Confused Escort Confused Account

Shangguanqing retorted: "It's nonsense, we have already got the medicine..."

He suddenly realized that when he turned around, the wooden house was still burning, and there was still smoke and dust rising from the Purple Cloud Cauldron.

He finally noticed the problem in the smoke, but unfortunately it was too late, Ma Tou Zhan stared at him, unwilling to let go of any expression on his face.

Watching him fall into despair seems to be a supreme enjoyment. Looking at Shangguanqing with the horse's head cut off, there is not only disgust for the enemy, but also an indescribable, distorted hatred.

Of course there are reasons for hatred, but unfortunately the reason itself has long been buried in the loess, and what remains are only branches rooted in hatred and fruits hanging from the branches.

How deep-rooted the hatred is, how ugly the fruit will be.

Ma Touzhan said coldly: "The medicine bag I gave you is not an antidote, but a drug for intoxication. A small amount can cause dizziness and coma, and a large amount can cause confusion and memory confusion. Put it in the Ziyun Cauldron to refine it. It's more suitable to do more with less. As soon as you set off, you're already on your way to death."

Shangguan Qing said in a deep voice: "What did you do to Miss Mingyue? Why do you insist on being an enemy of the Escort?"

The horse's head cut off and said: "It's very simple, because you don't know good and bad, you have repeatedly hindered the king's great affairs, and you can only be eradicated. As for you... who made you have a father who was always chaotic and abandoned, and had a heartless father. "

Shangguanqing looked at him incredulously: "Who are you, how do you know my identity?"

Ma Touzhan raised the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a sneering smile: "Go to Huangquan Road and think about it slowly."

The smile has not fallen, but the knife has risen.

He regained his icy expression, raised his hand to send the move, the move was unambiguous, the sharp blade fell head-on, and it was about to fall.

Shangguanqing held the saber horizontally in front of his body, and managed to block the blow, but his strength was emptied, and his moves lost strength. He was beaten back a few steps, and fell to the ground clutching his chest.

Just now, he walked through the fire and inhaled a lot of drug smoke. He was already walking like an empty shell and was so weak that he barely stood up with a knife on the ground.

Of course, chopping off the horse's head will not give him a chance to breathe, the next knife has already started.

The trajectory of the knife was not cutting towards him, but towards the person who fell on the ground.

Zhao Shitu stayed in the fire for a longer time, almost unconscious, completely unaware of the threat of death hanging over his head.

His head was tilted unconsciously, a section of neck was exposed from the scorched collar, and the horse's head chopping knife was aimed at there.

The blade entered the gust of wind, and fell in the air.

The hair on Zhao Shitu's shoulders was brushed away, his arms twitched, his eyelids trembled, and a weak voice came out of his mouth: "Shangguan... Ah Qing..."

The voice was as thin as a gossamer, like a call for help, but also like a gentle whisper.

Shangguanqing rushed forward like a mad beast, using his body as a shield to block Zhao Shitu.

The knife that was originally intended to cut at Zhao Shitu fell on his shoulder instead.

Blood spurted out, half of his arm was almost severed, the blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking half of his sleeve in a short while.

No one can fight with such an injury... It should be so, but Shangguan Qing stood up slowly.

Ma Tuzhan looked at the opposite person in disbelief, he finally found out that he had made a wrong decision, he thought that the two had been tricked and inhaled the drug, they were already powerless to resist, but they ignored Shangguanqing's unique physique.

Just a few days ago, the acupoint seal in Shangguan Qing meridian was unsealed.

There was a rakshasa demon sleeping in his body, and this knife became the horn to wake it up.

But so what, a fake, how could it be against the real Rakshasa.

Matouzhan stabbed out with the saber, straight for his heart, but his saber was easily blocked, and Shangguan Qing came out with the saber at an astonishingly fast speed, swinging a horizontal slash.

Ma Touzhan took over his attack, and blood burst out from the tiger's mouth holding the knife.This strength has already surpassed any confrontation between the two of them, and Shangguanqing seems to have become a complete stranger.

That might not be considered a person anymore, his whole body was soaked in blood, his eyes were crimson, and the anger was hissing and boiling in the bottom of his eyes.

Behind him is a burning flame, thick smoke from the ground to the sky, like a miniature of hell, and the knife in his hand is as cold as ice, splitting a hole in that hell, the devil crawled out from inside, turned into his appearance.

Ma Touzhan finally lost his usual ruthlessness, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his laughter was sharp and shrill, he didn't know whether he was laughing at the other party or himself.

Many years ago, on the day when he sneaked into Yuan's house secretly and put the tampered Raksha kung fu cheats into the study, it might have been expected that he personally created the devil in front of him.There is bound to be such a battle between them.

Who is the cause and who is the effect.Cause and effect, who will take revenge.

In any case, he has no regrets.

The ruthless killer laughed wildly, threw himself into the hell-like sea of ​​flames, and fought with all his strength with his crazy sword moves.

At this moment, there is a third person lying on the edge of hell.

Zhao Shitu's eyelids trembled slightly, and his fingers twitched as well, as if he had sensed what happened not far away.

His limbs were still weak, and he couldn't even use the strength to sit up. The tongue of fire cut his face like a sharp knife, trying to burn him from the inside out.

His face was stained with blood, warm and sticky, with a fishy smell, but it was not his own.

He opened his eyes slightly, but he couldn't see the light of the sky. All he could see was crimson, blood, flames, and two wrestling figures in the flames.

What he was afraid of still happened. After all, he was one step too late. He tried his best and even abandoned morality, but he was still unable to stop this nightmare.

He couldn't escape this hell, he could only stretch out his arms in vain, laboriously, uninterruptedly, in a sleepy tone, calling out the same name over and over again.

"Shangguan... Ah Qing..."

But the person he called could not hear a single word of his prayer.

He was finally exhausted and fell into a deep sleep amidst the crimson.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Shitu was awakened by the sound of footsteps.

There seemed to be many figures swaying around him, whispering, speaking words that he couldn't hear clearly, his ears were still buzzing, and his head was heavy as if filled with lead, those voices seemed to come from far away , knocking on his ear repeatedly.

He tried to move his body, and immediately felt a sharp pain, and his limbs couldn't help twitching. The next moment, he felt his body lighten, and someone grabbed his collar and lifted it up.

A voice said in front of his eyes: "You bastard, you finally woke up!"

Zhao Shitu knew quite a few people, but not many people called him an asshole when they met. He forced his eyelids open, and whispered in a thirsty voice: "Little devil, it's you..."

Seeing that he was still alive, Luo Huan immediately loosened his collar, and his voice became serious: "Why... why did you do such a thing..."

Zhao Shitu fell back to the ground and finally regained consciousness. He looked around and saw many familiar figures, including Luo Huan and his senior brother, and Yan Wuhua and his disciples.

He was still in the Qilian Snow Mountain, and the inn where he had previously lived had been burned down.

Injured but alive, he was found unconscious.

There were many voices around, but there was no sign of Shangguan Qing. Zhao Shitu vaguely remembered that he and the other party came to this remote snow-capped mountain to look for ice lotus plants, but he couldn't remember what happened later.

Wu Qingyi's attitude was not as polite as that of his younger brother, he frowned, and said righteously: "Boss Zhao, I regard you as a righteous and reasonable person, and sincerely regard you as a friend, but who would have known that you would break your promise and steal Ziyunding, hurt Mr. Xiao, what is your intention, why not tell me?"