On the dirt slope, the murderous aura gradually dissipated, and Wu Bei gasped for breath, as if the person who almost drowned had just escaped.

Chen Ti succeeded in his sword, so he stopped making a move, and threw the sword back lightly with his backhand, and Tu Su crossed a rounded arc, straight into Lu Rong's hand, and entered the ground one foot.

Meng Da's face was bloodless, as if he had been pointed, he was stunned for a moment, suddenly let out a wail, pressed the wound of the broken arm with his only right hand, bent down in pain, and sweated.

Chen Ti snorted and said coldly: "I'll keep you with an arm, as for whether you can live or not, I don't care." Then he turned and walked back.

Meng Da gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you?!" ”

Chen Ti said contemptuously: "You only came to ask when you suffered a loss?" After that, he didn't stop walking, and he didn't care about Lu Rong, and went straight to touch the top of Huzi's head.

Meng Da endured the pain and sealed the acupoints in his shoulder to stop the bleeding, his eyes did not look for his broken arm, and saw that the broken arm was on a pile of graves not far away, and the five fingers were still tightly holding the short sword, the meridians twitched, and the arm trembled as if he was still struggling and unwilling. And the place where it was cut off was already blurred with flesh and blood, and it was rotten, and it definitely couldn't be connected.

Meng Da's heart was extremely painful, his eyes were scarlet like blood, sad, unwilling, angry, scared, and regretful emotions haunted his heart, he debuted for more than ten years, and he had never been defeated like this, and his left arm was cut off. I have been practicing left-handed swords since I was a child, and I have already set the shape, if I want to change to a right-handed sword, it will be difficult to climb to the sky, and my future martial arts path may end here. Thinking of this, Meng Da's heart was like a knife, and he couldn't wait to break the corpses of several people in front of him.

Impulsiveness and reason kept fighting, Meng Da endured the severe pain and grief and indignation in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "Your Excellency, the Lechi Sword Sect has written it down, and I will definitely visit you in the future!" Then he turned and left.

Meng Da is not ruthless, he really swears, no matter how unfathomable the sloppy old man is, but with the hundreds of years of heritage of the Lechi Sword Sect in the rivers and lakes, and with the good status of the Meng family in the political and military circles of Qinzhou, he swears that these three lives are better than death!

A hoarse voice behind him, mixed with thick gasps, said in a low voice, "Who said you could go?" ”

Meng Da paused when he heard this, his face was hideous, and then he shook his head self-deprecatingly and continued to walk away.

Lu Rong first bowed to the ground, gasped for breath, and then slowly straightened his waist and got up. ”

A deep bone scar on his neck and shoulder, his face was pale, and his lips were dark purple. Every gasp is like sharpening a blunt knife. There was a bloody hole on the left side of the heart, the flesh was turned over, and the blood was gurgling out, even if the injury was so serious, Lu Rong still had red eyes, gritted his teeth and pushed Wu's back away, and shouted: "Who let you go?" Come on, keep going! ”

Chen Ti looked at Lu Rong, who was covered in blood, with great interest, wanting to see what else he could do in such a situation.

Seeing that Meng Da didn't stop, Lu Rong took a breath, endured the severe pain, dragged Tu Su, and with one crooked step, he was about to chase after him.

Wu Bei was shocked in his heart, and he didn't care about anything else, he came to Chen Ti in two steps, and said hurriedly: "Can't let him go!" If he leaves, Lu Rong will be in danger! ”

Chen Ti looked indifferent and said, "I only protect him and don't kill for him." ”

Wu Bei gritted his teeth and made up his mind that since Chen Ti was unwilling to kill, he had no choice but to go up and stop him. Otherwise, if someone thinks about Zhao Jingde and speculates the slightest clue, he and Lu Rong will definitely face a monstrous disaster.

Wu Bei has grown so big, and he has never had the intention of killing, who would have thought that the first time was not on the battlefield, but in this bleak and gloomy place of bones. But he himself never noticed that along the way with Lu Rong, he saw his various actions, his stubbornness, his blood, his hoe to help the weak, and unconsciously began to gradually expect Lu Rong to give Youzhou Wanhu a people's peace in the future.

Quickly catching up with Meng Da, Wu Bei stopped in front of him from a distance, he saw all the scenes just now, he knew that his level was lower than Lu Rong, not to mention Meng Da, who was still fighting in a trapped beast!

