Zi hate

Wuming swept across the Hunze River and Wan Yiyuan all the way. At that time, Zhengdao and Nanming were fighting at the junction of the two rivers.

Returning to the hometown where he had been away for more than [-] years, Wuming didn't know what it was like, because he was more timid because he was close to the hometown, and he didn't dare to ask people.

Nanming ran over the pass, and the nearly century-old foundation of the two families was destroyed. The civilians guarded by the two families didn't even have the chance to leave their homes, and they turned into lonely souls under Nanming's sharp claws.

When I left, I was full of youth, but when I came back, I was not confused.

When you leave, the city is prosperous, and when you return, you will be buried with dead branches.

Wuming didn't even dare to turn his head, fearing that he would run away. He wandered around for half his life, and even failed to summon the soul for his blood relatives. It was really unfilial to the extreme.

Although everyone doesn't know him anymore, as long as it is not a member of the Nanming Sect, it doesn't matter to anyone.

Wuming looked at the fragmented ruins of the pass, took out the wine on his waist and took a sip.

He had been abstaining from alcohol for fifteen years, since he had children.

After taking a sip of hot wine, Wuming felt warm all over his body. Shuangren Mountain was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear. Looking at the ruins again, he didn't feel desolate.

Nameless lay on the ruins, waiting.

After waiting for more than ten days, Wuming heard that Zhengdao crossed the Hunze and went ashore, and had already fought Nanming to Wanyiyuan. Looking at the sky in the mountains, the reinforcements of Nanmingjiao continued to come.

Wuming cheered up and stood up holding the knife. In a trance, he seemed to see countless figures standing on the ruins.

Some people still look like the teenagers they remembered 20 years ago, gesticulating every day to beat each other all over the place.

Nameless laughed.

The remnants of the two families hid in their dilapidated pavilions, not daring to go out. Looking through the hollow, they saw a shadow standing staggeringly on the ruins, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying.

Everyone who saw him said he was crazy.

But in this world, it's strange not to drive people crazy.

Wuming held out his saber, seeing the black and black Nanming reinforcements rushing towards him, he rushed out.

The knife danced in the wind, just like what Wuming practiced in the mountains.

Fight the wind, fight the wood, fight the water.

Battle the sky and the ground, fight everything!

Sure enough, the blood of the Xiyuan family was born with a fighting spirit!

To capture the floating clouds in the sky, to step on Xiao Shuang on the ground!

Nan Mingjiao has never seen such a desperate person, let alone such unpredictable and fierce sword skills.

The Nanming reinforcements felt as if they were not fighting a single person, but a group of people, or a group of people who were using various unnamed exercises.

The first battle in Nanming, retreat.

Wuming wasn't too proud, he just took out the wine, took a sip, and firmly guarded the pass, shouldering the responsibility engraved in his blood.

Wuming stayed at the pass for five days and retreated three times. It was already the end of his battle. When the impatient Nanming Cultists rushed out of Shuangren Mountain for the fourth time, Wuming knew that he would definitely break his sword here today.

He suddenly looked at the sky, the stars and the moon were shining down on the earth, which had not changed for thousands of years, presumably the avenue was ruthless, running the sun and the moon, and never slack off.

Wuming suddenly realized, untied the wine from his waist, drank the last sip, and raised his knife to meet him.

I am not going to die, but will return to all things.

I have taught all things for more than [-] years, and today I finally have the opportunity to return to the teacher's door.

How fortunate to learn from all things and return to all things.

Even though Bai Sa temporarily enlightened, with his exhausted body, it is impossible to defeat the Sword Master in the end. He is already clumsy in the fifth and a half forms, and he can take off the sword in the sixth form.

Bai Sa retreated again and again, and fell to the ground without any support. The sword master had no intention of embarrassing him, and only walked towards Fu Qiang.

Before Bai Sa could rise again, the Sword Master's sword was already in front of Fu Qiang.

The Juggernaut didn't use any tricks. With a stab, Fu Qiang took half a step back and turned slightly sideways. The sword was blocked from entering his chest, and only a muffled sound was heard on Fu Qiang's chest.

The Juggernaut raised his sword, and saw a heart-protecting mirror fall to the ground with a "clang". The Juggernaut glanced at it and froze on the spot.

The mirror was shattered, and the word "Yu" could be seen engraved on the back of the breastplate.

The Juggernaut was so angry that he couldn't speak. This group of people didn't speak enough words when they killed, and they didn't even spare the things on him.

"You... turned out to be..."

"Senior Xunshiyu gave this to Mr. Shang before he left," Bai Sa couldn't step forward in time, and hurriedly shouted to interrupt the sword master's sword move, coughing up a mouthful of blood before continuing intermittently, "Senior Shiyu said, If we see you again, I will tell you that what we said back then was all lies, I hope you will cherish it and don't miss him any more."

The sword master wanted to say something, but the sword was about to come out, but he suddenly felt relieved and put the sword on the ground: "Shi Yu... is he still alive?"

"There is absolutely no joke. If you don't believe me, you can still ask the Pavilion Master of Xunfeng Pavilion. He personally sent his elder brother away."

Xunshiyu has never entered the customs, and these people can never know his identity. The Juggernaut doesn't know what expression to make. Looking at Fu Chen, that person has never defended himself. Thinking about it now, with his identity, even if he defends, he can't defend himself. People will believe, it is better to keep silent.

Just as the two were confronting each other, they suddenly heard the sound of a horse's hooves in the distance. Bai Sa turned his head and saw that it was a familiar mount. He fixed his eyes on a moment and flew to pull Fu Qian. Just get on the horse.

