The snow kept falling, and in the swaying bamboo forest, a cyan figure was speeding away.

It's the year when Huazang is on his way.

Following the path forced from Meng Maocai, Nian Huazang left the warm academy and was forced to return to the wind and snow again.

If the wind and snow on his face when he came was a kind of poetry, the wind and snow that hit him at this time was like a kind of irony.

Nian Huazang's face collapsed tightly, and the long howl before gave him a bad feeling. Considering the speed of the descent, he couldn't use the umbrella this time, and the snowflakes hit his head and face.

Although this idea could not hurt a cultivator who had ascended to the Extreme Realm, it did not prevent him from feeling anxious in his heart.

The road taken by Nianhuazang is the widest road leading to the Taiping Mountain House, but the students of the Taiping Mountain House rarely take it. Without him, just because this road is actually a bit detoured, if there is a shortcut, everyone will naturally take the shortcut.

Except for that stupid woman.

Miss Jiao must have to take a carriage to go out, because she thought that the narrow road would stain her dress, so she ran to go that way.

Nian Huazang scolded the maverick woman in his heart while bowing his head and hurrying away.

The speed of the Ascending Extreme Realm martial artist was extremely fast, and soon he came to the edge of the Nanyang Forest Farm, and continued to run for less than a few miles, Nian Huazang's face changed.

Blowing along the wind was the smell of blood, which was so strong that it was impossible to ignore.

That's definitely more than five people!

Nianhua couldn't help but want to scold in his heart, he didn't think that Meng Maocai said that he was lying when he only saw five people, after all, with Meng Maocai's courage, even if he hated that woman, if there were many people, the expression on his face would not be nervous at all.

In this way, there are other people here.

The woman...... Where the hell did the scourge come from?

Nanyang Forest Farm is the pure land in the heart of Nianhua, the gentleman is like bamboo, this bamboo sea has always been so clean and elegant, and now his pure land, such a thing has happened!

Nian Huazang held his breath in his heart and continued to run, and soon after there were dots of blood on the ground.

Nian Huazang frowned, this blood was not produced here, but the snowflakes that were stuck to the blood were blown here.

Presumably, this is also the source of the blood stains on Meng Maocai's clothes.

Nian Huazang swept out a few hundred zhang in the direction of the blood snowflakes blown by the wind, and then heard a voice in the southwest, he followed the voice, and finally saw the carriage that had been half-buried in the snowdrift.

And the picture next to the carriage is simply miserable.

The snow in the sky was falling all the time, and the blood on the ground was constantly buried by the new snow, but the pool of blood beside the carriage in front of me could not be covered no matter how much it was buried.

Nian Huazang once again confirmed that Meng Maocai had indeed run away without doing anything.

Otherwise, seeing such a picture, that cowardly wouldn't even be able to walk, let alone walk to the academy properly.

The dark red in the snow is more dazzling than usual, stimulating the nerves of Nianhuazang.

Corpses were strewn all over the place.

There are corpses everywhere in front of him, most of them are dressed in black, and they know that they are killers at a glance, but at this time, there are still people in black standing aside!

Nian Huazang tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword with the scales on his waist and slowed down.

The situation on the sidelines at this time looked quite strange in the eyes of Nian Huazang.

Obviously under such a bloody and cruel picture, the living people standing in the field are not fighting at this time.

At a glance, it can be understood that the living people in the field are divided into two camps. One group was dressed in green clothes and looked like the family's guards, while the other group was dressed in black, looking like the mountains of corpses piled up on the ground.

Almost every one of the two groups had a color on their bodies.

As if to confirm the conjecture of Nianhuazang, the Tsing Yi guards guarded a young man in the center.

Nian Huazang took a closer look and found that the boy was damned by someone he knew.

is obviously a gentleman, but the little master who always follows that woman.

Zhu Rong appeared here at this point in time, so this hellish scene is naturally inseparable from that woman.

Nian Huazang sighed, feeling bad luck in his heart, and at the same time looked into the distance in disgust, looking for the arrogant woman.

He casually scanned the audience, planning to find her this time, and when he went back, he must have a good talk with the master, he really can't let this woman enter the Taiping Mountain House.

However, he looked at everyone standing and found no sign of the woman.

Nianhuazang's temples jumped suddenly.

He mobilized the true element of his whole body and probed the whole scene again.

There was no breath of that woman.

Nian Huazang took a deep breath, his internal strength focused, and looked down at the mountains of corpses piled up on the ground.

After three breaths, he slowly exhaled the breath he was holding.

Nor did she.

The living, the dead, without her.

If it weren't for his self-esteem as the chief, Nian Huazang would really want to swear now.

He took another breath and looked at the two piles of people facing each other in the field.

The situation of these two groups of people is no longer the same, but very strange.

The two groups looked like they were facing each other, and the swords in their hands were dripping with blood. But as a practitioner, Nian Huazang can easily detect a sense of disobedience.

Murderous enough.

If it weren't for the corpses all over the ground, Nian Huazang really couldn't tell what these two groups of people were doing.

The two groups of people were obviously in different camps, but they only stared at each other, and they didn't feel the imminent battle intent, and the person who stood in front of them like a leader frequently looked southwest.

The scene in front of me is not so much a life-and-death confrontation once the balance is broken, but rather two groups of people staring at each other with big eyes.

Nian Huazang looked at the field of eyes, there were no people in the realm who were obviously much higher than him, and all of them were seriously injured, looking like they had run out of oil and dried up, he let out a long breath, gave up hiding, and walked out.

As soon as he unleashed his breath, he could see the leader of the assassins and the man who looked like the leader of the guards quickly turn to this side, clenching their swords as if they were facing a great enemy.

The movements are synchronized, as if the two of them are going to defend themselves against a foreign enemy.

"What people!" Both shouted at the same time.

Nian Huazang saw that the head of the guard saw him, and his originally tense torso relaxed. It seems to recognize himself.

Nian Huazang also recognized him as the woman's coachman, and sighed again.

The Assassin leader continued to look at him.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Liu Fuzi clenched the soft sword in his hand, feeling the realm of the comer, and his eyes showed despair.

Ascending to the Extreme Realm again?!

Just now there was one left, and now another one is coming, do you have to kill them all like this!

Thinking of the price he had just paid, Liu Fuzi's chest swelled with tragedy, and he brought the bamboo whistle in his hand to his mouth and decided to fight with this person.

However, at this moment, he heard the overjoyed voice of the young man beside him.

"Senior brother, you're here! Save my sister! ”

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