Xie Jun and the servant land, full of holes, flesh and blood blurred. But like an evil ghost, in the blood flowing all over the ground, he shook his body and stood up again. Spreading the covering, the ragged clothes were no longer enough to cover the body, and the face was a mixture of bright red and pitch black. The blade was soaked in blood and dimmed. Only the eyes, through the cover of emitting blood stains, shot with a light as sharp as a falcon.

"Sixteenth. He began, "Except for one death, the rest is not owed." ”

All the voices of the spectators fell silent, and there were no more shouts, not even whispers. Everyone stared blankly at the bloodied shell, frightened and terrified, like a terrible ghost tortured in hell—no one thought it was a human being.

Even Zhao Haijun was a little stunned. I don't understand what is the force that has allowed this person to hold on until now. Whenever he felt that he was about to win, and whenever he felt that this was the last sword to win, Xie Junhe always supported his crumbling body, stood up, and returned to stability.

Zhao Haijun unconsciously took two steps back - the chivalrous heart is not dead, he understands. Xie Junhe can hold on until now, and there must be sword moves that can win. Although, it seems that a gust of wind and sand can knock him down.

"There is no root and no dust, and it stretches from bending. Qi sinks with the heart, flows the world, is fixed like a rock, and moves like a wind. The avenue is right, and heaven and man are one. At this moment, in Xie Junhe's consciousness, there were only a few words left like this. All the pain has been stripped away, and all the troubles have dissipated. There was only one thought: he couldn't die, he had to take Xuehai away! He knew that the only way to get himself out of danger was to get him out of danger.

He looked at his sword, and at the hand that carried it, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration.

Still, the sharp remnant sword swept by. Still, the swept Pu knife is transformed like a knife wheel. Still, desperate to fight back like a tiger, still, the swords are tightly entangled, making the viewer worry that they will break suddenly. Everything seems to be repeating itself. It's just that the strength of the remnant sword is not as good as before.

"Dying struggle?" Zhao Haijun sneered, and was about to wait for the moment he landed, the final blow - this time it would not be a lump and abdomen, but would go directly through his heart!

Suddenly, the remnant sword rose into the air, but it no longer flew suddenly, but shot out like an arrow, faster than the wind, more dazzling than lightning. This sword burst out with terrifying power by the reflex of the Pu knife when it was entangled. Xie Junhe jumped, turned around and dived like a vengeful eagle.

Zhao Haijun was stunned for a moment - his vision was surrounded by a black halo. Clearly, a chill under his neck was so close to him - it was over, Xie Junhe found his flaw. Of course, this evil spirit, who seems to have returned from hell, will not give him another chance to stab.

But Zhao Haijun found that he was not dead, and the tip of the sword lightly picked up Zhao Haijun's scarf. A strand of black hair rests on the edge of the blade. The wind rises and sweeps it away. Xie Junhe's eyes were dark, and his whole person was gray in the wind. There was no blood, as if his blood had dried up. "Steady as a rock, moving like a wind. "He has come to his senses.

The spectators were silent in disbelief.

Zhao Haijun, who was wearing a cloak, had bloodshot eyes wide open, like a lion in a rage. He understood that Xie Junhe was merciful, although before this sword, Zhao Haijun always thought about killing Xie Junhe.

"Why don't you kill me?"

"If I kill you, I won't be able to leave. ”

"Anyway, you're going to lose this game. As a result, you won......" Zhao Haijun knew that he had taken advantage of the time and place, and even the hearts of the people were towards him. Xie Junhe must die, but-he knows that he can't kill Xie Junhe today, although he naturally still has infinite strength in his hands, and Xie Junhe can no longer withstand a blow.

"I can't lose, so I have to live. ”

"For Chu Xuehai?"

Xie Junhe smiled.

"I'll let Chu Xuehai go. ”

The spectators looked at each other, and no one seemed to have thought that Zhao Haijun would give in so simply.

Under the strong wind, Xie Junhe finally staggered to his knees.

A strong arm supported him—it was still Zhao Haijun. Close at hand, Zhao Haijun clearly heard his heavy breathing, as well as a pulse like a gossamer, and smiled: "Although I can't kill you, the Qi family will kill you." ”

"Thank you. There is no need to remind, Xie Junhe knows his situation, "Borrow a carriage, I will take Xuehai away......"

"Can you still ride a horse?"

"I promised her to send her back......" In a heavy breath, Xie Junhe refused any support and staggered with all his strength. Every step of the way left a shocking bloody footprint behind him. Blood was dripping from every wound on his body, but he seemed to be numb to any pain.

"The carriage is parked outside the school grounds, and the sea of snow is waiting for you in the car. Zhao Haijun stood in place and shouted to Xie Junhe. I suddenly felt that such an arrangement was too ironic.

"The enmity of the Zhao family, in the future, I will take my own life. "The shell that can be blown down by the wind at any time, the words still speak loudly.

"That's it......" Zhao Haijun shook his head. Just let Xie Junhe leave? Thinking about the sixteen lives that the Zhao family had killed, he was extremely unwilling, but if he didn't let go, what could he get in exchange?" Xie Junhe had died in this school yard. He smiled open-mindedly, "Chu Xuehai is a good girl, she cherishes her life!"

Xie Junhe shook his head with a wry smile.

"Next time, if you still have the life to come to the snowy land, I will invite you to drink?"

"Get drunk!"

Behind him, Zhao Haijun's laughter was hearty and unusual, shaking the heavens and the earth. In front of him, the door of the school field was near, and the snow-white high-headed horse was anxiously stomping its four hooves, waiting to set off. Faces as beautiful as flowers in a sea of snow are poking out of the car window and looking this way. I've never thought she's so beautiful.

"Snow Sea ......" he tried to make himself seem casual and walked steadily.

But when he saw Xuehai's face, he was suddenly stunned like ashes, and in an instant, it was already pear blossoms with rain.

He realized that his appearance as a bloody man was really terrifying like a ghost, and he stopped slightly embarrassed. But the scene in front of me gradually became blurred.

"Jun and Big Brother!" the cry was heartbreaking, piercing through the gray fog that was obscured in front of the vision.

At the same time, another mournful cry came from the bottom of my heart across time and space.

"Su Su ......" suddenly the sky swirled, and the whole body no longer had half of its strength left, fluttering and flickering, like falling into the clouds.

A few drops of warmth fell on his cheeks—tears. Xuehai, the girl, grabbed his arm willfully, ignoring the warning of "three steps away" yesterday. She was glaring at Zhao Haijun like an enemy.

Xie Junhe propped himself up, leaned on the carriage, and deliberately sneered: "What are you crying for? Don't make it like you're dead...... Why don't you get in the car? Don't you want to go?"

"Go, of course!" she glared at Zhao Haijun fiercely.

Zhao Haijun seemed to remember something, took out a medicine bottle and handed it to Xue Hai: "Wound medicine, you will need it on the road." ”

"Don't worry, I'll hold a grudge!" Xue Hai grabbed the medicine bottle, still holding Xie Junhe and not leaving.

The sun was silent, and the whole snowy area was silent, there was no wind, no dust. Hearing the horse's hooves clattering on the ground, Xie Junhe's mind gradually became chaotic, and he couldn't tell which was real:

"Susu, I promised you...... Sorry ......"