The Land of the Imprisoned.

Mid-circumference.

The people of the Ya'an Sect were fighting with another group of people at this time, and the people on both sides were injured.

The person who took the lead on Ya'anzong's side was Zhao Xi's life, at this time, his usual smiling face no longer existed, replaced by a blur of flesh and blood, and he was embarrassed.

He was still a little better, and the brothers and sisters behind him were even worse, some had their arms cut off, some had their legs cut off, and some had their legs cut off......

The scene of the fight was even more bloody and fleshy, all kinds of weapons kept colliding, all kinds of screams, and the sound of fighting kept coming......

No one spoke, and at this time there was only one thought in their hearts, that is, hold on, whoever can't hold it first will die.

When Xia Bing arrived, what he saw was this unsightly scene.

The bright red blood was disgusting, and the bloody scene was even more disgusting because she had seen too much.

She doesn't like to kill, and she has always been, but if you don't kill people, people will kill you, and there is no way around it.

In the last days, people will be cruel, and the Virgin will become Shura.

Xia Bing remembered that she also had her own principles in her previous life, and at the beginning she said to herself that she would only kill mutated animals and zombies, and never attack her fellow humans.

Because it was already very difficult for human beings to encounter changes at that time, if one died, there would be less hope for human beings, but it would strengthen the zombie race.

But later......

Xia Bing couldn't help but laugh at herself.

She killed many, many people.

The compatriots she saved with her own hands, the compatriots she saved again and again, the warriors she promoted...... They all died at her hands.

How sad!

How ridiculous!

With a bang, Zhao Xi's fat body flew upside down for 10 meters, and with another bang, he fell to the ground, not knowing life or death.

Do you want to be saved?

Xia Bing's brows were about to knot.

It stands to reason that she is cold and ruthless now, and she should turn around and leave when she sees this scene, or treat it as a good show, after all, she has experienced too many betrayals, and she doesn't want to raise another group of white-eyed wolves, and then let that group of white-eyed wolves occupy all her resources and kill herself.

But thinking that when Zhao Ximing was in the martial arts competition, he had to win glory for the sect if he was disabled.

Thinking of Zhao Xi's life chattering in his ear, he said that he wanted to be a hostage for himself and protect himself.

Thinking that even if Zhao Ximing knew that he couldn't beat the other party just now, he still had to drag the strongest one on the other side, and fight for the faint hope of the people behind him......

Xia Bing seemed to see his former self.

It's so stupid too.

Stupid enough to believe that there is true love in the world, stupid enough to believe that as long as you treat others with your heart, others will treat you with your heart, and stupid enough to believe that people's hearts are flesh and blood......

What she was ushering in at that time was betrayal.

Then, that Zhao spares his life?

Now this sunny and lively little fat man, what is his dedication?

"Kill!" The leader of the other party yelled.

Xia Bing took a look, the 11th level peak. The strength is good, holding a level 10 spirit sword in his hand, the kind that can fly, which is more advanced than the one in the hands of the original owner.

It was clear in an instant.

Zhao Xi's strength is about the same as that of the other party, and when he is fighting for his life, no matter how afraid of death the little fat man is, no matter how lazy he is, the more he retreats at this time, the faster he will die, I believe he will still have the courage to fight.

But in the end, he still lost.

That should be the credit of this spirit sword.

Zhao Ximing's weapons and equipment are far worse than others.

The long sword flew out of the hands of this level 11 peak man, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhao Xi's life.

"Save?"

"But is it worth it? Have you forgotten how those people betrayed you in your previous life? ”

"But he's kind."

"How do you know that he is kind, those people in the previous life were also kind from the beginning."

"But he fought for his companions, and he fought hard."

"That's because he doesn't fight and the first one to die is him, he is the strongest among these people, and the people on the other side will not let him go."

“……”

All kinds of doubts, tangled voices, and constantly fighting in Xia Bing's mind.

She didn't know what choice she should make, and in all fairness, she didn't hate this little fat man.

But the short time spent with Zhao Ximing was not enough to warm her heart, which was already cold and frozen in her previous life.

"Young Master ......"

"Young Master ......"

The people of Ya'an Sect desperately tried to stop it, however, it was too late.

The frightened voice kept ringing, and even some people knew that it was too late, and they had to desperately run in the direction of Zhao Xi's life.

It's coming, it's approaching......

At this moment, everyone in the Ya'an Sect closed their eyes in despair, feeling sad for Zhao's life and their next fate.

The opponent's level 11 powerhouse is the strongest among all the people present, Zhao Ximing is the only one who can fight with that person, if Zhao Ximing dies, they lose the young master, not to mention.

Next, for those of the fifth or sixth order, for the person at the peak of level 11, killing them was like chopping melons and vegetables.

The sound of the bell was unusually crisp.

It was also this small noise that made everyone see hope again.

Xia Bing stood beside Zhao Ximing, stretched out her hand to probe his snort, and then breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, she doesn't want to save a dead person by herself.

"Young Master Xia!" The person at the top of level 11 on the other side was furious at first when he saw someone flying his sword, but after seeing the woman's face clearly, he was frightened.

He didn't know when the relationship between Zhao Ximing and Xia Bing became so good, he remembered that the last time everyone rushed back to Lanyue Sect, Xia Bing's attitude towards Zhao Ximing was very cold.

Although this little chubby dun has always followed others like a pug, Xia Bing has never been anything special to him.

But unexpectedly, Xia Bing actually flew his long sword at the last moment and saved Zhao Xi's life.

"Fight or roll." Xia Bing looked at each other coldly.

Since he has made a move, it is natural to protect these people.

"You ......" the other party froze, and then bit the tip of his tongue hard to sober himself up.

pretended to be generous and said: "Since the young master said that he wanted to protect his life, Li did not dare to take the initiative with Xia Shao." ”

"Let's go." Hulala, a large group of remnants of the defeated army disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The people of Ya'an Sect ran over one after another and thanked Xia Bing in their hearts: "Thank you Young Master Xia for coming to the rescue." ”

"Yes, yes, thank you young master, otherwise our young master may be gone."

"By the way, how is the young master of our family doing next week?"

"Alive." Xia Bing can only give one such answer.

Not dead, that's all.

If you want to say that his current situation is really not good, especially the appearance of flesh and blood is blurred, not to mention, the original tonnage of this little fat man is about 120 kilograms, but now it is estimated that only about 80 kilograms have been cut by others.

How can it be described as miserable?