Zhao Haijun's face turned white. Xie Junhe was also stunned for a moment, he really couldn't believe the cruelty of people. Immediately wanted to rush forward and want to fight. But Zhao Haijun grabbed his arm. In an instant, white shadows were stacked on top of each other, and a sea of people emerged from behind the high wall. If he had attacked just now, he would have been plotted at this moment.

Zhao Haijun sighed: "Jiang Shaoyun is really courageous. I wanted to work with you, but it seems to be too late. ”

When the words fell, I suddenly heard a cold voice on the wall: "This is not a snowy hunting garden, and there are no barbarians, the hunting king Hugh has to be nosy!"

Xie Junhe turned to Zhao Haijun and stared at him for a long time - he had never learned to trust anyone, the cooperation with Qin Xiao was just hiring and being hired, and the cooperation with Chu Tao at this moment was originally just a place for one party to live in. In his opinion, the rivers and lakes do not need cooperation, except for exploitation, the only thing left is hatred. Zhao Haijun is persevering in cooperating with him, a swordsman who travels alone. What is the benefit?!, he wondered.

"Woo-" The sound of the wind spread Zhao Haijun's whistle far away, long, loose, and scattered.

With a dull whistle, a burly black body was superimposed on the back of the white shadow, and in a short time, the entire Aotian Pavilion was shrouded in a gray mist-like chaos. Zhao Haijun held the usual Pu knife in both hands, and smiled grimly: "Don't think that only you people on the south coast have chivalrous intentions, I, Zhao Haijun, also know how to collect money and be loyal to people." But you have to remember, tonight's righteous warriors in the snowy region are not greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"You block the white-clothed holy envoy for me," Xie Junhe said, "I'll go to the fire storehouse." ”

"Walk yours!"

There was no time to ask Zhao Haijun why he suddenly helped him, because the shadow of the white-clothed holy envoy was already entangled like a vine. The sound of fireworks exploding is shocking. Xie Junhe looked back deeply at Wangjiangtai: time should be running out.

Zhao Haijun's Pu knife swept through the crowd at a gallop, killing a bloody way.

Under the cover of the Snowy Righteous Warrior Wall, Xie Junhe soon clashed into the fire vault.

There was still only a faint shadow of the moon, which was cut off from the breath of living creatures, and it was terrifyingly cold.

The fire depot was in shambles. Several of the Qin family martial artists stationed there had fallen to the ground, out of breath. The locks were opened, as if they had been robbed. It seems that the Qin family's martial arts defense is not so solid. But a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in Xie Junhe's heart: Why is it that it is clearly the Qin family's important land, but only these few people are guarding it? Qin Xiao and Li Luo are not so confused. What's more, Qin Xiao is a well-known old fox! Could it be that there is more mystery in it?

The pungent smell of tung oil permeated the way. Tung oil flows along the delicate vertical and horizontal ditches of the ground, stretching into the distance, like an intricate network of leads. Barrels of sulfur powder had been removed from the fire depot and piled up in a line.

Once this fuse is lit, I'm afraid that the entire Aurtian Pavilion will be able to fly into the sky - no, of course it's not that simple. Xie Junhe looked at the direction of Wangjiangtai, and suddenly a wave of horror rose in his heart - the black iron pipes were lined up and erected on the edge of the wall, facing Wangjiangtai!

What's to be done?

He suddenly froze, every joint and muscle in his body tensed.

His left hand was on the scabbard, but his right hand was still far from the hilt. But he couldn't move. Because there was an unfathomable murderous aura in his back, Leng Sensen was soaked in the air.