Song Duanyu's heart was broken.

The middle-aged man in front of him who was holding a severed arm that was constantly bleeding out turned out to be Zhang Zitang.

He thought to himself.

He didn't know why Zhang Zitang came here.

But during this time, the manager faintly told Song Duanyu that the person in front of him, who had carried the sky for him for more than 20 years, must know something.

Maybe it has something to do with him.

Song Duanyu thought of this, and his originally riotous mood calmed down, but his eyes were still a little dodgy.

He looked at Zhang Zitang and said softly, "Uncle Zhang, you." ”

Before Song Duanyu could finish speaking, Zhang Zitang waved his hand and said, "Yu'er, I'm fine." You've always been here?"

Song Duanyu nodded.

Zhang Zitang said, "If you don't go back earlier, your mother will be worried about death." ”

Song Duanyu was silent.

I saw Zhang Zitang first glance at where Huizhou Zichi and his party were standing.

He asked, "Did the man move too?" ”

Although Zhang Zitang was injured, he still spoke with full energy.

The people in the rivers and lakes present listened to Zhang Zitang's words, and also looked towards the purple pool in Huizhou.

The purple-robed disciples of Huizhou Zichi looked at each other.

Zhao Shengxiao's face was as calm as water, and Qin Xiyin was thoughtful. It seems that he is still immersed in the slap that the woman slapped Song Duanyu before.

At this time, Hu Zihao walked out of the crowd, and he looked at Zhang Zitang.

There were a few wisps of complexity in Hu Zihao's eyes.

After a long time, he slowly spoke, "Yes. ”

Zhang Zitang sighed slightly, the person in his mouth was Qiu Donghai. Unexpectedly, after he left Qingyang Town, Qiu Donghai began to do it.

The debts and grievances of the year should be settled on the moonlit night of the year, so why settle them on the widows of others.

Hu Zihao turned his head to Song Duanyu and said, "Yu'er, after you go out later, don't go back to Qingyang Town, go directly to Hidden Fire Town." Uncle Zhang has something to store in the blacksmith shop in the town, you can pick it up when the time comes. ”

Song Duanyu was also confused when he heard Hu Zihao's words, he didn't understand what Hu Zihao meant.

But since Zhang Zitang said so, Song Duanyu also wrote it down.

But Song Duanyu still had doubts in his heart. It's just that the current situation is complicated, and Song Duanyu is not easy to ask.

At this time, the cold-looking woman turned around and walked to the edge of the purple pond in Huizhou.

The woman's gaze swept over everyone in Zichi, Huizhou, including Hu Ziyan, who was carrying a Xuanhua axe.

The ordinary disciples of Huizhou Zichi didn't feel anything.

It's just that the rest of the people felt that the woman's eyes were a little uncomfortable.

The first person to meet the woman's eyes was Qin Xiyin.

Qin Xiyin saw that there was a faint hint of banter in the woman's eyes, and she was also angry in her heart.

There was a light purple aura in her eyes. This is Qin Xiyin's talent.

In addition to Qin Xiyin's ability to see through people's inner world, he also has a peculiar ability.

You must know that in the world of martial arts, you can fight against others, or borrow weapons or hurt the enemy with your own true qi.

There are many ingenious methods among them, and Qin Xiyin will use one of these thousands of ways to hurt the enemy with his eyesight.

But before Qin Xiyin could gather all the qi in her eyes, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the black-robed woman.

At this moment when the cold light flashed, Qin Xiyin only felt that the qi in his body was discharged, and the qi in his body could not be lifted in the slightest.

As for Hu Ziyan, after seeing the woman's gaze, he slowly lowered his head.

He clearly saw that there was a bit of disdain in the woman's eyes. It seems that the choice made by Hu Ziyan is a little disdainful.

As for Zhao Shengxiao, he looked at the woman with a calm face.

Maybe in Zhao Shengxiao's eyes, he and the woman in front of him are the same kind of people.

I only heard the woman say slowly, "Remember, there is no one left." ”

The woman's voice was not soft, and everyone present heard her words.

Zhao Shengxiao nodded.

The woman walked away, disappearing into the bronze gate.

Song Duanyu looked at the woman's distant figure and wanted to stop the woman.

But he didn't say it. At first, he already had a lot of confusion in his heart. Second, the current situation no longer allows him to have time to stop the woman.

Because with Zhao Shengxiao's command, the disciples of Huizhou Zichi in purple robes entered the crowd.

There was chaos in the hall, which can also be said to be "eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers".

Song Duanyu kept waving the short knife in his hand and half a foot of snow, and constantly urged the body of "Three Inches Green" to wander among the disciples of Zichi, Huizhou.

There is only one person who did not make a move, and this person is Hu Zihao.

Hu Zihao walked out, faced Zhao Shengxiao, and said slowly, "Is it going to be like this? ”

Zhao Shengxiao looked at the mighty man in front of him, and couldn't help but be impressed by the man's majestic appearance.

But his face was still light and light. He said, "Is it just for that favor back then?"

