Born short-lived

Zhou Zirong and Yang Ye galloped on the official road in the outskirts of Donghai Pass. At this time, the sun had already set, leaving only a small piece of smudged red on the edge of the sky. The wind wrapped in ice was getting colder and colder. Like a head-on blow to the face.

Yang Ye's face was blown like an ice cube, and the skin exposed to the air was as painful as a pinprick, and he could almost feel how his skin was chapped little by little.

"Hold on, it's almost there!" Zhou Zirong shouted at him in front, obviously Zhou Zirong was also terribly frozen, his throat seemed to be covered with frost, and his voice became hoarse like broken ice.

The wind whizzed past his ears, and Yang Ye's brain was buzzing. His ears were so cold that he couldn't hear clearly. It took him a long time to realize that Zhou Zirong seemed to say something: "General ?”

"It's almost there!" Zhou Zirong turned his head and gave him an encouraging smile, "Less than a hundred miles away is the city gate, hold on, and get someone to warm the pot of wine for you when you go back."

These words played a very good role in quenching thirst, and the effect was almost immediate. The warm and even hot wine immediately appeared in Yang Ye's mind. The whole body warms up.

He swallowed his saliva, regained his sanity, moved his fingers that were holding the rein tightly, and looked in the direction Zhou Zirong was pointing at. He could vaguely see a sharp-edged shadow in the twilight, Undulating on the horizon - that is indeed the southwest gate of the East China Sea.

Yang Ye had never suffered such a long-distance running for his life, and he had already experienced death and life in his body and spirit. At this time, when he saw the city gate, he immediately felt a rush of blood rushing to his head.

——so much so that he didn't hear Zhou Zirong calling him to stop.

"Rein! Rein!"

A sharp whistling sound pulled Yang Ye's attention back abruptly, but it was a pity that it was over. Yang Ye felt that the black-maned spirit horse under him suddenly rushed forward, and he hurriedly grabbed the rein with one hand, but Unable to bear the huge pulling force, the world was spinning for a moment, my back hurt, and I was fighting

Get off.

Yang Ye fell and turned on his back. Fortunately, he was still a solid person, and there was nothing serious about it. He finally took a breath, and something flashed in front of his eyes, followed by a "dang" sound——Zhou Zirong drew his sword Kankan flicked away a dart that flew in front of Yang Ye's eyes.

"Get up!" Zhou Zirong grabbed the still dazed man by the collar and pulled him up, carrying a seven or eight-foot-old man like a chicken, and threw him on the lawn beside him, " Climb honestly!"

Yang Ye was thrown twice in a row, his eyes turned black for a while, and he felt that his brain was about to scatter, and he looked up dizzily, and was immediately frightened into a cold sweat, and dared not move.

A dozen or so people in Jianghu costumes surrounded Zhou Zirong.

Just now on the official road, someone used a very thin fishing line to pull a tripping rope. It was very difficult to detect in the dim light at dusk. When Zhou Zirong found out, he almost strangled the horse, and it happened that Yang Ye was distracted at that time and was stunned. He bumped into it in a daze.

——As a result, all four legs of the horse were cut off, and the broken legs were bleeding out. At this time, the horse was paralyzed on the side of the road and was dying, and the horse's mouth was loose and crooked. side.

The sky was getting dark, and the blade of the broken flame was bubbling with white steam.

Zhou Zirong said: "Who are you waiting for?"

One of them, holding a meteor hammer in his hand, slammed the hammer on his back, and punched Zhou Zirong with his free hand: "The Fourteen Spirits of Tianshan Mountain are using people's money to eliminate disasters for others. Please come to borrow the prince's item today." Use it on your head!"

Although Zhou Zirong doesn't associate with people in the Jianghu, he has heard more or less from Yuan Jin that the Fourteen Spirits of Tianshan Mountains are fourteen wandering warriors in the Jianghu who gather together, and they all do things with their heads on the waist of their trousers. Under the banner of "Fourteen Spirits", it is not known whether they are all psychics.

Someone in the capital wanted his life, and he didn't want to lose the conversation, so he didn't need to be organized, and instead went to the rivers and lakes to spend a lot of money to seek bravery.

A bald donkey in a cassock carried a long stick on its shoulder, and a black cloth bag was carried on the other end of the long stick. This bald donkey had big arms and round waist, and a fleshy face, which looked like a monk.

I saw him throwing the black cloth bag towards Zhou Zirong, the cloth bag rolled several times on the ground, and just stopped not far from Zhou Zirong's toes, Zhou Zirong looked at him suspiciously, picked up the cloth bag open.

As soon as the cloth bag was opened, there was a strong smell of blood, and it contained a human head—it was the scar from the knife that killed him by the riverside the day before yesterday. The weather is cold and the body is not easy to rot. The facial features are still clear.

Zhou Zirong squinted at the bald donkey, and sneered, "Hey, what does a strong man mean by that?"

The bald donkey dressed as a monk laughed a few times, and said very unmercifully: "This trash can't do anything, so I chopped him up for the prince, fed his body to the dogs, and showed the prince his head to admire."

Zhou Zirong didn't make a sound, and when it got dark, others couldn't see his expression clearly, only saw the flash of his knife, and the head on the ground was picked back and flew back, heading straight towards the

The bald donkey smashed through the door.

