天色渐渐暗了下来,而天边的那一抹云彩,在季风的撕扯下,变幻出许多的景象,又和残阳一起渐行渐远,直至消亡。云之远殇楔子关飞很想哭,但他不允许自己掉下哪怕一滴泪。黑衣人居高临下斜睨着关飞。关飞的双腿都受了伤,他半跪着,后背却挺得笔直。他可以死,却不能向敌人屈服。“是条汉子。”黑衣人又一掌劈下去,关飞不及躲避,正中面部,瞬间便喷出一大口浓烈的鲜血。 The sky gradually dimmed, and the touch of clouds on the horizon, in the monsoon tear, changing a lot of scenes, but also with the residual sun drifting away, until the demise. The cloud far wedge off fly very much want to cry, but he does not allow himself to fall even a tear. Hailing in black under the Huanzhe Guan Fei. Guan Fei’s legs were injured, half kneeling, but the back is very straight. He can die, but he can not give in to the enemy. “Is a man. ” Black people and another palm split down, Guan Fei can not escape, the middle of the face, instantly spit out a large thick blood.