Don't be tempted, sir

Chiyue killed the person who came forward, picked up Deadpool's sword and flew out with force, passing through Deadpool who wanted to kill the officers and soldiers. The three officers and soldiers were so scared that they quickened their pace and left down the mountain.

It was supposed to take a day, but as the pace of the march quickened, they traveled overnight. Halfway along the way, Ah Wu was met by the Zhao father and son, who were galloping along: "General Zhao, hurry up! I don't know how long the young master can hold out alone!"

"Lord Song is alone! Where are the troops stationed in Dianzhou?"

"They are all rebelling! However, the young master has obtained the military token and ordered to stand by, but I don't know if they will listen. General Zhao, hurry up!"

Zhao Zhongtai knew Song Xiaoyuan's swordsmanship. He would kill anyone who stood in his way. But he was alone! How could he defeat the countless Deadpools? "All troops, listen to my order! Run forward!"

"Yes!" Ru Hong responded.

The sun was shining brightly as they arrived at the city gate. The three soldiers who were waiting anxiously did not know who they were waiting for, but they knew what was going on when they saw the marching team entering the city gate.

Three people blocked the way: "Your Excellency, we three are waiting here on the orders of Master Yan!"

Zhao Chongtai stopped his horse and said, "Hurry up and tell me, where is Lord Song?"

The three of them looked at each other. Who is Lord Song? "Your Excellency, we don't know who Lord Song is. But Yan An, the prefect Yan ordered me to wait here!"

Ah Wu was anxious: "Tell me, tell me where is Lord Yan?"

"My Lord, it's on the back cliff of the snowy mountain!"

The army rode their horses quickly towards the snowy mountains. Three officers and soldiers shouted on the way: "Lord Yan is guarding the pass alone! General, hurry up!"

Zhao Jinmo looked back on his horse. [Jiangge is majestic and towering. One man guards the pass, and ten thousand men cannot open it!] Lord Song is alone. Isn't he a civil servant? I have seen him several times on the road. He is as gentle as jade and well-mannered. I really can't imagine how he can be a single man guarding the pass: "Go!"

Curious followed his father to Cangshan Mountain. The closer he got to the dead, the more dead people there were: "Dad, they are all Deadpool!"

"Well, let's go! Go!" Zhao Zhongtai's heart ached. Why was it that every time he partnered with Lord Song, he was always so miserable!

Seeing that he was calm and composed, Zhang Wei used his sword as fast as a sword, and stretched out his moves like a spirit snake, each of which was deadly. He wanted to escape! Song Xiaoyuan rode his horse and cut through the thorns to catch up, but there were so many deadpools swarming on him like ants that he could never kill them all.

Song Xiaoyuan sighed while riding his horse. He really didn't want to kill again this time. Although he had the help of Shadow last time, he knew his own ability. "Zhang Wei, don't run. You will die wherever you go!"

Zhang Wei shouted behind the dead, "Song Xiaoyuan is such a good fighter, but it's a pity that he is just a civil servant! I like you and your horse, why don't you surrender to me?"

"Zhang Wei, what other miraculous medicines did the Saint give you? Take them out and let me see them, how about that?"

"You...how do you know..."

Song Xiaoyuan rode his horse into the group of Deadpools again. Xuan Ye neighed but still stood up, fighting until he was invincible!

The army arrived, and Zhao Chongtai raised his knife: "Kill! Protect Lord Song and capture the fugitive Zhang Wei!"

A group of red-clad armored men charged into the battle, and Song Xiaoyun was able to get away and chase Zhang Wei who was fleeing. Zhao Jinmo, who was fighting in the crowd, watched him riding away on his horse. The scene when he just arrived was lingering in his mind! Lord Song on horseback was no longer as gentle as jade. He was riding a black horse, his white black clothes were splattered with blood, his left hand held a sword with a thunderous force, his right hand was crying blood and pulling the horse rope tightly, like a life-demanding god and demon, his eyes were cold and dark, without any sadness or joy, and he was not the same person as seen in the capital.

Zhang Wei came to the edge of the cliff and had no way to go.

