Regardless of whether that breath is Deng Baichuan or not, it is a hope after all.

In addition, there is no trace of this entire cottage similar to Deng Baichuan, and Ziqin no longer hesitated, and hurriedly followed the wave of people secretly.

In this cottage, there are three steps and a post, five steps and a sentry, Ziqin is hidden in the dark every step but walks extremely carefully, on the way to avoid at least twenty waves of bright posts, thirty or forty secret posts, and finally came to an entrance.

At this point, Ziqin had no way to follow up secretly.

The entrance is not large, but it is in a room, and it seems to go directly into the interior of the mountain.

This cottage is built by the mountain, Ziqin was already extremely surprised, however, at this time, it seems that this cottage is not limited to the construction of the mountain, but the inside of the mountain is also opened up as a base camp.

Feel the contraction, and concentrate on exploring into the entrance.

The familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, and the breath was definitely the same as Deng Baichuan's, but it seemed to be more chaotic.

The figure fell, turning into a phantom in an instant, and Ziqin had already strung into that entrance between breaths.

Before a few Minggang and secret sentinels could react, Ziqin's hands had already pressed the back of these people's necks, and with a series of sounds, these Minggang and dark sentinels suddenly fell to death.

Although Ziqin's martial arts at this time have not yet recovered to their heyday, they are not far behind, mainly, this body of martial arts is all from Ziqin's asceticism, and its control is far better than that given by the system.

With his feet on the ground, the waves were not alarmed, and Ziqin quickly walked inside, although the long passage behind this entrance was located in the interior of the mountain. But it's not dark, it's not stuffy.

Torches are planted all over the way, illuminating the mountain road very brightly.

Ziqin quickly walked inside, about five or six hundred meters, and suddenly felt that Deng Baichuan's breath became clear.

The chaos is also clearly reflected, but it is a symbol of the unstable breath of life.

Torture.

Ziqin's expression changed, and he no longer concealed his figure, and in a few flashes, he had already crossed a long passage and entered a bright place.

It is a place similar to a yamen cell, surrounded by iron bars, and divided into two floors. Located on both sides of the outside of the passage. As soon as Ziqin entered, he saw that at the end of this huge space, a person was tied to a wooden pillar, and several strong men with whips were whipping this person.

Ziqin's internal strength is not weak, and it is bright here, but it can be seen at a glance that this person is Deng Baichuan.

A nameless anger suddenly surged. Ziqin's feet stomped on the ground fiercely. The whole person suddenly seemed to be shot out by a huge spring. In one step, a distance of more than 100 meters appeared behind the strong men with whips.

There seemed to be a thunderclap in this enclosed space, and the strong men with whips were beaten away by Ziqin's quick punches, and the people were already blown into pieces of flesh and blood in the air before they were still in mid-air.

"Brother."

Wave your hand to cut off the rope. Ziqin held Deng Baichuan, this chubby man in the past, seemed to be nothing in Ziqin's hands at this time, almost less than 100 catties.

A steady stream of internal force passed, and Deng Baichuan's breathing sound between his mouth and nose was finally a little stronger.

The man opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw Ziqin, he seemed to show a hint of joy, but then he turned into boundless anxiety.

"You, go, go."

A short voice spit out from Deng Baichuan's mouth, but his body trembled without saying a word, and only five words seemed to use up the strength of this man.

"I'll take you away, don't worry, no matter who leaves, it's impossible for us two brothers to stay."

Ziqin felt a pain in his heart, he still remembered that this man was able to shake the huge wooden fence with one palm when he was at the Dali level, and such a vigorous man seemed to be like a candle in the wind at this time.

What kind of torture must it be to make such a man become like this.

"No, you go quickly, things have changed, go and tell the brothers of the caravan that you must not act rashly."

As soon as Deng Baichuan grasped Ziqin's hand, his voice became slightly louder, his eyes widened, and they flashed full of sorrow and despair.

Things have changed.

Ziqin was slightly stunned, he didn't know how things had changed, but he understood that it was Murong Bo who had done something.

Moreover, it must have something to do with the plan they had made before.

Ziqin couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart, he was indeed not the material for this kind of thing, when he made the plan, he only regarded Deng Baichuan and the men of the horse gang as brothers, but he never thought that Murong Bo would have greater wildness.

Attacking Dali and occupying the southwest region, the Murong family can naturally benefit in the end, but the Dali obtained in this way is also shared with the Magang, even if the Magang does not fight, the Murong family will only get one Dali.

Murong Fu may be satisfied with such a situation, but Murong Bo will not be satisfied.

This old guy doesn't know how many years he has planned to restore the country, how many things he has done, and even how much he has faked his death for more than ten years, and he will not hesitate to abandon his wife.

So many things have been done, so many conspiracies have been planned, but no one can guess the old fellow's mind.

The most important thing is that this old guy still has such a powerful force in his hands, how can the little plan formulated by Ziqin satisfy the wild nature of that old guy.

Obviously, it can't be satisfied.

