Zhao Tianya couldn't fight anymore, but he couldn't do the simple thing of getting up, kneeling on his knees, beads of sweat on his head, blood flowing from his mouth, his hands pinching his broken arms, and his sore teeth were almost crushed.

The man in black had stopped retreating, the old man in yellow swept past his side, and smashed the sword in the hand of Fang Qingping, who had no parry and only desperate, with a sword, and then got up again, Fang Qingping's figure had already snorted and flew out upside down, and the figure of the old man in yellow also chased after him in the air.

The figure in black had just stabilized, his heart had not yet calmed down, he didn't have time to react at all, and the old man leaped back and forth with a slender and light, lifeless shadow, when he thought that the young man had also arrived and turned back, a white palm had slapped his chest.

The blood in the black-clothed man's chest was gushing, and the sound of his sternum breaking could be heard, and when he fainted and flew upside down, his body was grabbed by the slender, fair-skinned hand, and he spun in the air, and a force was conducted, and his body shot towards the old man chasing Fang Qingping like an arrow off the string. The voice of the young man over there calling the police to the man in black became calling the police to the old man in yellow.

Fang Qingping's body smashed on the grass, the old man in yellow looked back, twisted his body, and reached out in an instant, the man in black was already in the hands of the old man in yellow, and the huge force dragged the old man in yellow forward.

The old man in yellow fell to the ground and turned around, only then did he unload his remaining strength, and when he looked at the man in black again, his eyes were already wide open, and he was sad and angry! The blood in the mouth of the black man flowed and his life was slim.

Qin Jian frowned on the tree, completely ignoring the exposed sigh!

Qin Jian sighed at Yan Xiaojun's ferocious attack, and also sighed that the newly folded branch in his hand was not moving forward, if the branch came out of Yan Xiaojun first, the old man in yellow would not be able to attack Fang Qingping, and the man in black would not have the life and death unknown at this time.

Qin Jian was also lamenting his indecision, if he had made a move when the branch in his hand was broken, Zhao Tianya's arm would not have gone away.

Yan Xiaojun was already standing in the center of the arena, looking coldly at the old man in yellow, and the black-clothed people surrounded by the battle group behind him, at this time, the expression that I didn't know how Yan Xiaojun appeared in the center of the arena had turned into a look of fire in his eyes and anger, if it weren't for their incompetence, Yan Xiaojun was afraid that he would be divided by the sword in an instant.

The old man in yellow had put down the dying man in black, and he no longer cared about Fang Qingping, who was staggering towards Zhao Tianya, and walked slowly towards Yan Xiaojun.

Qin Jian pinched the branch in his hand but still didn't show up, looking at Yan Xiaojun quietly.

The old man in yellow who wanted to divide Yan Xiaojun's sword into corpses also faded a little as he walked slowly, stood three meters away from Yan Xiaojun, and said calmly: "Young man, why is he so vicious, and he hurts people's lives with a wave of his hand?"

Yan Xiaojun sneered and said simply: "I came to kill people, how can I be merciful!"

The anger that the old man had suppressed had reappeared, and he said with a smile angrily: "Straightforward, how can you be merciful! Then don't blame the old man for being ruthless." ”

The old man in yellow had already made up his mind to kill, the sword in his hand was slightly upturned, Yan Xiaojun's murderous aura had already told him that it was useless to say more, but he didn't dare to take Yan Xiaojun directly, and the other party would kill his sword alliance and the third-layer characters of the branch hall in one shot, and he knew that this battle was dangerous.

Yan Xiaojun didn't make a move, and the contemptuous chuckle hung on his face.

The mind before the battle was condensed, and the murderous aura released into the arena made the black-clothed people who were too close feel cold, and they retreated unconsciously, and the young man slowly came to the arena, his mind was all poured into the arena, and it was logical to help him at any time.

Suddenly, Yan Xiaojun moved, as soon as his body moved, the dragon's groan started, and a soft sword was already in his hand, with the transmission of the delivery force of the forward sprint, the soft sword blade was like a petal that bloomed and scattered for a while, and through the touch of the sun projected into the woods, each petal was dazzling.

The sword of the old man in yellow was hurriedly provoked, the blooming petals looked extremely beautiful, but he felt a chill spread throughout his body, he couldn't let the petals dance at will, as long as any petal fell on him, his sword could no longer be picked up, and the extremely beautiful petals became the last beautiful thing he saw in this world, so he couldn't let the petals bloom completely.

The sound of a dragon's sword strike sounded, the figure of the old man in yellow had taken a few steps back, a section of broken sleeve mixed with a few strands of gorgeous hair danced, Yan Xiaojun's figure broke through the dancing hair and broken sleeves, and a flower that was more dazzling than the petals just now bloomed again, like a rotation in the wind, the flower pieces flew centrifugally and swirled towards the old man in yellow.

The old man in yellow opened his eyes wide, and when he was frightened, the sword flower approached again, and he let out a deep roar in helplessness! The sword was raised, but his feet were retreating.

The dragon groaned again, the old man in yellow snorted, the blood beads on his shoulders stirred up and flew down, his arms had hung down, and the pain and horror on his face coexisted, and it seemed that he had no power to parry.

Another equally gorgeous sword flower bloomed, and the blood beads that had not yet danced were crushed into blood spots in the sword flower, scattered and splashed in all directions, and the old man in yellow raised the last sword with all his strength amid the shouts of the disciples of the Sword Alliance.

