Embrace the blade

Under the rain of arrows, there are a group of Jianghu people who have not yet shaken off their illusions, scattered in the maple forest, with no power to protect themselves.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Li only had time to rush to Jiang Lanze's side, and swung his sword to block the overwhelming rain of arrows, while the rest of the Jianghu people took the arrows hard, screaming and screaming for a while, and they all came out of the hallucination Waking up in the middle of the night, painful and dazed, unable to tell when and where you are, let alone understand what happened. Some people were unfortunately shot in the door by an arrow and fell over, unable to wake up again.

"Jiang Lanze, wake up!" Jiang Li grabbed Jiang Lanze's collar and shook it vigorously.

Jiang Lanze was kneeling on the grass with his head bowed, sobbing and muttering something, Jiang Li just heard him crying upside down: "...Let's find the doctor again, Father, don't leave me behind. I don't want to be a child without a father and no mother, I will find a doctor for you..."

Jiang Li relaxed his grip, and said in a slow voice, "Don't cry, we'll go back to Luoyang as soon as this matter is settled, Senior Zhong will heal him."

Jiang Lanze slowly raised his head, not knowing if he had listened, and looked at him in confusion: "...Jiang Li? Why are you here?"

Before Jiang Li could answer, the ground trembled slightly, as if the whole mountain was trembling, and the sound of countless footsteps was like rolling thunder, and a black tide was seen coming up from the red maple forest. Deling rushed in, full of murderous intent.

Just as Shen Zhiyan came to his senses, he drew his sword and stood up on the ground. The situation was critical, he didn't care to look at Yin Huaishu any more, and shouted to everyone: "Everyone, help the disabled brothers with minor injuries, don't worry about it." Frozen, follow me quickly!"

All the people in the rivers and lakes woke up like a dream. Enduring the pain with all their strength, they hurriedly evacuated with him deeper into the forest. The seriously injured were also helped by the familiar people nearby.

Jiang Li also picked up Jiang Lanze, and pushed him forward: "You go, I'll break the queen."

"It's us." Qi Zhaoxi retreated to his side and corrected him.

Jiang Li stared at the black-clothed congregation that was approaching quickly, and said in disapproval, "You have injuries."

"The poisonous mist in your body hasn't dissipated yet."

There was no room for them to quarrel any more, the other party had already killed them, and the two of them swung their swords to meet them, two blue and white sword lights flashed out interlacedly, dazzling and unstoppable, those men in black couldn't help but backed away step by step.

Just at this moment, a laughing voice sounded: "Leave the boy to me."

A figure floated down like a flying bird on the snow. It was Ning Yu, the hall master in brocade clothes and yellow robes. He bowed his hands to Jiang Li, and he was very polite: "The last fight was a bit inferior to me. It ended hastily, and I didn't enjoy it to the fullest. , After two days of pondering, I think I have made some progress, and I hope that Jiang Shaoxia will not hesitate to give me some advice."

Jiang Li ignored these false words, jumped up, and slashed straight down with his sword!

Ning Yu drew his sword out, the blades collided fiercely, sparks splashed, Jiang Li changed his moves accordingly, but Ning Yu moved to the right side together, the two swords separated for a moment and then clashed tightly, as if they had a tacit understanding.

Jiang Li was shocked, and Ning Yu smiled deeper: "It seems that my homework was not in vain."

After being familiar with the moves by him, Jiang Li not only did not flinch, but was completely aroused to fight. The sword moves changed rapidly, and the Qingshuang Sword seemed to have spirits, almost showing several phantoms, and the cold light flourished for a while.

The two men fought fiercely over there, and the men in black rushing to the front scattered into three directions at the same time. Flying upside down, it exploded like blood splashing ink, and when it fell to the ground, it was completely dead, only a horribly deep wound slanted across the body, almost splitting the person completely.

Beads of blood rolled down from the edge of the sword, and Qi Zhaoxi moved his shoulders, feeling that the injury on his collarbone had adapted a lot and did not hinder the sword.

Seeing this ruthless attack, the figure of the man in front of him and the mysterious black-robed left guardian really overlapped, and the Prajna disciples hesitated for a while, not daring to go forward.

Yin Huaishu brushed off the dust from his robe, and raised his voice to order: "Listen, I will not keep anyone alive, I only want the head of Qi Zhaoxi's neck! Anyone who can seriously injure others will be rewarded; whoever takes his life, I will give you a reward." The Lord recommends him to fill the position of Hall Master!"

