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What was home?

Home is your shelter from the wind, is your stop post station, is your warm home.

Home is a large umbrella, for you shelter from wind and rain; home is a carrying pole, for you to stir up bitterness; home is a light, for you to bring light.

There are parents at home, parents love, with you as warm as ever.

If motherly love is water, support you to walk far away.

Then fatherly love is the mountain, is you can feel the temperature, but also feel unreachable, is to protect you the way forward, and is also the height that you have to spend your whole life to reach.

Yang Muyun loosened his grip on his sword and stared at Qu Fong. However, the one he was looking at now wasn't his enemy, but his father.

He seemed to see that night ten years ago, when his father was also so fearless and so strong.

His father had given his life in exchange for his own future, and now, Qu Rong was using her own life in exchange for Cui Cui's future.

How similar was this scene, yet somewhat different.

On that night ten years ago, Yang Qing did not have a choice.

Ten years later, Qu Rong had the chance to make his choice.

However, he did not choose to do so. In other words, he had already made his choice.

Cui Banyan's choice was a grudge. He would no longer allow the hatred to continue, and at the same time, he would choose death.

"Why did you choose me?" Yang Muyun asked, "Why didn't you run away now?"

"Run?" Cui Rong smiled, "Ten years ago, your father clearly had the chance, but he didn't run away. Do you know why?"

When Yang Muyun heard Cui Rong's question, he didn't say anything.

"Because we're all the same kind of people, and we have our own family behind us, so we definitely won't take a step back."

"Is it worth it?" Yang Muyun trembled, "Cui Cui will lose his father."

"I believe you!" Cui Rong smiled, looked at Yang Muyun and said, "He still has a brother like you."

"I promise you." Yang Muyun lowered his head, "I will take good care of Cui Cui."

"From today onwards, as long as I, Yang Muyun, still have one breath left, she won't be harmed in the slightest."

"Even if I die, she will live!"

Yang Muyun raised his head, exploding with true qi.

Alright!" "With a long howl towards the sky, Qu Rong gripped his dagger tightly. His true energy had fused with Yang Muyun's, suppressing the entire audience.

The ice of hatred allowed them to start cooperating and working together.

They did not speak, but the two of them were already on the same side. They only had one enemy, and that was the Black Armored Army.

Hong Lei looked at the two people in front of him, and his expression turned even more serious. He had misjudged Yang Muyun's strength, so he suffered a loss. Now that he had Cui Bong with him, he had even more confidence.

He only saw the two of them muttering to themselves before their killing intent locked onto him.

"They are indeed in the same group …" Hong Lei muttered. He heard the long cry of the Rain Sword and the bright light of the sword again. Killing intent instantly filled the entire area.

Yang Muyun and Cui Rong naturally felt Hong Lei's attack. They didn't think that Hong Lei would still be able to unleash such power. Could it be that he still had other moves that he hadn't used yet?

"Hahaha." Hong Lei laughed heartily, "Do you think that I, Hong Lei, have practiced martial arts for so many years, and can only stand there?"

"Today, I will show you what strength is!"

As he spoke, Hong Lei's aura became extremely gloomy and frightening. The Rain Sword was also covered by a black mist.

Yang Muyun was watching from the other side, as if he could see the shadow of Wang Gu when he attacked him.

"It's time for us to do it. This isn't a simple move." Qu Rong bent his waist as he spoke softly to Yang Muyun.

"Yes." Yang Muyun nodded his head, agreeing with Cui Bong's view.

"Attack!" Yang Muyun shouted.

Before he could finish his words, Yang Muyun and Cui Bong stepped out at the same time. They circulated their true energy and rushed towards Hong Lei.

Hong Lei was also preparing himself to meet the enemy.

However, at this time, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Boom!" A figure descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the battle between the two sides.

The person pointed his toes and floated in the air. Not a speck of dust was stirred up.

"The power of a god!" Cui Bong and Yang Muyun's expressions were grave as they simultaneously stopped what they were doing and withdrew their Zhen Qi, taking a few steps back.

Floating in the air was a sign of the Heaven Realm. The two of them naturally knew about it.

Who was this person, and what was his purpose for suddenly appearing? Was he an enemy?

These questions were all unknown for a time.

Seeing the sudden appearance of this person, Hong Lei was no longer able to react. With the strength of his body, the sword qi was gone, and he could no longer turn around like an arrow that had been released from a bow.

Its power was immense, its skin rolled layers of dust as it flew into the sky.

"Break!" When the person saw Hong Lei's killing intent, he actually only raised a finger and tapped lightly.

All of the power contained in this attack was blocked by that single finger attack, and then it vanished into nothingness.

How was this possible? Hong Lei was shocked. He was unable to believe that his move had been so easily blocked.

Cui Rong and Yang Muyun, who were standing not far away, were also astonished. This person was truly powerful.

At this time, they could clearly see the appearance of the person who just arrived.

He wore a long blue robe, and his shoes were on the ground. A treasured sword hung from his waist. Her face was delicate and pretty, with a long beard on her chin. Her hair was tied up with a blue ribbon, making her look like she was in her forties.

These were all the most important points. The most important point was that a big gossip was printed on the back of his robe.

Within the martial arts world, only the clothes of two great sects would have gossip printed on them.

One was the sect led by Wu Dang, the other was the Eight Extreme Sword Sect which focused on swordsmanship.

The people of Wu Dang were all wearing white clothes like immortals. Their dao intents were extraordinary. However, this person did not have the otherworldly feeling of an otherworldly being. Instead, he was like a sheathed sword.

"Eight Extreme Sword Sect!" When Cui Rong had sent out all her possibilities, she instantly deduced that the person in front of her was an expert from the Eight Extreme Sword Sect.

"Eight Extreme Sword Sect?" Yang Muyun never thought that the expert in front of him would be someone from the Eight Level Sect.

Didn't they say that the Eight Extreme Sword Sect didn't ask about matters of the martial arts world? Why was he interfering in the fight between them now?

However, Yang Muyun's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Hong Lei. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up, as if he knew what was going on.

When Yang Muyun instantly understood the situation, Hong Lei also instantly reacted. At this moment, he was drenched in cold sweat and was extremely nervous.

BOOM! "Boom!

Before he could figure out what was going on, there was a loud noise.

The clanging of armor, the clattering of iron hooves on the ground, and the sound of metal lances were all approaching.

At this time, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the end of the road, where the sound was coming from.

There appeared another armed force.

Right in front of the army, a soldier was carrying a large flag, which had a banner on it — Li!