It was already May weather, and the breeze blowing on his body was still mixed with a slight chill from the north, and Tie Zhenbei subconsciously tightened his neckline.

He has not moved the sword for many years, and he still maintains enough vigilance at all times, which is the instinct cultivated in the battlefield for many years. Faced with the test of life and death countless times, and saved his life from the pile of dead people countless times, Tie Zhenbei had already investigated the accident and human feelings, and knew that his cultivation was hopeless, and he just wanted to indulge in the mountains and rivers until the end of his life.

The glory and wealth, power, fame and fortune in the world, Tie Zhenbei saw through it many years ago, so no matter how the imperial brother Tie Qingyun treated him, no matter how the other brothers planned and operated in secret, he never cared or participated, and always maintained an indifferent and calm heart.

Since he relinquished his military power, from an iron-blooded general in charge of a million-strong division to an old man who has traveled in the world, Tie Zhenbei feels that this time is the most comfortable and comfortable time in his life, and he lamented that he left his youth and passion on the ice and snow plateau in the far north. If he could have known how to find this happiness at a young age, he wondered if he would also be like Bu Yunlong, finding a virtuous and virtuous mortal woman, and lovingly hand in hand with him, spending decades of time calmly but warmly.

The brothers who were born and died with him, fought bloodily with the Snow Beast Clan in the Arctic Ice Field, died a long time ago, and the crippled were crippled, he searched everywhere for so many years, and he did not find a good brother who fought side by side in the past, which was the deepest regret in Tie Zhenbei's heart.

The chance to become friends with several plane guardians is the luckiest thing for Tie Zhenbei to feel. And it was these people who made a great change in his heart and vision.

He has changed from a cold-blooded murderous general to an ordinary old man who has insight into the people's feelings and is compassionate to the people, and Bu Yunlong and others have the most profound influence. Therefore, when he learned that Bu Yunlong and the ghost knife were suppressed by the imperial brother with an artifact, he mourned for many days.

He knew what kind of person Tie Qingyun was, and he knew what forces were behind Tie Qingyun, he knew that the wood was already in the boat, and it was more difficult to rescue Bu Yunlong and the others from Tie Qingyun's hands than to ascend to the sky, so he had been indulging in a deep painful self-blame because of his powerlessness.

The change in the relationship between the three empires made Tie Zhenbei feel relieved that the people no longer had to endure the invasion of war, and finally recuperated temporarily. Originally, he was wandering in the Streamer Sea and suddenly received a summons from Tie Qingyun one day, ordering him to return to the Mingdu Prison Country.

Tie Qingyun's subordinates have raised a large number of elite dead soldiers of the Triple Building, even if he leaves the famous capital, it is enough to ensure that the name will not be messed up, but Tie Qingyun does not seem to be at ease. Because he handed over state affairs to the crown prince Tie Anxing, calling Tie Qingyun back to supervise the country was also a kind of distrust of the prince's ability.

Soon the news reached Tie Zhenbei's ears, Tie Qingyun took dozens of Demon Crystal Battleships and Flying Boats, and teamed up with a group of masters from the Moon Heaven Weapon Sect and the Buddha Sect to break through the Demon Heaven Cave Heaven Prohibition and kill it.

Although Tie Zhenbei had never been to the Demon Heaven, he knew some about the situation from Bu Yunlong and the others, and he knew that there were many strong people in the Demon Heaven, even if Tie Qingyun had the artifact Jingwei Clock in his hand, he might not be able to win the battle.

He was only worried that once the two sides fought with all their might, causing the cave to collapse, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Unexpectedly, a year passed in a blink of an eye, and there were no abnormal changes in the Demon Heaven, and there was no return of Tie Qingyun and the others.

The crown prince is a restless lord, and Tie Zhenbei doesn't bother to ask him about those messy things, as long as Tie Anxing doesn't make decisions that hurt the empire's foundation, he will ignore them.

In fact, the Tie family can become a royal family and can make the artifact warp and weft clock, all because of a divine object passed down from their ancestors.

It was a magical potion.

When it was passed on from Tie Qingyun's generation, there were only two drops left, and one drop was used by Tie Qingyun, and the only remaining drop was in Tie Zhenbei's hand.

None of these princes born to Tie Qingyun and his concubines were decent, and Tie Zhenbei didn't want to waste the last drop of potion on them.

This time, the treasure appraisal conference jointly organized by the Soul Casting Sect and the Youtan Sect also invited the imperial family, and Tie Anxing immediately happily decided to go to watch the ceremony, and proposed that the caravan of the Immortal Demon Continent must see the majesty of the empire, and asked Tie Zhenbei to bring the artifact to participate.

