The night is already dark, the fire is gradually extinguishing, the mountain breeze is slightly cool, and the body is cold after all the blood.
After Xie Yongchang sacrificed his body to block the sword, the guest of Yiyun Villa, who had some basic medical skills, stepped forward to rescue him.
Unexpectedly, Yun Xiaobai's eagle strike into the sky was indeed a killing sword, without any remaining force.
Xie Yongchang had eight wounds all over his body, all thanks to this sword.
Each wound penetrated an inch under the skin, breaking its tendons and damaging its veins. The essence and blood had soaked into this square inch of land in a matter of seconds.
Xie Yongchang, who was originally considered strong and strong, was now like a deflated rubber ball, shriveled up to the point of being skinny and inhuman.
Even if Hua Tuo was reincarnated, he would be unable to recover. Fortunately, he did not suffer for too long when he died from the sword.
The three of them couldn't bear to look at each other anymore, so they looked at each other, took off their robes, or took off their belts, preparing to replace his tattered clothes so that the generation of crazy swordsmen could walk more decently on the other side of the underworld.
Not far away, Xiao Yincai turned around and was about to leave. How could the angry members of the Daoyi Alliance let it go?
At the same time that Yi Zhongren shouted, two figures followed Xiao Yincai.
In the darkness, a fire dragon bared its teeth and claws and stalked towards Xiao Yincai.
Another cold light flew out, aiming directly at Xiao Yincai's heart.
Before the attack came, he turned around after seeing Xiao Yin, stretched his hands up and down, and reversed to draw a circle.
As the arc gradually takes shape, a vortex appears in the shadow, a vortex that can swallow everything.
Is it the swallowing cloud magical skill again?
While everyone was thinking about it, Xiao Yincai hurriedly stopped his hand as the circle was beginning to take shape, and then slowly pushed out the formed vortex with a palm of his hand.
The whirlpool quickly distanced itself from Xiao Yincai, and it flew no more than a foot before exploding with a bang.
At this time, the fire dragon and the cold light arrived, but were knocked back by the suddenly exploding cyclone.
It turned out that at that moment, Mu Ruorong's palm wind arrived first, and Xiao Yin had to guard against it, so he turned around to resist.
As for Aban and Jiang Yichen, who were already exhausted and short of breath, Xiao Yincai's forced attack at the end of their strength was nothing to worry about.
Lihuo Blade's offensive disappeared.
The purple jade dragon scale sword that flew out clattered to the ground.
It was actually cut off several times!
The cloth wrapped around the hilt of the sword also fell off due to the aftermath of the internal conflict between the two masters.
The purple jade finally saw the light of day, and its brilliant brilliance was not easily overlooked in the night. At least Xiao Yincai, who had gone far away, did not miss it.
"The killer Night Owl is actually here, it's interesting." Xiao Yincai thought to himself.
"With such a righteous hero by our side, Brother Yi's life should not be cut off. Xiao will take the first step. If Brother Yi is still willing to continue to seek advice from Xiao, we are waiting at any time in Longyuan Gorge. Get out!" Xiao Yin said after he had retreated several feet.
The last word "withdraw" resounded through the mountains and forests, and everyone in the Yinsha Sect was naturally ordered to retreat.
Yinshamen wants to retreat.
Naturally, the Daoyi Alliance would not allow it.
However, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of Yinsha Sect had already retreated, and the remaining twenty or so people were either altar masters or elder-level masters, as well as the five Jinyi Guards Qianhu, all of whom were not ordinary people. After looking after each other, they quickly escaped in the night. .
The blood on his face has not dried yet, how can Yi Zhongren be willing to do so, and just as he was about to give the order to pursue, Mu Ruorong, who was lying on the side, said: "Going deep into the enemy's territory is not a good strategy."
Yi Zhongren was speechless for a moment, and several drops of cherry red spilled from his clenched fists.
The trembling fists finally slowly loosened and dropped.
With tears streaming down his face, Yi Zhongren, who was over fifty years old, originally looked wealthy and wealthy, but after going through all kinds of troubles and staining his clothes with blood, he became completely decadent.
This was not the first time that he had witnessed such a bloody scene, but after all, he had not developed a heart of stone and could not face it calmly, not to mention that this time, the person standing in front of him was an old friend of many years!
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The night is over.
It's twilight.
The southwest corner of Songshan Mountain.
A mound several feet square.
A thick, upright stone monument.
A solitary swordsman.
Aban stood in front of the stone monument, with his head lowered. Whether it was his eyes covered by his hanging hair or his sight blurred by the so-called tears, he could no longer find the edges and corners of the stone monument.
There is no writing on the stone tablet.
This is a monument without words.
The wordless monument is a tribute to the heroes of the Daoyi Alliance.
Everyone is born to die, either from old age, disease, or disaster.
In the past few decades, the world has been in turmoil, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a chaotic time.
During this period, countless people sacrificed their lives to bring peace to the troubled times, but not everyone was able to leave a name for future generations.
Although this monument has no words, the friendship is in the heart. Anyone who wants to pay tribute in their heart, whether it is a teacher, an ancestor, or an old friend, can worship in front of this monument for peace of mind and long-lasting love.
