After solving Pinggu, Lu Zhiyao couldn't bear the pressure in his chest anymore, and a large mouthful of blood mixed with his body tissues was instantly spurted out by himself, and even this blood was not the bright red blood in daily life, Lu Zhiyao's blood was darker in color and tended to be dark green. And as this pressure was released, Lu Zhiyao staggered, swaying and unsteady, which shows that he is also fast.

"Qingsong, why don't you take your wife away quickly!"

After gritting his teeth and squeezing the shoulder of a sword formation disciple who was attacking him, Lu Zhiyao hurriedly took the time to shout in the direction of Murong Wenxin.

"Let's go!"

Qing Song saw that now, he had already been blinded, he had never seen Lu Zhiyao so intersecting, killing people invisibly at will, whether the taciturn Lu Zhiyao on weekdays was real, or the Lu Zhiyao who was now incarnated as a hellish ghost was real, Qing Song couldn't tell the difference. He was confused, what is true and what is false? What is a good person? What is a bad person? Just like himself, if he kills someone, is he still a good person? But with Lu Zhiyao's roar, he instantly sobered up.

Yes, I want to be calm, I can't be afraid, I need to be sober, Madame is still behind me, I must give Madame and the little master gifts here, I can't just be defeated, I am the last wall to protect Madame, if you want to hurt Madame and the little master, then step over my corpse first.

"Escort Madame with me!"

Thinking of this, Qing Song hurriedly shouted in the direction of Murong Wenxin.

After that, Qing Song clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and then vigorously slashed at the sword formation disciple in front of him, at this moment, he didn't care whether he had cut someone just now, so he took the lead in holding the sword in his hand, and rushed in the direction of the door, and rushed angrily.

With the fearless charge of the generals of the Hou Mansion in Zhenxi, and after they lost most of the generals, finally with Qing Song's sword slashing, the remnants of the entire Hou Mansion in Zhenxi still rushed out of the sword formation of the Haoran League, and one by one they came to the originally bustling street with injuries.

After Lu Zhiyao saw Murong Wenxin completely escape from the inn, Lu Zhiyao knew that since Murong Wenxin had escaped from the inn, the rest of the way could only rely on Qingsong and themselves, and he would also complete the last mission in the world.

Just like a candle that is about to be extinguished, a flame that is not prosperous can make the light continue a little more. Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyao once again held the Zimu Sword with both hands, and then resolutely used his own body to block the middle of Murong Wenxin and the disciples of the Sword Array.

"Bodhi is the law of cleansing. ”

I saw Lu Zhiyao instantly raise his sword and stab forward, and countless sword qi roared out along the long sword held by Lu Zhiyao, rushing towards the remaining surviving sword formation disciples, as Lu Zhiyao stabbed faster and faster, the sound of screams resounded in the inn lobby one after another, and as Lu Zhiyao, he wanted to create an opportunity and time for Murong Wenxin to escape in his last time, so he had already stopped making reservations, gritted his teeth and tried his best to perform the highest trick he had learned in his life.

This move wants the lives of all the sword array disciples, and even more wants Lu Zhiyao's own life.

This trick is like the brilliant fireworks in the night sky, at the end of its life, it will bloom the most beautiful moment in its life, gorgeous, instantaneous, but eternity.

And after a while, the surging and violent sword qi slowly dissipated, and in front of Lu Zhiyao, a small fan-shaped space was presented, and below the space, dozens of sword formation disciples lay quietly, but these are not so much called corpses as they are actually minced meat.

As for Lu Zhiyao, I saw that he still maintained the action of raising his sword and stabbing out, his eyes were hideous, he was staring ahead with gritted teeth, blood stains kept flowing out along his lips, and there was no one on his body intact, and the scars that appeared from time to time were silently bubbling blood, and his clothes had already been dyed red by blood.

In the eyes of the surviving sword formation disciples, this is no longer an ordinary person, and Lu Zhiyao at this moment, judging from his appearance, is more like a demon in the abyss, like a fierce spirit that chewed people at night.

Seeing this, the sensitive and fragile nerve in the hearts of the disciples of the Sword Array was finally overwhelmed by Lu Zhiyao, along the way, what kind of people did they meet, all of them went to death for their so-called beliefs, they didn't understand, they couldn't see through it.

The sword formation of more than 30 people brought by Pinggu was lost most of them on the way to pursue Yu Chi Liuli at this moment, and now there are not even eight people who can be lucky enough to live from Lu Zhiyao's hands. In desperation, they finally withdrew.

Finally, under the full force of Meng Ke, Wu Liaoping and Lu Zhiyao, Murong Wenxin took Yue Qinming and Yu Chi Liuli to escape from the pursuit of Haoran Alliance and began the journey back to the Phantom Wine Shop.

And Murong Wenxin, who had just escaped from the inn, was about to take everyone to escape from this place quickly, and when she went to the passenger boat docked at the dock of the Zhenxi Hou Mansion before, she and everyone suddenly heard a loud noise from the inn behind her, and when she hurriedly turned around and looked at the inn after hearing the sound, she saw several seriously injured sword formation disciples dressed in Haoran League clothes supporting each other and fleeing from this place in panic, and even a few sword formation disciples stared at Murong Wenxin viciously, but they didn't dare to step forward again。

After waiting for a long time, Murong couldn't wait for Lu Zhiyao, she knew that her Uncle Lu had paid too much for the future of their mothers.

For this reason, Murong hesitated, and almost threw out the Yu Chi Liuli in her arms, but when she barely stood firm, a line of clear tears could no longer be hidden, and burst out of her eyes.

"Uncle Lu..."

Murong muttered to himself in a questioning heart, and then his liver and intestines were broken, and he wanted to stop looking at his eyes, but there were more and more tears in his eyes.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Murong Wenxin's heart ached like a knife, these were all entrusted to himself and Yue Lingang with the fate of the whole family, the hundreds of generals brought by Yue Lingang were originally less than thirty people who could rush out with Murong Wenxin at this time. Now she is speechless to these honest villagers, she knows that in her life, she owes more and more debts, even to the point that she can't pay it back, and she can't afford to pay it back.

At this moment, Qing Song had already lost his left arm when he was cut off in the process of charging, and the blood was not stopping, but even so, when he turned around and looked at Murong Wenxin and Yue Qinming with a white face, he showed a relieved smile this time.

However, Lu Zhiyao still did not walk out of this inn.

At this time, Yue Qinming also looked at the crumbling inn with Murong Qianxin. When he also saw clearly that it was the people of Haoran Alliance who left and not his own Lu Shibo, he could no longer control his emotions at a young age, and the steel knife he was holding in his hand also fell to the ground because of his detachment, and the fierce trembling was not because he was afraid, nor because he was excited, he was trembling all over his body, because of his grievances and unwillingness, anger and guilt.

Finally, Yue Qinming's knees weakened, and he faced the inn and knelt on the ground fiercely.

My father said that a man has gold under his knees, and he can only kneel to heaven and earth, his ancestors, and his parents, and now, I kneel to you, it is you who make me understand how strong a belief will make me strong, and it is you who make me understand that as a man, the burden on his shoulders and how to pass through the days to come, and you make me understand how to make them repay this hatred in the family. You gave me hope to live and the courage to live.

Uncle Lu, hard work.

Three heads are three promises, three vows, three hatreds that cannot be forgotten for a lifetime.