Tie Zhenbei, who had been entangled by Tie Anxing for a long time, had no choice but to agree, but he had always been cautious, and asked Dongfang Piaoling and others to escort Tie Anxing first, while he took a detour.

He walked a path that few people knew.

In the past, he had always kept the artifact in the secret place of the famous capital, and never dared to carry it on his body, but this time he had to be more careful, and even chose this remote path, just to avoid people's eyes and ears, and quietly went to Quxia Mountain.

The cool mountain breeze blew Tie Zhenbei's clothes, he walked neither fast nor slow, and never wanted to waste any extra strength, which was a habit developed in his military career for many years. On the battlefield, whoever can fight to the end has more strength, and who is the last to leave alive.

There are several small hills more than ten meters high in front, and the peak after crossing the small hills is the boundary of the Western Sect.

Tie Zhenbei's heart widened slightly, but he suddenly smelled a trace of blood from the mountain wind!

It's human blood!

After many years of crawling and rolling in the sea of corpses and blood, he suddenly recognized that there were people!

Holding the unsheathed rusty sword in his hand, Tie Zhenbei cheered up and quietly touched the first hill like a monkey.

Looking forward from the sparse and sparse cracks of miscellaneous trees, Tie Zhenbei saw a tragic scene.

A young man was covered in bloody wounds, and was gasping for breath with a sword and pestle, and around his body, the corpses of more than twenty iron-headed leopards lay horizontally!

The iron-headed leopard, an eighth-order strange beast, has infinite strength, moves quickly, comes and goes like the wind, and lives in groups.

Tie Zhenbei could vaguely distinguish from the young man's ragged clothes, this young man was an ordinary cultivation boy, although he was on the verge of running out of oil at the moment, but he killed more than 20 iron-headed leopards by himself, which still made Tie Zhenbei feel very shocked!

He knew the hardships and difficulties of these young cultivators in the world, and in order to obtain the cultivation exercises and pills, he had to take risks again and again in order to earn spirit stones to get what he needed. He saw that this young man's cultivation was around the beginning of the Cold Hunting Realm, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Seeing that this young man is only eighteen or nineteen years old, it is extremely rare for him to be able to cultivate like this alone!

Tie Zhenbei's divine sense, which immediately moved his compassion, instantly inspected this area within a radius of several miles, and did not find any abnormalities. He squeambly slid through the bushes like a snake, and soon stepped into the bloody arena of the boy's battle.

Tie Zhenbei was a little strange, why was there blood all over the ground He only smelled the smell of blood on the young man's body, but he didn't think much about it, he walked in front of the young man in a few steps and asked in a low voice.

"This little strong man, are you okay?"

The boy seemed to be exhausted, and countless wounds on his body were gurgling out, and he tried hard to open his eyes to see the appearance of Qingtie Zhenbei, but unfortunately he never got his wish.

Tie Zhenbei saw the hand that the young man put on the hilt of the sword, and the green tendons were violent, obviously he had exhausted all his strength at this moment, but he still couldn't lift the last spirit.

Sighing secretly, Tie Zhenbei pinned the rusty sword wrapped in rags to his belt, took out a bottle of hemostatic pill, and sprinkled the medicinal powder evenly on the young man's wounds.

Although the hemostatic pill has a miraculous effect on stopping bleeding, it will instantly increase the pain of the injured, especially since there are so many wounds on the young man's body, Tie Zhenbei knows that the young man at this moment must be in pain and want to die.

However, even if Tie Zhenbei drugged him, the young man's body just trembled like chaff, and he didn't let out a single painful moan and cry from beginning to end, Tie Zhenbei couldn't help but secretly admire that this young man really had extraordinary endurance.

The hemostatic pill used by Tie Zhenbei was used by the Zhenbei army back then, and it has not been used for many years, and the effect is wonderful, and soon the wounds on the young man's body will no longer seep blood, and begin to scar.

At this time, the young man seemed to have recovered a little because of the bleeding of the wound, and his body tried his best to move a few times, but he still half-knelt on the ground and could not stand up straight.

Tie Zhenbei held the young man's shoulders and said in a low voice: "Don't move, quickly sit down cross-legged, and use your strength to transform your qi, otherwise your body will inevitably leave stasis and hidden injuries in the future, come, take this Ning Shen Pill, the effect will be better!"

The young man sat down cross-legged, but who knew that the young man refused to let go of the short sword on the ground, so his body suddenly deviated!

Tie Zhenbei, who had just taken out the Ning Shen Pill in the storage ring and was about to send it to the young man's mouth, hurriedly reached out to help, and at this moment, Tie Zhenbei's heart suddenly cooled, and an incomparably murderous aura made him stunned!

What surprised him even more was that this murderous aura actually came from under him!

Rao is Tie Zhenbei has experienced a hundred battles, Rao is he has survived from the pile of dead people countless times, and this time he is still in the calculation of others!

