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The heavy rain fell, wetting Zhao Poyu's long hair, and also outlining the sharp edges and corners of the crossbow to the fullest, it was obviously a magic weapon, and the grade was not low.

The long sword of the ink-robed Taoist hung above Zhao Poyu's head, and his movements were momentary and stagnant, when the crossbow bolt penetrated his throat and flew out dozens of steps behind his head, his facial features instantly stiffened, and before he could make a hoho sound with difficulty, his entire body flew out upside down with the huge force of the crossbow arrow, and fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up countless muddy water.

"You ......" The Taoist forcibly arched his upper body, and made a vague sound towards Zhao Poyu, and before the second syllable could be spoken, he fell down weakly, and there was no movement.

Zhao Poyu stood up, drew back the spear that had accompanied him for many years, and stood solemnly in the night rain in the wilderness, his body as straight as a javelin.

The Rainfall surrounded him, with his companions and enemies lying on his side.

The night style was cold outside, but his hot body had not cooled for a long time, because his body was boiling with hot blood.

Zhao Poyu raised his head and stared at the endless night sky. There were no stars on the night of a thunderstorm, and it was destined to be pitch black before his eyes. His eyes were not shining, mixed with sadness that could not be dissolved.

He couldn't see the light outside the night, all he saw was his comrades who had died on the battlefield in the past.

He seemed to see thousands of troops and horses, roaring and galloping across the grassland.

Tsing Yi Yamen entered the territory east of Qingzhou, widely published hero posts, set off a dispute with Penglai Daomen, games are everywhere, rival scenes are staged everywhere, and it is not uncommon to catch and fight.

But this is the first time that he has been ambushed by the halfway. The other party dispatched two high-level qi training officers, and with nearly three times the force, they surrounded and killed Zhao Poyu's entourage.

Among the four high-level Qi cultivators of the Tsing Yi Yamen, Zhao Poyu's cultivation is the lowest and his strength is the weakest. In the battle of Huangli Township in the past, he fought with Liu Dazheng, and was hit hard by the opponent's blow, and lost his combat power in an instant. However, this does not mean that Zhao Poyu is really easy to follow.

Collecting the body of the Tsing Yi Yamen swordsman, Zhao Poyu dug a big pit on the side of the road.

Having lost his spear, he picked up the corpses of his companions, and put them in one by one, and placed them in a straight position, shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot.

He even knelt beside them and straightened their robes.

A hat is placed on the chest of a companion, and a long knife is placed on the hand of a companion.

He cut down many branches and leaves in the woods, and covered their corpses so tightly that they were impermeable, and then he piled up the wet mud and made a grave.

Zhao Poyu's movements were meticulous, just like when he buried the corpses of his comrades in the battlefield mountain in the past.

Standing in front of the grave, Zhao Poyu was silent.

He remembered the bloody scenes of the past, in those years, he had buried countless comrades with his own hands.

The team that takes care of him like his own brother, the captain who laughs and has no front teeth, the dog baby who has eaten a steamed cake with him, the second egg who always follows him like a fart, and the courage in the army who he has been rewarded by the festival envoy, and he fought side by side for dozens of miles, destroying the head of half of the 100-man team of the grassland barbarians......

Some of them did not find their heads, because they had been cut off by the barbarians of the steppe, some of them were torn apart by the barbarian monks, and their bodies were incomplete, and some of them were dying with wide eyes and telling of the panic of dying.

They had gray-haired parents, young children waiting to be fed, and wives who were leaning on the door and waiting for their return......

The battlefield is Zhao Poyu's battlefield, and the Desert Royal Court is his goal, and he thinks about the army day and night.

And now, he has arrived in Pinglu, and in this completely unrelated place, he has become a Jianghu killer, facing a group of people who don't know what to call Jianghu Taoists.

Life's encounters are always so unexpected.

Zhao Poyu took out a wine bag, sprinkled it in front of the grave, and finally left a little, raised his head and drank it all.

After doing this, Zhao Poyu silently bowed his head, put on his hat, and turned around resolutely in the heavy rain, without looking back away from the grave.

Walking on the official road, carrying a seriously injured Tsing Yi swordsman, Zhao Poyu stepped on the rain and ran.

He'd spent too much time disposing of his companion's corpse, and the hour he had arrived at his target was getting closer, and he had to do what he could.

Dozens of miles away, the Voidless Sword Gate was the battlefield of his trip.

He was left alone, carrying a seriously wounded companion on his back.

But he had to hurry.

As a warrior, no matter whether there are comrades around you or not, no matter what has become of your comrades, as long as there is still a breath of air, you must rush to the battlefield on time.

Hold your spear tightly, stand up and fight, go all out, and never die.

No matter what kind of battlefield it is, whether it is against an opponent he likes or dislikes, whether there is a chance of victory or not, go to war.

If you live, you will live with your comrades, and if you die, you will die with your comrades.

Go to war!

......

Ten miles away at the foot of Qingshui Villa.

Several Tsing Yi swordsmen flew and ran wildly in the rain.

Dozens of grey friars were in hot pursuit.

The Tsing Yi swordsman in the lead covered his waist and abdomen tightly, and blood kept spilling from between his fingers. He gritted his teeth, and instead of looking back, he ran forward, his footprints in the dirt behind him, connected straight together.

