Zhou Bing lay on the ground all day and didn't dare to move, he couldn't move, he couldn't let anyone find that he was still alive, the blood at the broken arm was frozen in the ground, and the blood under him had also congealed into a piece, stuck to his clothes, his hope of living was only less than one-tenth, for this tenth, he gave up the idea of dying with the enemy, let go of the enemy in front of him, he gambled hard, the last one.

If he wants to live, he can't be gouged out of his heart, if he wants to live, he can't be really stabbed, if he wants to live, he can't let people dissolve his bones and break his body, in order to make Tu Laosan not take away his heart, he pretended to eat poison, in fact, he didn't have poison on his body, in order not to be stabbed to the point, he took the initiative to attack the North Division, before the black sword pierced his heart, he moved his heart by an inch with the 'Eight Desolations True Qi', this inch is a crucial inch, in order not to be seen by the other party, he fell to the ground on his stomach, as for ' Some of the people in the 'Bone Breaking Crazy Knife Gate' have the habit of dissecting bones and breaking corpses, he only tries his luck, and now he has passed all this by luck, but the real test has come.

After a whole day of waiting, listening to the enemy's arrogant laughter, contemptuous words, and shameless words after killing people and setting fires, how many times he couldn't help but want to jump up and kill two enemies to get angry, the most unbearable thing for him was that these people were holding porcelain altars one by one, and the porcelain altars contained the hearts of the disciples of the 'Eight Desolation Valley', they were talking in detail about the pride of their hearts, how many times Zhou Bing was stunned, how many times he woke up, he tried his best to restrain himself, restrain his emotions, too excited will make him lose more blood, and rash action will also make ' All the people up and down the Eight Desolation Valley have died in vain, and he has now replaced his senior brother Jing Xihuang is the hope of the 'Eight Desolation Valley', the only hope.

He understands that only by enduring it can he live, the cold of Layuetian may freeze him to death at any time, and the excessive blood loss from the broken arm may make him really die at any time, but he can't care so much, compared to the terrible enemy, these are nothing, he knows very well that only when the enemies are all gone, he can have any hope of survival.

Time passed slowly in patience and waiting, and it was the longest and most humiliating day of Zhou Bing's life.

The sun finally set, the night finally set, and gradually the moonlight dissipated, and the moon had set, and the light of the torches finally went away.

Jing Xihuang's family was poor, his father died early, he was obsessed with martial arts, and when he entered Zhong Bayin's door, he was catching up with the decline of the 'Eight Desolation Valley'. Eight Desolation Valley' stands at the pinnacle of martial arts, and takes risks to learn the Eight Desolation Forbidden Moves have gone mad and died, Uncle Shi is content with the status quo, Master Zhong Bayin has a weak heart, repeatedly failed to practice forbidden moves, once the master was injured, he looked through the cheats out of curiosity, and saw the cheats from the moment he was deeply attracted by the method recorded in it, so he began to practice the Eight Desolations Forbidden Moves, injured practice, practiced injuries, more than 20 years of more than 30 times wandering between life and death, and finally practiced, after the success, suddenly felt that everyone in the world was vulnerable, and then the Eight Desolations True Qi was repeatedly used obediently and obediently, and practiced into a legend'The body of the Eight Desolations', but for this reason, he also went mad and was paralyzed for two years, and later, the inner court openly recruited the 'Dragon Guard' and the 'Eight Desolation Valley' had a good reputation in Zhong Bayin's hands and was qualified to participate, so Jing Xihuang signed up with the attitude of giving it a try, who ever wanted to become famous in a fight The world knows.

Since then, the 'Eight Desolation Valley' has followed Jing Xihuang's fame, and its status in the 'Luomen Nine Schools' has become the first, and many people have admired it and sought art, so the 'Eight Desolation Valley' has never been prosperous in 200 years.

Yesterday's 'Eight Desolate Valley' prospered in the hands of Zhong Bayin, today 'Eight Desolate Valley' died in the hands of Zhong Bayin, yesterday's 'Eight Desolate Valley' prospered because of Jing Xihuang, and today's 'Eight Desolate Valley' died because of Jing Xihuang.

The enemy is gone, the sky is still cold, and the blood is cold.

Zhou Bing couldn't get up from the ground, he didn't move all day, his hands and feet were stiff, blood, hunger, anger, sadness, despair, and cold made him not have the slightest strength, at this moment he didn't look like a martial arts master, but a poor person, or a poor worm.

Zhou Bing struggled, squirming, like a worm slowly crawling inch by inch, his hands and feet were stiff like two wooden sticks, his body was soft like cotton, slowly, slowly, he crawled into the house, the room with a big hole and a wall fell There were the bodies of his mother, wife and children, he desperately cut a few bricks and stones with one hand, lay on the corpses of his relatives and shed tears silently, and the uncontrollable grief and weak body made him faint gradually.

Cold, very cold, Zhou Bing shivered in a coma, after a long, long, long time, he finally woke up from the coma again, his mind was heavy, his body was sore, his only hand touched his forehead, contrary to the cold trembling of his body, his forehead was hot, his broken arm, and the wounds on his chest were also a little hot.

At this time, the sky was about to dawn, Zhou Bing struggled to sit up, trying to find some medicine to apply to the wound, but he didn't bring it with him, and the outer valley had been turned into ashes in the fire, he tore off his clothes and wanted to tear off the strip of cloth from the top to bandage the wound on his broken arm and the wound on his chest, but he couldn't tear it, so he had to take out the whole dress from the cabinet and tie it to his chest, and the wound was no longer frozen.