"Yes!"

Under the encouragement, someone couldn't hold back and made the first move. The other men in black were afraid of falling behind, so they risked their lives and rushed forward, surrounded Qi Zhaoxi, all eyes were shining brightly. The weapons greeted him together, the long sword pierced straight, the wide knife slashed, the silver light was dazzling, forming a surging silver tide, trying to engulf him.

Qi Zhaoxi drew his sword again, the frenzy was torn apart by a line, but quickly made up again, endlessly, endlessly, although the people in black couldn't hurt him for a while, they worked together to suppress him.

At this time, the hall master Yan Han also brought a group of people to catch up, swept the situation away, and consciously chased after the group of Jianghu people who had escaped with Shen Zhiyan.

"Wait," Yin Huaishu couldn't help but say, "I still have use for saving that Qingshan faction's life."

Yan Han's footsteps paused slightly, he glanced at him sideways, snorted coldly, and continued to lead his men to chase.

Yin Huaishu couldn't figure out what he meant by that, showing a bit of irritability, he turned to tell the young flute player: "Bai Lu, follow and watch."

Bai Lu responded, and quickly chased after him. Passing through this red maple forest, the trees in front of him became taller and denser, with knotted and protruding roots, which would trip people if they were not careful. It can be said that there are hidden dangers everywhere on the cliffs like Qianren, and under the leadership of Shen Zhiyan, this group of Jianghu people survived the dangers, taking advantage of this complicated terrain to restrain the pursuers and hide and flee.

There was a sound of metal and stone clanging, and Bai Lu rushed to the front, seeing Hall Master Yan Han and Shen Zhiyan from the Qingshan School had already engaged in hand-to-hand combat, the majestic and heavy sword wind intertwined with the upright and mighty sword energy, the two jumped up, borrowing strength from the branches, Going back and forth in the forest, the trees trembled and the dead branches were broken, but it was hard to tell the difference.

The Bailu flute is in front, and the clear flute sounds leisurely.

At this time, everyone was busy fighting, and they would not be attracted by the sound of the flute at all, and naturally they could not be trapped in hallucinations. Therefore, his target was only Shen Zhiyan, who was most affected by charms and almost had his memory distorted.

Sure enough, the sound of the flute seemed to be pierced into the brain by a long needle, and the mind that had not yet completely calmed down was churning again. Shen Zhiyan had just confronted Yan Han with a move, and was turning back to retreat, when suddenly he felt as if he had been hit hard, and the Lingtai fainted. With a splitting headache, I had to stretch out my hand to press it hard, but missed the branch that I was relying on, stepped on the ground, and fell from mid-air!

"Second brother Shen!" Jiang Lanze flew forward, bursting out with unprecedented speed in a hurry, and actually caught Shen Zhiyan. Although it was difficult, he landed without being too embarrassed.

Shen Zhiyan propped himself up, tried his best to endure the headache, and said, "I'm fine, Lan Ze, you lead everyone to go first, save your strength, don't touch head-on."

Jiang Lanze looked around in a hurry. The battle in the forest was very tragic. All the Jianghu people were first weakened by the poisonous fog, and then tortured by painful hallucinations. In addition, they were more or less injured by arrows. Prajna disciples couldn't get any advantage at all, even if they focused on dodging and evading, they still suffered heavy casualties.

"We can't escape!" Jiang Lanze's eyes turned red, "Anyway, we will be caught up sooner or later, so we might as well fight the Devil's Cult, or die together!"

"There will be a turning point, believe me." Seeing Yan Han slashing down in the air again, Shen Zhiyan had no time to say more, and with his kung fu he pushed Jiang Lanze a few feet away. , he almost bleed out a mouthful of blood, and the long and continuous sound of the flute made his brain twitch, making his face like gold paper, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Fortunately," Shen Zhiyan thought joyfully, "It hurts a little bit, but the memory about him is still there."

With a low cry, he poured all his internal energy into the sword, the long sword hummed, and for a moment, Shen Zhiyan met the heavy knife head-on, ignoring the blade's edge, it broke his shoulder, and even pressed against the bone to sharpen it, the long sword was as stable as a green hill , It's like chilling Qiushuang, the sword energy is solid, cutting off the ends of Yan Han's hair, cutting deep and shallow blood marks on his cheeks and robes, unstoppably attacking his vitals!