But I didn't think that the guard who was still screaming on the ground just now threw something at Fu Qian. Although they were on their bodies, the two of them had already escaped.

The horse running out of the desert was far from ordinary and comparable. It went out for several feet in an instant, leaving everyone dusty all the way.

The Juggernaut did not chase after him, and gradually turned into a black shadow behind the smoke.

Bai Sa hugged Fu Qian tightly, and the horse went towards the Shuangren Mountain without waiting for his instructions.

After rushing out of the dry forest, I saw a group of people and horses far away. The boundary is behind the group of people and horses. If you cross the boundary and enter the mountain, you should be able to break through.

Just as they were thinking, the two were suddenly thrown out.

The tripping rope that came from nowhere suddenly popped out from the ground, and the force with which the horse tripped and fell out was unexpectedly stronger than that of ordinary horses.

Bai Sa has been protecting Fu Qiang, sliding across the rough sand, his black clothes soaked in blood.

As soon as the car stopped, he heard the sound of drawing a bow in the distance, Bai Sa managed to open his eyes, and saw the group of people twirling their bows and drawing their arrows.

Bai Sa took a deep breath, turned over and pressed Fu Qian under him, using his body to build a solid barrier.

Fu Qian stared blankly at Bai Sa, this man can do anything for the sake of loyalty and trustworthiness.

"Bai Sa, that's enough!"

Fu Qian struggled, gritted his teeth, and felt his eyes burning.

"Not enough," Bai Sa held Fu Qian's hand firmly, not letting him get up, "I knew when you saved me, if I can't protect you with my life, then nothing is enough."

While talking, Bai Sa forced a smile: "Mr. Shang, you don't have to worry, I have tasted the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing my heart once, and I will try it again... I won't be afraid anymore."

Fu Qiang has always wished that he had never practiced that poisonous kung fu, but at this moment, Fu Qiang hated that his meridians were all sealed, and he could not use half of his kung fu, and he could see that Bai Sa would die for himself.

"Bai Sa! Let go!"

The man still smiled bloodily, without saying a word.

The arrow is already in the sky, although it is not as good as that day, it is still dark and dense, rushing towards it.

At this moment of life and death, he suddenly heard a scolding out of thin air, it was an incomprehensible language.

Bai Sa felt his eyes go dark, and he didn't know what surrounded him. Almost at the same time, the sound of arrows and shields hitting each other resounded around him.

After two rounds of arrows were shot, the surrounding area lit up.

"Mr. Shang," Mu Heti turned to look at the two of them, "Let's go."

As he spoke, another horse came after him, Bai Sa hurriedly stood up reluctantly, and pulled Fu Qian up, only to see a trace of water in the corner of the latter's eyes.

Before he could think about it, Mu Heti threw him a smaller shield: "Go! Enter Shuangren Mountain!"

Without any hesitation, Bai Sa nodded, pulled Fu Qiang onto the horse, clamped the horse's belly, turned around and saw Mu Heti and the others took out a fire bag, wrapped something in it and threw it out, and the thing turned into a pool of flames when it hit the ground. The horses of the group of archers were frightened and retreated again and again.

Seeing that Mu Heti and the others could handle it, the two seized this opportunity and rushed forward.

Although he ran past the group of people holding arrows, he saw the imperial army coming in front of him.

This Shao Wuhui is really cruel, it seems that he will not stop here unless he kills Fu Qian.

"Bai Sa, you yourself..."

"Mr. Shang," Bai Sa interrupted, "Trust me."

Fu Qian was dumbfounded, Bai Sa put his hands in his bosom, took out the golden token, and held it up high.

"The emperor's order is here! Everyone retreat!"

The leader of the forbidden army was shocked when he saw the token, he couldn't be sure whether it was true or not, but he took advantage of the chaos of the opponent's formation, and Bai Sa had already rushed over.

The father-in-law in the lead gritted his teeth. He let Fu Qian slip away in vain and failed to get the Qingming Gong. This opportunity must not be let go.

He wanted to flatter his horse and chase after him, but his horse was no match for a good horse running rampant in the desert. Seeing that the two of them were about to enter the sky, he immediately drew his bow and aimed at the two of them.

Bai Sa glanced at it from the side, stretched out his hand to lower Shang Yu's head, and raised the shield to his head.

"Mr. Shang, bow your head."

Fu Qiang was puzzled, and before he could ask, he only heard a "chuck", and Fu Qiang suddenly felt something hot fall from the side of his face.

The point of the arrow protruded from the collarbone of Bai Sa's left shoulder. If Fu Qiang hadn't been suppressed by Bai Sa, he would have died by cutting his skull with the arrow.

Bai Sa coughed another mouthful of blood on Fu Qiang's body, with the top of his head in Fu's hair, his whole body seemed to be slipping down gradually.

Fu Yan stretched out his hand to put Bai Sa's bracelet around his waist, and hugged him tightly: "Bai Sa, we will be here soon."

Vaguely, Fu Qiang seemed to see a ray of sky approaching in front of him.

Bai Sa seemed extremely tired, and suddenly whispered a little wronged: "Mr. Shang, from now on...don't prick me with needles...it will hurt."

The sound entered the ears with the wind, and the weak liquid that had just flowed out without knowing why, and the skin behind the damaged mask seemed to be hotter than Bai Sa's blood.

"Okay, I won't stab you in the future."

Fu Chen gritted his teeth, the water in his eyes gradually dried up, and his eyes became gloomy.

"Never again."

The two people were carried by the horse, and they finally passed the sky.