The shackles of blood obscured the sky and the sun, and the entire Red Dust Inn was shrouded in a red light of death.

After a long conversation, Jing Che was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep, while Baili Fengma still sat outside the curtain and drank glass after glass.

If you don't get drunk, the more you drink, the more sober you become. The more you drink, the clearer you hear.

When the first traveler came out of the backyard after dawn, the half-sentence "How ...... today's breakfast" was not finished, but the sound of knives cutting bones and blood spattering bamboo branches.

The screams of the singer in panic and panic, and the sound of the little girl fleeing to the point of begging for mercy, finally turned into blood and tears stained the red dust inn.

--They are all sacrifices of troubled times, sacrifices, not to mention this blood shackle.

A drop of wine spilled from the glass, crumbling in the corner of the table.

thought that if he hid in his room and drank without having to carry a sword to kill, he would suffer less, but he mistakenly overestimated his instability. He knew better than ever that even though the world regarded him as a savior, it could not hide the fact that he was a coward. He has been hiding for so many years, drunk and dreaming for so many years, he just can't bear to face up to the blood, and the obstacle that is deeply rooted in his heart has become his inner demon...... He can't cross it.

He was even glad that his people had not forced him at the moment and allowed him to hide in his room as a drunkard and a coward. Otherwise, he was afraid that when he attacked those innocent people, he would fail the Long Yuan White Sword in his hand.

Even if he can judge the situation very calmly and analyze the priorities, even if he knows very well that the world allows every nation to have selfish rights, in the bloody wind and rain, the sword has no eyes, and it is justified. But he still can't bear the self-reproach that comes with the bloodshed.

Commoners...... Ho Gu!

The wine glass in his hand was crushed stiffly, and the cloudy eyes in his eyes suddenly cleared up.

Deliberately ignoring the sound of knives falling outside, but he couldn't ignore the blood light that penetrated the thin curtain more and more, like an expanding blood cell that was almost critical, and seemed to explode at any moment.

Jing Che, who was sleeping lightly, was suddenly awakened by the sound of ceramic cracking, and leaned out of the curtain to see Baili Fengjian standing with a sword on his back, exuding a terrifying aura on his body. She was stunned for a moment, she rarely saw him so cold and compelling, extremely unfamiliar, and subconsciously called: "Master? ”

As if he was sorting out his expression, he paused before turning his head sideways, but he evoked a drunken slanted smile, and drew the tip of his sword and drew a sharp and cold golden crack at the door: "Ah Che, don't go out of this room." ”

After saying that, he walked out without looking back. I don't want to be pierced, I don't want to be seen as happy and angry, rebellious and contradictory, and the smile on my face suddenly converges when I turn my back.

"Whoa, whoa?" There was no response after a few calls, Jing Che angrily and inexplicably climbed out of bed, "Baili Fengjian!" You're sick! ”

But at this moment, there was a huge movement of ceramic cups shattering on the ground downstairs. Jing Che was already disturbed by the shackles of blood, where could he take care of the instructions of hundreds of miles of wind, and couldn't wait to go out to find out. But when her foot touched the golden crack cut by the tip of the sword, she was pushed back by an inexplicable force.

He didn't believe in evil, and tried to rush out again, but was thrown back harder. She was so angry that she almost flipped the table, she was really annoyed by her self-asserted master, and was about to scold, when she heard the voice of the seven shadows downstairs coming loudly, word by word, with a firmness that looked at death as home: "Then let's draw lots." ”

"I am equal to all." There is clearly a drunken indifference in his tone, but there is a kind of majesty that people dare not resist.

"Juggernaut!" Sonorous and powerful, he didn't give up half a step at this moment, "Please let me and my people protect you out of here!" ”

Baili Feng glanced at the corpses piled up behind the half-hung curtains, and the blood was winding along the courtyard stone road, and the smell of fish was soaring. The blood of a hundred or so travelers was not enough to feed the blood shackles, so a few more people had to die among the remaining people.

But he didn't take the words of Qiying, but with a wave of his sleeve robe, he took a pair of chopsticks from the tube, cut off one with his bare hands, and took another tube of chopsticks that were not cut off, and threw them in the air, and the chopsticks crashed into a circle with his sleeve robe, mixing together. A sleeve wind lifted the bamboo tube upside down, and the chopsticks returned to the tube, floating in the air, and the exposed half was the same length.

"Long is life, short is death." Positive color, to put it lightly.

Life and death. No one flinched, but no one stepped forward.

In the middle of the night, the wine cup fell, and a slender man with eyebrows and eyes stepped forward, a typical Zhenyi person's appearance, white skin and black eyes, born delicate and beautiful but with a tenacity: "Lao Tzu comes first!" ”

What was drawn was a short lot.

His face paused slightly, and he immediately smiled arrogantly: "Sooner or later, it will come!" Lao Tzu has been hiding in the underground secret room of this small Kunfang City for so many years, and he is not afraid of death for a long time! To be able to fight side by side with the Sword Master today is even more regretless! ”

The sword rubbed against the scabbard and made a sharp sound, and the sword light swept across the golden dome, and in the next second, the blood stained the white porcelain, and the world was separated.