In the footprints, a drop of crimson is particularly eye-catching.

The pursuing greyfriars spread out in a fan shape, and the fan spread its wings as it ran, forming a flanking encirclement.

In the night, there was only the sound of rain and footsteps, and no one spoke.

The fleeing Tsing Yi Yamen did not speak, and the gray friar who pursued did not say half a word of nonsense.

Such a situation could not be more obvious, if you run fast, you will escape, and if you chase fast, you will gather and annihilate, there is no need to waste your tongue and strength.

After Chen Beiwang and Mu Qingliu arrived at Qingshui Villa, they stayed on the periphery of the villa to monitor the movements of the villa, so as to confirm their movements after three days, and the Tsing Yi Yamen was raided and killed by the other party.

If it weren't for the quick reaction of the Tsing Yi Yamen and the timely retreat to kill a bloody road, once the other party's encirclement was formed, he would no longer have the slightest chance of life.

It's just that at this moment, he just escaped from the mountain, and there were more than 20 gray-clothed monks in pursuit, several times more than them, and the cultivation realm was not lower than theirs, and there were some monks with higher realms in the middle, but they didn't make a move for the time being, and when the distance was enough, it was possible to use a blow to kill.

The injured monk of the Tsing Yi Yamen was careless, stumbled under his feet, and fell to the ground.

He was so badly injured and bleeding that he could no longer control the balance of his body, and after he fell, he did not get up and run again, but turned around and jumped backwards, and the long knife slid through a graceful arc, slashing out a white match in the dark rain, and rushed towards the gray friar!

There is no possibility of him escaping, and continuing to make useless efforts will only affect his companions.

It is a felony to involve a companion in the Tsing Yi Yamen.

Returning to kill the enemy, taking the initiative to break off, and winning a glimmer of life for his companions is a great achievement in Tsing Yi Yamen.

The companion of this Tsing Yi swordsman, when he rushed backwards, his body did not pause for half a minute, and he didn't even turn his head, and everyone's steps were faster.

Only silent tears, sprinkled in the air, combined with the rain.

After the break, the Tsing Yi swordsman attacked and killed one person, and then fell down facing the loess, and was blasted into pulp by the swarming gray monks.

Several other Tsing Yi swordsmen did not escape the pursuit of the Grey Friars because of this.

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, the captain among the crowd gritted his teeth, turned around and slaughtered the Greyfriar!

As the captain of this team, if the mission fails, he will not be able to escape the blame, and as the captain of this team, he can't watch his companions die in front of him.

This ringleader fought to the death of three people.

His strength is naturally stronger than the wounded who died first, and it is in his heyday, but the other party has been on guard after experiencing the counterattack of the wounded, if it is not for the will to die, determined to die with the enemy, the captain can't even fight to kill the three.

But that's not enough.

The two fought to the death of five people, and instead of dealing a fundamental blow to the pursuers, it inspired their hatred.

In the blink of an eye, only two swordsmen were still on the run.

The formation of the wings on both sides gradually closed over, and it seemed that they were about to surround them.

The two swordsmen glanced at each other, and each felt the other's resoluteness.

They suddenly stopped, turned around, drew their swords, and ran!

Since you can't escape, you will die horizontally and vertically, rather than being attacked and killed from behind, it is better to face the enemy and fight to the death.

When the gray-clothed monks saw that they dared to turn back, they were all furious and jumped out one after another, and the spell was already about to be struck.

When a drop of rain smashed down on the back of the Tsing Yi knifeman's knife, a strange syllable suddenly sounded in the wilderness.

As soon as the syllables sounded, they were endless, like a mountain stream pouring down a clear spring, like a great river gushing endlessly.

The night wind suddenly became extremely cold.

The heavy rain that fell, dripping into ice in mid-air, smashed down like hailstones, and hit shallow pits on the ground, and fell on the gray-clothed friar, and it flew like arrows, bringing out smeared blood!

The muddy water under the feet of all the grey friars instantly turned into ice flowers, solidifying their feet, and then spreading rapidly to their legs, waists, hands, and necks!

But in an instant, those who leap into the air fall hard, those who run with their feet and fall head-on, and those who stand on their feet are as stiff as stones.

Every Greyfriar has become an ice sculpture, and not a single Greyfriar can move!

Before their whole bodies were wrapped in frost, they looked up and looked ahead in amazement, and saw a graceful and ethereal figure on the top of the woods not far away, playing the jade flute in their hands.

They couldn't see the man's face clearly, but they remembered the graceful gesture of the other.

Only a very small number of gray-clothed monks, hearing the sound of the flute, suddenly appeared in their minds a legend in the rivers and lakes, which had disappeared for several years, which made them full of despair;

The two Tsing Yi swordsmen turned around and clasped their fists and bowed: "Meet the Great Commander!"

She put down the jade flute on the side of her mouth, looked through the deep and heavy rain curtain, looked in the direction of the brightly lit Qingshui Villa, and her tone was even colder than this extremely cold night: "No matter who it is, anyone who dares to touch my Tsing Yi Yamen will pay the price of remembering it for a lifetime!"

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