In the middle of the night, no one is there, untie the cable, wave by wave.

Xie Jun and Radial Tiger Cliff walked alone.

The wind and waves are strong, and the light boat will be delivered. He sat quietly cross-legged in the boat.

At this moment, he is no longer Chu Tiankuo's apprentice, no longer Chu Xuehai's protector, and no longer the chief swordsman of the Feather Chasing Sword Sect. Everything in Bilian Continent behind him no longer became his bondage. Giving up all his names and identities, he is just a man who lives by swords, a wanderer who wanders in wine shops. He is still Xie Junhe of the year, alone, and he comes and goes without worry. Twelve years, it was like a flick of a finger.

Su Su, he silently repeated the name in this dream in his heart. For more than ten years, what I want to do most is just to find the beauty of the year and fulfill the promise that I didn't have to fulfill back then. Although, he didn't know if the heavens had fooled him again. But even if it's another nothing, he's willing.

A person whose heart is no longer in the rivers and lakes has long learned to look down on the clouds and smoke in the midst of meaningless killings. He just wanted an answer, or maybe the answer itself didn't matter, he just wanted to find it, to prove that he lived up to her.

The wind faded, but the dark and towering shadow of the Tiger Cliff was ghostly pressing towards him. In the sound of the water, the killing array set up by the opponent was hidden behind the night, and it was about to come out. It's a pity that he has forgotten what fear is.

As soon as he turned over, he had fallen on the sand in front of the tiger cliff. Step by step, dragging the unsheathed sword, he walked into the depths.

"Xie Junhe will go to the appointment on time! and invite the hero to show up!" shouted loudly into the dark night. But there is only an echo of emptiness, ethereal, and there is no landing.

"Where is Susu?" he shouted.

What awaited him was still nothing.

The road became narrower and narrower, and he had reached the foot of the huge rock at the mouth of the Tiger Cliff, and the towering rocks were as sharp as the teeth of beasts, so this place got its name.

"Xie Junhe is here!" Jiang Shaoyun, don't you dare to come and take my life?" he angrily declared war.

A fire, suddenly lit up in the dark night, and the shadows shone brightly. He was about to draw his sword when he saw the fire turn into a blazing light. Suddenly, his ears were hot, and it was a fireball passing by him.

There was a bang, and the riverbank behind him was engulfed in smoke and flames. The wall of fire raged, blocking his retreat. The heat wave is blowing in the face, and it spreads very quickly. The smell of tung oil spread in the dark night, and somehow it reached his feet. The small boat that sent him must have turned to ashes in the smoke.

Almost at the same time, there was a loud rumble overhead. I saw rolling stones and falling trees pouring down like raindrops. He no longer hesitated, and jumped over the mouth of the tiger cliff. Escape the catastrophe above you along the way. When the stone rain stopped, I looked back and saw smoke and dust billowing behind me. Once again, the road was blocked. Facing it, it was already a camp.

On the tall tower, the short Tang Yao was smiling narrowly, and standing side by side with him were two white-clothed holy envoys: Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi. Rows of crossbow machines were ready to take aim at his position. And he has neither a way to retreat nor a place to hide, the only thing he can rely on is the remnant sword in his hand.

"Xie Junhe, do you remember the Tiger Cliff Battle back then?" Tang Yao's voice was quite proud, like a cat that caught a mouse and played with its prey. "Today's situation is similar to that time?Fire Hall Master, Fang Hall Master, that day the Wood Hall Master died at the hands of this person? Let him die in the place of victory back then, okay?"

The fire butterfly's red eyebrows shone brightly, and he snorted and laughed: "The old man said that the master of the wooden hall died with ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and he must let this kid taste it!

Fang Xi said peacefully: "What's more, let him end up like those rangers he sent, turn his blood into poison, and taste all kinds of pain, until he sees Bilian Continent turn to ashes!"

Sneer. Old rivals.

"Shoot the arrow!" Tang Yao couldn't wait to erase him from this world.

The sound of the crossbow machine knocking, the arrow like a locust.

However, Xie Junhe had already risen from the ground at the moment before he gave the order, and the long sword with cold and cold air suddenly stirred up a huge cyclone, flying sand and rocks for a while, and the dust was like mist. Ding Dingran made a crisp sound, and the locust-like feathered arrows were scattered in the sword qi and deviated from the direction.

Tang Yaozheng was stunned, but he saw that in the misty dust and sand, the black robe was like a black whirlwind, hitting directly!

In a panic, he raised his hand, and a few dark darts swept away against the black robe, but it was like hitting the air. Suddenly, a strand of black hair fluttered down. Capture the thief and capture the king first. Xie Junhe was already standing behind him and sneered, and his horizontal sword pressed against his throat. An extraordinarily slippery joking voice slipped out of his mouth: "Master Tang, how long has it been since you haven't seen me, and you have treated me with such a big gift?"

As soon as the words fell, the twin swords of Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi had already staggered: it was that spark that collapsed, turning the sword light into countless phantoms in an instant, pressing on the opponent as if the sky was cracking.

It's just that Xie Junhe's figure moved, and Tang Yao had stumbled in front of him pitifully.

The Fire Butterfly sword momentum did not decrease in the slightest, and it crossed Tang Yao and hit Xie Junhe's chest. Fang Xi even jumped behind Xie Junhe. Dense sword nets crisscrossed and swirled, encircling him.

Xie Junhe pulled out of the gap between the two like a loach, and struck a backhand, straight at the Fire Butterfly's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"When" the ground, it was Fang Xi who stopped his waist and swept away the thorn with a sword.

After fighting for seven or eight moves regardless of strength or weakness, the four of them flew up and down the tower, but unfortunately no one could control Xie Junhe's edge. There were even more strange ice tricks stirring around, and Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi clearly felt that the sword was not so easy to control.

The three people who wanted to fight quickly had their fighting spirit cut in half at this moment, and they all stopped defending. And Xie Junhe also stopped at the commanding heights with his sword. Stalemate.

"Where is Su Su?" Xie Junhe asked sharply.

This question provoked the three of them to sneer: "It seems that Brother Mo Yang is really innocent." He knew your Xie Junhe's weakness and didn't report it, he was already a traitor. Fortunately, the old man executed him that year. ”

"Where is Su Su?" Xie Junhe asked a second time. The tip of his sword was already pointed at Tang Yao—threatening the lives of others was this person's usual trick.

"Of course, it's in Beacon Ridge. You have to thank Brother Moyan for that. Tang Yao smiled bitterly, of course, as long as he had the news of Su Su, Xie Junhe couldn't do anything to him.

Mo Yang...... Yes, he remembered that Mo Yang told her when he was dying that Su Su was still alive. Perhaps it was after Mo Yang's death that they found Su Su who had been hidden. Only, care must be taken. "How do I know you have news of her?"

"Won't you see it yourself?" Tang Yao waved his hand towards the center of the camp.