Kunlun Mountain, endless snow covers the top of the mountain. The wind is howling, and the snowflakes are hurting. The two figures faltered and struggled to climb upwards.

"How long will it take?" Shangguan Chenxi's voice was muffled by the wind and snow, and it sounded a little blurred.

"It's already here!" Zhao Junbao suddenly turned around and pulled out a bright long sword from the belt around his waist. Although he was in the midst of a violent storm and snow, he stood like a mountain and a mountain. At this moment, he revealed the temperament of a gentleman's sword - a gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to move.

"Don't you care about the lives of your wife and children?" Shangguan Chenxi wasn't too surprised, he was just strange.

"I believe in Qingxue, and Qingxue also believes in me, so I must not do anything to disappoint her. The sword in Zhao Junbao's hand seemed to merge with the wind and snow, and he stabbed Shangguan Chenxi fiercely.

"Lady Sword-Fang Qingxue? What about that, I'm afraid that she has already died in the hands of Yun Xi. Shangguan Chenxi sneered, the long sword was unsheathed, and a little cold light flashed, as if falling into the sky, and the naked eye could not catch the blade at all.

The sound of a series of metal clashes rang out like cannons, and Zhao Junbao was condescending, and his moves were calm, like Kunlun Snow Mountain pressing Shangguan Chenxi. Although Shangguan Chenxi was temporarily at a disadvantage, he did not show weakness, and his smart moves were unpredictable, and the killing machine hidden in the snowflakes repeatedly frightened Zhao Junbao.

"I don't know why you chose to do it here, but this place will be your grave. The speed of the long sword in Shangguan Chenxi's hand became faster and faster, and with the wind and snow, countless cold lights passed through Zhao Junbao's sword momentum and stabbed towards his body.

The afternoon sun shone into the valley, and the laughter of young children was heard outside the door, and Fang Qingxue wiped the not exquisite square table built by Zhao Junbao with a tired face.

"I'll come, sister-in-law. Shangguan Yunxi snatched the rag from Fang Qingxue's hand and was a little clumsy and busy.

"I'll do it anyway. Fang Qingxue smiled and helped Shangguan Yunxi to sit aside, she suddenly felt some pain in her lower abdomen, she looked down, the bright long sword pierced her body, and the red blood soaked her clothes.

"Just one hostage. Shangguan Yunxi's sweet smile looked so vicious.

"Mother, Qing'er and I are playing hide and seek, I can't find her, come and help Mei'er. Suddenly, there was a milky voice from Zhao Mei'er in front of the door.

"Mei'er, run——!" Fang Qingxue hugged Shangguan Yunxi hard and shouted hoarsely. The sharp blade churned through her body, and the intense pain and lack of blood loss made her faint.

"Get out of here!" Shangguan Yunxi violently raised his foot and kicked Fang Qingxue away, the long sword was drawn, and blood splattered. Zhao Mei'er pushed open the door, her eyes widened, and she looked at Shangguan Yunxi and the terrifying long sword that pounced on her in horror.

Fang Qingxue endured the intense dizziness, bit the tip of her tongue hard to keep herself awake, pulled out the soft sword hidden in her waist, and threw it with all her might. The sharp software was as fast as lightning, and Shangguan Yunxi felt something strange behind him, and turned sideways to dodge and was still stabbed in the sword-wielding right arm. Sharp pain came, and the sword fell to the ground with his hand out of his hand.

Fang Qingxue, enduring the severe pain in her lower abdomen, dodged and picked up Zhao Mei'er, turned over and climbed onto Zhao Junbao's white horse, urging the horse to run towards the entrance of the valley. Strings of blood were spilled, and the frightened Zhao Meier couldn't help but cry when she saw her mother's blood shedding.

"Mei'er, don't cry. Fang Qingxue weakly comforted Zhao Mei'er, looking back at the thatched hut full of sweet memories from time to time. Shangguan Yunxi, who was dressed in red, broke out of the house, her left hand pressed her bloodied right arm, staring at Fang Qingxue with a hideous expression and shouting, "You all have to die!"

Kunlun Mountain, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, the chill to the bones has not subsided, the world is clear, and the eyes are full of snow white. The expression on Shangguan Chenxi's face gradually froze, and his elusive blade was firmly grasped by Zhao Junbao in his hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.

