The poem says:

The battlefield was shattered in a hundred battles, and the south of the city had been surrounded by four sides.

The assault battalion shot and killed General Huyan, and led the remnants of the army to ride back.

He Jiuzhou stared at everyone coldly, and finally those soldiers slowly retreated, and He Jiuzhou slowly exhaled a breath.

No matter how good a person's martial arts are, although he can be a hundred, but his physical strength is no longer good, at this moment he is constantly adjusting his breathing, striving to restore the body's energy to the peak in the shortest possible time.

Because although these people are solved, there is one most important thing in the house, as the so-called capture of the thief first captures the king, if the thief does not capture the king, then everything is in vain. This is a truth that even a child of a few years old understands, and He Jiuzhou naturally understands the stakes better, but he is still waiting, because he believes that those people will not let him down.

This is indeed the case, because they have not fallen until now, but are struggling to support it, even if they should have fallen a long time ago, but they have a breath in their hearts to support them that they can't fall.

The enemy will not die, I will not die, and if he dies, he will be saddened!

One of them had sadness in his eyes, and the companion who had fought side by side with them just left.

He Jiuzhou turned around slowly, his eyes looked coldly ahead, he knew that he was afraid that the people inside would not be able to hold on, if he couldn't save people......

He Jiuzhou didn't dare to stop for a moment when he thought of this, and the whole person was like an unsheathed sword that had entered the house in an instant.

The battle has indeed entered a white-hot state, at this moment, Xuanyuan's clothes have been cut by a sword, a bloody wound has been cut, one person's throat has been retrieved and pierced, and the other person has also fallen to the ground.

Xuanyuan slowly pulled out the sword, and the person who was pierced through the throat kicked his foot a few times, and then there was no movement.

"Xuanyuan!" He Jiuzhou saw the scene in front of him, his eyes turned red, and he roared angrily, but he was very vigorous, but he didn't step forward.

Xuanyuan's mocking eyes could be seen and said, "If you are unhappy in your heart, even if you come to avenge them, what is it to stand here and roar?"

Xuanyuan's tone was still very flat, but if you listened carefully, you would find that his Zhongqi was much weaker than at the beginning, and it seemed that these three people had also caused him some damage.

He Jiuzhou didn't notice this detail because he had been fighting before, but after he was silent for a long time, he pulled out an arrow on his body, wrapped the few remaining fragments on his body in his hand, and said with the sword in his hand: "Then let you take a look at this trick!" As soon as the words fell, he took a strange step.

Xuanyuan still stood there very calmly, calmly one-handed single-sword qi-breaking moves, sometimes advancing rapidly, slashing out a few swords, sometimes quickly retreating and quickly low-grade a few times.

Although He Jiuzhou's offensive was extremely domineering and ferocious, the circle seemed to hit the cotton with every punch, and it could not cause any substantial damage at all.

After He Jiuzhou's last sword was slashed, he planned to retreat quickly, but this move was a little old, and Xuanyuan's pace of retreat stopped in an instant.

This moment seemed to freeze forever and forever, because a gust of wind blew up at this moment and Xuanyuan blocked the veil of his face.

It was an extremely handsome face, with sharp edges and corners, and the eyes were clear and transparent, like a deep lake, without a trace of impurities, and the mouth seemed to be as red as rouge.

At this moment, the eyes of the two people looked at each other, and He Jiuzhou's first reaction was, "How can he be such a young person and how can he be so handsome?" But these thoughts also flashed in an instant.

In an instant, Xuanyuan's right hand quickly appeared like a poisonous snake, and those five fingers were like a poisonous snake opening its fangs, and instantly rushed to his throat.

He Jiuzhou knew that this move could not be carried down, and the offensive was too old to be reversed, so there was only one way, which was to close his eyes and be beaten.

But can you really be caught by this trick?

What will happen if you get hit?

It is very obvious that as long as this move hits, you will no longer have a chance to compete with it, He Jiuzhou naturally will not fail to understand this truth, but now he has no extra hands to resist, and no extra weapons to save himself, knowing that this move will die if he can't stop it, but there is no way, he still can't stop it.

Although He Jiuzhou's eyes were still full of coldness, there was a bit of a trance between saying it here, thinking that he could make a big difference, just like killing this Xuanyuan and becoming famous, but he didn't expect that he and he were not at the same level at all, and he already understood it in his heart after a few rounds.

"How do I turn the tables now?"

