Miao Zhi, who was going straight around the intricate path, was dizzy, and she turned around and walked back, but now she couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

Miao Zhi wanted to use the sun in the sky to discern the lower direction, but God seemed to be intent on going against her, and the scorching sun hung above her head and couldn't tell at all.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and as far as the eye could see, a somewhat dilapidated pavilion stood alone in the dense weeds in front of him.

Miao Zhi sighed, now she can only go to the pavilion to rest, she doesn't want to be burned to death by this scorching sun.

Sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, Miao Zhi could finally catch her breath, and when she was frowning and thinking about how she should go back, there was a sound of "ding, ding, dangdang" not far away.

Miao Zhi's face was happy, and she didn't care about the sore soles of her feet that had already walked, and got up and walked quickly in the direction of the sound.

After running for a while, I turned a rockery, and a dilapidated palace appeared in front of me, and even the palace walls surrounding the palace were already in ruin. That's where the "jingling" sound comes from.

Miao Zhi was a little puzzled in her heart, but she was helpless at the moment, who called herself lost, thinking about it, she couldn't help but walk towards the dilapidated palace wall that didn't even have a gate.

Jumping into the courtyard from the gap in the wall, as soon as he turned around, a behemoth fell from the sky, Miao Zhi was so frightened that she almost screamed, but she subconsciously covered her mouth, quickly squatted down, and hid herself in the tall weeds.

When I looked closely, a masked man dressed in black had a long sword wound on his chest, the bloody wound was terrifying, and then the whites of his eyes turned outward, he was already dead.

Miao Zhi was a little scared, and the sound of "jingle bell" was getting closer and closer to where she was hiding. Suddenly, a sentence of "Qimang be careful" came clearly.

Miao Zhi was shocked, if she heard correctly, it was Yuan Hongxuan who had not been seen in the Wenxiu Hall today.

She quietly stood up and looked out.

In front of the dilapidated palace, at this time, more than a dozen black-clothed people surrounded Qimang and Yuan Hongxuan, and the two parties were obviously in a stalemate.

Qimang, who was holding the long whip, had several sword wounds on his body at the moment, and his gray power suit was showing a little blood. Looking at Yuan Hongxuan in a navy blue robe, his long body was erect, and a slender and sharp sword was held in front of him, although his clothes were a little messy, his face was still cold and picturesque.

From the weeds not far from them, there were faintly visible corpses of black-clothed people around, lying on the ground horizontally.

What's going on? Why did these people kill Yuan Hongxuan? Miao Zhi looked at the black-clothed people from a distance, each with a sharp look, although many of their people died, but the remaining dozen or so people were still acting in an orderly manner, and they looked like well-trained killers.

It's too late, it's too soon. More than a dozen black-clothed figures moved slightly, and they deftly stood in two teams, separating Qimang and Yuan Hongxuan, as if they were about to break them one by one.

Miao Zhi clenched her fists tightly, and fine sweat appeared on her palms and forehead. The anxious eyes kept following Yuan Hongxuan, who was being pressed by the man in black step by step.

His lips pursed tightly, and he turned neatly to dodge the blades of several people's swords, and stabbed the sword in his hand fiercely. The sharp sword sank into his body, and then he pulled it out decisively, bringing out a string of blood beads, and a man in black fell to the ground in response.

Miao Zhi has only seen Yuan Hongxuan, who is always in a wheelchair and looks indifferent, and at this time, he is like two people on weekdays, his handsome posture is like a swimming dragon, his face is resolute and resolute, and his martial arts are extraordinary.

There were several more fights, and the sound of "jingle bell" was endless. Seeing that there were only two black-clothed people left in front of Yuan Hongxuan, but Qimang's right arm was stabbed with another sword, the young man snorted, and his right hand trembled involuntarily, as if he couldn't even hold the long whip.

Yuan Hongxuan's pupils tightened, and he wanted to withdraw to help Qimang. But the two black-clothed men in front of him took advantage of Yuan Hongxuan's distraction moment, quickly flashed forward and stabbed at him with all their might.

Yuan Hongxuan was not in a hurry to dodge, and turned around and stabbed a sword at one of them, but he was no longer able to do anything, and was stabbed in the left abdomen by the other person's long sword.

Miao Zhi hid in the grass and really saw Yuan Hongxuan being stabbed, she was so anxious, she didn't know anything about martial arts, and she couldn't step forward at all, how could this be good.

Yuan Hongxuan didn't have time to think about it, he threw away the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and struck out a big palm, knocking out the black-clothed man who stabbed him.

The two men in black spatted blood and died, and he staggered back a few steps, clutching his injured left abdomen tightly with his hand.