Seeing a half-hundred-year-old man stumbling to the ground, a guy with a meaty face suddenly pounced on him, punched and kicked, and whipped with a leather whip It seemed that he couldn't solve his hatred......

Zhao Zihan had a fire in his heart, once upon a time, you didn't treat humans as human beings, and you didn't pee and take care of yourself, although you look ugly, how can you not look like a person, but when did your wolf heart and dog lungs become devil's heart?

Silently, Zhao Zihan suddenly dived into the soil, even though there was a deep ditch in front of him, it could not stop his pace of progress, "pop", he was extremely accurate around the ugly thing, "pounce!" A muffled sound, the dog's head of the thing was suddenly divided into two parts of his body, and the bones rolled on the mud ground......

The old man bowed up silently, kept kowtowing, and said in a dumb voice: "Good slaughter, slaughter all these things with human faces and beast hearts, although the old man is still happy to die!" ”

Turning around, he rushed head-on into a group of guys who were fighting with open fire, and in the crackling sound of slashing, several vicious dogs lost their lives again, and suddenly felt several clever breaths approaching, he turned around and left, far away from the direction where the old man had fled, and flew up.

Suddenly feeling that the two breaths behind him were somewhat familiar, he turned his head and was stunned.

"Senior Sister Ziyue, you ......"

"Who is your junior sister?

Under the misty night, Ziyue's eyes flashed, and she approached one step and shouted: "Bold fanatics, dare to come here to die, I think you are tired and crooked, the breeze has changed!" The long sword in his hand suddenly exploded, and under the moonlight, the sword shadow was thousands of times, and the cold light was ten thousand points......

The two of them belong to the same door, of course Zhao Zihan knows this move, and he doesn't want to, stepping on the middle palace, a sword move to crack is about to fly, but Ziyue retreats sharply, and it is a sword like a waterfall, Zhao Zihan only felt that there were stars in front of him, so he had to retreat quickly.

When she raised her eyes, Ziyue had already retreated five zhang away, and behind her, figures came one after another, and about 500 meters away, the breath of the two monsters quickly approached.

Zhao Zihan couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his figure flickered, and suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the top of the mountain thousands of meters away. With reluctance, he looked back from afar, faintly

I could still see the shadow of my sister, who was surrounded by a lot of people and those two monsters with powerful breaths, and she was pointing in the direction of her escape......

One of the figures seemed to be a little familiar, oh, it was Wei Mingcheng, a disciple of the Wuji Palace, where he stood, he was always like a standing jade tree, and it was still easy to recognize.

Senior Sister Ziyue, have you really surrendered to the enemy...... Zhao Zihan only felt that his body seemed to be in pain, but he couldn't tell where the pain was. Oh'er, a gust of wind blew, and his elm head finally slowly opened, and suddenly remembered like lightning: Senior sister's first move, the offensive momentum is obvious, but how did she use it... That trick?

Why did she use the Breeze Change?

This is the third move of Qingyang's nine changes, and this move has a full name, called "The remnant sun is still the same mountain, and the breeze changes". But it's not an offensive move, it's a defensive move... She's offensive, but she's actually completely defensive, what is she doing?

Her second move, that's... That's ......

Zhao Zihan had also used this trick, although it was used wrong at the time, but the original intention of this trick was to cover the escape, junior sister she... She......

I remember that when I practiced sword with my sister in the meadow, when I practiced this trick "the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever", she once said with a smile: What green mountains do not change the green water and flow for a long time, not only is it extremely manlike, but also brings some gangsterism, which is very unsuitable for her daughter's family. I said, if I use this swordsmanship in the future, it will be called "The bright moon was there at that time, and I returned according to the clouds"!

And once again practice this trick swordsmanship, but it is the new funeral of the senior sister's old father, she went down the mountain to take care of her father's funeral and returned to the mountain, lonely and sad, but for no reason the senior brother had to practice the sword. When she used this trick again, she suddenly burst into tears, soaked her clothes, choked up and said: I see this trick... Hmm... Later, if I make... Convenient... It's called..."Daddy and Mom Hugh the suspense"!

Thinking of this, Zhao Zihan's heart was full of haze, although he didn't get along with his junior sister for a long time, but his junior sister's slightly straightforward temperament was just on the surface, she was not a simple girl. The first move is to defend, and the second move is to escape...... The remnant sun is still the same as the old mountain, when the bright moon is there, and the clouds have returned. Daddy and mom are in suspense... Senior sister, the bright moon is here tonight, and there will be colorful clouds tomorrow.

But now, you can't go back?

What do you want to do if you stay in the enemy camp?

...... Thinking about it, he knew in his heart that his junior sister had not rebelled, but he felt even more deeply uneasy in his heart, and after thinking about it for a long time, he just couldn't understand why, so he sighed gloomily, and his figure disappeared under the moonlight.

Two days later, Zhao Zihan arrived outside Changsha.

Along the way, there are few people in the originally smoky countryside, ten rooms and nine empty, and some originally prosperous towns are either ruined or scorched.

Farmers who have been working in villages for generations have been forced to leave their homes and flee into the mountains, and most of those who have not had time to escape have been arrested and sent to makeshift castles to be kept in captivity.

Gradually understanding the truth, the people began to assemble in small groups to resist, and deep in the mountains you can often see a team with a sad face, with swords and spears, steel forks and iron spears, and bowstrings at the waist, and there are also camps set up spontaneously by the fleeing people, women and children cook in unison, men go out to hunt, and children are in charge of sentry......

In this land of deep suffering, the strong people have not given up hope of survival.

Changsha City.

Changsha is a beautiful city, ancient poetry: Dongting looks west at the Chu River, and the water is exhausted in the south sky and no clouds. The sunset in Changsha is far away in autumn, and I don't know how to rest and hang Xiangjun. Another day: The autumn night of the South Lake is smokeless, and it can ride the stream to the sky. And on the moonlight in Dongting, the boat will buy wine and white clouds.

But now this is an empty city, a scorched earth, lonely, empty and cold.

Changsha Xicheng, the southern end of the foothills, there is a zigzag river, the name is Jin River, in the slight autumn breeze, rows of tall reed flowers slowly floating, the bank of the Jin River, a few miles away from the Xiangjiang River, the flat field has become a high and low hill.

Zhao Zihan crouched on the hill, looking at a newly built castle not far from the riverbank, his eyes flickered, and in his spiritual sense, there was an ambush on the other side of the mountain with a team of ragged clothes but high spirits. Looking at the remnants of the western sky, he knew that this group of people must be preparing to rob the camp at night, or that their relatives, elders, brothers and sisters were imprisoned in the castle.

Although there is no absolute master in the castle, the foothills are just a stone's throw away, where the atmosphere is chaotic, there are groups of monks, and a nest of monsters. These people are brave and brave, but they are just some civilians, even if they have blood, how can they have the slightest chance? It is just a heroic sacrifice.