The night was deep, like a huge iron claw, enveloping people. Although most of the riders who accompanied them had already lit the torches in their hands, this little bit of light was deeply immersed in the vast darkness of the night, and it seemed to be useless.

Just like those self-contained remnants in the rivers and lakes, even if they have the ability to break the river and go to the sea, they can't compete with the general trend of the world after all.

The situation has been tense recently, and although outsiders don't think it, it has long been a well-known thing in the capital. Even Bianliang, which is famous for its jade trees and silver flowers that never sleep, has temporarily imposed a curfew.

Because of this, although the convoy was less than fifty miles away from Bianliang at this time, it was still dark all around. In addition, in the dense forest, the branches crisscrossing the head block the bright moonlight, and if there is no torch illumination, you can't even see the road under your feet.

The lord of Luo Yi Pavilion, who was in the carriage, didn't have to worry about hurrying. Although Zhao Wu'an killed the coachman who had been holding the reins for him all along, this experienced coachman was not the only one in Luo Yige, and if there was a vacancy, someone would replace him at any time.

As they approached Bianliang, the convoy slowed down and searched through the forest. They also don't have enough manpower, but it's not too tight to hunt down a second-grade master who is seriously injured.

Further on, there is a vast plain with a radius of 30 miles under Bianliang City, on which there are only scattered villages. No matter how bold Zhao Wu'an was, it was impossible to find a place to live in that kind of place.

Since he had fled here all the way, Luo Yige said that he couldn't let him go any further.

At the request of the helmsman, he deliberately leaked the directory, risked being served as a pot, used his body as bait, and set up a bureau in person, just to wipe out Zhao Wu'an here.

He must not be allowed to enter Bianliang. This is the only requirement of the helmsman, and it is also the bottom line of the helmsman.

If Luo Yige can't get rid of Zhao Wu'an with the strength of the whole body, Luo Yige will no longer have the shame to return to the land of Liangzhejiang.

It was at this time that the carriage stopped.

The man in the Luo robe was slightly stunned, came back to his senses, and opened the curtain clearly.

In front of the carriage, there was a tall man, dressed in a gray-brown linen robe, with a snow-white cloth tied around his waist, carrying a knife on his shoulder, and kneeling on the ground crisply.

Seeing that the man's hands were empty, the Luo Yige Lord in the carriage pursed his cold thin lips with a little displeasure.

"What about people?" he asked.

"The subordinates are incompetent. The man responded.

Lord Luo Yige snorted coldly, put down the curtain, sat back in the car, and said in a deep voice: "You are known as a thunderous knife, but the knife that slashed out from behind Zhao Wu'an obviously did not hit him in the neck. Should I say that the rumors about you in the rivers and lakes are not worthy of the name, or is it that your Duan family knife is simply a scrap?"

The man was half-kneeling on the ground, motionless, like a wood carving.

At this moment, a crisp bell sounded from the depths of the dense forest.

A blue-feathered chick with a bell hanging from its legs flapped its wings and flew from the woods and deftly stopped at the porthole of the carriage.

The Luo Yi Pavilion Lord gently hooked a finger, and the bird jumped on his finger, bowing its head and pecking shallowly.

Lord Luo Yige smiled, "Thanks to my birds, they are not as wasteful as you. Found it, just behind, he was about to go back and ask for help. ”

The man kneeling on the ground was stunned, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"What, scared?" Lord Luo Yi sneered, "Do you think that by letting him live, you can let Zhao Wu'an live?"

He lifted the curtain again, and his voice had become as cold as ice: "Within one sword, kill Zhao Wu'an." Otherwise, you won't want to achieve your long-cherished wish in this life. ”

The man kneeling on the ground trembled, and cold sweat rolled down from his forehead.

"I understand it below. ”

"It's wrong, it's not down. ”

The man sat up from the carriage, slowly got out of the carriage, walked in front of the man, and suddenly lifted his foot and stomped on the man's face.