Looking at Deng Baichuan, who was half immortal, an inexplicable sadness flowed through Ziqin's heart, and he clearly understood that he had harmed this brother.

Murong Bo is ruthless and vicious, but Deng Baichuan is a man through and through, but he will never follow Murong Bo to do such things that bury his conscience.

In this way, Deng Baichuan's fate is almost conceivable.

If Ziqin was smart enough, he should have thought of these things a long time ago, but unfortunately, he underestimated Murong Bo's viciousness in the end.

Murong Fu can kill Bao differently, so it is also idle for Murong Bo to sacrifice Deng Baichuan for his own plan.

With his long arm stretched, Zi Qin put Deng Baichuan on his shoulder, and with one free hand Zi Qin pulled out the Seven Star Dragon Yuan, and he had already heard dense footsteps coming from outside the entrance.

There are a lot of masters in this cottage, if he is alone, Ziqin has full confidence to escape, but with Deng Baichuan, a half-immortal wounded, he does not have much confidence that he can get out of the encirclement surrounded by those many masters.

This is the world of Tianlong, this is the world with countless masters, and he, Ziqin, and the fifteen swords have long been lost, although the ape gong swordsmanship has been practiced, and the internal strength is not weak, but it is impossible to achieve the point where one person ignores the whole world.

"If I call you brother, how can I not live and die with you?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Ziqin's mouth, over the years, he has done a lot of things that bury his conscience for the sake of strength, but there is only one thing he has never done, and that is to ignore his brother.

Several arrows flew in from the outside, blocking all space for movement in the empty passage.

Ziqin held Deng Baichuan with one hand, but quickly unfolded the Longyuan Sword with the other.

The sword goes out, the arrow falls.

The hand holding Deng Baichuan did not fluctuate in the slightest, Ziqin stepped forward with both feet, every step was extremely stable, the long sword rippled in front of his chest, and the arrows shot outside were blocked.

Two lines of tears mixed with dirty blood slipped from the corners of Deng Baichuan's eyes, he is also a master, how can he not see the crisis behind Ziqin's seemingly ease.

The sword pattern seems simple, but it is an extreme test of a swordsman's wrist strength, especially the sword pattern unfolded by this swordsman also needs to protect a half-immortal wounded.

Such a sword pattern not only consumes much more internal force than ordinary sword patterns, but also requires great wrist strength.

A martial artist, no matter how high his martial arts are, cannot change the fact that he is a human being, and as a human being, he must have his limitations, such as joints are very easy to be injured.

Although the tendency of the joints of martial arts masters is lower than that of ordinary people, it is by no means unharmed.

Each of the arrows shot from outside the entrance was sent out by a strong bow and crossbow, and the force on it was extremely strong, and it could be said that every time the sword pattern blocked the arrow, it needed to withstand a great deal of force.

It's fine if it's one or two blows once in a while, but if it's long-lasting, it will definitely hurt your wrist.

If a swordsman's wrist is damaged, then even the peerless swordsmanship is in vain.

Ziqin is using the life of his swordsman to protect Deng Baichuan's life at the moment, the ape swordsmanship, never pay attention to guarding, stabbing the right sword at the right time, this sentence only explains how to control the enemy, but does not say how to defend.

In fact, there is no defensive move in the ape swordsmanship, and since the sword god is called a god, where does it need to be defended.

If there was no Deng Baichuan, Ziqin would be able to stop him with Ling Bo Weibu who in the world, and Ling Bo Weibu plus the Ape Gong swordsmanship, there are a few people in the world that he can't kill.

It's just that at this time, he can't rush, can't dodge, can't kill, only guard, can't defend, Deng Baichuan will definitely die.

Hundreds of meters, not too long, Ziqin finally walked out of the exit step by step with difficulty, however, the scene outside was even more terrifying.

In the room where this entrance was located, at this time, all directions, and even the high windows on the walls of the room were covered with dense bows and crossbows, and countless bright arrows pointed at Ziqin and Deng Baichuan.

"If you don't have a chance, go, go and inform the brothers of the caravan, let's go."

Deng Baichuan suddenly exerted force, wanting to push Ziqin away, his face suddenly turned red, and a faint internal force appeared in his body.

Ziqin hurriedly withdrew his internal strength, at this time his internal force was no longer a simple cloud seven signs, but integrated with the Northern Shengong, and when Deng Baichuan's body was empty, he could naturally heal him.

However, there was internal force in Deng Baichuan's body, but Ziqin did not dare to leave the internal force in Deng Baichuan's body.

He had already consumed a lot of energy just a few hundred meters, and it was not long before the fusion of the North Darkness and the Seven Signs of the Cloud Secret, and he had not yet mastered this new internal force, if he was not careful, he was afraid that Deng Baichuan would have to be sucked dry by him as soon as the North Darkness turned.

"Remember to inform the caravan brothers."

As soon as Ziqin's internal force withdrew, suddenly Deng Baichuan roared angrily, and a force appeared from him, taking advantage of the interlude when Ziqin withdrew his internal force, he actually bounced Ziqin away. (To be continued......)