"How is that possible?" he looked at Zhao Junbao's long sword and slashed at his face, and couldn't help but scream. Under the critical situation, he had no choice but to give up the idea of retrieving the long sword, and fell down in embarrassment, rolling all the way down the snowy mountain.

"Wait to collect the bodies of your wife and children!" Shangguan Chenxi screamed as he was hit by a rock hidden under the soft snow, and he intimidated angrily.

Zhao Junbao couldn't catch up, threw down Shangguan Chenxi's sword, looked into the distance with a worried expression, and silently prayed for his wife and children in his heart. He whispered, "Qingxue, if you have something to do with the child, I will never survive." ”

Fang Qingxue's face was like ashes, her breath was weak, and she barely hugged Zhao Mei'er and ran away on horseback. The horse's pure white mane was dappled with blood, and the grass where the two passed was also sprinkled with red blood. She didn't know how long she could last, but she had to hold on, and she could feel that Shangguan Yunxi was always behind them.

"Mother, Mei'er will be obedient in the future, don't ignore Mei'er. Zhao Mei'er seemed to realize something, choked and hugged her mother.

Fang Qingxue wanted to comfort Zhao Mei'er, but she didn't even have the strength to speak. A feeling of dizziness that had never been felt felt before she felt the world spin, and her body fell weakly from her horse to the ground.

"Mother!" Zhao Mei'er exclaimed, wanting to get off the horse, but the horse was already frightened, but the hostess was still carrying the little girl non-stop when she fell off the horse.

Looking at Zhao Mei'er who was gradually moving away, Fang Qingxue leaked a relieved expression, her beautiful eyes gradually dissipated, and the faint breath gradually disappeared. After nearly a cup of tea, the disheveled Shangguan Yunxi appeared where Fang Qingxue fell. Maybe it was because of the hurry, or maybe it was because of anger, her breath was very disordered, and her simple bandaged right arm trembled slightly. She cautiously approached Fang Qingxue and stabbed out a sword, stabbing at the location of the other party's heart. Seeing that Fang Qingxue was still motionless, she relaxed slightly, and the pretty face that should have been overwhelming showed a disgusting and vicious look. Her flower and moon appearance was distorted by her hideous expression, like madness. She wielded her long sword and slashed indiscriminately at Fang Qingxue's delicate body, which had already lost her life, destroying the beautiful woman's fragrant bones in a venting manner. The blood and flesh splashed and fell on Shangguan Yunxi's face, making her more and more excited. Gradually, Fang Qingxue's body became blurry and indistinguishable, and at a glance, it was almost disgusting.

Endless grassland, open and vast. There was only a mad woman in red doing heinous acts, and a few vultures were circling in the sky. The panting Shangguan Yunxi showed a vicious sneer like a snake and scorpion, the long sword in her hand had been completely covered in flesh and blood, and it looked a little oozing.

"Come, eat, hateful woman, this is what will happen to you. Hahaha!" she smirked nervously, turned to search for the marks left by the horse's hooves, and once again picked up her light skills and ran wildly in the direction where Zhao Mei'er disappeared.

The grass is green, and the stream is dry. The valley far from the world was quieter than usual, so still that you could not even hear the birds chirping and the insects. At the entrance of the valley, a young monk in a robe and a rosary around his neck quietly arrived with Zhao Qing'er in his arms. He looked at the broken thatched hut and the blood everywhere, closed his eyes and said nothing, and gently stretched out his hand to cover Zhao Qing'er's eyes.

A hint of gloom flashed on Zhao Qing'er's originally relaxed and cheerful little face: "Master Wunian, are my mother and sister dead?"

Wu Nian's expression returned to calm, and he said without sadness or joy: "They are not here, there should be no danger." ”

"I miss them. Zhao Qing'er showed a complicated look that she shouldn't have at her age.

"The poor monk came here from Shaolin to study Mahayana Buddhism, and it is a great cause to be fortunate enough to meet your parents," Wu Nian looked at his nose and nose, "Since your family is in trouble, the poor monk must not sit idly by." ”

"Thank you, Master. A tear gleamed through the corner of the girl's eyes, and she buried her head in her broad bosom, struggling to endure the urge to cry.

The breeze gently blew into the valley, blowing through Wu Nian and Zhao Qing'er, the absolute silence was boring, Wu Nian raised his head quietly, looked at the vultures soaring in the sky, and looked thoughtfully in the direction of their wings.