Song Xiaoyuan sheathed his sword: "Zhang Wei, you are really good at finding a place. You found yourself a dead end!"

At this moment, Zhang Wei was panicking: "Song Xiaoyuan, don't come over! I never thought you were so good at left-handed sword!"

"...You've asked about everything about me, why don't you ask about my murderous deeds?"

"You...you are hiding too well! Otherwise I would have taken your hands right away!"

Song Xiaoyuan dismounted and approached: "After three days of continuous fighting, my right hand is shaking with fatigue! In order to lure you."

"Don't come over here! You you you...Song Xiaoyuan! Believe it or not, I'm going to jump down from here!" Zhang Wei stepped back and the rocks slid down the cliff.

But seeing that he did not stop and was still approaching, Zhang Wei looked back frequently.

"Go ahead and jump! I've found something more interesting than you. Your life...is no longer important!"

Zhang Wei screamed in panic: "What! Don't come over here!"

Tan's eyes were dark and unclear: "Youming Pill."

Then he approached, and Zhang Wei didn't dare to jump. Song Xiaoyuan sneered, and blocked the sharp knife that was stabbing at his chest with his hand. Zhang Wei fell off the cliff in panic, looking down at the cliff with his eyes, and when the panicked shouting stopped, he turned around and mounted his horse: "Go!"

Back at the fighting site, Song Xiaoyuan rode on one side, watching the fighting calmly. After a long time, it ended, and some of the arrested people knelt on the ground. Seeing him dismount with his sword drawn, his clothes were bright red, and blood-blooming red spider lilies bloomed. He walked towards the kneeling Deadpool like a ghost seeking his life, and said coldly: "Raise your head."

Some of them raised their heads obediently, while others still lowered their heads in defiance. Chi Yue picked up the person in front of him and cut his throat without blinking: "Raise your head."

The remaining Deadpool looked up, Song Xiaoyuan looked around and walked to a person, Chiyue looked down at him: "Zhang Wei."

A trace of shock flashed across the Deadpool's eyes, and then he returned to normal: "Where is the Pavilion Master?"

The hilt of the sword turned, and the Red Moon Sword blade cut through the human skin mask: "Here." Tan Mou laughed and turned around: "Except this man, the rest will be killed on the spot."

Zhang Wei, who was pinned to the ground, struggled: "Song Xiaoyuan! You... I really hate that I didn't kill you with one blow! How did you identify me? Tell me!"

Zhao Chongtai looked at it as if he was used to it, while Zhao Jinmo on the side felt both fear and admiration for Song Xiaoyuan. How could a person with fear have two faces, and two completely unrelated looks, killing and ruthlessness that made people's backs cold, but he really admired the sharp sword force, one man guarding the pass, ten thousand men could not open it!

Song Xiaoyuan turned his head and met Zhao Jinmo's gaze, who was staring at him. He lowered his head and jumped on his horse: "Zhao, not bad."

Zhao Jinmo raised his sword and bowed: "I am Zhao Jinmo, and I am honored to meet you, Master Song!"

"Only by controlling the sword with Qi can it bend freely. Let's go back."

"Yes! Thank you for your advice, Master Song!" Zhao Jinmo realized later that he was so unreasonable! He raised his sword and bowed, but he still gave him advice.

Zhao Chongtai had also finished packing up, and the group marched down the mountain in a mighty procession as the sun set, leaving some behind to deal with the piles of corpses.

Song Xiaoyuan did not return home, but went to the prefectural government office. He changed the water in the tub several times before washing away the blood, but his right wrist was clotted, and when he moved, it was torn apart and the blood kept flowing, so he could only lie on the side of the tub.

A Wu reported from outside the screen: "Sir, there is nothing wrong in the mansion! Some dead servants went there, but they were stopped by the shadows in the alley and killed one by one. The young lady is safe and sound in the mansion and has not heard of anything."

"it is good!"

Ah Wu was about to leave when another voice came from the other side of the screen:

"Please ask a doctor to come."

"Yes!"

Song Xiaoyuan washed himself and changed into a dark robe. His wrist was still bleeding, and he didn't want her to see blood because white is easy to stain with blood.