Hearing this, Murong Xue suddenly raised her head and met Zhang Zhao's eyes. The so-called 10,000 years at a glance is nothing more than that. There is always a hint of déjà vu to be found in him, and the longer you look at each other, the stronger this feeling becomes.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhao heard footsteps next to him, and turned his head to see that it was a man wearing black armor and holding a gray long sword in his hand standing on the other side of the river.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhao protected Murong Xue behind him, and at the same time sacrificed his straight spine ancient knife.

Here, except for the people in their own camp, everyone is an enemy, and only those who survive can get out of here after killing to the end.

Seeing that Zhang Zhao was ready for battle, the man frowned slightly and said, "I'm not here to fight. ”

"So what are you here for? Do you want to ask me to see the scenery?"

Zhang Zhao felt that the strength of the other party was above him, at least the realm of a seventh-level god king, if he fought, he had to give all his strength, and he would not allow any mistakes to defeat him.

"To be precise, I'm not here for you, I'm here for this girl. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, an elderly woman stepped out of the bushes behind the riverbank. The old lady had a kind face, snow-white hair, and a rickety figure, and it seemed that half of her feet had already stepped into the coffin.

When the old lady appeared, Zhang Zhao completely relaxed his vigilance and flew over with Murong Xue.

"Girl, do you know how to heal?"

Murong Xue nodded and said, "It will be a little." ”

"My mother is frail and sickly, and when it rains on a cloudy day, she can't get out of bed, can you help take a look?"

Murong Xue helped the old lady sit on a big stone, and then checked her pulse.

Seeing that such an old person could be chosen by Heaven to come to this martial arts exercise that exterminated humanity, Zhang Zhao's heart was like overturning the spice jar, and he had mixed tastes for a while, especially not a taste.

When Murong Xue was checking the old lady's pulse, the old lady's breath became weaker and weaker, and in the end, she could no longer maintain a sitting posture and lay on the stone.

"Sword!"

The man in the black armor knelt down on his knees and said with a smile: "Mother, I am here." ”

"You have to live well, my proud family has only produced a martial arts wizard for thousands of years, you must not have anything to do, otherwise, I will not have the face to face the ancestors and ancestors." ”

The old lady's voice grew quieter and quieter, and finally she closed her eyes gently.

"Mother, mother!"

Ao Jian hugged his mother and cried bitterly, Murong Xue got up, looked at Zhang Zhao, and shook her head helplessly.

Zhang Zhao opened his spiritual eyes, and he saw a ghost soldier coming from not far away, probably to ask for a soul.

"The old lady is at the end of her life, and she didn't die of illness, which can be regarded as a blessing, let's mourn. ”

After a long time, after Ao Jian's mood eased a little, he stood up, sighed, and said, "Obviously there is not much time left, but you still have to be chosen, and you have to worry about me before you die." ”

"My name is Aojian, and although you didn't help much, thank you very much for coming. ”

Proud Sword stretched out a hand of friendship and introduced himself.

Zhang Zhao stretched out his hand, clasped it tightly, and said, "Zhang Zhao, this is Murong Xue." ”

As the so-called heroes cherish each other, Zhang Zhao and Ao Jian both feel that each other's strength is extraordinary, and they have helped just now, which is also familiar, but the current environment has created that the two of them are destined not to become friends, I have to say that God always loves to play tricks on people, and the most difficult people to meet will meet in the worst time period every time.

"Why don't we make an alliance for the time being, and have a fair showdown in the end?"

At this time, Proud Sword was the first to propose an alliance. Through his filial piety to his mother, Zhang Zhao concluded that this proud sword's character was not bad, and his cultivation was also high, so he was naturally very willing to form an alliance with him.

"Okay, in the end, no matter who wins or loses, Miss Murong must be taken out alive. ”

Ao Jian glanced at Murong Xue, nodded, and said, "Although she is not in the same city as me, my mother died of natural causes after all, and there may be exceptions, I promise you." ”

After reaching an agreement, the three formed a team for the time being. The stronghold is under this waterfall, Zhang Zhao cultivates during the day, and Murong Xue and Ao Jian protect him for the Dharma. At night, the two of them cultivated, and Zhang Zhao gave them Dharma protection.

In this way, in the illusion of martial arts, the three of them practiced for three days, and everything seemed extraordinarily comfortable, and no one disturbed them.

In these three days, Zhang Zhao's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has reached the middle stage of the God King Realm, while the proud sword has reached the fourth level of the middle stage. Even Murong Xue has entered the realm of a twelfth-level god general.

After three days of comfort, everyone seemed to have forgotten what kind of environment this was in, and thought that they were all in the outside world, and they were cultivating normally.

Until a loud bang came from another hill.

"Let's go, go over and have a look!"

Hearing the explosion, Zhang Zhao rushed over first.

Climbing over a mountain, Zhang Zhao saw three men walking in a group in the jungle not far away, chasing and killing a woman.

Under the siege of the three, the woman was already seriously injured, but under the instinctive urging, she refused to give up and fled for her life.

"What should we do if we bully more and less, should we help?"

Zhang Zhao looked at the seriously injured woman, and saw that her cultivation was not bad, and she had reached the second level of the middle stage of the God King, far higher than the other three, but there were many people on the other side, so she was at a disadvantage.

Zhang Zhao slowly pulled out the Straight Spine Ancient Knife and said softly: "It's always good to have one more friend, let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Zhang Zhao burst out instantly, jumped into the air in one step, and slashed down one of them.

A knife qi one palm wide and one meter long slashed out horizontally, and the latter didn't have time to react, and his body was directly split in two.

Seeing this scene, the proud sword on the side was stunned, and while he was glad that he recognized his teammates, he was also glad that he was fortunate that he was not his enemy.

Before the latter had time to react, one person had already been killed. The other two were stunned, and before they could escape, they saw the wild sand sweeping in the sky, and the sand dunes in the hands of the proud sword had already merged with the heavens and the earth, locking the two of them tightly in a very small area.

"Ten steps to kill in an instant!"

The words settled, and the arrogant sword clenched the long sword of the sand dune, turning into a sword in the wild sand in front of him, interspersed back and forth five times, cutting out a total of ten swords, and finally walked calmly, without even turning back.

After a while, the wild sand dissipated, and the two people who were locked by the wild sand also died.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhao gave a thumbs up to Aojian in his heart, and at the same time was glad to have formed an ally with him.