Who lost this loyal dog?

Watching Tianyi leave, Zhang Ze pricked up his ears and listened sideways, trying to catch the slightest sound from the battlefield, but inadvertently saw a black shadow running through the forest.

The man hurriedly ran past Zhang Ze's eyes, with a clear goal and ran to the distance. Looking at his direction, it was roughly the same as the direction Tianyi left before.

Could it be that he also went to the treasure house?Did Nether have other arrangements, or was someone fishing in troubled waters?

Zhang Ze frowned slightly, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

This place was originally located in a remote area with few people, and the woods were not safe at night. Now there was a lot of fighting everywhere, who else would run around in the woods at such a time?

The lord of the netherworld will come at some point, and he can't leave this place too far, but he went to investigate a little bit, and it seems that there is no problem.

Seeing that the black shadow was about to run away, Zhang Ze no longer hesitated, turned around to hide his breath, raised his luck, and followed the black shadow's trail to get closer, looking from afar.

The person's posture, body shape, and vaguely visible attire, as well as the feeling revealed in his actions, made him feel more familiar the more he looked at it.

"That is……"

The black shadow ran very fast, and before Zhang Ze could see clearly, he jumped and disappeared from his sight.

Can't chase anymore.

Concerned that this might be Nether's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain, he had no choice but to stop, turn back the same way, sit cross-legged on a branch, and slowly ponder while waiting for the Lord of Nether.

The black shadow is not tall, it can probably reach his waist and abdomen, so it should be a child?If it can make him feel familiar, it should be someone he has been in contact with recently...

child……

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and a name blurted out: "Li Lian?!"

The child whose family was ruined because of the treasure map, was rescued by the monks of Shaolin Temple, and is now temporarily staying in the Xiaoyao Sect?

How is it possible? Zhang Ze shook his head, amused by his whimsy. Didn't senior Wen Hongyu already confirm that Li Lian is just an ordinary kid who doesn't know martial arts, so how could he appear here?

Furthermore, the feeling that the black shadow gave him was somewhat similar to that of Tianyi, the feeling of being undisturbed and fearless of death, the movements were concise and clear, and there was also the concealment that almost merged with the shadow when running. There is no doubt that this person is a shadow guard.

It's not the Seven Sects, it's not the Netherworld, and who is coveting the treasure in the dark and wants to get a share of it?

Children, shadow guards, treasure maps, treasures...

A vague thought flashed through Zhang Ze's mind.Without waiting for him to think about it, at the end of the path, a black dot appeared indistinctly, approaching from a distance, showing its figure.

Fu Yeming.

In the deepest and heaviest darkness before dawn, he walked very leisurely with a broken blade he snatched from nowhere. The taste is extremely strong, and it comes from the rustic Zhang Ze after a long distance.

I don't know how many people were killed and how much blood was stained to have such a heavy smell?

Zhang Zelin stood upright, his expression more serious.

When he came up to him, Fu Yeming flicked the blood from the sword casually, looked at Zhang Ze, and a smile appeared on his expressionless face: "It really is you." Zhang Ze, the son of luck.

"Fu Yeming." Zhang Ze replied in a deep voice.

The forest, the path, the broken sword, and the two people facing each other, except for the deepening darkness, this scene is almost the same as what he saw in his dream.However, what is the meaning of the phrase "it really is you"?

If he couldn't figure it out, he put it aside for the time being, and said in a deep voice, "This way doesn't work."

"Whether it works or not, you have to call to know."

Fu Yeming grinned, and swooped in before he could finish his sentence, his arm slid across, and the edge of the sword he was holding upside down slashed a cold light, and went straight to Zhang Ze's neck.

Zhang Ze came later, raised his arm to block in front of him, in the darkness, his palm was precisely on the end of the hilt of the sword, and his five fingers clasped the hilt tightly, sealing off the possibility of further progress of the broken sword.

Fu Yeming didn't make any progress, raised his brows lightly, immediately discarded the broken blade, pointed his right hand together like a sword, and followed the trend without any loss of power, pointing directly at Zhang Ze's throat.

