With a fierce blow, the ruins were moved out of a large open area, and the broken stone and wood collapsed several feet away. Wu Zixi still stood still. It was only after the blow that his left arm was already flowing with a line of red blood. But as if he didn't feel pain, he stared at Xie Junhe fiercely and stubbornly.

"Hidden deeply!" Xie Junhe sincerely admired his performance before and after, "What a bitter plan for the game you set!"

Wu Zixi's smile was full of evil spirit, as if this was his true face: "If you don't suffer a little, how can you deceive the number one swordsman of the Feather Sword Sect? ”

It's always disgusting to be a guy who is not ashamed to speak. However, Xie Junhe was no longer surprised: "The big shopkeeper - you also harmed it?"

"Didn't you see that? It's a pity, whoever stands in the way has to die. I just put a message. ”

"What a borrowed knife to kill someone!" Xie Junhe said angrily, "You can treat your fellow disciples?"

"If he doesn't die, when will I be in charge?" Wu Zixi laughed, "He has worked hard for the Southeast Tea Gang for half his life, and it is not in vain to pay for his life." "In the fading sunset, this gray and pale face is extremely hateful and terrifying," What's more, the things that eat inside and outside have already hooked up with Shen Yanfei, the dog on the north shore. I want to use this iron dust trick to make a deal with the people in the Beacon Ridge. Wouldn't it be a pity to take such a good thing to outsiders cheaply?"

"Who are you trading with?" Xie Junhe was curious.

"I don't care so much, whoever bids high, I give it to whomever I want. If you want to make a big deal, you will become big! Since the descendants of the Duan family have the iron dust trick, how can there be any reason to let it go?!"

"The bigger you buy, the greater the risk. You're losing money today. "Xie Junhe has prepared a second sword.

"Steady wins, no losses. Wu Zixi laughed, "The life of a descendant of the Duan family, the life of Xie Junhe, is much more valuable than the Iron Dust Jue!"

Just as Xie Junhe raised his sword, Wu Zixi disappeared behind the ruins. The wave of the remnant sword's qi only kicked up a cloud of dust. At the same time, a whistle was heard in the distance, and immediately the whistles of the four fields came and went. Obviously, Wu Zixi's action will not be attended by only one person.

"Don't stay long. Jun He looked at the blue sea of snow and felt distressed, "Bear with me for the time being." ”

She wanted to get up, but she couldn't exert half of her strength. Li Zhaolin hurriedly said: "Don't move, although the spread of venom has been blocked, once the qi and blood are retrograde, there will be worries about your life." ”

"Do you know medical skills?" Xie Junhe asked incredulously.

"Leave it to me. With that, he picked up the sea of snow on his back.

The whistle was getting sharper and sharper, and the enemy was already approaching. Junhe said decisively: "Retreat to the mountains to the east, there is a village there." Poetry and rain lead the way, you are optimistic about the sea of snow, and I will break it. If something happens to them, you don't live. ”

As soon as the words fell, the figures of black-clothed and white-clothed swordsmen roared overhead like eagles. It seems that Wu Zixi's patron must be that person.

Li Zhaolin smiled faintly as he ran: "Alas, I'm so unwelcome?"

The swords pressed each other, and blood splattered. Xie Junhe fought a bloody way. The sword qi stirred up by the Ice Jue almost froze the air, and white frost flowers formed on the ruins. However, the opponent is even more prepared, the inner and outer three layers are very tightly encircled, and once there is a gap that falls, the follow-up people immediately fill the hole - like a big pocket that is constantly tightening, vowing to trap them to death in it. The two familiar faces of Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi were also waiting on the periphery.

Li Zhaolin carried the sea of snow all the way around, dodging the sword light everywhere, and he didn't know where he learned the light skills, his skills were very good, and after a while, he flashed to the periphery. Before he could boast proudly, he heard the sea of snow on his back shouting loudly: "Stop! Sister Shiyu is still behind!"

Really, what about Duan Shiyu?

As far as the eye can see, in the smoke, the thin figure is floating alone. The staggered sword light was in danger, pressing towards her vital point from all sides.

"Xie Daxia, Sister Xuehai, I'm sorry, I'm dragging you down......" Shi Yu trembled in her tone. She remembered the fire that had made her shudder. The helplessness of death enveloped her, clutching her by the throat and suffocating her. It was as if this was the end of her life. Perhaps she should have left this world many years ago and followed her mother in the flames. Maybe she stayed in the first place, and she wouldn't let her father go too lonely. She's the only survivor, so what's the point of surviving?

She had resigned herself to her fate, when the blade of the white-clothed messenger struck her head.

But all she saw was a lightning-cold light piercing the gray mist of death. The howl of the breaking wind, a bloody color—Xie Junhe's sword had pierced through his opponent's chest.

In front of him, it was Li Zhaolin. Blood was gushing from his left arm. Between the eyebrows, an elegant smile blooms. "I'm sorry. He said, "Let's go." Xue Hai also smiled lightly on his back: "It's great that Sister Shiyu is okay!"

A warm heat surged into Shiyu's heart.

The attack of the white-clothed holy envoy retreated in the dense sword net of Xie Jun and others. This guy who was never raunchy and rude was like a steel wedge at the moment, firmly nailed to the heart of the enemy. Suddenly, Li Zhaolin held her hand tightly. Well, she can't be a drag on others anymore, for the father who sent her out of the Beacon Ridge at all costs, for the mother who will sleep in the fire forever. The blade slid out of its scabbard.

The demons danced wildly, but there was a cold sword breaking the wind.

Going against the current is already a matter of life and death.

Rushing in the dark, as if the prey was hiding from the pursuit of a beast. When all the fighting finally fell silent, they were in the village where Mo'er had lived.

Dead Village.

I couldn't see my fingers, and even the crows and sparrows were gone. So much so that Li Zhaolin had just found a sheltered wall to settle down in Chu Xuehai, and was shocked by Xie Junhe's footsteps in a cold sweat. "Ahem, you dark and silent fellow! like a ghost! I almost thought this village was haunted!"

Shiyu said with a little sadness: "A few years ago, this place was not like this......

"The ghosts of the world are far more terrible than those in hell. Xie Junhe sneered and sighed. There are too many places in the Beacon Ridge that make any life desperate.

Li Zhaolin said worriedly: "Just rest here, okay?"

"A radius of a hundred miles, all of them are Jiang Shaoyun's heartland, you and me, even if we run away with two girls on our backs for a night, what can we do?" Xie Junhe leaned against the wall indifferently, "Rest, I will naturally make Lord Yama dare not accept me." ”

"This ......," Li Zhaolin muttered, "you and Lord Yama can still have this friendship, we don't recognize him." What if this ......"

"Readers are verbose. Xie Junhe glanced at him dissatisfiedly. Duan Shiyu and Xuehai looked at the light that was like a bone in their throats, looked at each other and smiled. Seeing that the three of them were relieved, Li Zhaolin had to settle down and treat the wound with medicine to stop the bleeding in Xuehai.

On the bleak night, Xie Junhe lit a fire and sat beside Xuehai. This girl was hurt again...... He untied his black cloak slightly apologetically, covered the sea of snow, and then quietly glanced at the strange Li Zhaolin.

As the latter examined the wound, a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he muttered vaguely: "Strange, really strange......"