"You're a fifteen, idiot. ”

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The forest was dark and the grass was deep, and Zhao Wu'an crouched in the grass, holding his breath.

A group of men and horses with torches, no more than three or four feet away, rushed in front of him, startling a bird overhead.

The torches only poked out for a moment, and a group of men and horses gradually moved away, and the sound of horses' hooves fell in their ears, and gradually became inaudible.

After another moment, the forest fell completely silent, and only the occasional hoarse hiss of the crows overhead could be heard, and the rich smell of blood swirled around the tip of the nose.

Zhao Wu'an knew why these crows came from. Just like in the Pingshan Inn in southern Xinjiang, these birds with dark wings are often the most sensitive to blood.

He held the Roselle sword box that had been scrawled in the grass before, sat up slowly, turned his back to the thick trunk, and leaned in at once.

There was a sharp pain like tearing in his shoulder, and Zhao Wu'an gritted his teeth, pulled out the poppy from the Luo Shen sword box, and slashed it towards his shoulder.

The tip of the sword entered the tree, and a touch of cool juice fell, dripping on his shoulder impartially, gradually obscuring the scattered bloody breath.

The blood-stained white robe had been cut off his shoulder, and Zhao Wu'an was covered in dust and tired, lazily spreading among the grass, letting the green sap drip on his shoulder, rusting the priceless poppy.

Through the shadows of the leaves overhead, Zhao Wu'an stared at the starry sky in a daze, and sat motionless.

After a while, he muttered to himself: "The human heart is unpredictable, and there is no one in this world who can be trusted. ”

Having said that, he trusted Hu Buxi so much, and gradually transferred this trust to others.

If Hu Buxi stabbed him in the back one day, Zhao Wu'an would probably not understand what it was for in the next life. He can see through all the truth hidden behind the fog, but he can't see through this person's heart.

Until now, if he was asked to recall the face he saw in the forest, Zhao Wuan would feel that he had seen it wrong.

But the earth-shattering thunder, the true strength contained in the sword intent, but there is no second one on this river and lake.

Ten feet away, there was a sudden noise in the grass. Zhao Wu'an subconsciously wanted to stand up, but his shoulders leaned against the trunk of the tree as if he didn't obey the call.

The thunder sword intent poured into his body, and half of his body was paralyzed by shock, and now it has reached the point where it is impossible to summon. Zhao Wuxin knew this, so he stopped struggling, and let the rustling sound get closer and closer.

At the turn of spring and summer, outside the city of Bianliang, there should be no more hungry wolves.

And what was slowly approaching in front of Zhao Wu'an was indeed not a wolf, but a grass fox with inky eyes.

Keeping a distance of less than a zhang, the grass fox stared at Zhao Wu'an vigilantly with its copper bell-like eyes, and walked back and forth around his body several times, as if hesitating whether to attack or not.

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly and said lightly: "The tiger falls into Pingyang, that's probably what it means, right?"

He suddenly let out, and the grass fox seemed to be frightened, and suddenly jumped backwards, suddenly erected a body of fur, and bared his teeth fiercely at Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an waved his finger slightly, and Su Musha suddenly came out of his sheath, flipped in the air for a moment, and then stabbed towards the grass fox.

But compared to the past, this streamer has obviously lost its sharpness. The grass fox dodged the stab with a dexterous leap, and Su Musha jingled and fell into the grass.

And the grass fox seemed to be angered by Zhao Wu'an's actions, and no longer protested, but directly roared and pounced on Zhao Wu'an.

The bloody mouth was close in front of him, and Zhao Wu'an could almost smell the fishy stench in the beast's mouth.

Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light.

A knife force that couldn't see the meaning of the shape came from nowhere, and in an instant, it split the grass fox in half, and the dripping blood fell on Zhao Wu'an's body.

Zhao Wu'an, who was still slumped against the trunk of the tree, smiled bitterly: "Why do you bother. Do you have to let me die under your sword myself before I can be willing?"