In the flash of light, Tie Zhenbei, who already knew that the situation was extremely dangerous, retreated sharply, but he was still half a beat slower!

A faint coldness submerged from his right chest like a lightning flash, and then quickly withdrew, and in an instant, Tie Zhenbei felt as if a hole had been opened in his right chest, and the spiritual power in his body was like a lake bursting out like a broken embankment, and he barely withdrew half a meter away, and he had to stagger to stop!

At the same time, Tie Zhenbei felt as if a domineering destructive force began to bite and destroy his meridians and viscera!

It's poisonous!

At this moment, Tie Zhenbei's heart was desolate!

He didn't expect that he would be buried in this wilderness at the hands of an unknown boy after many years of bloodshed!

Tie Zhenbei reluctantly grasped the hilt of the rusty sword at his waist with his right hand, but unfortunately, at this time, he had lost the last trace of strength, and he stared at the young man who stood up slowly in front of him unwillingly, wanting to see what this young man who was plotting against him looked like!

The young man stood up straight, holding the short sword that pierced Tie Zhenbei's heart and lungs and was highly poisonous in his right hand, his eyes flashing with a deep fierce light like a hungry wolf!

"You... are you a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect? ・・・・・・"

Tie Zhenbei suddenly thought of something from the young man's eyes, and reluctantly squeezed this question out of his mouth, feeling that his body gradually began to become cold! How secret was his trip, how did this young man know about it, and could he set a trap here in advance to wait for him?

The young man walked towards Tie Zhenbei step by step, only a few vague syllables of "ho ho" came out of his mouth, but the short sword in his hand attacked again like a poisonous snake, piercing Tie Zhenbei's head at once!

The powerful poison instantly corroded Tie Zhenbei's divine soul, and before his consciousness dissipated, he didn't even feel the slightest regret, he felt that dying like this might be a relief.

A generation of military gods, the king of Zhenbei, died under the sword of an ordinary boy in the wilderness under such an extremely strange situation.

The fierce light in the young man's eyes disappeared, and he skillfully removed the storage ring on Tie Zhenbei's finger, erased the spiritual imprint remaining on it in three or two clicks, and fell all the items in the ring to the ground.

Tie Zhenbei was frugal all his life, and there was only one jade slip in his storage ring, a few sets of change of clothes, a dozen high-grade spirit stones, seven or eight spare pills, and a small emerald green bottle.

The boy took the emerald green vial in his hand, lifted it up, and by the daylight, he looked up at the rosy bead that was faintly visible in the bottle, and the ecstasy finally filled his face.

The young man carefully put the bottle into the storage ring in his left hand, and after ingesting the jade slips, spirit stones, and pills on the ground into the storage ring, a black medicine bottle suddenly appeared on his hand.

Pulling out the rusty sword wrapped in rags, the young man covered the clothes on top of Tie Qingyun's corpse, and dripped a drop of black liquid medicine from the medicine bottle, as soon as the liquid medicine touched those clothes, it suddenly made a strange noise, and in the blink of an eye, those clothes and Tie Qingyun's corpse turned into a small pool of water stains, which were quickly sucked dry by the soil.

Since then, the king of Zhenbei has completely disappeared from this world.

The young man looked at the empty ring in his hand, and a cruel smile suddenly cracked at the corner of his mouth, and he actually put the ring in his mouth and began to chew it, and from his mouth continued to make ugly and harsh strange sounds, and soon, a strange cooing sound came from the young man's throat, and it seemed that he actually chewed and swallowed the storage ring!

Fortunately, no one passed by at this time, otherwise I don't know if I was seen such a strange scene, and I don't know what it would be like to be horrified!

The boy untied the rags wrapped around the rusty sword layer by layer, and his eyes suddenly straightened and glowed with ecstasy, as if the rusty sword in his hand was like a peerless soldier.

The boy flipped the rusty sword in his hand and looked at it for a long time, and then took out some clean black cloth from his storage ring and began to wrap the rusty sword meticulously.

At this moment, the young man was extremely focused, as if he had entered a very mysterious realm, as if there was nothing else in his eyes at the moment except this rusty sword.

This is the realm that practitioners dream of forgetting about things and self, and where heaven and man are one.

Sticking the wrapped rusty sword into his waist, the boy began to skillfully find the magic crystals from the corpses of the iron-headed leopards on the ground, and in the time of a dozen breaths, more than two dozen magic crystals were collected by him.

The boy put his bloodstained finger into his mouth and sucked it for a while, then turned around and headed towards the peak to resist the wind!

He flew so fast that in a few breaths, his figure vanished.

A few lonely hills, as well as the corpses of more than two dozen iron-headed leopards lying on the ground, witnessed the fall of a generation of strong men.