has become a demon

"...Shen Zhu." Zhao Yuan saw the person coming, and called out the name with great difficulty.

A huge force pressed down.

"Commander Shen, I beg you to forgive me. Xie Taichu's life is at stake, let me go and let me take him into the mountain to Qingxing Pavilion for treatment. Otherwise he..." Zhao Yuan begged.

"Let the net go." Shen Zhu seemed to sigh, "Who will give me the other hand."

The spear was held out coldly.

Zhao Yuan's hands holding the Dao Demon swords trembled from the tremendous force, and the spear that pierced his shoulder was not in a hurry, and slowly penetrated into the flesh and blood.

At this moment, Duan Baozhai had arrived, he let out a loud roar, he had already cut out the simple knife in his hand, and shook Shen Zhu for several rounds, Shen Zhu was forced to retreat.

Zhao Yuan suddenly lost his strength, and the two swords in his hands fell to the ground. His hands trembled, and he couldn't close them for a while.Blood gushed out from his shoulder and spilled on the snow, turning into spotted red plums.

Trembling with pain, he protected Xie Taichu behind him, and looked up at the two of them fighting together in the wind and snow.

Among the brothers, Shen Zhu's martial arts are solid, while Duan Baozhai is half a bucket of water, Zhao Yuan and Tang Haolan are powerless.

Shen Zhu was always worried back then.

"It's better to study some self-defense techniques." He said, "Otherwise, what should we do if we encounter danger in the future?"

"With you, Old Shen, what are we afraid of? Where is there any danger?" Duan Baozhai said with a smile.

Upstairs in Yuheng, pushing cups and changing cups, mistakenly made a heart-to-heart confession.

Jin Lan, a righteous knot in the Huode Zhenjun Temple, went astray.

Who could have imagined that one day, those romantic youths in the capital would have a fight for life and death in the Qingcheng Mountain thousands of miles away.

Duan Baozhai's simple knife is very good. Compared with his previous half bucket of water, his life in the army has allowed him to grow up, his posture is not enough, but his killing intent is awe-inspiring.

In a few rounds, Shen Zhu was forced off the horse.

During the violent attack, he was more calm than Duan Baozhai's breathing was messy.

"I came to Qingxing Pavilion. If you retreat now, you can still survive for the sake of being sworn brothers," he said.

Duan Baozhai took a sip and said: "A lackey of Zhao Ji, a dog of Shu Liang, dare to bark here. Put away your fake mercy, where were you when Tang Haolan died, and what did you do after the death of the crown prince?"

"... Tang Haolan died in front of the imperial gate, so I had my heart and powerless. I cut off the crown prince's head, but it was Shu Liang who sensed that I was wavering and forced me to do it. I have no turning back... I have difficulties."

"You have difficulties. Who in the world does not have difficulties?" Duan Baozhai laughed, a little discouraged, "Your difficulties should be left to those who died because of you. You should break open your chest, take out your heart and liver, Crying and begging for mercy in front of them, let them understand your difficulties! Those small cares and favors given to us so-called brothers are nothing more than your inability to recognize your own nature."

Shen Zhu's eyebrows trembled slightly.

There was complete silence, and the figure in black, in the pitch-black night, almost merged with the darkness.

The snow became dense and fell to the ground with a rustle.

In the snow, he slowly pulled out the Xiuchun knife at his waist, and took off a round golden shield from the horse's back, holding it firmly with his left hand.

He slammed the shield with the back of his knife and shouted: "Come and fight!"

How could Duan Baozhai refuse, he put down the Pu Dao, pulled out the Miao Dao from his waist, clenched his hands tightly, and hacked on it.Compared with the long weapon fight between them, this time the distance between the two is only a foot, and some things are different from before.

Between separation and reunion, every move has a killing intent, and there is no turning back.

Miao Dao slashed on the shield countless times, making loud noises in the dark night, and the sparks tore through the night, turning into bright white spots in the falling snow, instantly illuminating the eyes of the two of them.

No one speaks.

The oath of never betrayal made before the shrine became a ridiculous joke.

In the end, what else can I say.

Anger filled his chest, and he urgently needed to vent. The former brothers were extremely jealous now, and the life-to-life killing between the two became more intense. There were no moves, no blocks, only killing moves, and killing each other's killing moves .

Like two wolves, biting each other, covered in bruises.

Finally, the long ordeal came to an end.

Shen Zhu kicked Duan Baozhai down with one foot, rushed forward to hold down his body, Xiuchun knife raised his hand, and the point of the knife pressed against his eyebrows, he panted quickly, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Beg for mercy! Beg for mercy and let you live! "

Duan Baozhai struggled on the ground, but Shen Zhu pressed his arms, making him unable to move. He turned his face and cursed.

"Shen Zhu, admit it, but he's just a selfish, downright villain."

In the dark night against the snow, the blindfold on his eyes fell down, the sunken eye socket of his left eye, and the hideous scar were clearly visible in the dark night for some reason.

Shen Zhu trembled, the killing intent was extinguished, and some things gradually came back.

"You are right." He said hoarsely, "I am such a person. A son of a merchant, but he wanted to get ahead, so he turned to Zhao Ji and did something treacherous. I betrayed my loyalty and failed my brother. Yet I tried Raising your noble hand to give a little favor... It's just hypocritical mercy, and it won't help."

