"Father, Mother!" were sad, heartbreaking, and poignant.

"Auntie, Uncle!" were two more sorrowful voices, and tears were rolling down.

The two young generals only flashed and came to Han Shizhong and Liang Hongyu. They helped the husband and wife together, lived and died together.

Yan Shan still has a Tianxin Detoxification Pill in his arms, and he can only save one person. He can choose to save people, but he has no right to make decisions. He walked slowly to the four of them, took out a delicate small wooden box from his arms, handed it over, and said softly: "There is a Tianxin Detoxification Pill here." ”

Tianxin Detoxification Pill can cure the world's strange poisons.

Han Yi was overjoyed and reached out to take the small wooden box. Immediately after, he was stunned.

Liang Xing was also at a loss.

Liang Hongyu looked at Han Shizhong, her eyes flowed, her veins were affectionate, and she said softly: "In this life, Hongyu is fortunate to have the favor of her husband, join hands to fight on the battlefield, live and die together, and have no regrets. ”

The corners of Han Shizhong's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled lightly: "Shizhong is a martial artist, he can win the heart of his wife, what more can he ask for?" Then, he looked at Yan Shan and said softly: "The kindness of the little brother is understood by my husband and wife." Speaking of this, he looked at Liang Hongyu again and said softly: "My husband and wife live and die together, and they are unswerving. ”

The four eyes are facing each other, and the love is sincere.

"Little brother, the road ahead is dangerous, a pill of Tianxin Detoxification Pill can save your life, don't give it away at will. As he spoke, he had already embraced Liang Hongyu into his arms.

At this moment, two slender jade fingers were as fast as lightning, and suddenly hit the two big acupoints on Han Shizhong's chest.

Suddenly, Han Yi and Liang Xing were stunned.

Yan Shan sighed lightly, as if he had expected it.

Han Shizhong understood everything in an instant, and muttered: "Red Jade ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, only because the two slender jade fingers were lightly tapped. It took a lot of courage to make this decision. Liang Hongyu's face was pale, but her gaze was extremely firm. She was poisonous, and she was already dying. How fleeting is the return to light, there is no room for hesitation. She grabbed the small wooden box, took out the red pill, put it into Han Shizhong's mouth, and helped him take it, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

When one breath is gone, life will wither away.

She smiled and gently snuggled into Han Shizhong's arms, instantly freezing eternity.

The firelight swayed in the wind, and the tears glistened in the firelight.

Han Yi picked up his mother's long sword, Liang Xing picked up his uncle's fish-scale purple gold knife, and the two slowly got up and stood side by side with Yan Shan.

Anger burns, and grief and anger will turn into endless power.

Han Yi said in a deep voice: "All the troops listen to the order!"

"The subordinates are here!" the voice resounded through the sky.

"Protect the two marshals!"

"Yes!"

Han Yi looked at Tang Wushuang and said coldly, "Can you still fight again?"

Tang Wushuang laughed loudly: "If you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end!" When the words fell, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The two people next to him hurriedly helped.

Seeing this, Han Yi couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said slowly: "Marshal Han's strongest blow is not idle, that knife didn't go down, he just wanted to save face for the door master, but his strength had already destroyed the eight veins of the Qi Sutra. If you don't use internal force, once you urge the internal force, the meridians will be broken in an instant. ”

"If you don't, you'll be defeated. "Then it counts as a tie, how about it?"

Tang Wushuang suddenly realized. He looked at Yan Shan and said in a deep voice: "Yan Shaoxia, there is something to ask for below. ”

Yan Shan said softly: "The master of the door, please speak." ”

Tang Wushuang reluctantly took out a jade plaque from his arms, and said softly: "Wangyan Shaoxia can give this jade plaque to Mu'er." ”

Yan Shan hugged his fists slightly and said in a deep voice: "Yan Shan will live up to his trust." ”

"Thank you!" Tang Wushuang turned his wrist lightly and threw the jade plaque towards Yan Shan. This throw instantly exhausted all the vitality.

Yan Shan flicked it lightly and put the jade plate into his sleeve. After that, he took out a brocade from his bosom, carefully wrapped the jade plate, and then put it in his arms.

It is disrespectful to be cautious.

But soldiers are not tired of cheating, and life and death are only in a thought. Yanshan has survived until now, and it is not a fluke.

Tang Wushuang didn't seem to care, smiled happily, and died.

"Door Master!"

"Door Master!"

Two cries rang out at the same time, poignant and moving.

The next moment, a blood-colored sword light flashed, and the crying stopped abruptly. The three figures slowly fell to the ground.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword with an indifferent expression. There was still a faint trace of blood on the sword.

Anger needs to be poured out.

Han Yi looked at Zhao Zhengyi again, and shouted angrily: "Zhao Zhengyi, take your life!" Before the words fell, he had already swung his sword towards Zhao Zhengyi to kill.

