It's too late, it's really irreparable? Inexplicably, this song is playing again and again in his heart at this moment. The fists were clenched so that the joints of the bones creaked, and Xie Jun and Zhitian sneered: "What's the matter?

The moon shadow was heavy, and with a long whistle, he remembered that the blazing lightning should have already gone to Qin Dashao's Wangjiang platform. A strange shadow flickered in the woods, and it was a blue-white figure riding the wind, and the white mane was dancing with the wind, hissing and jumping to him.

Xie Junhe stroked its high neck and patted its spine: "Stinky boy!"

The big eyes of the wind shone with a deep light, as if gathering tears. The whining wail was poignant and abnormal, could it be that it also knew that Chu Tao was trapped, and the dragons on the south bank were leaderless? Jun He had long been familiar with this horse, but whenever he fought side by side with Chu Tao, it was indispensable for its fluttering and chic posture.

"How did you get here?" Xie Junhe wondered: Shouldn't this horse be tethered to the stable, can it still untie the rope by itself?

There was a white scarf tied to his head, dancing with the white mane. Xie Junhe immediately explained it and read it.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, sorrows and joys are mixed. If you are poor, you will seek change, and you will be quiet to brake. ”

Who was it, and what did you want to warn him about? Why didn't you say it to your face? Xie Junhe hesitated again. Repeatedly chewing on the meaning of the words is nothing more than asking him not to despair and wait and see. However, at this moment, he is almost at the end of his rope, what can happen to Chu Tao if he falls into the hands of Qi Heng? Qi Heng is not a gentleman like Chu Tao, he has always been ruthless and vicious, and now in the face of the enemy, how can he be soft? Is it just waiting and watching?

Xie Junhe couldn't calm down: What will happen when today's news reaches the South Bank? The reputation of the head of the sect will be damaged, and the Feather Chasing Sword Sect will inevitably suffer heavy losses, but it is far more than the Feather Chasing Sword Sect that will suffer. Perhaps the entire south bank will be dragged into a leaderless chaos, and perhaps, there will inevitably be a contest between the two sides of the strait......

He couldn't sit back and watch it happen!

The white scarf entered the wind and fell to the dust mist, Xie Junhe turned over and got on his horse, spread his four hooves with the wind in his heart, and galloped back to the post house.

Whether anyone is unwilling or not, whether anyone is looking forward to it, the dawn finally returns to the earth.

In the faint morning light, Zhao Haijun, who was dressed in black at the entrance of the post house, was particularly eye-catching.

"How, Xie Daxia?" the arrogant smile revealed an awe-inspiring and inviolable arrogance. It seemed that everything was expected by him, and it seemed that those sharp eyes had already pierced deep into Xie Junhe's heart, probing his indignation and anxiety at the moment.

"You!" Xie Jun stepped forward with an arrow and grabbed him by the throat.

His hands were clenched like iron tongs, and Zhao Haijun was directly pressed into the corner, his face stiffened into a terrible bruise. Without the slightest defense, and without time to make any resistance, he was already placed in a place where he could not struggle.

Xie Jun and his eyes were bloodshot like angry lions, condensing all the strength of his body on his thin hands, and his joints gurgled and rubbed between bones. The roar poured out for thousands of miles: "You already knew that they were going to do something to the Leng family, you already knew that they were going to lure Chu Tao into the trap, you already knew the overall situation, but why did you hold the shelf and keep silent? How can there be such a cunning and vicious fox as you in the world!"

There was a sudden bustle around him, and it was the swordsmen in the post house who were alarmed and rushed to persuade them. However, even if these people tugged at it with great effort, they couldn't let go of half a minute. Xie Junhe was like a demon, he couldn't hear half a word in his ears, and he couldn't see half a person in front of him.