Even a brave person like Yan Han felt fear, knowing that this shocking sword could not be resisted no matter what, he hurriedly withdrew the sword and retreated, while the long sword pursued closely, its momentum undiminished, and the sound of breaking the wind There is also an invincible sharpness.

When the time was imminent, Yan Han grabbed a boy who was dodging in a hurry, and stood in front of him.

"Little brother!" Du Heng from the Tianmen Sect exclaimed in shock.

Eldest brother Meng Sifan jumped up immediately, grabbing junior brother Wei Ke with one hand, and thrust a sword at Yan Han with the other hand.

Shen Zhiyan was even more taken aback, and hastily deflected the blade, and narrowly brushed against Wei Ke's ribs, leaving only a shallow scar, but he couldn't hit a single blow, and his headache was intensified by the sound of the flute. Coupled with the deep bone wound on his shoulder, he almost couldn't hold the sword.

Shen Zhiyan silently recited the formula for calming the heart and calming the mind, and tried his best to resist the swelling pain that made people want to cut his head open. Seeing that Yan Han was being entangled by Meng Sifan, he immediately turned to Bai Lu who was playing the flute.

However, Meng Sifan's situation is not optimistic. His internal energy is still a bit sluggish. Just now, he was shot in the back of the shoulder in the rain of arrows. He was not Yan Han's opponent at all. He was afraid of throwing a mouse weapon and did not dare to use it with all his strength. The little junior brother's face was even paler, his eyes were wide open and full of panic and begging, seeing him impatient and impetuous, he was slashed by a heavy knife and injured his leg in a careless move, and his footsteps suddenly staggered .

Meng Sifan gritted his teeth, followed closely again, and stretched out his sword. Just at this moment, Du Heng leaped up at the right moment, and slashed fiercely at Yan Han's arm holding Wei Ke!

Attacking from both sides, this meat shield is not easy to use. Yan Han finally threw Wei Ke away, swung his knife and made a head-on move with Meng Sifan, and struck out with the palm of his other hand. , without waiting for Du Heng to change his moves, he suddenly stretched out his five fingers into claws, and grabbed his wrist instead. With a sound of "Kara", Du Heng cursed angrily, dropped his sword, and knelt down uncontrollably, arms It was still held in Yan Han's palm at a weird angle, and it was already dislocated.

Wei Ke, who was thrown away, fell to the ground, his limbs were limp, and he stared blankly at his two senior brothers, still unable to recover.He lost his mother since he was a child, and he was not loved by his father. He grew up on his own. The luckiest thing was that he joined the Tianmen sect by accident. , I dare not expect that someone will save him regardless of his own safety.

"What are you doing in a daze, run!" Du Heng yelled at him, and then, Du Heng turned around suddenly, flicked his closed left hand, and three silver needles flew out like lightning.

Yan Han was caught off guard and was too close. Before he could dodge, his eyes suddenly went dark, and there was a piercing pain in his eyes and temples. Thick blood flowed down his cheeks. He growled in pain, and his eyes were blind. .

Du Heng took the opportunity to roll away on the spot, and Meng Sifan rushed to respond, and quickly took back his dislocated arm. Du Heng couldn't stop shivering from the pain, and he still had a hippie smile on his face: "Did you see it? Who dares to say that I am useless tossing hidden weapons!"

Meng Sifan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, you're the only one who is amazing..."

Before they finished speaking, a mighty gust of saber wind came towards them, and they hurriedly separated to dodge, only to see the heavy saber fall, and it exploded like a thunderbolt, splitting a terrifying crack in the ground, the blade almost sank into the soil, If it hits someone, I'm afraid it will be cut in half.

With two blood holes on his face, Yan Han's face was covered with blood, and he was as ferocious as a ghost. He carried a heavy knife and stepped forward. He was so angry that he vowed to tear the two of them to pieces.

Du Heng was terrified, his chest was numb from the pain of being rubbed by the knife wind, he looked at Meng Sifan, the blindfold of the other side almost fell off, quickly tied it up, and raised his chin towards the cliff on the right.

Du Heng understood, and ran towards the cliff quickly, but Yan Han couldn't see, moved when he heard the sound, and was led over as expected.

