Wu Zixi's eyes quickly rushed into the encirclement, pulled out a thin shadow pointed at by the sword, and slammed it to the ground.

"It's not me! it's wrong, it's wrong!" the man exclaimed.

Indeed wrong.

The same black clothes, thick purple mist, and the bureau laid by Wu Zixi finally became Xie Junhe's best disguise, allowing him to hide in the dark night.

Angry, angry. The palm of his hand was violently forced, only to hear a crisp sound of "rattle", and the man of Tianyuemen had actually broken his neck alive, and he was paralyzed to the ground, and there was no sound. There was a sudden dead silence all around, and no one dared to speak. Wu Zixi's bruised and purple face and bloodshot eyes made him look like a raging wolf. The scimitar was thrown on the ground, and the blood on the blade reflected the blur of the purple mist, and it was sad. Then I searched the black-clothed array, only to see blood stains everywhere that had been trampled. Wu Zixi was like a treasure, and shouted loudly: "He can't run far!

A silver needle swept across his face, swishing across Wu Zixi's face. A line of blood then poured out, turning into a curtain of blood in an instant, and it flowed all over his face. The bloodshot eyes were instantly dull and dead. Wu Zixi's arrogance was like a basin of cold water in the head.

The mysterious laughter came from the end of the valley, and was stirred and superimposed by the echo, which made people feel creepy. Tang Yao's short figure staggered from the purple mist: "Boy, my people, you say kill if you say kill?

Behind him, the red-eyebrowed fire butterfly was following closely: "Why bother, if Old Man Jiang knew about tonight's events, he would be very unhappy." You have gathered so many people, and you have asked Master Tang to set up a poisonous net, and the result - where is Xie Junhe?

Wu Zixi's legs were immediately weak, and his hands and feet were so numb that he trembled at the moment.

Tang Yao grabbed Wu Zixi's collar, picked him up like a marionette, and threw him to the ground with a flick of his hand. Wu Zixi was lying on the ground, and he didn't dare to come out. "Run away Xie Junhe, don't expect you, the young master of the tea gang, to return home and inherit the family business. ”

Wu Zixi hurriedly explained: "I don't dare. There is only a cliff here, and Xie Junhe was seriously injured and deeply poisoned. Both ends of the valley had been sealed, and he couldn't get out. ”

Fire Butterfly said uneasily, "How is Red Frost Town arranged?"

Tang Yao sneered: "Old man Jiang, rest assured, this kid has already sent people to set up an ambush on the outskirts of Red Frost Town. is that Xie Junhe is not in control, and Chu Xuehai's little girl is also a big fish sent to the door. As long as he holds her in the palm of his hand, Chu Tao still dares to rebel against the sky?"

"Chu Xuehai is Chu Tao's weakness. However, because of this, the Feather Chasing Sword Sect will be extra careful. Once there is movement in the Beacon Ridge, the Changhe River will come to answer at any time. I really want to control Chu Xuehai, but I am afraid that I will have to raid overnight and kill them all, which will catch Chu Tao off guard. Fire Butterfly said slowly, "I don't worry about the kid surnamed Wu. Master Tang, this matter is tired. ”

Tang Yao nodded and agreed: "My people have been added." Tonight, call the inn - no chickens and dogs!"

Firebutterfly added: "Don't forget, Iron Dust Trick, it must be taken back. ”

"Hmph, Duan Shiyu's girl is still not easy to deal with?"

"That's very good. The fire butterfly glanced back at Wu Zixi, snorted rather disdainfully, and Wu Zixi trembled again in fright, and then he walked away with great satisfaction. The white-clothed holy envoys followed him, retreating in a neat formation.

The valley gradually returned to its tranquility, and the light of clusters of torches spread everywhere, lighting up every corner. A rigorous search is unfolding in an orderly manner. Not even a single plant or tree was spared. They didn't know that just a dozen steps away from them, in the cold stone, Xie Junhe had heard the whole content of the conversation.

