Blood spurted out of Yin Zhan's heart like an arrow. Yin Zhan fell to his knees, and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The four protectors of the Wuji Sect shouted in unison, and hurriedly stepped forward to check Yin Zhan's injuries.

Meng Yuanheng held the blood-dripping long sword, his sword eyebrows frowned, and he asked puzzledly, "Did you do it on purpose?" Why do you want to die? ”

Yin Zhan's mouth was full of blood, grinning, and he looked unusually charming. "Meng Yuanheng, I knew there would be such a day. But if I, Yin Zhan, want to die, I can only die at your hands. ”

"Why?" Meng Yuanheng thought for a while, suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked sharply: "Seven years ago, how much do you know about the Ghost Nuchuan outside Jingzhou City?" ”

"Haha......" Yin Zhan looked up to the sky and laughed. Meng Yuanheng, I didn't expect it, in the past seven years, the initiator of the Guinuchuan tragedy that you have been investigating is me. ”

"Yin Zhan, you are simply not human!" Hearing this, Meng Yuanheng's long sword pointed directly at Yin Zhan's heart, his eyes breathed fire, and his face became extremely ugly.

Seven years ago, in Guinuchuan, he lost his father, lost his health, lost hundreds of brothers and sisters in Momen, and lost the lives of 100,000 soldiers. And all this is really Yin Zhan's conspiracy!

It's not that he hasn't guessed so, but he has always been reluctant to believe it, just because he thinks that Yin Zhan still has a conscience and will not be so mad. But now, all this has been confirmed by him himself, which makes him embarrassed.

He was tense, the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, and he was angry for a while, and his blood surged up, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah Heng!" Seeing this, Shen Qianmo hurriedly stepped forward to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at him worriedly.

What happened to the Ghost Nu River seven years ago that would make Meng Yuanheng, who has always had strong self-control, lose control like this?

She suddenly remembered that when she was in Shengjing, she had heard that the former King Xuan died in the Battle of Jingzhou City seven years ago, and Meng Yuanheng was also cold and poisonous at that time, could it be that these were all ghosts made by this Yin Zhan?

If that's the case, it's no wonder he's out of control.

Thinking of this, she gently wrapped her hands around Meng Yuanheng's waist, hoping to give him some strength.

Meng Yuanheng wrapped his hand around Shen Qianmo's petite body, and his heart warmed. With Shen Qianmo's comfort, at this moment, when he recalled the tragic scene 7 years ago, it seemed that he was not so heartbroken.

Yin Zhan smiled self-deprecatingly, "Meng Yuanheng, the grievances and grievances between us are indescribable. From the moment I learned of my background, between me and you, we were destined to become enemies. ”

His eyes gradually returned to dead silence, as if talking to himself, and he continued to say slowly: "In this world, the only person I feel sorry for is Yan'er. Yan'er has given so much for me, but I have always been blinded by low self-esteem and jealousy, and I only have hatred in my heart. ”

He raised his hand and said bitterly: "You are right, I killed Yan'er, I am not human, I deserve to die." Yan'er, you must be very cold and lonely down there alone, Ah Zhan is here to accompany you. ”

After speaking, Yin Zhan grabbed the long sword in Meng Yuanheng's hand at an unexpected speed, and stabbed the sword into his heart again with a "poof". Then, he slowly fell to the ground, slowly closed his beautiful phoenix eyes, and there was a shallow smile on his handsome face.

It was a relief of relief.

Meng Yuanheng held the hilt of the sword in a daze, and didn't know how to react for a while.

He remembered the teenage years when he and Yin Zhan studied art in Momen together, when they competed in martial arts, sympathized with each other, and treated each other with all sincerity. But that day, in the ten-mile peach forest in Mozhuang, he suddenly killed himself, and then Yan'er was killed by Yin Zhan in order to save herself. Later, everything changed, and overnight, he and he became enemies.

All this is just because, his surname is Meng, and his surname is Yin.

"Ah Heng." Shen Qianmo's soft voice called in his ears. He turned his head, and in front of him was Shen Qianmo's worried expression. He lowered his sword and held her tightly in his arms, speechless.