Near the edge of the cliff, Du Heng slowed down and wanted to dodge aside to facilitate Meng Sifan's follow-up actions. Unexpectedly, just for a moment of slowness, Yan Han's saber light caught up to his back. Du Heng fell to his knees and vomited The blood came, and he looked back in a panic: "Eldest brother...help me..."

The heavy knife was inserted vertically, piercing through the chest, as if nailing him in the withered yellow grass, bright red blood spread, Du Heng still opened his eyes in disbelief.

Meng Sifan's heart trembled violently, his eyes were about to burst: "Du Heng—!"

He raised his sword recklessly and charged forward, forcibly mobilizing the stagnant internal force, the sword collided, and the internal force confronted brazenly, Meng Sifan was almost shocked to the heart, blood was spilled from his lips, but he did not retreat an inch, one sword was faster than the other, melting The Tianmen swordsmanship combined with the precipitous mountain showed its unpredictability, and actually forced Yan Han to take two steps back and stepped on the edge of the cliff.

One step away, Meng Sifan felt that his internal energy was exhausted and it was difficult to continue. He screamed with grief and indignation, rushed forward, and bumped into Yan Han fiercely with his own body!

The two of them fell down the cliff at the same time. In a flash, Yan Han cut into the crack of the rock with his knife and hung himself on the cliff. Meng Sifan also stretched out his hand, but he didn't catch anything. fall.

Yan Han was panting, struggling to hold on to the cliff, and was about to climb up when he heard footsteps approaching. He raised his head subconsciously, but forgot that there was only darkness in front of him, and he tasted the cold taste of the sword's edge in his throat.

After finishing off Bai Lu who was playing the flute, Shen Zhiyan came here in a hurry, finished Yan Han with a sword, and looked again, Meng Sifan's figure had already disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Shen Zhiyan straightened up, his eyes turned to the corpse at his feet, he sighed, and gently closed Du Heng's eyes.

Shen Zhiyan turned around, and accidentally saw a young man standing frozen in the distance. Wei Ke obviously looked back frequently while running, but that glance made him unable to move any longer.There were still many men in black in the forest, he was standing like a target, and immediately there were several cold lights slashing at him, Shen Zhiyan rushed towards him, swung his sword to force the opponent back, Wei Ke woke up with a start, his eyes were red immediately.

The situation was urgent, and there was no room for comfort, Shen Zhiyan patted him on the top of the head, and said softly, "Let's go."

Weeping and nodding, Wei Ke followed Shen Zhiyan to the direction where Jiang Lanze's gang retreated. His palm was scratched at some point, and he wiped away tears indiscriminately, blood and tears formed a ball on his face.

Hearing the uncontrollable crying beside him, Shen Zhiyan felt all sorts of feelings in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at Hongfenglin who was passing by.

In the Red Maple Forest, Jiang Li fought with the hall master Ning Yu for a long time, but they were still in a stalemate, but Qi Zhaoxi, who was besieged by a group of men in black, suddenly felt something was wrong, his wrists were faintly heavy, and the numbness of his meridians gradually became clear. It was only then that he remembered that he hadn't fully recovered from the bite he was bitten by Jiang Li before, so he glanced hastily and saw a faint blood oozing from the bandage on his wrist.

Qi Zhaoxi breathed a sigh of relief, and the speed of his strikes did not slow down at all. He flipped over the sword that was stabbing directly in front of him. He heard the sound of a sharp wind behind his ear, and returned the sword with his backhand. The injury broke out, but someone swung a knife from behind, and under the slamming impact, the twisted wrist couldn't bear it, and it twitched involuntarily, giving the opponent a gap, and cut his shoulder and arm, blood sprayed splash.

Qi Zhaoxi frowned, and the besieging men in black suddenly burst into cheers. They finally had a breakthrough, and their attacks became more and more fierce.

This movement attracted Jiang Li's attention. He couldn't help but cast a glance at Qi Zhaoxi, but for a moment, Ning Yu struck his face with his sword as fast as lightning. Take a few steps back, the dust flies up under your feet.

Ning Yu pressed down the sword heavily, and reminded with a smile: "Wandering your mind is not a good habit."

Jiang Li stared at him fiercely, almost running out of patience.Because Ning Yu is not trying to defeat him at all, but is constantly leading him to make moves, repeatedly testing and studying his swordsmanship, once he attacks strongly, Ning Yu will avoid his edge, and once he starts the idea of ​​pulling back and killing him, Ning Yu Then he took out a very powerful attack.