The bald donkey was terrified, he swung his long stick to block the head, but at this time Zhou Zirong had somehow flashed in front of him, and between the lightning and the flint, the Flame Breaker was picked up from the bottom at an extremely tricky angle. come over.

The bald donkey took a few steps back in a hurry, swiped his long stick, and collided with the blade of the stone shockingly, causing sparks to burst out.

The force of this stick was so strong that Zhou Zirong's mouth was numb. Immediately afterwards, the side of the blade cut along the long stick. The bald donkey hurriedly moved away, but Zhou Zirong still drew a deep cut on his arm. At first, it was just a small slit that looked like a broken skin. After a while, the skin was ripped apart, and the blood gushed out unstoppably.

However, Zhou Zirong was in a bad mood, thinking that these people really didn't have a false reputation. Whether it was weapons or skills, they were [-] times stronger than the group of people I met by the river the day before yesterday. They were indeed genuine. More or less psychic.

Especially this bald man, the stick didn't know what it was, but it was able to block Po Yan's knife.

——It's really troublesome now, after all, there are fourteen people on the other side.

The bald donkey spat, ignored the blood on his arm, and smashed it away with his stick. At the same time, a chain flew behind Zhou Zirong, and there was a cold light in all directions.

Zhou Zirong swung his sword and chopped off most of the flying weapons. The donkey missed with one stick, and hit another stick with his backhand. Hit him with a stick, and immediately vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The bald donkey still wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue him. Zhou Zirong seized the opportunity and stabbed his chest from the armpit back with a backhand. The bald donkey was shocked, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. Pull it out.

The bald donkey fake monk threw himself on the ground and passed away.

"Old barbarian!!" The man holding the meteor hammer let out a heart-piercing roar, his eyes were red with anger, and suddenly he swung the meteor hammer at Zhou Zirong like a madman and smashed it chaotically.

In normal times, Zhou Zirong would have been able to pick the right time to give him a fatal blow, but at this time, people were restraining him in all directions, and it was already very difficult for him to block.

Suddenly there was a heart-pounding pain in his shoulder, and he looked down, only to see blood oozing from a hole in his shoulder—it was the penetrating wound of the spirit arrow.

Fortunately, he was still a few inches short, and he didn't shoot him through the heart.

A chain was tied to his right ankle, and the man yanked him far away. Zhou Zirong slipped, and he leaned forward.He tried his best to slide away from his short body quickly, otherwise he would be tied into a sieve.

"That kid has run away!!" One person shouted loudly.

Zhou Zirong heard the sound and saw that there was no one on the grass, and his black-maned horse was gone. It turned out that Yang Ye had disappeared without a trace.Zhou Zirong hurriedly kicked his right foot forward while these people were distracted, kicked the sword in the hand of the person in front of him flying, and brought down the person behind him who was pulling his foot.Then the knife swung forward, chopping down the person who had no sword.

Meteor Hammer frowned, pointed at Zhou Zirong and said viciously: "Kill him quickly!"

The iron lock was yanked again, Zhou Zirong didn't put any effort into his feet, three or four swords slashed towards him at various strange angles, there were several cold lights behind him, and a vigorous meteor hammer on his side.

No matter how hard he tried to block and dodge, he still couldn't get rid of all the feathers. He was hit by a dart on the back of his knee, and the arm of the knife was pierced through by a thin sword from behind, and he almost couldn't hold it. knife.

The blood quickly flowed all over his hand, and the handle of the knife was soaked and slippery. The leg that was hit by the dart happened to be injured, and now it was trembling.

Zhou Zirong's mind was in a mess, not because he was panicking, but because for some reason, it seemed that a ball of fire was stirring in his body, clamoring to come out.

At this time, the Broken Flame Knife suddenly started to burn from the tip of the knife. Logically speaking, the Broken Flame belongs to the spirit of fire, but unless it encounters fire, it will rarely ignite the blade out of thin air.

Zhou Zirong felt that the fire came from his body.

The blood on the arm gushed more and more fiercely. The blood rolled down the burning blade, and most of it was evaporated before it rolled down. As a result, an extremely strong smell of blood quickly diffused in the air.

He was stunned for a moment, and the meteor hammer hit him hard on the back.

Another mouthful of blood spewed out, he let out a low growl, and swiped the fiery long knife, cutting off the iron chain of the meteor hammer, but at the same time, the arm burst out again due to excessive force. A cloud of blood came, and because the previous sword pierced through the muscles and bones, with such a swing, his overwhelmed bones and joints fell off, and his forearm turned backwards at an extremely strange angle.

"what--!"

At this time, another spiritual arrow pierced through his waist and abdomen, and the back of his thigh was also stabbed.

His face was covered in blood, he could hardly see clearly, and his mind was even more muddled. He vaguely saw something piercing towards his chest in front of him.

Zhou Zirong couldn't lift his knife hand at all, but the direction of the stab somehow stimulated a certain nerve in his brain.

At that moment, what he thought was, no, you can't stab here.

So he instinctively raised his other hand to protect that place in a trance, the silver dart was stuck on the back of his hand, but his palm touched the thing he cared about through his clothes.

It was the ink jade chime.

He touched it carefully again.

Fortunately, not broken.

[The author has something to say: Chase and kill Zi Rong. 】