Meng Da was as hideous as a ghost, and two words popped out of his teeth: "Get out!" ”

Wu held his breath and stood still. He had no weapon in his hand, and he relied on it as a sign of courage in his chest.

Chen Ti sighed, and finally moved, but instead of walking towards Meng Da, he stepped forward and pressed Lu Rong's shoulder, and said coldly: "Why don't you hurry up?" Do you really want to die here? ”

In fact, he didn't care about Meng Da's background at all, even if the entire Lechi Sword Sect and even the Qinzhou martial arts masters were exhausted, he was confident that he could protect Lu Rong and Wu Bei. Just seeing that Meng Da can travel far away without leaving, he knows that this person's heart is extremely arrogant, and if he is stopped at this time, it will definitely arouse his ferocity.

The move just now, although it seemed to outsiders that Meng Da had no power to fight back, Chen Ti knew that this young talent of the Lechi Sword School was indeed extraordinary, and he had a faint success.

Meng Da was stunned when he heard this, his face was cloudy, and finally laughed wildly, and shouted: "I didn't expect that I, Meng Da, also have today!" He looked at the three of them viciously, remembered them in his heart, nodded with a cruel smile, lifted the only remaining trace of energy, and fled away.

Wu Bei was shocked, looked at Meng Da and went away, knowing that he could no longer catch up, and turned around and glared at Chen Ti.

Chen Ti stretched out his hand to grab the sword in Lu Rong's hand, only to feel that Lu Rong's five fingers were tightly gripped, and he didn't let go at all, so he had to use some tricks to snatch it away.

Lu Rong seemed to have been robbed of his beloved things, turned around and used all his strength to shake off Chen Ti's hand, regardless of the fact that he was tripped and stumbled, he struggled to stabilize his body, his face was hideous, he raised his hand and pointed at Chen Ti's nose, gritted his teeth and said, "Mind your!" Why did you let him go? ”

Chen Ti looked sarcastic, looked at Lu Rong condescendingly, and snorted: "Because you lost." ”

"I didn't lose!" Lu Rong is crazy like a ghost.

"You've already lost." Chen Ti sneered all over his face, eager to kick the stubborn man in front of him to death.

"You fart! I can fight again! ”

"Fight again! If it weren't for me, you'd be fucking dead! Chen Ti's heart was on fire, he grabbed Lu Rong's collar, raised his sword and pointed at Zhao Jingde's grave, and scolded: "Who are you doing like a bear for!" Give me? To him? Or to the man in the grave? Let me tell you, if it weren't for Zhao Jingde, you would have died eighteen years ago! ”

Chen Ti hated the person who was in a hurry to say death, and his hand that grabbed Lu Rong's collar couldn't help but exert force, and clenched it into a fist.

"Lao Tzu promised Lu Yuan, but the fuck is in no mood to care about you, a bitch who is bent on death!"

After Chen Ti finished speaking, he overthrew Lu Rong to the ground, flicked his wrist, and threw the sword directly in front of Lu Rong, and said sharply: "If you want to die, you will break yourself!" ”

Lu Rong was lying on the ground on all fours, and the grief in his heart was like a mountain, because of Uncle De's sentence "Don't cry, if you cry, you will lose" and endure until now, Lu Rong, who has endured it until now, finally burst into tears and screamed loudly.

Chen Ti narrowed his eyes and turned around to stop looking.

The yin wind gusted, like crying, and the endless Qinling Mountains in the distance supported half of the gloomy sky like an ancient giant.

There seemed to be a faint cry from afar, and I don't know if there was a new mourner in any family, and he was buried in peace.

I don't know how long it took, but the three of them stood like this, and no one said anything.

Finally, Lu Rong slowly sat up, gasping for breath, he supported his body and stood up with all his strength.

Chen Ti snorted coldly: "Finished venting? Got it? ”

Lu Rong didn't say a word, tears and blood melted on his face, but a funny face was filled with incomparable perseverance, wiped away the blood and tears on his face, and pulled out Tu Su who was inserted on the ground. The huge movement stimulated him to cough up blood.

Chen Ti snorted coldly, waiting to see what he was going to do.

Lu Rong dismantled the bun on his head, raised his horizontal sword, and held a strand of broken hair in his hand. The fingers are slightly loose and swing away with the wind.

Immediately, Lu Rong turned around, knelt down towards Uncle De's tomb from a distance, and kowtowed deeply.

"Uncle De, you have to wait a few years! When you inherit the throne, you will be avenged! ”

Swear to never forget this moment!