Now that Qi Zhaoxi was injured, Jiang Li became even more impatient to pester him, bit his lower lip hard between his teeth, swallowed a mouthful of sweet blood, and silently recited the "Secret of Longevity".

Driven by the mind, a majestic force rose from the dantian, filling all the limbs and bones in an instant, the world was silent for a moment, Jiang Li swung his sword and slashed horizontally, as fast as a light and shadow flickering, and only had time to see a silver streak. The arc of light as bright as the full moon blooms!

The sword energy was extremely powerful, and it swept out, the maple forest shook, and the fallen leaves were as colorful as rain. Even the men in black who besieged Qi Zhaoxi dispersed in a hurry. Hit by the matchless sword energy, he staggered and fell out, half kneeling on the ground, the hand pressing on his abdomen touched a wet, slippery and warm area, looking down, there was indeed a long and narrow wound, blood stained the brocade clothes.

Yin Huaishu, who had been watching the battle, raised his sleeves in front of him, and inevitably backed away a little. Seeing the unprecedented embarrassment of Ning Yu, a gentle hypocrite, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Who knows that Ning Yu smiled instead of anger, staring at Jiang Li with shining eyes, admiring: "That's right, this is the true face of "Longevity Formula", the most extreme shocking swordsmanship."

Ning Yu stood up and ordered loudly: "Stop them, consume slowly, and let me see how powerful the "Secret of Longevity" can be!"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Li's hand holding the sword tightened. It must be known that after being activated by the mind, it would draw away the blood and energy from the whole body and turn it into abundant and powerful strength, which is not suitable for a long battle.He looked at the men in black who had distanced themselves and formed a half-moon shape approaching slowly, and Ning Yu, who was standing behind and observing him carefully, decided to crush them with all his strength and quickly eliminate them.

After making up his mind, the Qingshuang Sword seemed to sense it, and let out a buzzing sound. Jiang Li's eyebrows and eyes were like knives, and endless killing intent overflowed from his whole body, making him chill.

Turning the long sword in his palm, Jiang Li rose into the air, but at the same time there was a sound of Qinggong breaking the wind from behind, someone ignored the sharp sword energy, stepped forward, and reached out to grab his arm.

Jiang Li was startled, and hastily withdrew his sword, only to see Qi Zhaoxi grabbing him, turning around in the air, his robe flying, dispelling his attack, then wrapping him in his arms, using his arms to hold him steady Pressed firmly back into place.

"You..." Jiang Li saw a stream of bright red blood slowly dripping from his arm, which was just injured by his own sword energy.

Qi Zhaoxi didn't look at him, but frowned even tighter, and said, "I'll deal with them, you stay here to adjust your breath, don't do anything."

"I..." Just as Jiang Li opened his mouth, Qi Zhaoxi fled away without getting dusty, and he was like a ghost moving through the black-clothed world. His figure was extremely fast, and his sword was also extremely fast, while the people in black scattered a little distance away. , and no longer form an encircling formation, it is difficult to parry against Qi Chaoxi who is going all out.

Ning Yu chuckled softly, sealed the blood from the wound, and raised his sword to enter the battle.

Leaving Jiang Li standing where he was, he was burning with anxiety. He saw that Qi Zhaoxi was forcing himself, squeezing his potential, and exerted a skill far beyond normal, and he knew why he was doing this.

The backlash from the "Secret of Longevity" has been wreaking havoc in Jiang Li's body, but it is usually slow and not very obvious, but when he forcibly stimulates his mind, the more power he gains, the stronger the backlash he receives. Correspondingly, right now he If you consume less internal energy, you will suffer less backlash later.

Jiang Li wanted to go forward to help him, but he saw his bloody arm cut by the sword energy in order to stop him.

Although Ning Yu was wounded, he joined forces with the Prajna Sect to attack, and the attack was still extremely fierce. However, Qi Zhaoxi was able to not fall behind. His imposing manner was just that the hand holding the sword was pale and stiff, and the bandage on his wrist was the one that Jiang Li had wrapped up for him last time, and it was completely soaked in blood at this moment, with drops of blood dripping down.

Jiang Li's pupils shrank suddenly, and even if it would make him angry, he didn't care about it, and rushed forward, Qingshuang swung out, and the heads of the men in black who were closest to Qi Zhaoxi suddenly turned away.Before he could make the next move, Qi Zhaoxi slashed at him with a knife in his left palm, Jiang Li didn't dare to fight back, and was immediately gripped tightly by his wrist, making it difficult to move.

