else, nor for assassination of Lost Leaf. Such a false thing is not something my Confucian disciple should do, it's just..."

He stretched his head and looked at Lao Ding's room and said, "Can Lord Lost Ye be there? If you are there, Xiao Fan wants to present a song here, which is also suitable for the situation and is in line with his mood."

Ding Muchen held the long sword with his sword in full spirit: "Are you looking for death?"

Fan Yi yelled repeatedly and laughed: "No matter what, I'm here, I'm here. This must be played."

As he said that, he placed the recorder on the roof and pressed the play button.

...

Immediately, the song inside began to echo—

We don't know how to express love, hate, and love

I thought it was just an ancient rumor

How painful is the sorrow of parting? How strong is the pain

When the dream is buried in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River

Only when your heart is broken can you understand

...

"Damn it!"

Ding Muchen rushed over with a sword and directly slashed the recorder to pieces. At this moment, Ding Muchen was furious.

"Yo ho~~~"

Fan Yi retreated quickly, his body turned into a ray of light and flew towards the mountains, but he saw a series of giant thrones rising from the mountains, dozens of them. Fan Yi laughed and said, "If you understand, you will understand. Ding Muchen, this Jiangnan is you, but Su Xiran, and the great shame and humiliation in his heart. But do you really dare to face it? Behind me, there are dozens of thrones from all walks of life. Do you dare to come?"

"Damn..."

Ding Muchen gently waved his long sword, his cloak flew behind him, and a smile on his lips: "This battle has nothing to do with life and death, but my father's inner demon will be killed by me, Ding Muchen!"

On this evening, he rushed towards the distant mountains like a meteor falling to the ground, without hesitation.

"Help Ding Muchen!"

Lin Yixin, Lin Wan'er, Dongchengyue, Su Xiran and others turned into streams of light and rushed into the distant mountains.

...

In front of the window, everyone thought he was drunk, but not drunk Lao Ding, just looked at the distant mountains with his window. Under the moonlight, he burst into tears. Who would he tell me about the difficulties and hardships of the road?
Chapter completed!