He gave a wry smile.

"Relying on these, I am already an extremely powerful minister, sitting on boundless power, what do I still fantasize about? I am not you, Duan Baozhai, what can I do? My hands are stained with blood, and I have nowhere to go!"

After saying this, he slammed Duan Baozhai's temple.

Duan Baozhai's eyes darkened and he passed out.

Shen Zhu gasped for a moment, stood up slowly, and walked towards Zhao Yuan with the embroidered spring knife in his hand: "I have searched Qingcheng Mountain for nearly half a month, and the location of Qingxing Pavilion is still unknown. Kaiji, tell me the exact location of Qingxing Pavilion , I will let you go."

"I don't know." Zhao Yuan said.

"Daoist Ningshan must know."

Zhao Yuan clutched his shoulders and took a step back. He half knelt on the ground and stopped in front of Xie Taichu.

Shen Zhu's Xiuchun knife was as cold as frost in the night, and it had already walked into Zhao Yuan.

"Step aside."

"Shen chases you..."

"Don't force me." Shen Zhu said to him, grabbing his lapel, and Zhao Yuan was easily picked up by him. At this moment, Xie Taichu, who was originally in a coma, suddenly moved.

He grabbed the magic sword that fell to the ground almost instantly, and the next moment, the dagger pierced Shen Zhu's ribs, Shen Zhu froze, and Zhao Yuan was thrown not far away by him.

He tightly grasped Xie Taichu's clothes, his face was pale, as if he wanted to stop him, but also seemed to welcome him.

Xie Taichu's hand didn't let go, he stabbed a little further.

"This is the spleen." He said in a weak voice, "It's not an emergency right now. If you send out a signal, wait for your subordinates to save you, and you'll still have time to send it back to Chengdu for treatment. Mr. Shen, don't move anymore, the blood will flow faster... ..."

Shen Zhu looked at him and said for a moment, "Okay."

Xie Taichu let go, Shen Zhu lay down on the ground along the mountain road, blood flowed out from his rib wound, staining the muddy snow red.

Xie Taichu rubbed his chest and coughed, every time he coughed there was blood foam, as if he had reached the end of his strength.But even so, he still stepped forward to help Zhao Yuan.

At this time, Zhao Yuan's bun was gone, and the blood on the wound on his shoulder was congealed. He took off his cloak, covered Duan Baozhai, and let Dahei lie on his side.

Then look at Shen Zhu who is half lying on the ground panting.

He said: "You said so many cruel words, but you still show mercy."

Shen Zhu smiled wryly: "You don't know, if I don't come... I can't help it, I can't let... I can't let him have an accident..."

Every time he said a word, a stream of blood flowed out.

"Is it Feng An?" Zhao Yuan asked.

Shen Zhu gasped for breath, and said after a while: "Yes."

After saying this word, he said again: "Let's go. I have already made an explanation, and I am worthy of him, worthy of Shuliang's cultivation... For the rest, it will not be too late after I go to the underworld."

The cold wind is even worse.

The clouds in the sky were blown away.

So the road ahead is clearly visible, what a spectacle it is, the bluestone mountain road is covered with a thin layer of ice, reflecting a psychedelic cold light under the moonlight.

Like a road leading to the sky, leading to the unknown shore.

Zhao Yuan supported Xie Taichu and climbed towards this road.

The wind howled in the mountain stream.

The mountain road seemed endless, and Laojun Peak was covered in a vast expanse of white by heavy snow.They went deeper and deeper, and climbed higher and higher.

Later, Xie Taichu exhausted himself.

Zhao Yuan could only carry him forward with difficulty.

"Is this road going to Laojun Peak?" He asked.

The person behind did not answer.

Zhao Yuan's heart sank, and he said again: "In the early days, how do we get to Laojun Peak? Where are we going?"

Xie Taichu was still silent.

In the cold wind, Zhao Yuan only felt that the body temperature of the people behind him was dissipating rapidly, starting from the limbs, a little bit of biting cold, only the heart was still warm, warming his vest.

Tears fell silently.

Tears fell into the snow, melting that place, and it became a speckled appearance.

Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth and continued to climb up. His legs seemed to weigh a thousand catties, but he was unwilling to let go of the person on his back.I don't know how long it has passed, and suddenly the eyes are clear. Under the moonlight, there is an endless vast land, and the snow-capped distance is a rushing river.

There was no way to go ahead, Zhao Yuan knelt down slowly, he hugged Xie Taichu in his arms, this man's hair and eyelashes were covered with snow, his sleeping face was not like a mortal, as if he had become a celestial being, He is about to go to the rivers and mountains outside the clouds that he can't covet.

"In the beginning...look at this world."

It is a big country.

It is a place where heroes compete for the throne.

Mountains and rivers are his backbone, rivers are his pulse, and the common people in the world have made his flesh and blood.

"You said you were selfish and despicable. That's not the case." Zhao Yuan went to kiss his cold cheeks, tears pouring down his cheeks, "You stand in the right place in the world and walk the way of the world. The common people are lucky to have you, and so do I."