The sword flower that always bloomed in front of the old man in yellow had disappeared, the sword hung on the ground, Yan Xiaojun turned around and walked out of the battle group slowly.

The old man in yellow held his breath and his pupils were dilating, he didn't scream or fight, and looked straight at Yan Xiaojun's figure in a trance.

The screams of the disciples of the Sword Alliance rose and fell, and the figures scattered in all directions, but the body of the old man in yellow was still standing, but the gray head of the gorgeous hair rolled down to the dust.

The screams were full of sorrow and anger echoing and wandering in the forest, Qin Jian had fallen under the tree, and walked slowly towards Yan Xiaojun, his face full of helplessness.

Qin Jian looked at Yan Xiaojun, sighed lightly, and said with sentimentality: "Qingyun Sword, ****, was originally a chivalrous man before joining the Sword League, but today because of the difference in his original thoughts, he ended up in a different place, this is the rivers and lakes." ”

Yan Xiaojun looked at Qin Jian, who sighed at the impermanence of the fate of the rivers and lakes, and continued: "The road was chosen by himself, and this is his destination." ”

Qin Jian looked at the Qingyun Sword and **** over there with a different head, paused, and looked at Yan Xiaojun again and said: "He is a Sword Saint, Sun Fan's subordinate, and Sun Fan's old friend for many years, the reason why he joined the Sword Alliance must be because of Sun Fan, his head is in a different place, Sun Fan is afraid that he will not give up, and the Sword Alliance will not stop,"

Yan Xiaojun didn't have a trace of remorse, just looked at Qin Jian, at this time, Fang Qingping over there had already carried Zhao Tianya over, the place where the broken arm was broken had been sealed to stop the bleeding, but Zhao Tianya was still pale because of too much blood, if it wasn't for Fang Qingping sealing the acupoint for him in time to stop the bleeding, maybe he would have passed out at this time.

Fang Qingping helped Zhao Tianya to kneel on one knee, and said gratefully: "The grace of the young man to save his life, our husband and wife will report it for life." ”

Yan Xiaojun hurriedly said: "The Sword Alliance is evil, how can you ignore it, okay, you guys go quickly, find a place to treat his injuries, otherwise necrosis will hurt his life." ”

Yan Xiaojun pointed to Zhao Tianya, who was sore and clenched his teeth, Fang Qingping also knew that her husband had not passed the catastrophe of life and death, and then said: "Thank you for your kindness, can the young man leave his name, if our husband and wife escape this catastrophe, we will seek to repay the young man." ”

Yan Xiaojun smiled and said, "It's hard to remember the name, so let's go to the doctor quickly, don't delay." ”

Look at Fang Qingping and Zhao Tianya's temperament, they are originally people of Hui quality, and when they listen to the voice, they know that Yan Xiaojun is unwilling to be famous, how can they force it, Fang Qingping said with gratitude: "Then let's go, Shaoxia must be careful of the people of the Sword Alliance all the way, they will definitely retaliate." ”

Yan Xiaojun responded, and Fang Qingping helped Zhao Tianya out of the clearing and into the forest in the north.

Qin Jian and Yan Xiaojun came to the forest without saying a word, the horses were no longer in place, they ran out a hundred meters away and gathered together to eat grass, it is estimated that someone came and went from here just now, Qin Jian and Yan Xiaojun came to the horse's side, and the two got on the horse and left.

In the forest, a man in black and the young man who was fighting Fang Qingping just now both appeared, and came to Qingfeng Jian and **** who were in a different place with a mournful face, and sorted out the body with tears, and the young man said to the man in black: "You go find the car, I will guard it." ”

The man in black left in response, and the young man sat beside Qingyun Jian and ****, letting the tears roll down.

Yan Xiaojun urged the horse to walk in front all the way, Qin Jian also urged the horse to follow behind, hurrying, stopping and walking all the way, Yan Xiaojun suddenly slowed down the BMW, Qin Jian immediately caught up, Yan Xiaojun and Qin Jian were parallel, and said to Qin Jian: "You didn't speak all the way, are you blaming me for being ruthless and killing Qingyun Jian and ****?"

Qin Jian relieved himself at this time, and said with a wry smile: "Drinking at the same table and accompanying each other all the way, how can I be that kind of person, I'm just a little sentimental!**** is very old, but it is rare to have a good death, not because you are ruthless, nor because he is in the Sword League, he is a person from the rivers and lakes, this is the rivers and lakes - whether you are a hero or a traitor, as soon as you step into the rivers and lakes, what awaits them may be such a destination." ”

Qin Jian sighed lightly, and said: "Looking at the ****, it reminds me of an old friend, who often mutters a few words - bloody wind and blood, rivers and lakes, tears, and a different soul." The horses looked around at the storm, and they didn't know what to do. ”

Qin Jian looked at the long road ahead with a gloomy face, but Yan Xiaojun looked at Qin Jian who was sentimental for a while, he felt that Qin Jian was very fragile, and even made people feel distressed.

Yan Xiaojun knows Qin Jian, but he doesn't know Qin Jian's name, the prodigal son and Qin Jian's fame move the rivers and lakes, Qin Jian at this time, this sadness will make everyone who knows him look surprised.

Chasing the wind has been walking slowly in front, Yan Xiaojun's BMW is following behind, Yan Xiaojun's eyes have drifted into the distance, and he recalls the words in Qin Jian's mouth that only people who are in the rivers and lakes and have experienced wind and rain can truly appreciate it.