In addition to the falling boulder, there was another person in Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes.

In his thirties, he was tall and thin, with long hands and feet, a frustrated face, a cold expression, a pair of deep and unfathomable eyes, flashing a fierce light, standing on the top of a high mountain with his hands in his hands, looking down, and a smile on the corner of his mouth looking down at the people.

Feng Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted suddenly, it was Yu Wenhua and!

His sword was already in his hand, stabbing and retracting.

Without even a sound, the boulder turned into a thick mist, drifting with the wind and churning through the valley, changing shapes, ethereal, clouds and mist.

Yu Wenhuaji's breathing suddenly stopped, his smile had frozen, and his deep eyes suddenly dispersed, flashing with unbelievable light.

In just one click, the unconscious boulder that can smash Fu Junwu in one fell swoop is actually powdered!

I can't describe the heartbeat of Yu culture and the present.

He knew that this inexplicable kid's swordsmanship was good, but it was just good, if he hadn't been injured that day, and he had fought with Fu Junwu for a long time, he would never have been forced to retreat.

But this amazing scene in front of him immediately made him realize that he had made a big mistake, he really shouldn't have relied on his martial arts and came alone.

Before Yu Wenhua could come back to his senses, the clouds and mist were suddenly stirred by an incomparably fierce wind, and in the whirlpool, the roaring thunder was faint, like the angry roar of the thunder god.

A silver bolt of lightning, suddenly with an extremely terrifying aura, suddenly split out of the clouds.

Yu Wenhuaji's eyes immediately turned into horror.

This sword, maybe even Yuwen Valve's first master, Yuwen Injury, may not be able to come out.

Yu Wenhua had a ridiculous thought in his heart: This kid who doesn't know the origin of the boy is the first Taoist master in Middle-earth, "Sanzhen Zhenren" Ning Daoqi?

It's a lightning bolt!

Yu Wenhua has never seen such a swiftness. So gorgeous, so cold. Another heart-pounding sword light.

He was unwilling to die and threw a punch with all his might.

The originally sharp fist style is not vulnerable at all. It broke in an instant, and the sharp pain entered his head, and he also smelled a bloody smell in his nose that made him desperate!

After the roar, it was gone.

Feng Xiaoxiao revealed his figure in the powder mist that dispersed.

With his empty hands, he looked at the figure who was staggering on the cliff, holding his arms and walking away, and sneered: "It's cheap for you." ”

Yu Wenhua is really lucky, the distance is too far, otherwise this sword will definitely hurt him hard. It's not just about scrapping an arm.

Feng Xiaoxiao lowered his head, looked at Fu Junwu who was unconscious, and his sneer suddenly turned into a bitter smile, muttering to himself: "It's easy to kill people, it's hard to save people...... I think I'll kill you. ”

Although he said this, Feng Xiaoxiao finally sighed, hugged Fu Junwu into his arms, and circled in the mountains and wilderness.

It didn't take long for him to realize it again. The footprints of the two people who originally followed him disappeared at some point.

In this way, he was naturally more sure that these two people must be Yu Wenji's people.

The next ten days. The wind and Xiao Xiao are all spinning in the barren mountains and wilderness, but Fu Junwu is still like a beautiful jade statue, and beauty is beautiful. But there is no soul, and there is no trace of human breath at all.

Feng Xiaoxiao tried his best. It only immobilized her broken forearm, but it didn't give her even a breath.

Just when he was helpless. Suddenly, in the barren mountains and wilderness, I found people, simple cottages, and simple broken wooden houses, all inhabited by refugees who escaped from Liyang.

Feng Xiaoxiao entered the village to inquire, only to know that it was Du Fuwei's army coming to Liyang City, and it was only a matter of time before the city was broken.

These refugees are all villagers outside the city of Liyang, they heard that the rebel army is corrupt, no different from bandits, and the place they pass through, rape/adultery and plunder, there are already several villages and towns in the vicinity have been killed, so they dragged their families and took the risk to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, in order to avoid the locust-like rebels.

After inquiring around in the small cottage for a while, Feng Xiaoxiao was a little dumbfounded, now the east and west are all battlefields with a pot of porridge, the south is the Yangtze River, and the north is Chongshan, and there is really no way out.

Looking at Fu Junwu in his arms, Feng Xiaoxiao knew that he must not continue to consume.

He didn't know how long Fu Junwu could last in such a state, but he knew that no matter how powerful the turtle breath was, he shouldn't be able to last half a year without eating or drinking, and if he couldn't think of a way before that, Fu Junwu was afraid that he would never wake up again.

But even if you can break out of this chaotic area, where can you go?

Ordinary doctors can only treat ordinary diseases and ordinary injuries, and there must be no way to deal with Fu Junwu's state like him.

"Goryeo, Goryeo, Fu Cailin......"

Feng Xiaoxiao muttered for a while, and said in her heart: "Maybe only her master has a way to save her...... Do I still have to go to Goryeo? ”

He was bent on going northwest to find Fengxue, but Goryeo was far away in the northeast.

One east and one west, the distance is too far, back and forth, and then back and forth, I am afraid it will not take several years.

Feng Xiaoxiao pondered for a while, and then thought: "Saving people's lives is important, so I can't take care of it so much first." ”

Now that he had taken his attention, he kept moving.

He didn't know the way, but fortunately, Fu Junwu still had a lot of silver on him, and he spent a lot of money in the small cottage to find a villager who wanted money and didn't want to die, and followed the path in the mountains, detoured from the edge of Liyang to Danyang, as long as he arrived in Yangzhou, he could go to Goryeo by sea.

This is the fastest way he can think of, otherwise Fu Junwu is afraid that she will not be able to make it back to Goryeo alive.

With villagers who are familiar with the mountain road to guide the way, Feng Xiaoxiao soon arrived in the suburbs of Liyang.

I saw red smoke everywhere, and when I got close to one of them, I realized that this was a burned town, and all the houses were burned to the top.

The inside and outside of the town were littered with the corpses of people and animals, some of which were reduced to only recognizable char.

Aside from the smoke rising and the still burning houses, what was supposed to be a bustling and thriving market town has become a dead ghost realm, and the survivors should flee far away.

Some of the corpses were still stained with freshly dried blood, and the murderers were brutally disposed of by men, women, and children.

When the villagers who led the way saw this scene, they were so frightened that they peed their pants directly, and refused to go any further.

Feng Xiaoxiao was helpless, so he had to continue walking along the road with Fu Junwu in his arms, and he didn't go far, and he heard a noise in the dense forest next to him, and the cruel laughter of a group of men was mixed with the terrible screams and desperate cries of several women.

Feng Xiaoxiao frowned, and went into the forest to kill more than a dozen people, all of them were ragged rebels, and they all obviously escaped from the battlefield.

The rest of the women were dead and alive, some lost their souls, and some covered their faces and sobbed.

In Feng Xiaoxiao's opinion, they are really not as good as dying just now, and they can still end up happy.

These women are from the town next to them, and the relatives are estimated to have all been killed by the rebels, and they have suffered from these, even if they can escape from here, a weak woman who is helpless can only leave her hometown from now on, and she doesn't want to know what will happen.

In troubled times, human life is cheaper than a dog, and the so-called dignity is not as good as the weeds on the side of the road, even if it is trampled on, it can only be borne silently.

The only thing Feng Xiaoxiao could do now was to leave a few silver taels, and then sighed and left.

His heart is actually quite good, but he is not good enough to pity the common people. (To be continued......)

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