Wedge The sounds of fighting and roaring continued on the battlefield, and the sky was covered with clouds and blood flowed like rivers on the ground. The companionship they once had day and night has long since ceased to exist, but now they meet each other with swords in hand. When the two armies fight, one of them will die. "Xie Chengxiao, do you really want to fight me..." Qingbai looked at the person in front of him desperately. "Ha, Qingbai, are you ridiculous? Who slaughtered my entire Xie family? Who killed my father? Who poisoned my mother?" Xie Chengxiao paused here, replaced by a burst of crazy laughter. "Hahaha... Hahahahaha..." He covered his face and grinned in a strange arc. "Xie Chengxiao..." Qingbai felt that the Xie Chengxiao in front of him was more like a madman, a murderer. "What if I said that I didn't do it... Would you turn it on me..." Qingbai's eyes seemed to be filled with only regret, despair, and sadness. Xie Chengxiao's eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. "Qingbai, take a good look at your lovely face. In the past, I would have been unable to do it, but it is different now. Don't forget that we are enemies. No matter whether their death has anything to do with you or not, we can no longer go back to the past." Xie Chengxiao's whole person seemed to be filled with madness for an instant. As the word "kill" resounded through the sky, the two of them only had eyes for each other. Except for the harsh clang of the blades colliding together and the muffled groan of the green cypress being scratched, Xie Chengxiao couldn't hear other sounds at all, as if they were the only ones fighting on the entire battlefield. Two hours passed, and neither side could tell the winner.
Intention: to live