Qi Zhaoxi's palms were burning hot, and he couldn't even control the strength, so tight that his wrists hurt, he pulled Jiang Li behind him, but he didn't move, so he could only stare at Ning Yu, who was opposite, and said, "You are disobedient. "

Jiang Li looked at his bloodless side face, anxious and angry: "You let me go!"

Qi Zhaoxi suppressed her violent panting, and without making a sound, raised her sword to meet Ning Yu's concentrated blow again, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Ning Yu had already spotted the injury on his wrist with keen eyes, and abandoned the weird and changeable sword moves, and switched to the powerful and fierce sword technique of Hall Master Yan Han, and slashed with him time and time again, otherwise, The wound on his wrist would not have been torn so badly.

But Qi Zhaoxi didn't let go of Jiang Li's hand at all. If Jiang Li wanted to break free, he had no choice but to attack him. He was so anxious that he was going crazy.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind in the distance, approaching with a faint sound of horseshoes, Yin Huaishu, who was watching the battle with his hands in his arms, dodged in fright. In the maple tree, he looked back in surprise, and saw a group of people running from a distance outside the forest, dressed in white shirts and blue patterns, they were all disciples of the Qingshan School, the leader was Shen Shensi.

The turning point Shen Zhiyan spoke of, the reinforcements he was waiting for, finally arrived!

Surprisingly, there was an acquaintance next to Shen Shensi, holding a longbow in his hand and not putting it down, it was Qin Zheng from the Qiancheng City.

"The situation has changed, withdraw!"

Ning Yu withdrew his sword and backed away, but the one who gave the order was decisive. Yin Huaishu, who was clutching his wound, immediately changed his expression. He glanced at the men in black who had retreated one after another, and said angrily, "No retreat! Qi Chaoxi is at the end of his strength, if you don't take it now How long will it take to take his head off?"

"The guardian is calm, and the time to evacuate is the one that must not be missed." Ning Yu was in a mess, but still said leisurely, "If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood."

Yin Huaishu gave him a hard look, full of unwillingness, but compared to him, the congregation listened to Ning Yu's orders more, and the remaining men in black whistled sharply in response to each other, and dispersed into several teams according to the original plan. Quickly retreating from different directions, Yin Huaishu clenched his teeth and had no choice but to let it go.

Ning Yuchao, Qi Chaoxi and Jiang Li cupped their hands, and smiled incomprehensibly: "I never imagined that Zuo Hufa and Jiang Shaoxia, a pair of fake masters and apprentices who play tricks on the scene, would be so affectionate. Thank you for your advice today, we will talk about it another day!"

As soon as the words were finished, he had already taken Yin Huaishu and fled away, just like when he came.

"Where to escape!" Qin Zheng urged the horse to chase, but as soon as the horse moved, the reins were pulled by Shen Shensi next to him.

Shen Shen thought: "Hero Qin, there is still room for Prajna teaching, it is best to retreat on your own, it is important for us to save people."

Qin Zheng's face was sinking like water, he kicked his feet, jumped up into the air, and chased into the red maple forest.

"Brother, shall we follow?" Shen Duanxing, the third younger brother who was following behind, asked.

However, Qin Zheng didn't give chase, but stopped the last man in black in a group, took out a kit from his bosom, threw it on the man in black who was paralyzed in fright, and said, "Take it Give this to Yin Huaishu and tell him, my name is Qin Zheng."

The man in black tremblingly grabbed the kit, seeing that he really meant to let him go, thanked him a thousand times, got up and fled quickly.

At this time, Shen Shensi and his party arrived in the forest, they got off their horses and asked Shen Zhiyan the whereabouts of the Jianghu people, left a few disciples to help, and continued to rush to support.

Seeing this situation, Qi Zhaoxi finally let go of the breath he had been holding on all this time, his body was about to fall down, and Jiang Li quickly hugged him.

Qi Zhaoxi still held onto Jiang Li's wrist, leaned on his shoulder, let out a breath slowly, and said with a low voice, "It's not bad to have the experience of fighting for life once in a lifetime."

Supporting him, Jiang Li looked down and saw that the wound on his collarbone was cracked, his body was covered in blood and he didn't know how much of it was Qi Zhaoxi's own. are you mad at me."