There was only one thought left in He Jiuzhou's mind, and the hand in his eyes was getting closer and closer to him, and the hand was getting bigger and bigger.

He Jiuzhou tried his best to dodge sideways, but it was obvious that the trajectory of this hand would not be dodged by him at all, and He Jiuzhou's face was full of despair and anger.

He died here in despair, angry that his previous ambitions had not been realized.

But who in this world cares, are you willing or not?

No one will care about you, no one will answer you, and no one will pity you and help you.

But at this critical moment, at this fateful situation, at the moment when He Jiuzhou was about to close his eyes and wait for death, a sharp arrow shot over, and it changed Xuanyuan's offensive violently.

Xuanyuan grabbed this sword in an instant, which had already made him smash it fiercely, and He Jiuzhou also seized the gap in this moment, and retreated dozens of steps in a row.

"Whew, whew. He Jiuzhou gasped heavily, he quite understood that he had just walked through the ghost gate.

He slowly raised his head and looked around, he was very suspicious of who had shot this arrow, and there was no one else around just now, unless this arrow was shot from a long distance.

But this time I saw that he really didn't come from nearby, but on a mountain at this moment, on a big tree about a hundred meters behind here, a man was holding a bow in his hand, and he had let go of his hand.

It was this person who saved He Jiuzhou at the critical moment just now, but who this person is, and what kind of purpose he wants to save He Jiuzhou is unknown, now let's not talk about the battle on this side, let's go back and take a look, at this moment, where did the Lone Sword Saint and Dugu Blood go after they separated.

The red sunset is sprinkled on this land, a dead leaf with the wind, wandering between this heaven and earth, a golden and brilliant building, hundreds of feet high, red walls, red bricks and red gates, the gate is pasted with a big "death" word.

Outside this blood-red gate, there was an old man standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and the air around him was very quiet, as if a needle could be heard clearly when it fell to the ground.

There was a tick, and a drop of water fell from nowhere and smashed to the ground, although the sound was extremely subtle, but the Lone Sword Saint seemed to hear some deafening sound, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes slowly opened.

At this moment, the path behind the Lone Sword Saint was already filled with fog, and the range that could be seen directly was less than three meters, I am afraid that even someone would not be able to see it behind him at this moment.

The drop of water came from all around him.

In fact, it is a bit strange that there is such a large fog shrouded here at this time period, but this is the truth.

Sure enough, a person slowly came out of the fog, his whole body was shrouded in a white cloth, not even a finger was exposed, and he was completely under the white cloth.

The Lone Sword Saint looked at him calmly, and the person shrouded in the white cloth didn't say a word, he stood here quietly.

After a long time, he finally slowly said his first sentence: "Outsiders are not welcome here." ”

The Lone Sword Saint smiled and said, "If even I am considered an outsider, what about you?"

The man under the white cloth did not speak, and he stood here quietly as he had just done.

The Lone Sword Saint said: "You have no quarrel with the world on the surface, but these most insidious and ruthless things still go out from you, and the recent events are inseparable from you." ”

The man under the white cloth did not answer him, and he did not know if it was because that was the case, or because he did not bother to argue with him at all.

The Lone Sword Saint was silent for a moment and then continued: "Even so, why are you ......" The person under the white cloth suddenly made a move.

It was a thin hand with only one bone left, and it was pitch black without a trace of flesh, and it was not even a hand at all, it was like a few dead branches tied together.

This hand suddenly stabbed down, and the lone sword saint stopped abruptly halfway through his words, and his placket moved instantly, and the speed was many times faster than this dead wood-like hand, and he didn't know how many times the strength was again, and the hand that had reached the middle of the moment immediately retracted.

Although I couldn't see his expression clearly, I could imagine how surprised his expression must be, but if I thought about it carefully, maybe I wasn't surprised, because the two of them had known each other for a long time.

"It's still that fast. The man finally said the second word.

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the Lone Sword Saint and said, "What benefits did their little Burning Sun Sect give you?"

The man shook his head slowly, and after a long time, seeing that the Lone Sword Saint still didn't squeak, he finally said again: "Don't you understand?"

There was suddenly a hint of killing intent in the eyes of the Lone Sword Saint, but he instantly regained his calm.

"Of course I understand, is the fish still in that creek?"

The white cloth man shook his head lightly and said, "The creek has long since dried up, what kind of thing can still survive?"

Lone Sword Saint said: "Even if there is no water, those things can still survive, because they can adapt without water." ”

"They can't get used to it, they don't have that thing and that experience. ”

(End of this review)