According to Dr. Jiang's previous idea, he was going to walk through the swords and sabers calmly, leaving no grass where he passed, and finally successfully completed the hero's rescue of the beauty, without being stripped naked by the witch. So now he was standing in the corner, frantically gathering his scattered tattered clothes, like a virgin who had just been molested by a strong man, while watching Miss Lan kill people intently, feeling, how fierce.
The Wanren Palace Shadow Guards rushed forward and captured the last of the four Huang sisters. Lan Yan raised her hand to wipe the blood off her face. Seeing this, Jiang Shenglin hurried forward, wanting to take care of her in all directions. However, before he could get close, Lan Yan had already picked up the knife on the ground and shouted, "Follow me!"
The shadow guards said in unison: "Yes!"
Doctor Jiang: Wait for me!
A group of the Burning Fire Hall members had been captured and killed at Wild Wind Pass, and the rest were scattered in this sudden attack. The sixteen guardians who were once notorious in the martial arts world were now left with only the broken-armed golden clam. He did not think that he could still be a match for the Wulin Alliance, so he did not even fight. After sending all the disciples away, he opened the secret passage in the hall and wanted to escape from the snowfield.
At the same time, Tan Shuqiu, holding a long sword, was patrolling around in the thick snow and dry forest with his servants.
Wan Zhuyun might have arranged the easiest job for Zhu Yanyin's sake, a job that required him to walk for two hours without doing anything, something he could brag about for the rest of his life. The fields were covered with snow and black trees, and it was easy to get dizzy and hallucinate after looking at them for a long time. For example, this man who suddenly appeared looked like... Wait
"Young master, be careful!" The disciples of Canglang Gang threw Tan Shuqiu to the ground and avoided the oncoming sword.
Actually, Tan Shuqiu's kung fu was not that mediocre. He jumped up and looked at the man with the broken arm in front of him in surprise. Although he had never seen many guardians of the Burning Fire Palace, he knew that the Yan'er Gang and the Sushan Sect desperately chopped off one of the arms of the golden clam when they were captured. So this was the legendary evil clam that eats people
Jin He didn't take him seriously, but was worried that Li Sui would catch up, so every move he made was fatal, just wanting to quickly clear the obstacle in front of him. Tan Shuqiu was beaten back all the way, and his heart was so tragic that he wanted to have the heroic spirit of martyrdom, but he didn't dare to be distracted, and felt that he was afraid that he would die here today.
"Young Master!" the disciple exclaimed.
There was a high and dangerous cliff behind him. Tan Shuqiu staggered back seven or eight steps, and his feet slipped and he fell. Fortunately, he grabbed a bunch of dry grass with his right hand and barely hung on the edge of the cliff.
Jin Ha raised his long knife and chopped at his wrist.
Tan Shuqiu: “Ah!”
A surge of hot blood gushed out.
Jin Ha's eyes widened and his tall and strong body staggered. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief. Blood was flowing out of his mouth. He rolled down the snow cliff like a chopped tree, and hit heavily on a huge rock and died.
What is justice from heaven
The disciples of the Canglang Gang hurriedly grabbed Tan Shuqiu and pulled him up.
Zhao Mingchuan sheathed his sword: "Are you okay?"
Tan Shuqiu sat on the ground, panting heavily, looking at the people from Mingjian Sect standing against the light. After a long while, he said in shock, "No, it's okay, it's okay. Thank you, Brother Zhao."
Is this the light of righteousness? It’s so dazzling.
Du Yafeng died at the hands of Wan Zhuyun.
Shangru Villa was once a part of the Central Plains martial arts world. Now that it has defected to the evil cult, it is natural for the leader of the martial arts world to clean up the mess personally.
The Wulin Alliance's troops were like a huge wave stirred up by a hurricane, rushing and destroying the entire Burning Fire Hall. Under the powerful offensive of the righteous, the disciples of the Demon Sect were like tiny ants, and could only flee in panic without the slightest chance to fight back. Occasionally, there were those who fought to the death, but it only extended the tug-of-war between the two sides by an hour, or at most a day, and had no impact on the outcome of the entire battle.
The silent snowfield stretches for thousands of miles.
The sword of Xiang Jun cut through the sky, and the wind it brought was like an invisible knife, chopping the flying snow into pieces and roaring in all directions.
Chi Tian’s weapon was a pair of iron claws. He took the attack head-on. The iron claws collided with each other with a clang, bringing out a string of blinding flames.
This was a duel that was many years late, and both of them had only one goal: to kill the other.
The powerful inner force overturned the ice lake that had been buried deep in the snow for hundreds of years. The biting cold made the air condense into white mist, and the setting sun was swept away by the thick clouds, leaving only a dim light between the sky and the earth.
Chi Tian held his sword tightly, his eyes ferocious: "Give up, you are no match for me!"
Li Sui exerted force with his wrist and stabbed towards his heart.
The two started fighting again.
Chi Tian has been using Yuanye Moon to devour the internal energy of other masters for many years, and he has not been seriously injured like Li Sui. In fact, he has an advantage. The reason why he has been hiding in the snow field and does not want to confront his former junior brother head-on is that he is afraid that he will fight to the death - no one can win a madman who is determined to die together, not to mention that even if he can win, he will be seriously injured. Instead of this, it is better to wait for God to take him away.
But after hundreds of moves, Chi Tian discovered one thing, that is, Li Sui did not seem to be trying his best, but was always holding back.