Faced with this pressing step by step, Zhang Ze's face remained unchanged, he turned his arm to block the blow, and while his chest was open, his right hand held a claw like a knife, and grabbed Fu Yeming's heart with great momentum, changing his attack and defense .

In the blink of an eye, Fu Yeming pressed his palms against each other, blocking the hand that was going straight to his confidant.

The palms collided, and the internal force was wrapped like a meteor chasing the moon, the tide was surging, and the branches and leaves trembled and rustled amidst the howling wind. The two faced each other for a while, but neither could do anything to the other.

Fu Yeming glanced at Zhang Ze, and the two of them backed up at the same time, stepped lightly, and each retreated to the original position and looked at each other from a distance.

There was a soft bang in the field, and it wasn't until this moment that the discarded broken sword fell to the ground slowly, its sharp fracture piercing the soil, and it plunged into the ground.

The hilt of the sword was still trembling, but Fu Yeming didn't cast his eyes on the sword any more. He straightened his sleeves and looked at Zhang Ze with admiration: "Good skill! When I first saw it, I knew you were absolutely Extraordinary, I was not mistaken."

Back then...it was thanks to Fu Yeming's herbal medicine that Tianyi was able to get rid of the insidious poison of drunken flowers.

He still owes Fu Yeming a favor. Moreover, in the few meetings he had, Fu Yeming gave him the impression that he was more like a knight-errant who cared about his children and had high martial arts skills, rather than a murderer. Blinking big monster.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ze couldn't help softening his attitude, and persuaded him in a gentle voice: "Senior Wen already knew that the Beggar Clan secretly turned to Nether, and the other six factions worked together. Even with the help of Nether, Kang Sun would never There is a chance of winning, even if I lose, Senior Wen will never allow you to open the treasury and take away the cheats. The plan of you and Kang Sun has already failed. The opportunity is already there, the chances of winning are not high, why not stop here?"

Fu Yeming was stunned for a moment, then he laughed loudly and said, "That trash Kangsun, I never thought of planning anything with him. The smart old bastard also wants to take a piece of the pie from me?"

Zhang Ze was at a loss for words, and his intuition seemed to be different from what he thought.

On the other side, Fu Yeming, who had had enough laughing, kindly explained: "At the beginning, there was news from Qi Wu that the beggar gang was willing to use the other half of the treasure map in exchange for joining hands with me, Youming, to obtain the treasure. Treasures, I was really surprised. Didn’t Kang and Sun know about the deep blood feud between the Seven Sects and Netherworld? I thought this might be some righteous conspiracy, but who would have thought that the old thing was sincere? It was really man-made Wealth dies, birds die for food."

"Couldn't it be that Nether kills people and blames them, sows dissension, forcing the beggar gang to surrender to Nether?"

"Of course not, I just followed the trend." Fu Yeming shook his head, his tone full of helplessness, "It wasn't what Youming did, and I, Youming, won't take the blame."

I remember that when the two of them met for the first time, Fu Yeming seemed to have said similar words, Zhang Ze felt a thump in his heart, and the guess that was interrupted by Fu Yeming's appearance resurfaced again with an ominous feeling.But now is not the time to explore.He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and wanted to persuade again: "Even if the beggar helps you and doesn't care, but if this continues, You Ming will definitely suffer heavy losses, and will be unable to compete with the righteous way of martial arts, you..."

Before Zhang Ze could finish speaking, Fu Yeming waved his hands in dismay: "They themselves are not strong enough to die, so what have I to do? I just want the cheat book. It's you..." He reached out and pulled out the long sword at his waist, and lightly held it Jianhua, "If you want to stop me, you have to have some skills."

Words are not speculative.

Zhang Ze took a deep breath, and Hong Ying got out of her sheath.

"You haven't thrown away the broken sword yet?" Fu Yeming asked in surprise.After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhang Ze's reaction, he raised his sword directly to his body, and the majestic internal force condensed into the invincible sword energy on the blade, cutting through the air and heading straight for the opponent.

Zhang Ze calmed down and circulated his internal energy, pouring it into the sword.

All the way so far, he is no longer Wuxia Amon, so he will not fail to see the power of this sword.