The knife-wielding man in gray-brown clothes didn't say a word, and slowly walked over from the avenue and approached Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an was still calm and composed, as if he had been forced into a desperate situation.

"Duan Hunting Heaven. He said word by word.

The man with the knife was shocked, and his hard face was bloodless all of a sudden.

"Why? I just want one reason. Zhao Wu'an said lightly, "Lord Luo Yige, isn't it the person you swore to kill in this life?"

The man with the knife was silent for a long time, and said, "He is indeed the person I swore to kill in this life, and he has not changed until this time. ”

"In that case, why do you want to die for the enemy? This is not the Duan Hunting Heaven I know who goes against the sky. ”

"I didn't work hard for Luo Yige. Duan Hunt Tiandao, "It's just that people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves." ”

"That's the answer you gave me?"

Duan Hunttian was stunned for a moment, "No, killing you is an order......

"Is Luo Yige going to kill me? Zhao Wu'an clasped his palms, "Or is it the Nie family and Luo Yige who are joining forces to kill me?" After all, the Nie family did not hesitate to create such rumors in the Central Plains in order to pull you into the gang. It seems that in this world, all the swordsmen who are not from the Dongfang Lianmo side have to enter the demon path. ”

Duan Zhantian said with a dark face: "That's enough." ”

"What?" Zhao Wu'an asked with a smile, "Have you started to speak for your master?"

The more indifferent you are to others on weekdays, the more you can laugh when you are in a desperate situation.

Zhao Wu'an is naturally this kind of person.

Duan Hunttian's face began to become hideous. He tried his best to hold the knife in his hand, but the blade still trembled.

"I didn't do that, I never did...... So recognized. Duan Hunttian is a human being, and he will never bow his head to anyone. ”

"You still have shoe prints on your face. Zhao Wu'an was undaunted.

Duan Hunttian was shocked, his pale forehead and green tendons jumping, as if he was agreeing with Zhao Wu'an's words.

"There's nothing I can do but do it. In order to kill the lord of Luo Yige and avenge the old Taoist priest, I will do anything...... Even if I was asked to worship under the Nie family, I never complained...... As for killing you, it's just a pact they made with me. As long as they kill you, they will be able to send the Luo Yi Pavilion Lord to my sword. This is what they should bear, and I have no reason not to believe it. ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned, slightly stunned, but still sneered: "The Nie family and Luo Yige are just the same dog, you are a master of the first grade, how would you listen to such words?"

"That's because Luo Yige has no way out......" Duan Hunttian said, suddenly stunned, and then said in disbelief: "Are you tricking me?"

Zhao Wu'an suddenly stopped talking, his expression was terrifyingly serious.

Duan Hunttian, who had just woken up from a dream, consciously made a preemptive strike, and the long knife in his hand slashed towards the top of Zhao Wu'an's head.

The poppy beauty hanging on Zhao Wu'an's shoulder let out a clear sword roar, the sword body trembled slightly, and it pulled out of the trunk upside down, facing Duan Hunttian's blade, but as soon as it made contact, it was bounced away by the strength of the sword, and fell into the grass in the distance.

And the Luo Shen sword box buried in the soil is even more gray as death, and there is not the slightest awe-inspiring sword qi visible.

"Your sword in the box has been abolished by me. You don't have to struggle, just wait for death. Duan Hunttian's eyes were as green as if they were about to devour people, "Since the reunion, Luo Shen's sword intent has been low enough to be easily suppressed. Zhao Wu'an, you have no sword to unsheath!"

The bright blade blinded Zhao Wu'an's eyes.

Zhao Wuan suddenly smiled and said: "The sword in the box can't come out, so what about the sword that has already come out of the box?"

Duan Hunttian felt that his words were meaningless: "The poppy beauty has been cut off!"

Slowly.

When the blade was about to touch the tip of Zhao Wu'an's forehead, Duan Hunttian suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Zhao Wu'an's unsheathed sword did not seem to be more than a poppy used to cut the bark of a tree.

Just as he just remembered this, a loud sword roar sounded behind him.