Yuan Xi is different from Yuan Shao, although he was reincarnated in a rich family, he has a kind of murderous and vicious nature, and he has an indelible conceit.

On the other hand, although the blood-drinking sword is on the list of Qingyu Divine Soldiers, its nature is evil, and it is easy to devour the human nature of the sword practitioner, and over time, the sword will be anti-guest to control the person holding the sword, so it has developed an extreme personality like Yuan Xi's murderous nature now.

The poison of the snow-white falcon gradually entered the bone marrow, Zhao Yun's strength poured out, and it was a little difficult to support even standing, and the scars of the blood-drinking sword on his body, the two complemented each other, and Zhao Yun's life was on the verge of death.

Yuan Xi slowly inserted the sword into the scabbard, and turned his eyes to look at the unyielding young man Zhao Yun, a little regretful, and a little ruthless, he squatted down not far away, and said with a smile: "Zhao Yun, if Xun Wenruo in your mouth turned out to be a greedy man who was afraid of death and abandoned his hands and feet, otherwise why didn't he come to save you until now?" ”

After saying this, the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold and fierce look, and no longer hid the murderous intention, Zhao Yun's forehead was bruised, his heart was weak, and his palms were sweating frequently.

The white-bearded old man sneered, quickly walked to Zhao Yun's side, and struck out with one palm, four or two thousand catties, Zhao Yun's body slid backwards, and the noise was everywhere.

Yuan Xi, who was sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt, as long as you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, my son will immediately open the net, and he will also unravel the snow-white falcon poison on your body!" ”

Zhao Yun smiled lightly, and his voice was so low that he couldn't hear it clearly, "It's really long-winded!" ”

Yuan Xi's face was expressionless, and he threw a look at Wen Lianggong that you don't know that I don't know the world, and the white-bearded old man instantly burst into murderous aura, it seems that the little master has made a killing intention.

Wen Lianggong stomped his right foot suddenly, stepping into the mud for a few feet, like an arrow offline, or like a rushing wild horse, the momentum was surging to the extreme, and a series of movements were in the middle of a line.

Zhao Yun didn't dodge or dodge, he simply used the last bit of strength in his body to make a hard hit, his eyes were concave, the corner gun was forward, and he screamed, the momentum was like thunder, the two collided in the air, and the gold and stone resonated.

Wen Lianggong, who was shocked back to the place, said with some shock: "This kid, do you really want to die for the sake of dignity?" ”

What are the consequences of using this move, any person who practices martial arts should be no stranger, forcibly exercising the gong under exhaustion, will make the muscles and veins retrograde, the light ones will hurt the muscles and bones, and the heavy ones will never recover.

Zhao Yun spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body finally fell completely, Wen Lianggong calmed down his body, due to the turbulence of the qi caused by Zhao Yun's fatal blow just now, he said in a low voice: "Childe, this kid's move just now is the end of the crossbow, and now he doesn't even have the strength to pick up the Yajiao spear, you just go over, cut off his head with the blood-drinking sword, and then keep the little master's martial arts for a thousand miles!" ”

Yuan Xi said lightly: "It's easy to say, killing Zhao Yun can be regarded as a harm in the future, otherwise if he becomes an enemy of my Jizhou in the future, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

Wen Lianggong didn't have time to slap his beard, because the next moment, he suddenly vomited blood, and the sea of qi in his body was like water boiling, he didn't expect that the move that Zhao Yun used under exhaustion still made him a little unbearable.

"Uncle Gong, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Xi became nervous inexplicably and asked inexplicably.

Wen Lianggong, whose body was hit hard, trembled strongly, and his luck suppressed the spread of the injury, and he advised: "The little master should do it quickly, so as not to have too many dreams at night!" ”

The blood-drinking sword was unsheathed again, Yuan Xi raised it high, demanding that a sword must be killed, there are few rare opponents like Zhao Yun in the world, but this sword must be unsheathed to cut off the luck of the Zhao family.

Zhao Yun slowly closed his eyes, and realized the meaning of heaven and earth, and between the thought of life and death, the sea of qi in his body rampage, and the qi of the protective body was rising.

Such an unconventional reaction will most likely be regarded as a return to the light before death, Yuan Xi no longer dared to take risks, and slashed his sword, looking at Zhao Yun who was about to step into the ghost gate, and smiled a little evilly.

A peacock feather flew and hit the body of the blood-drinking sword, Yuan Xi and Zhao Yun spent eighty percent of their strength fighting each other, and they were shocked beyond comprehension by this small hidden weapon.

"Xun Yu is here, who dares to hurt my brother!"

Yuan Xi was startled, turned around to find the source of the sound, and was caught off guard when he saw more than a dozen horses galloping towards him, the first two were Xun Yu and Gongsun Jinling.

However, Wen Lianggong, who was seriously injured on the side, was very calm, his heart was like ashes, and he took Yuan Xi's hand and said: "Little master, Zhao Yun has been poisoned by the snow-white falcon, and he will definitely die, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, go quickly!" ”

Yuan Xi glanced at Zhao Yun cautiously, gritted his teeth, immediately changed his face, and said sharply: "What a fucking bad luck!" ”

The two of them hurriedly turned over and got on their horses, and before Xun Yu and the others arrived, they quickly fled away like a puff of green smoke, leaving only a mountain full of severed limbs and remnants, as well as Zhao Yun who collapsed to the ground.

Xun Yu panicked, knelt down beside Zhao Yun, looked up to the sky and howled, tears flowed endlessly, looking at Zhao Yun's visible bone scars, he immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Yuan Xi, Lao Tzu will not kill you, and swear not to be surnamed Xun!" ”

Gongsun Jinling trotted to Zhao Yun's side, stretched out his hand to probe his snort, instantly lowered his head, and said lightly: "Wen Ruo, Zilong drove the crane west!" ”

"Nonsense!" Xun Yu couldn't suppress his anger, and shouted: "Zilong is extremely brave, only he can kill others in this world, who can kill him?" ”

Everyone behind him knelt on the ground with their heads clasped.

The endless wilderness staged a sad picture of compassion.

After Yuan Xi and Wen Lianggong fled, they stood on the peak in the distance and watched Xun Yu and the others' every move, only a few miles away, within reach, Wen Lianggong looked proud, and said with a smile: "It seems that Zhao Yun is really dead!" ”

Yuan Xi knew that he was bitter, and said with some regret: "I can't use Zhao Yun's head to sacrifice the Blood Drinking Sword, otherwise the Blood Drinking Sword will go to the next level, and my son's kung fu will also improve." ”

"The little master is inevitably a little bit of a big loss, as soon as Zhao Yun died, Xun Yu was equivalent to breaking his right arm, at this moment the son only needs to go back, inform General Yan Liang of this matter, and then jointly design with him to kill Xun Yu, then the number one credit will naturally belong to the little master, and Yan Liang will also be impressed by the little master!"

Yuan Xi sneered, "Uncle Gong is reasonable!" ”

On the road at sunset, a group of dejected people slowly walked, holding aloft the body of a young man in white.

A generation of famous generals Zhao Yun died so inexplicably?