Sunflower Ancestor, there was still a little essence in his eyes, and the loss of blood made him clearly feel that his life was constantly flowing away, and the shadow of death enveloped him.

Accepting his fate, he looked into the distance with his eyes, and said with difficulty: "I thought I wouldn't be the one who fell, just you are a hairy boy, how can you be the opponent of the ancestor, even if you have such a high skill, you have an adventure to come, how can you be an opponent who comes from my hard cultivation!"

"I don't want it to be like this??????" The divine light in Sunflower Ancestor's eyes became even dimmer, his fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly spoke: "I should know that I shouldn't have seen you when you came to the Library Pavilion, and when you escaped from the palace, you shouldn't have chased you alone. If that's the case, it's a different scenario today??????"

Sunflower Ancestor, his eyes were round, and his outstretched hand clawed in the void, but all of this could not grasp the passing life, and could only watch him slip away; at this time, his heart was either unwilling, perhaps a kind of helplessness and relief at this time.

Zhao Zhijing, who fell to the ground, felt a warm breath in his chest, it was the blood in his body that was constantly flowing out, and the hand holding the long sword was bulging at this time, because he knew that if he fell here at this time, he might not be able to get up again.

The scenes in my mind slipped by, the suffering and joy of the previous life, the horror and joy of being here, the joy of feeling true qi for the first time, the feeling of killing for the first time, all this was so clear, as if it was right in front of my eyes, just what happened in the last moment.

Feeling the stinging pain from the body, a feeling of weakness hit, the body that was originally as solid as gold and stone, at this moment, it was like rotten wood, and there was no trace of strength, only a burst of pain that pierced the nerves.

However, Zhao Zhijing is not a person who is willing to accept his fate, otherwise he would not have his current achievements. Holding the Purple Emperor Sword, Zhao Zhijing slowly stood up, with a trace of admiration for the Sunflower Ancestor in his heart, but none of this was important, only his own life was important. The bright red blood flowed slowly, trembling step by step, stumbling, trembling like an old man, and walking forward.

Passing through the bamboo forest, the feeling of powerlessness became more and more intense, every step was so difficult, the wound that was too late to be bandaged, there was still blood flowing out, everything that the eyes saw was shaking, and the eyes were getting darker and darker, and the light could not be seen. Zhao Zhijing didn't know how long he had been gone, and he didn't know how far he had walked, but when it was dark in front of him, he vaguely heard an exclamation, and a faint shadow appeared in his eyes, and he didn't know what was going on.

Not to mention, how Zhao Zhijing is at this time. Just say that at this time, in the city of Lin'an, because of Zhao Zhijing's palace and his party, Lin'an is in turmoil at this moment, the city is already under martial law, and a soldier with a knife and a gun walks back and forth on the street. A six-door catcher who was invincible in the past was a little surprised at this moment, more ruthless than before, but he couldn't hide that trace of horror.

A white-clothed swordsman, at this moment became known to the world, handsome portraits were pasted all over Lin'an City, the amount of the reward was increased again and again, but there was no gain, but the security of Lin'an has never been so good, those thieves who steal chickens and dogs have become quiet at this time, and Lin'an can be described as a big change.

Lin'an is located in the south, with a mild climate and many water systems. There will be a lot of people coming and leaving every day, even though Lin'an, which is already under martial law at this time, still does not close the city gates, and there are still merchants and visitors coming and going every day.

Among these large number of pedestrians, there is a shadow, this person is dressed in a fiery red dress, such a gorgeous dress is so conspicuous at any time, holding a long sword with a white scabbard in his hand, there is a different kind of breath in his slender fingers, between the eyebrows is not a woman's softness, there is a heroic spirit that is not inferior to men, people can't help but praise a woman who does not let her eyebrows!

This person didn't care about the armor soldiers and catchers who were checking on the street, and there was a sadness that could not be concealed in the heroic spirit between her eyebrows, and at this moment, a fine light flashed in her eyes, and she reached out to grab a pedestrian beside her.

The pedestrian who was pulled was obviously not very happy in his heart, frowning and his eyes were full of impatience, but when the man who was stopped saw that it was a young and beautiful woman who stopped him, the impatience on his face suddenly retracted, and he bowed and said: "I don't know why this woman stopped in the next place?"

The woman in the fiery red robe, her eyes were like lightning, and she looked directly at the man who was speaking, and asked softly, "I don't know where the largest pharmacy in Lin'an City is?"

The man hurriedly answered them one by one, and when he received the answer he deserved, the woman in the flaming red robe bowed and hurried away, and did not come back to his senses until he could see no one, but there was always a trace in his heart, as if he had lost something.

However, it is said that at this time, in a forest more than ten miles away from Lin'an City, a small village is located in the middle, and the surname Bai here does not seem to be disturbed by everything in the world, and it is still a simple folk custom. The crisp birdsong resounded in the mountains and forests, the gurgling water washed away, and the rocks in the flowing water polished them to glory, and this small village can be described as full of vitality.

A cottage is located in this small mountain village, and the thatched roof looks very simple, but the touch of flowing water, bluestone, birdsong and green trees in it can never hide the quietness.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the whole hut through, and only a clear gasp was heard from the hut, as if someone was still sleeping, which made people wonder how there were still people sleeping when the sun had risen high.

If it weren't for the heaving chest and the sound of wheezing, those who saw him would have thought he was dead. Not far from the bed, there was a small table made of green bamboo, there was nothing on the small table, only a long sword with a sheath, and the ancient sword body was inserted in the scabbard, but even so, it still couldn't hide the edge of the long sword.

"Squeak!" a slight sound sounded in the hut, and a fiery figure walked into the room, carrying a rough porcelain bowl in his hand, and the heat in the bowl rose, and the fragrance and bitterness of the medicine slowly spread.

I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, and each small spoonful of bitter medicinal juice opened his lips and blew slightly, until he no longer burned his mouth, and then fed the man lying on the bed to drink. At this moment, the heroic woman became extraordinarily gentle, with a trace of joy and deep sadness in her eyes. (To be continued.) )