It looks like tonight, Red Frost Town is going to be a catastrophe.

But he struggled for a long time, and he couldn't move half a minute.

The fight almost cost him his life. At this moment, the shoulders, arms, and legs are bleeding non-stop. Not to mention the severe pain that spreads throughout the body due to the poisonous gas erosion. The icy sweat was drying in the cold, taking away the last residual heat from his body, making him convulse for a while. He could barely see, and his hearing was being covered by a terrible noise. The mind is empty, and even the thinking does not belong to oneself. Rest could no longer restore him, but could only lead him to the grave of death. When all consciousness fades, it is the end of life. He didn't know if he would be able to make it until dawn — even if it was too late.

Snow Sea - For some reason, the silver bell-like laughter of Snow Sea always echoed in the depths of his consciousness. Wading through the sea of memories to pursue, the smile suddenly seemed to be thousands of miles away. Only a vague shadow flickered in front of his eyes, forcing it to disappear. "Girl......" he called softly. Is it the naughty girl who stole his steamed buns and hid in the trees to gnaw on a snowy day? Or is it the wayward lady who stepped on his shadow under the moon to vent her dissatisfaction? Or is it the little woman who desperately wants to stay by his side under the sword light?

He couldn't remember a single one.

But he couldn't resist, and the smile ignited his withered world.

"Girl...... I'm sorry...... I can't go down with you......" The corners of his mouth raised bitterly. Enough Xie Junhe. He said to himself. What kind of girl Xuehai is, you know it in your heart!

Xue Hai shouts every day that Xie Junhe is the worst bad guy in the world, and it seems that this is true. It's time for her to shed tears again......

No!

A terrible thought came to his mind. It is a desperate element on the bank of the long river, a butterfly withered like a broken wing...... The nightmare of countless nights suddenly reappeared, and the pain in my heart was worse than all the wounds.

He immediately woke up from his intermittent consciousness: nothing can happen to the sea of snow!

Spread out the palm of your hand, and a leaf that I picked just now was still there. It is estimated that the white-clothed holy envoy and Tianyue Gate should have searched in the distance. Cheering up, he pulled off a strand of black robe with difficulty, and then moved the leaf to his mouth.

If you could do something for her at the end...... It was not a pity that he died.

The sound of the leaf whistle echoed slowly in the quiet valley, as clear as the light of the moon. It is a gurgling spring, and it is an elegant wind, and it is a thousand turns of emotion. The purity of Ye Whistle dispelled the confusion and sadness of the purple mist, and imprisoned fear. The whole world was left with only this ethereal Sanskrit chanting.

Su Su's figure gradually became clear in the illusion, just like the hibiscus more than ten years ago, beautiful and gentle. "Su Su ......," he said sadly, "I see you again...... Don't go, wait for me ......"

At this time, the consequences of blowing the leaf whistle were tantamount to suicide, but he had no choice.

There was a lot of commotion in the crowd, and everyone stopped and listened attentively, focusing on the sound of nature. Huo Die pretended to be smart and said: "Heh, Old Man Jiang is so Yaxing!"

No one thought that this would be Xie Junhe's doing. Until, a white dove suddenly broke into the purple misty valley, circled for a turn, and walked towards the stone on the side of the valley floor. Ye Whistle stopped suddenly.

Everyone was stunned.

Wu Zixi was shocked and said, "He's there!"

Everyone did not dare to slack off, and they all rushed towards the place where the pigeon shadow disappeared.

Xie Junhe knew that in just a few moments, they would be able to find his traces. At the last moment, with trembling hands, he stroked the pigeon's feathers and tied the wisp of black cloth to the white pigeon's leg. The obedient pigeon cooed twice at him, like an old friend's farewell. He watched as the familiar shadow of the dove pierced through the sky, unable to hold it any longer, Ren Shen pain tore his body apart, letting the blood flow to the cold stone.

It's just that a tear slowly rolled down the corner of his eye. After that, there was no concern.