Liang Xing was not far behind, holding the fish scale purple gold knife tightly, and killed the three brothers.

Zhao Zhengyi and the three brothers did not hesitate and flew to meet them. The matter has come to this point, only to fight to the death, and if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent.

Yan Shan shot again. He gripped the rusty sword and walked back and forth among the men in black in a strange trajectory. Every time the sword is swung, the sharpest tip of the sword cuts through the throat that is most likely to be fatal, leaving only a shallow blood mark, simple and direct, and a sword seals the throat.

Under his sword, killing people is as simple and crude as chopping melons and vegetables, and as easy and natural as picking flowers and breaking leaves.

Corpses lay at their feet. He is still cold-blooded, ruthless, and regards life like a mustard.

He slew from the front yard to the door, and from the door to the water, and walked with blood. The rusty sword was like a hell's sword, constantly harvesting life.

Death is no longer terrible, what is terrible is waiting for death.

The black-clothed people were terrified, the knife was no longer stable, and their legs trembled incessantly.

Looking at the rusty long sword, the soldiers couldn't help but gasp.

Zhao Zhengyi and Han Yi fought again, swords struck, the former was fierce, the latter was fast, and the two were superior.

The severe-backed mountain chopping knife is majestic, domineering and fierce, but the knife misses, and the power of opening the stele and cracking the stone falls into the endless void, so angry.

Han Yi's body is peculiar, and his sword moves are even more elusive. Every time he swings his sword, there seems to be no fixed move, but every move is a killing move, and all of them can kill the opponent. To be more precise, every move is a killing technique, the accumulation of countless battlefield experiences, and an epiphany between life and death.

In the face of the rusty long sword, bearing the terrifying killing intent, the men in black have no fighting spirit, no different from the walking dead.

At this time, the battle between Zhao Zhengyi and Han Yi was a real fair contest.

The young man's spirit, the power of grief and indignation, Han Yi is unstoppable.

Zhao Zhengyi has experienced a hundred battles, and he will not be defeated for a while, but what can he do?

Liang Xing's talent is wonderful, he has the true inheritance of Han Shizhong, and he has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his martial arts cultivation has been among the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes. Just now, he used a spear against three ghost swords, although he fell into the wind, he did not show any traces of defeat, just to hone his body. At this time, he was holding a purple gold knife with fish scales, sweeping, chopping, dialing, cutting, sweeping, nai, chopping, and sudden, opening and closing, and a piece of knife light suddenly bloomed, as bright as a star, beautiful.

Under the shroud of the sword, the three brothers only felt restricted everywhere and miserable.

Without the attack of the man in black, and with the power of grief and indignation, Liang Xing made an all-out move, with one enemy and three, and firmly gained the upper hand.

At this time, the man in black had no intention of fighting again, but he still clung to the straw.

The situation seems clear, but is it really the case?

Suddenly, Liang Xing shouted, his eyes were resolute, and he had the belief that he would win. Meteor lightning, wind and rain in all directions, flowers and willows, three knives in a row, like a shock, turned into a knife. The momentum of the fish scale purple gold knife was like a rainbow, and the sword light slashed, as if there were five fierce tigers looming.

The three brothers had the same mind, and at the same time they took out their swords, and the three swords turned into a sword, facing the rainbow sword light, but like a moth to a fire.

The next moment, only the sound of "dang" was heard, and the three swords were broken into two at the same time. The light of the rainbow knife was castrated unabated, and it sank into the chests of the three brothers.

With a muffled snort, the three brothers fell in a pool of blood.

Liang Xing didn't stay any longer, holding the fish-scale purple gold knife tightly, and killed the man in black.

Finally, Zhao Zhengyi could no longer suffer like this. He raised his internal strength to the peak state and urged his true qi with all his might. The body of the stubber-backed mountain chopping knife is faintly surrounded by blood-colored energy. His eyes widened angrily, and he shot with all his might, the sword was fierce and vigorous.

"It's good to come!" Han Yi's eyes were blazing, and he stabbed out with a sword, moving forward.

The next moment, the long sword pierced Zhao Zhengyi's body.

Zhao Zhengyi looked stunned. He didn't understand, why did the other party pass through the sword wind and strength so easily?

Han Yi seemed to understand something, and said lightly: "Because I can see through it." ”

The long sword was drawn, blood splattered, and Zhao Zhengyi fell in a pool of blood.

The last straw finally broke, and the army was defeated in an instant.

"Dangchang! Dangchang!" countless blades fell to the ground, and the black-clothed men scattered in all directions, leaving in the wilderness.

Inside and outside the General's Mansion, corpses were everywhere, rivers of blood flowed, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yan Shan also fell in a pool of blood, but he still held the rusty long sword tightly......

Before you know it, the night has dispersed, and dawn has arrived.