Uncovering the water tank, Zhou Bing scooped a scoop of water and drank it, after resting for a while, he seemed to feel a little better, he got up and went to the courtyard to get a shovel and wanted to dig a pit to bury his mother and wife and children, knocked on the solid ground, so he had to shake his head and give up.

Zhou Bing put down the shovel and returned to the house to kneel, solemnly kowtowed to his mother's corpse, pulled out a few quilts from the cabinet, covered the bodies of his three relatives, and then turned around and slowly walked out of the yard.

Out of the fence courtyard standing in the inner valley looking at the endless Sichuan Valley Zhou Bing was at a loss, he is not alive now, not to mention that even if he survives and walks out of the 'Eight Desolation Valley', in this year without food and drink, the strong man will starve to death, there is no possibility for him to live, but no matter what, even if there is only hope in case, he still has to go out, survive, revitalize the 'Eight Desolation Valley', and seek justice for his mother, wife and children, for his master and brother, and for his younger brothers and sisters, uncles and uncles.

"'God Redemption Sect', Mojia Beishi, Tu Laosan, thank you for not collecting the body for me. Zhou Bing muttered to himself in the direction the group left last night, and then staggered off.

'Eight Desolation Valley' is very far away, very big, this is not only the name of a sect, but also the name of the mountains and rivers, Zhou Bing walked west along the river valley, the enemy went east, he had to go all the way to the west.

He walked very slowly, he was very tired, and he had to stop for a while every time he walked. Just like that, stop and go, stop and go, from morning to noon, from noon to the west of the sun, Zhou Bing has already walked out of the division gate but is still spinning in the valley, this valley seems to never come to an end, they can use light skills from the 'Eight Desolation Valley' to the capital in one day, and now, more than half a day he can not get out of the valley.

The sun is getting lower and lower, the body is getting softer and softer, more and more boring, Zhou Bing staggered to the outside of the valley with a fierce energy, walked through the familiar mountain pass, passed by the water lake that used to be grass and fish fat and now only has a layer of thin ice at the bottom, Zhou Bing is getting closer and closer to the road outside the river valley, and then going west, the climate is not as peaceful as when he was in the 'Eight Desolation Valley', the weather is getting colder and colder, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and after walking for another hour, Zhou Bing finally walked out of the valley at dusk and came to the official road outside the valley.

Seeing that he came to the official road, Zhou Bing's strength was relaxed, and he couldn't move a single step under his feet, and he had not eaten for two days and was seriously injured, and he suddenly fell soft and couldn't get up on the side of the road.

The north wind is cold, this place is not as good as the valley, Zhou Bing knew that if he stayed here overnight, his current body would inevitably freeze to death, he struggled to get up and wanted to continue to hurry, but he wanted to only take a few steps before he panicked and fell down again.

The sun has completely set, the sky is getting darker and darker, Zhou Bing feels more and more drowsy, his head is like being filled with lead, and his hands are even hotter when he touches his forehead again, he knows that the wound has not been dressed, this is going to suppurate, and now he only hopes that someone will pass by to rescue him, even if he only gives a sip of water to drink.

Time passes slowly, it has reached the time of the palm lamp, the fourth day of the lunar month, the moon rises in the morning, and sets around the evening at night, and the moonlight is bright at this time when the winter sky is dark. In a daze, Zhou Bing seemed to hear a sound of talking, raised his head and looked at the sound, as if there were three vague figures walking towards him, Zhou Bing wanted to shout, opened his mouth and shouted, but he couldn't hear it hoarsely.

"Hey, big brother and second brother, look, is there a person lying on the side of the road?" one of them shouted, and the man was not very old.

Another person's voice said, "It seems to be, it can't be dead, right?"

Another person said, "Let's go and see." ”

Hearing that someone had found out, Zhou Bing's heart was relieved, and he finally had hope that he would be rescued.

The footsteps of the three people who were talking were getting closer and closer, and one of them squatted down and shook Zhou Bing, who moved, and barely let out 'more...... Xie ......', the man said happily: "Second and third, come here, this person is not dead, see that he is missing half an arm, most of them were cut off." ”

"Really? I'll see. With that, another man squatted down. "Really, hey, who are you, who cut you?"

Zhou Bing couldn't answer the truth, he answered two sentences vaguely, and he didn't know if the other party heard clearly, and the old avenue who squatted down before: "Why are you asking so much, come, take a hand, and carry him back first." As he spoke, he hugged Zhou Bing's two legs, and then Zhou Bing felt his head light, and was picked up by another person, and the three of them lifted Zhou Bing with their hands and feet and walked down the official road, only walking more than 100 steps, and one of them suddenly stopped.

The boss asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"No, I haven't eaten for two days, I'm flustered, and I can't lift it. "The second said.

"Either give him a drink, make a fire, throw him here, and carry him back without anything to eat. "It was the third child who said this.

"Go, help your second brother carry a little. "Old avenue.

"I haven't seen you show kindness when you're so big, I'm dying of starvation, and I'm saving anyone. The third muttered.

"Don't talk nonsense, just lift it when you tell it, be careful that I beat you. The boss shouted.

Zhou Bing felt his body move, and the third hand's hand was on his shoulder.