Everyone looked sideways slightly, but they no longer hesitated. One after another, he stepped forward to draw chopsticks. The dead did not flinch, and the living did not rejoice, this is the Zhenyi people a hundred years later, and the puppet also has a heroic and righteous iron backbone, willing to sacrifice his life for the homeland and fight for the clansmen. And what about Zhenyi a hundred years ago? I can't bear to look back.

The blood light of the blood shackles was a few more points, and at this moment everyone had already been drawn, twenty-nine dead and eleven living.

In the end, there was Baili Kazama, and the Seven Shadows didn't have time to stop him, he had already reached out and grabbed a chopstick.

Hold it in the palm of your hand and spread it out slowly.

It's a short branch.

After just one glance, Qiying immediately brushed away the chopsticks, and resolutely said to Baili Kazama: "The Sword Saint is my hope, and life and death must not be done!" ”

"Why not?" The right hand has already grasped the hilt of the sword, his eyes are still slightly drunk, the corners of his mouth are raised uninhibitedly, and his tone is calm: "I'm just a drunkard who has taken on the false name of the Sword Saint, and I am happy to die." ”

At this moment, he only had it on his mind. Finally, finally, this feeling.

just glanced at the closed carved door on the second floor again, and suddenly remembered the arrogant and tough temperament of the little apprentice, which was actually a little cute. But I still have to bear the entrustment of Sui Sheng......

"Seven Shadows, you will definitely take my apprentice Ah Che back to Jiahuang Mountain."

And Jing Che in the room on the second floor was crying profusely at the moment, desperately trying to break out of this enchantment. Who allowed him to transfer her to someone else like a package! He's a sloppy man! Dead drunk! Now he is still a villain who does not keep his promises!

Long Yuan's white sword slowly unsheathed. Hearing that familiar voice, Jing Che suddenly fell silent hopelessly, his body trembling and froze in place.

This is the voice of him pulling out his sword to kill A-Niang, the voice of him when he forced her to apprentice, or-

It was the sound of the piano that suddenly pushed forward without any transition, and after exerting force, the strings snapped.

"Crane float!" Seven Shadows cried out in shock and pain.

I saw that after the white-clothed pianist finished the last song, he hit his head on the sword of Baili Fengjian, and then his body slowly collapsed to the ground, and a pool of blood soaked the miserable white robe.

The corners of his mouth instead raised a smile of relief: "It is Hefu's carelessness that will put everyone in such a predicament, and now I only hope that the Sword Saint and the rest of the people will get out of this place alive...... Sometime...... Revenge. ”

Revenge. These four words are so heavy, and they are all lives.

The crane smiled and closed his eyes.

At this moment, the red light shrouded outside the inn had expanded to the extreme, and the blood shackles broke with a roar. The fragments of the enchantment fell to the ground, and wisps of blood and qi gushed out like ghosts.

Baili Feng held the Long Yuan White Sword tightly and straightened up, his dark eyes reflected a blood-colored red light, and his eyes were filled with a rare cold clarity. The blood that had been extinguished surged again in every inch of flesh and bones, like a jar of strong wine rolling into the throat, burning the will fiercely: "Everyone leaves from the secret passage, and I will go out alone to meet the enemy." ”

"Juggernaut! Let's fight with you! And they all knelt down in unison.

"Since you have taken a short branch, I don't want to go back alive, but you all have more than one life, and the dead brothers are not for you to continue to die, but to live! Only by living can we talk about the future," he smiled freely, untied the wine gourd and threw it to the Seven Shadows, "Let me take it back to Jiahuang Mountain for me." ”

Seven Shadows hesitantly took the gourd, weighing the pros and cons, and knew that what Baili Fengma said was right, even if everyone rushed out together, with their ability to be a group of rabble, they might not survive facing the top legion in Lincang, but might become a burden to Baili Fengjian. As soon as I closed my eyes and opened them again, I was already decisive: "Everyone follow me through the secret passage!" ”

Everyone in the lobby was evacuated, and Jing Che, who was locked in the room, was also taken away by everyone in the crying and shouting. Hook your lips and smile lazily, without worry.

Silver sword light swept out of the robe. The door of the inn collapsed, and the tall figure walked out against the light.

The warwing Blood Falcon hovering in the sky suddenly turned around and swooped down towards one place, and the heavily armed soldiers on the street were immediately on alert, and the dense arrow muzzles were aimed at the Red Dust Inn.

A general-like person walked out of the soldiers, his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy and violent, looking up and down at Baili Fengjian, and then provoking a smile in his hand: "Baili Sword Saint, this great gift of blood shackles, are you still satisfied?" ”

"Heh," his eyes hung slightly, staring at the person in front of him, it was the current smash hit imperial general, "Xiao Ember is it?" When I beat your grandfather Xiao Zhi all over the ground and begged for mercy, you didn't know where to feed. ”

The lifespan of Zhenyi people is hundreds of years, while the Lincang people can only live to a few dozen years, and the age gap between them is naturally subtle. Xiao Yan's face remained unchanged when he heard this, and he raised his voice and sneered: "I heard that the Sword Saint a hundred years ago was not the same drunkard as now, I don't know you now--"

The voice dragged on, with a steady disdain: "Can you still pick up the sword and use the Seven Traces of Sand of the Sword Saint Gate?" ”

The soldiers behind him erupted in laughter.

Baili Fengma also sneered, squinted lazily, and shook his head: "To deal with Er and other rats, a trace of sand is enough." ”