What Zhao Shengxiao said is not that he owes Hu Zihao a favor - after all, he is just a leading figure of the contemporary young generation, and Hu Zihao is a figure of the same generation as the 'Wind and Frost Two Blades' and the two brothers of Cheng Suifeng.

The difference between the two is only more than ten years. What Zhao Shengxiao was referring to was the look that Hu Zihao owed to that person back then.

Hu Zihao's eyes are full of memories and loneliness.

He seemed to see the red dress.

That day, under the blood-colored sunset, a woman in red told a young man with two knives on her back her biggest secret.

The woman's breath was disordered and dying, and it seemed that it would not be long before she died.

The boy knelt motionless in front of the woman, tears streaming down his tender cheeks.

"Master, why did that person save us", Hu Zihao said.

The woman's eyes were lowered, and she said in a rather cold voice, "Naturally, it is for the morality of his heart." ”

Previously, the woman was seriously injured and was hunted down by the enemy on the rivers and lakes.

If it weren't for the man in green clothes and wearing a short knife at his waist, the woman and the boy would have been divided by the enemies of the rivers and lakes.

"Master, what is morality," the boy asked.

"It's a very powerful thing," the woman said. ”

There was a look of confusion in the young man's eyes, and he said, "Can it be more powerful than the knife in the master's hand?"

The woman looked at the saber at her waist - it was a pair of ghosttooth knives.

Let's say that although there are many heroes on the rivers and lakes, most of them are men. There are still few heroines.

In addition to short stabs and long whips, the most used weapons by female knights on the rivers and lakes are swords.

But this woman used a rare short knife.

Before a Jiazi, there was a sect on the rivers and lakes in the northwest, called "Ghost Daomen".

The master of the Ghost Sword Sect has exquisite sword skills, and it only took three short years from the establishment of the sect to standing on the top of the mountain in the northwest rivers and lakes.

For a while, the Ghost Sword Sect suppressed the forces of other sects in the northwest rivers and lakes.

But over time, it caused dissatisfaction among the old forces in the northwest rivers and lakes.

When the position of the master of the Ghost Knife Gate passed to this generation, the forces of the Northwest Jianghu also launched a purge of the Ghost Knife Gate by strangling the name of the 'devil'.

Such a false act of destroying the world is really despised by the heroes of the moment.

This woman is the contemporary master of the Ghost Sword Gate.

When the young man heard this, he nodded as if he didn't understand, and said, "Master, is this 'morality' more powerful than a knife?" ”

The woman said, "In the hands of such a person, morality is naturally sharper than a sword, a sword, and a sharp thing. ”

The boy was thoughtful.

Hu Zihao came back to his senses from his memory.

He nodded and said, "Naturally." The favor that the master owes to that person is naturally repaid by me, who is an apprentice. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Shengxiao clenched the knife in his hand, and said with a chuckle on his face, "I didn't expect that Senior Song's status was so high that he would let the disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect, the first sect in the Northwest Jianghu, come to help." ”

"Are you not giving Hu this face?" Hu Zihao asked with a solemn expression.

Zhao Shengxiao said, "The master has a life, and it is difficult for Zhao to obey his fate." What's more, Zhao is also a person who uses knives, and he is also very interested in the knives in the hands of his predecessors. ”

When Hu Zihao heard this, he also said helplessly, "Let's go out of the knife." ”

The air between the two froze for a moment.

Let's say that outside the small heavy mountain, a large number of people and horses have already gathered at the foot of the mountain.

There were about twenty or thirty people from the Northwest Spear Sect, and the leader was a man with a meniscus spear.

This man has a face like a golden monkey, a phoenix ribbon around his waist, a purple and gold crown on his head, and his name is Yang Song, who is Yang Bo's elder brother.

And on the other side of Chaoyunguan, there was an old man with frosty white temples and long hair.

The old man's eyebrows were also white.

The old man walked over and said to Yang Song, "Nephew Yang Xian, if I remember correctly, Yang Bo and Yang Su are both your relatives." ”

Yang Song nodded and humbly replied to the old man, "The seniors have a good memory, Yang Su is my cousin, and Yang Bo is my brother. ”

The old man nodded and said, "I don't know what happened to Nianfan's child." I told him that when walking outside the rivers and lakes, he should abide by the teachings left by his grandfather, why is this child so disobedient?"

After the old man finished speaking, he sighed slightly.

"The seniors don't need to worry, with the skills of Nian Fan's younger brother, although it is not enough to say that he wins among those people in the rivers and lakes, there is no obstacle to self-preservation. ”

When the old man heard this, he also nodded.

That's what he thought in his heart.

After all, there are also a lot of magic weapons and artifacts that they use to save their lives in the Cloud View. And Huang Nianfan is a leader among the contemporary disciples of Chaoyunguan. The sect is naturally indispensable for rewarding him. What's more, Huang Nian is a mortal and clever, and he is good at improvising when encountering things.

The old man's hanging heart can be regarded as half of it.

"Senior, when are we going to go into that vault? Jansson asked.

There was a little worry between his brows.

The old man waved his hand, dusted the whisk in his hand, and said, "Wait for the friends of the Wolf Gold Club first." ”