To prove this point, Chi Tian changed his moves, his iron claw suddenly slid down the sword, and with a twisting force, he turned his other hand and attacked the opponent's throat. This was a rare opportunity for Li Sui, an opportunity to easily pierce the opponent's heart with his left hand, but he did not make a move, but protected his throat with his left hand, and dodged to the right, leaving a string of deep blood marks on his shoulder with the sharp claw.
Chi Tian's expression became more and more sinister. He moved closer with a twisted smile, as if he had discovered some great secret: "You don't want to die."
Li Sui said: "Because you are the one who deserves to die."
"If I had known you were afraid of death, I wouldn't have waited so many years. I should have killed you long ago." Chi Tian tightened his iron claws, "I will send you to see Master today."
Li Sui gritted his teeth, slapped him away, and attacked again.
Frost, snow, rubble, broken branches, blood and a lingering, biting cold fog.
Li Sui's shoulder was injured, and he gradually became powerless. Chi Tian took a few steps back, and with the tone of a beast looking at its prey, he sneered and asked him: "If there was no you in the world, how long do you think the Wulin Alliance could stop me?"
Li Sui swung a heavy sword in the air!
It was like thousands of tons of explosives were ignited at the same time. Chi Tian was caught off guard, his chest was shocked and tasted sweet and fishy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was furious, and he didn't expect that he could be tricked like this, so he became more vicious and ferocious. Li Sui raised his sword and blocked hundreds of moves. Just as he was about to fall behind, Lan Yan happened to lead his men on horseback from a distance and shouted at the top of his voice: "Palace Master! He can't swallow your inner strength!"
A trace of panic flashed across Chi Tian's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a stronger murderous intent.
Li Sui grasped one of his iron claws with his bare hands and tore it apart. At the same time, Chi Tian's left hand was also torn apart. The severe pain made him even more manic, with bloodshot eyes. He stabbed the iron claw of his right hand towards Li Sui's heart with great force!
Lan Yan exclaimed: "Palace Master, be careful!"
Li Sui did not dodge, but gritted his teeth and took the five sharp spikes. At the same time, his left hand turned into a palm and slapped Chi Tian's shoulder heavily.
The inner strength that everyone in the martial arts world coveted was poured into Chi Tian's body in an endless stream. It was originally what he dreamed of, but now it became a deadly weapon that he could not avoid. The new inner strength mixed with the old inner strength from many years ago, tightening his limbs like a rope, causing his blood vessels to swell and his face to swell.
He stared in pain and fear, and black blood flowed from all his orifices.
A dagger slipped out from Li Sui's right sleeve and pierced his throat.
The blood was gushing out.
Chi Tian fell on his back with his arms spread wide in the snow, his pupils dilated, and only his last breath remained.
Li Sui leaned against a tree, his body covered in blood.
"Palace Master!" Lan Yan ran forward, "How are you?"
Li Sui shook his head. The scenes in front of him overlapped. He was exhausted. Just when he wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, he heard Lan Yan's voice: "Mr. Zhu?"
Li Sui turned his head with doubt in his eyes.
Not only Zhu Yanyin came, but also a whole huge convoy, about twenty luxurious carriages, each of which could seat at least five people.
Who are they? They are all doctors.
Imperial physicians, famous doctors, country doctors, Taoist priests who could bring the dead back to life, and semi-immortals who could predict good and bad luck, anyway, anyone who could heal injuries and save lives was hired by Second Young Master Zhu at a huge price, and all of them were arranged to live near Snow City, ready to see Palace Master Li at any time.
Before others died, they saw a scrolling slide of their lives, but in the last moment of his life, Chi Tian saw more than a hundred people jogging in a line with medicine boxes, stepping past him and even on him, surrounding Li Sui tightly in the middle.
Zhu Yanyin was still shouting, "Hurry up and bring the stretcher over here."
Li Sui grabbed a piece of snow-white and soft sleeve, put it under his face, and fainted lazily.
He thought he should be able to get some good sleep.
…
The room was very quiet, with the scent of flowers and the sound of snowflakes dripping outside the window.
Li Sui was awakened by a soft and itchy touch.
He opened his eyes and looked at the person who was leaning against his chest and touching him carefully. After a long while, he raised his hand to hold his head and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Ah!" Zhu Yanyin was startled, "Why are you awake?"
Li Sui closed his eyes again. He still had no strength left, but that didn't stop him from pulling the scholar's face: "Because you touched me."
"The doctors all said that you have a concussion on your chest and you need to check for bruises every day." Zhu Yanyin covered him with a blanket, thinking of the bloody clothes that the servants had changed for him that day and the sharp holes on his left chest. He was still frightened. Fortunately, he got him a piece of protective software from the national treasury, otherwise who could withstand Chi Tian's ghostly claws.
Li Sui stretched out his hand: "Come here, let me hold you for a while."
Zhu Yanyin asked: "Do you know how long you have been unconscious?"
"I don't know." Li Sui said casually, "One year?"
So the rest of Mr. Zhu's words were choked back, because he originally wanted to say "you were unconscious for seven whole days" to emphasize how serious the other party's injury was and how worried he was. But now compared with "one year", seven days suddenly seemed so weak and not worth mentioning at all.
Did you have such high expectations for your injury
Looking at his deflated expression, Li Sui started laughing again.
But this time, I couldn't laugh as hard as ten Lu Qings, because if I laughed too hard, the wound would really hurt.
Now he just wants to kiss the person in his arms and doesn't want to feel pain anymore.