With the flow of people, Zhang Zhan finally came to the foot of Qilong Mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the corpses that kept screaming and rolling down the stairs to the bottom of the mountain were almost piled up. On the boulder at the entrance of the mountain road, the powerful words "death to the trespasser" made Zhang Zai feel that the scene in front of him was like Shura's hell, miserable, and unbearable to look at directly.

The turquoise moss on the boulder has been soaked with blood, and there is no undercolor in sight. It is conceivable that in the future, these mosses will be extraordinarily vibrant, because it has been watered by countless life forces.

Zhang Chuan climbed onto the narrow road, and couldn't even touch the ground with his feet, so he could only step on the corpses scattered all over the place. When you know clearly, this road is paved by the cost of human life, and it becomes more and more difficult to walk.

The rain of arrows is still like locusts in the sky, dense and dense, and there is no room for occasional fire. And under such a devastating force, whether you are old or young, loyal or evil, you will not be immune.

There is no way to do this, and the cost of "siege warfare" is always at least ten times that of the defenders.

Although Zhang Zhan was carrying a thick-backed knife behind his back, he didn't plan to use it. Now that he knows his shortcomings in martial arts, it is naturally impossible for Zhang Zhan to give up halfway and return to the helm of the thick back knife. The reason why I always wear it is because I think it has an outstanding texture and is very suitable for exercise.

Picking up a stainless steel long sword from the ground, Zhang Yan could even feel the warmth of the hilt. It is conceivable that the owner of this sword should have just abandoned it. It's just that I don't know whether this person is alive or dead now, let alone what kind of person he is and what kind of things he has done. His residual temperature is also destined to dissipate with it and completely cease to exist.

With each step, the pressure increases.

Zhang Remnant's long sword swung without leaking, blocking the arrows that shot left and right. However, if you open the dense arrows, you can't grasp the direction of the stray arrows.

With a "ding" sound, an arrow opened by Zhang Zhige directly drilled into the helmet of a golden soldier on the left. Fortunately, the remaining strength of the arrow was insufficient and did not penetrate the iron helmet.

However, the golden soldier was taken aback.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but stop, with an apologetic expression on his face. The golden soldier didn't care, just smiled and took off his helmet.

Only then did Zhang Zhan completely see that he was a very delicate young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, born white and pure. He took a closer look at the helmet, and found that if the arrow was a little stronger, it might be able to penetrate the helmet. So he showed a sunny smile like the rest of his life, and flicked his finger on the body of the arrow, and said happily: "I'm really lucky......"

With a "whoosh", an arrow pierced his neck, intercepting his words in his throat.

His whole body was shocked, his hands grabbed his neck, and he fell into Zhang Yan's arms.

Zhang Yan subconsciously hugged him, only to see that his face was full of pain, and in an instant, hot blood continued to gush out from his ten fingers, and his wide open mouth was ho-ho, but it couldn't be coherent into a clear sentence at all.

Zhang Zhan hugged his shoulders tightly, dazed, and just said incoherently: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you will be fine, you will really be fine!"

The young man's mouth opened wide, and he looked at Zhang Yan helplessly, he was so pitiful. Blood spurted down his mouth one by one, and he grabbed Zhang Yan's arm tightly, hissing twice more in his throat, and then his whole body straightened, and then he completely lost his strength. As his hands slipped down, Zhang Zhan's aching arm was finally a little easier, however, Zhang Zhan's heart was even heavier.

With a sigh, Zhang Yan gently closed his eyes for him.

Life is inherently so fragile that even if a person has a strong and undying heart, it is still vulnerable.

Zhang Zhan didn't stop for him for long, just stood up, and suddenly Zhang Zhan felt a chill on his forehead, and the arrows that had been filled with a huge murderous aura were shooting towards him.

If Zhang Yan is still in a state of motion, he is seventy percent sure of dodging this arrow. But at this moment, Zhang Remnant has not completely escaped from the emotion of life, and with Zhang Remnant's skills, he can't do the process of turning from static without stagnation and buffer, and he forgot to resist in shock, and the whole person was taken down, and subconsciously thought of retreating to avoid the edge of this arrow.

This is that Zhang Yan's experience in danger is far from enough, and retreat is never a way to save his life. And this move is completely messing up and asking for a dead end.

At this moment, Zhang Yan's eyes were full of flowers, and the arrows stopped between his eyebrows, and the cold was pressing.

A small hand as white as jade is like picking flowers and leaves, and the extremely soft body of the arrow is firmly pinched in the finger.

Zhang Remnant's cold sweat had already cooled his back, and he was spared, so grateful that he almost kissed this jade hand of salvation to express Zhang Remnant's devotion to its beauty.

Turning to look, Bi Yinyao's smiling face was admiring Zhang Yan's expression, and he didn't forget to raise his thin eyebrows, which was quite provocative.

As soon as Zhang Zhan saw her, he couldn't help but think of the fact that she escaped from the battle last night and put herself in a situation of nine deaths, and the gratitude in her heart was gone. At the same time, I thought that her actual age was enough to be her grandmother, and I felt that under that little hand, she was actually decrepit and old, how could she have the slightest qualification worthy of her own taste.

Zhang Yan was about to question angrily, but suddenly his whole body tightened, and when he looked sideways, he saw that Bu Jing in white clothes was coming.

Bujing's eyelashes are especially long and thick, making her bright and beautiful eyes more profound and easy to get lost in.

Zhang Yan didn't dare to look more, and subconsciously leaned slightly to the side, trying his best to avoid it.

And Bu Jing is just like a leisurely stroll, climbing the stairs.

Zhang Swore that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a feminine woman could walk so leisurely on a battlefield full of killing and dehumanization.

Her steps are soft, neither fast nor slow. Surprisingly, however, all the arrows seemed to be filled with awe, and they all bowed their proud heads in front of her, avoiding her slender and delicate body.

Zhang Zhan knew that this was because Bu Jing had already predicted the direction of all the arrows that had been sent out and those that had not been issued, so that he could be so calm and careless.

For some reason, Zhang Zan's thought that Bu Jing, who came out of the Changbai Immortal Cave, may have broken through the concept of human beings and broken free from the shackles of people, thus really becoming an "immortal".

Forced by Bu Jing's unique temperament, Zhang Yan still had the courage to scold Ba Yinyao, so he could only bow his head very uselessly, look at the ground, and wait for Bu Jing to walk in front of him.

Anyway, it was so dangerous last night, and I was still alive, which was enough. As for Bainyao not apologizing, it doesn't matter. After all, it is possible for the living to wait until they apologize, and the dead can only be remembered by others. And after what happened last night, Zhang Yan also knew better that if there was anything in the future, it would never be possible to cooperate with people like Ba Yinyao and Gong Zhaoyu again.