At this time, all his spirit and strength were concentrated on the hilt of the jade sword, which was used to resist the sword finger of the general's lifelong cultivation, and he faintly felt that there was something very precious in his body, which was constantly draining along the handle of the umbrella and flowing into the black flames, so his right hand could not raise the Pu Dao that was dragging behind him.

Pointing at the flames, people are in the flames, and the desperate stalemate does not know how long it lasted, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged between the lakeside huts, condensing in front of the general's fingers and turning into extremely short and sharp sword intent stabs.

Whether it is the fluttering bamboo leaves or the gradually cold mist, it seems that you can feel the tense atmosphere between the venues.

The general snorted lightly, and the veins on his pale face disappeared for a moment.

The black flame stepped back a bit.

The hilt of the sword slipped away from the mouth of Xu Chen's left hand and hit him hard in the head, and the extremely sharp sword intent finally had a trace of success in penetrating the shield formed by the flames, and pierced into it from the point where the umbrella handle collided.

With a pop, blood spurted out from between Xu Chen's mouth and nose, spreading along the edge of the mask, staining his immature face red.

On the other side of the flame, blood began to drip from the corners of the general's eyes, and the essence in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Now it's up to anyone who can hold it up longer.

The hilt of the sword kept pressing against Xu Chen's chest like a mountain, blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose, and the mask was completely wet with blood, and the blood kept dripping down the edge of the mask and dripping on his shoes.

He raised his head with great difficulty, and with some blank eyes, he brushed the edge of the black flames, and looked at the general over there, and found that the general's thin cheeks had become even thinner at this time, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he must have been unable to hold it anymore.

Suddenly, Xu Chen felt that the power coming from the hilt of the umbrella sword was a little weaker!

He raised his head, held the umbrella handle tightly with his left hand, and forced a step forward with his chest!

The black, eerie glow, was like an unbreakable shield that pushed the general back a step!

A fierce howl of the grassland beast during the brutal fight roared from the young man's mouth, and he mobilized the last remaining strength in his body, lifted the standard saber dragged on the ground, and slashed it fiercely!

With a click, the blade slammed deep into the general's neck, and then continued forward with an extremely unpleasant and terrifying sound of breaking bones and flesh, until it slashed out from the other side.

The eyes on the general's skull stared incredulously at the boy behind the black flames, and then the head fell off his neck with a crooked twist, snapped twice on the ground, and rolled into the steaming tea.

The black flames dissipated instantly, as if they had never appeared, and the jade sword was firmly grasped in his hand.

Xu Chen stared, looked at the head on the ground, gasped sharply, and said, "Dying in this place should also be regarded as a kind of enjoyment." ”

However, Xu Chen saw that the mouth on the head was slightly upturned, it was not smiling, but disdainful, what made this general so disdainful?

The darkness before dawn was so deep, and the town of Wuxian at this time was so quiet, there were no pedestrians in the streets and alleys, not even a cat that was used to walking at night could not see a single one. In a remote alley came a bloody young man, staggering and running, his weak legs sometimes unable to support him, and he would fall heavily to the ground.

Blood kept dripping from the edge of the mask, and he felt that his vision was a little blurry, and even his thinking was a little confused, and he didn't know where he had run, he didn't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or something else.

"If I want to take your life, then I will definitely take your life, for Chu Yang, for Master Lu Yin, for everything that has been. ”

He muttered subconsciously, looking for the way, looking for a place where the prince might be hidden.

The voice came from inside the blood-stained mask that was sticky, and it looked a little distorted.

He had heard the siren before, and what little sanity he had left knew that he had to get out of here as soon as possible, and the soldiers in the town had probably been alarmed, and if he waited for all the soldiers in the town to get up, then he would have to die.

So he continued to run, on the streets where he had not been.

The jade sword tied to his back was bounced up from time to time, and then opened, puffy and puffy.

A vengeful boy covered in blood.

Xu Chen ran in the night, running on the street, raising his right arm from time to time to wipe off the blood in his jaw, and the jade sword hitting his back from time to time crackled. As time passed, the luster in his eyes became more and more dim, and his brows and eyes, exposed outside the mask, wrinkled more and more tightly, looking very painful.

His vision became more and more blurred, the horse-tethered pillars on the side of the street and the gate shop at the entrance of the fang market gradually deformed and distorted in his eyes, turning into a monster with teeth and claws; his breathing became more and more rapid, the breath squeezed out of his lungs was as hot as magma, and the breath he desperately inhaled was as cold as a glacier; his steps became more and more vain and slow, and he was often stumped by the bluestone slabs protruding from the ground; his mind became more and more disordered, and he gradually forgot his current situation.

He only remembered that he should run, the farther he ran, the better, escape, this is the only wish at the moment, to save the prince?

I don't know why, he always recalls the head of the "great general" in front of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth that are contempt, what is he despising in contempt?

The blood dripping from the edge of the mask can be wiped away by the arm cuffs, and the blood oozing from the countless sword mouths on the body slowly flows to the big black umbrella, which is slowly absorbed by the jade sword and then slowly released, slowly dripping to the ground, and then a very small blood flower blooms on the ground and runs into the cracks in the stones.

Before the morning, there was a morning breeze up, blowing the clothes drying under the eaves of the house, blowing the towering dragon cloud flag in the distance of the street hunting, the footsteps in the morning breeze and the faint smell of blood, melted together, and gradually woke up some life hidden in the stone crevices of thousands of years.

The ordinary street of the military town suddenly turned into an endless hellfire road, Xu Chen felt as if his feet were stepping on extremely hot red pebbles, and the soles of his shoes would be burned through every step he stepped on, and those fluffy flames instantly spread to burn his flesh and blood, and burn his white bones, which was extremely painful.

He was still running, step by step, and every step felt like it was so painful, and with each step he felt like his feet were being cut into pulp by countless knives at the same time.

Suddenly, his body suddenly froze in place, clutching his chest in pain!

He felt as if an invisible sword had fallen from the night sky, breaking through his flesh and bones, piercing directly through his body and nailing him to the ground!

The burning pain from the ground disappeared in an instant, for no suffering in the world was worth mentioning compared to the pain that came from the chest, the pain that seemed to tear everything apart and destroy everything.

Xu Chen's brows furrowed painfully, looking at the empty chest, looking at the street that had been transformed into some kind of crooked road, looking at Wuxian Town, which had nothing to do with reality, and found that everything in his eyes had countless shadows, the shadows of the real and the false, the fake and the deconstructed, and his people stood between the real and the illusory of these things.

Suddenly, he heard someone gasping softly in his ear.

With the last of his strength, he turned his head, his bloody hand gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly, but he didn't see anyone, and his body was still surrounded by those strange shape-shapeds.

His face was as pale as a snowy mountain, and he looked around, subconsciously looking for the place where the gasp came from.

The stone pillars on the side of the street that seemed to be about to fall to the ground were wheezing, telling the pain and irritability of being tied to their necks every day; the yellow cloth guise of the wine shop in the fang market was wheezing in the morning breeze, telling the displeasure and uneasiness of being molested by drunkards at night; the locust tree sticking out of its waist in a certain house was wheezing, telling that it had seen too much of the family's secrets and was about to be dried up; and the green leaves that fell under the stone lion seat were gasping, telling the reason why they did not fall at the right time.

The lion carved out of stone is breathing, the wooden building is breathing, the pavement under your feet is breathing, the morning breeze is breathing, the palace in the distance is breathing, the gray wall near is breathing, the town of Wuxian is breathing, and the whole world is breathing.