"Master!" The Great Protector Wuchen let out a terrible scream, and pounced on Yin Zhan like crazy, after confirming that Yin Zhan was dead, he sat heavily on the ground, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant.

He looked at Meng Yuanheng, a fierce light shot out of his eyes, and got up and slammed a blow at him with all his might, but was stopped by Yun Fei and Changdong behind him, and the three of them were entangled together.

Although Wuchen's martial arts are very high, Yun Fei and Changdong are not vegetarians, and the two join forces, and Wuchen can't get any bargains. In a hurry, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the three of them hesitating on the side, and shouted: "What are you three rubbing, if I die, you won't survive." ”

Hearing this, the three of them turned pale, and after glancing at each other, they immediately joined the battle. At this time, Yan Mo also led the vanguard troops to arrive, and suddenly the Wuji Hall fell into a chaotic fight.

Meng Yuanheng has been firmly protecting Shen Qianmo, watching from the side. There is such a huge disparity in strength, and the people he brought are all elites, no matter how high Rao is four great protectors' martial arts are, it is impossible to last too long, so now, it is not his turn to make a move.

Sure enough, an hour later, the number of dead and wounded in the Wuji Sect increased, and the victory seemed to be divided. When Wuchen was exhausted, he didn't notice it, and was subdued by Yun Fei's sword, and the long sword in his hand was on his neck.

He looked up to the sky and sighed, looking at Yin Zhan's figure lying quietly on the ground, a cloudy tear flowed from his eyes.

"The will of heaven cannot be violated, it is the heavens that want to destroy my Yin dynasty. Lao Duan, I'll go first, master, you go all the way, and my subordinates will accompany you. ”

After speaking, he also followed Yin Zhan's example, grabbed the long sword that Yun Fei put on his neck, and slashed it fiercely at his neck, and immediately the blood flowed like an infusion, and he slowly fell to the ground.

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Xuanwang Mansion has made too many enemies, and the incident of seven years ago is not accidental, nor is it something that my Wuji Sect can do alone. Before he died, Wuchen's eyes widened angrily, glared at Meng Yuanheng, and said hatefully.

"Big brother, you can't die!" After a fight, the three of them were also covered with scars, and when they saw that Wuchen was dead like this, their faces were like ashes, and they threw away the weapons in their hands one after another, holding their heads and messing around in the hall.

Just when Shen Qianmo and the others were strange, they saw a few "bang, bang" sounds, and the heads of many Wuji Sect disciples, including the three of them who were innocent, traceless, and flawless, burst open, and for a while, the Wuji Hall was filled with all kinds of ** cracking sounds, and the scene was miserable and disgusting.

Rao is a person like Meng Yuanheng who has experienced countless bloody battlefields, and when he sees such a scene, he can't help frowning, and his heart is cold. He protected Shen Qianmo in his arms, not wanting her to watch this disgusting scene.

This scene was so shocking that Shen Qianmo couldn't bear it for a while. She remembered the "old duan" mentioned by Wuchen before she died, and said in her heart: Oops, could it be that this old man is also the same as Wuchen, a person who is stupid and loyal to the royal family of the previous dynasty?

She raised her head in Meng Yuanheng's arms and said to him anxiously, "Ah Heng, take me to Baicaotang." ”

Seeing her eagerness, Meng Yuanheng immediately nodded in response, wrapped his long arms around Shen Qianmo's body, and rushed to Baicaotang.

It is convenient to be able to do light work. Not long after, Meng Yuanheng took Shen Qianmo to the Baicaotang wooden house.

Under the cover of night, the wooden house is silent, and the occasional sound of insects chirps adds to the quiet atmosphere.

As if isolated from the rest of the world, the fight outside didn't affect the place. Shen Qianmo pushed open the door of one of the rooms, which was the room where Old Man Duan usually slept and rested.

In the room, Old Man Duan had his back to her, and he was drinking alone with a wine gourd, and there was a small plate of peanuts on the table. It was the appetizer that Shen Qianmo prepared for him a few days ago.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Old Man Duan didn't look back, but said in a light tone: "Girl, you're here." It seems that you haven't forgotten about me, an old man. ”