He has seen many kinds of swords before, Yu Changfeng's sword is light and elegant, Wen Hongyu's sword is as light as it is heavy, Huashan's master's swordsmanship is steady and steady, adapting to all changes without change, Tianyi's sword moves are more agile His face was cold and vicious, but Fu Yeming's sword was extremely sharp and insolent, as if everything under the sword's edge could be chopped off.

And his own sword...

When the sword energy struck, Zhang Ze retreated half a step, Hong Ying and Fu Yeming's long sword passed by each other, using their strength to defend them tightly.

He has been tempered in countless reincarnations, Tianyi has taught him everything, and Senior Wen has given him advice with all his heart. He is confident that he will never lose to Fu Yeming!

The two men fought from the ground to the sky, and then from the sky back to the ground, the sound of piercing through the air mixed with the impact of weapons could be heard endlessly in the small open space, and the two figures were entangled with each other and fought in one place, tossing and turning unscrupulously in this square of heaven and earth Twisting, like dancing on the edge of a blade, if there is a slight mistake, the sword will destroy people and die.

The fallen leaves flew up wantonly, collided with the ubiquitous cold sword light, and turned into debris falling down in the blink of an eye.The giant tree standing deep in the mountains for more than a hundred years was not spared either. Scars and scars intertwined on the rough trunk, outlining a pitiful and terrifying appearance.

I don't know how many tricks have passed, the sun rises in the east, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrates the shadows and falls, dispelling the boundless darkness in the forest, and marking the end of this seemingly endless struggle between life and death.

Taking advantage of the moment when Fu Yeming was unable to defend, Zhang Ze desperately injured himself, and finally sent the sword in his hand into the heart of the opposite person.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

Zhang Ze let go of Hong Ying, clutched his wound, staggered back a few steps, and fell to his knees on the ground exhausted.His internal energy was almost exhausted, his meridians were throbbing with pain, the clothes on his body were already in tatters, countless small wounds were slowly bleeding outwards, and the cloth on the wounds were glued together, and there was almost no one on his body. intact.He was so tired that he almost fainted, but he still didn't dare to relax his vigilance, his eyes were burning, staring at the figure still standing not far away.

"I actually... lost..."

Fu Yeming murmured, looked down at the long sword in his heart, blinked his eyes as if waking up from a dream, stretched out his hand to hold the sword tightly, gritted his teeth and exhausted all his strength to pull it out from his body.

A large stream of blood gushed out from his heart, soaking most of his clothes in an instant.Hongying landed on the ground, his weak legs could no longer support his body, and he staggered back a few steps, leaning against the big tree and swaying down.

After finally gathering up some strength, Zhang Ze stood up limply with his heavy body, and moved to Fu Yeming step by step: "You lost."

People who practice martial arts have their own inner strength to protect their heart, but people who have been pierced by a sword in the heart, even if Hua Tuo reincarnates and Bian Que is reborn, they cannot be saved.

Fu Yeming leaned his head against the tree trunk and looked up at Zhang Ze. He was obviously about to die, but he still had the heart to show a smile on his lips: "You owe me a favor, please help me take care of Ayao, I left her behind. In the small county closest to here. Help me take her to Jiangnan, where someone will take care of her."

"...Okay." Zhang Ze responded in a low voice.

This was the first time that he saw the aura of a person he knew gradually weaken, and finally disappeared without a trace.

He seemed to be thinking a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything, he just bent down to pick up Hongying, shaking off the blood on the sword.

Where he couldn't see, more people were fighting and dying, and all of this was for an unknown treasure map and a hundred-year-old treasure.

does it worth?

Zhang Ze didn't know.All he could do now was to stand with his sword in his hand and see off his opponent who could barely be called a friend.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the direction where the treasure house was located, and the echo echoed through the heaven and earth.

"Story progress: 100000%, host soul strength detection: (100000/[-]), the plot progress reaches the standard, the host soul strength reaches the standard, and the world remodeling begins."

Accompanied by the mechanical sound that the system had not heard for a long time, countless pictures flooded into Zhang Ze's mind. The exhausted man could no longer bear the sudden impact and passed out completely.