In this battle, two hundred people from the Yiyun Villa of the Daoyi Alliance came, and sixty-two people were lost.
Yinshamen lost countless soldiers and generals, and the altar leader lost three people.
Over a hundred people came to the Fengshamen and Dianshamen for help.
Abban didn't care about this.
He will stay here for one person, one person who will sleep here.
He wants to remember this place, he will definitely come here often in the future.
Out of respect, Abban waited patiently for everyone from the Daoyi Alliance to pay their respects, and then came forward alone to say a few words to his confidant and his brother.
Abban stepped forward and held the stone tablet.
His eyes moved to his feet unconsciously.
Those are four marks.
The mark on the left foot is wider and deeper.
The one on the right foot is narrower and shallower.
No need to elaborate, Abban already knew the reason for this. After all, he had seen the scene of Yi Zhongren and Xuanhe kneeling in front of this monument for two hours.
There was not much "Wandering Dragon Playing in the Water" left in the wine bag, so Abban wetted his fingers with wine, crouched down, and wrote on the stele.
After writing the word "bosom friend", the wine on my fingertips was gone.
He tipped the wine bag again, wetted his fingers, and continued writing.
There are many strokes in the word "thank you", and he wrote it very slowly and meticulously.
One stroke at a time, years pass by.
In a trance, my mind can't help but wander, and I have known each other for more than ten years.
Finally, it stopped at the moment when Xie Yongchang came to him a few days ago...
"Brother Murong was really caught by the Twelve Heavenly Evil Sects?"
"Otherwise I wouldn't have come to beg you, brother."
"Is your life okay for now?"
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have to come to ask for help, brother."
"Hey! What did I say? The one on the left begged and the one on the right begged. I have a use for my brother. When did the brother shirk it?"
"Never."
"It didn't happen before, it doesn't happen now, and it never will happen again."
"But this time it's different."
"With just one word from me, I can go up to the mountain of knives and down to the sea of fire, and Aban will go through fire and water and die without any regrets."
"Brother, please listen to me and then make a decision."
"Brother, it doesn't matter."
"Brother Murong has been found to be imprisoned in the Yinsha Underworld. The Yinsha Underworld has many organs and must be heavily guarded.
I had to break into the underworld, but I had to break through quietly.
According to the old man's wish, he formed a strong formation with only a few people to sneak attack the underworld, catch them off guard and rescue the Murong brothers.
However, the current manpower is limited. If all the men in the alliance are used up, they will be easily detected by the enemy. Therefore, they can only seek foreign aid.
At present, most of the men in the alliance are dealing with the people of the Twelve Heavenly Evil Sects in the remaining places to provide cover.
The support for the sneak attack on the underworld is only this cover, and the remaining support is not completely guaranteed.
A trip to the underworld can be described as a narrow escape from death..."
"Brother, do you regard your brother as your confidant?"
"nature."
"Then I must know that when I ask, I will never refuse."
"but……"
"You and I are both homeless and have nothing to worry about. Wouldn't it be great to die for a close friend?!"
"Brothers!"
"It's just that I have a question that I hope I can answer. Of course, no matter what the answer is, I will accompany me to the underworld and cause trouble in the underworld!"
"Brother, please speak."
"Is it worth risking the lives of ten or a hundred people to save one life?"
"this……"
"If we take this trip, in order to save brother Murong's life, is it worth it for you and me to die unfortunately?"
"This question may have different answers in everyone's mind. The only thing I can answer is what I think in my heart. What are your and my false names called in the world?"
"The southern sword is cold and the moon is crazy, the northern blade is fire crazy."
"The current situation can be described as troubled times?"
"Trouble is near."
"Yes, in prosperous times, a false reputation in the world is enough, but in troubled times, the prestige in the world is just a false name."
"What do you mean, brother?"
"What do you think of today's world?"
"Heartbroken and helpless."
"Well, I am heartbroken and helpless.
Xie has a similar opinion, but I think it's not completely helpless.
He has earned a false reputation in the world, and if he can contribute even a small amount to the stability of the world, his life will be in vain.
But Xie considers himself to be carefree by nature, and the word "world" is too heavy for me, so I don't want to bear it.
Although the blade in the hand is sharp, it may be able to save three or two people for a while, but it can never help too many people.
Fortunately, in these troubled times, there are many people who care about the world and want to make a difference. Brother Murong is still young, and although his martial arts skills are not as good as mine, he can keep three or two families safe for several years.
He and the old man, like Brother Yi, are people who think a lot and take more actions. They are dedicated to the safety of the world.
I think if I can help them, I can help more people. "
“Therefore, if they are in trouble and can save one of them, more can be saved.”
"That's what I mean. This was also my original intention of joining the Daoyi Alliance."
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I just finished writing the word "Chang", but the three or two words I wrote previously have evaporated.
Abban didn't care, he just poured all the remaining wine in his bag in front of the stone tablet and muttered something.
"Brother, you have lived a wonderful life in this life. Brother will also try hard to do what you hope to see. You can go with peace of mind. If you have time, I will always come to drink with you!"
After saying this, Aban suddenly turned around, looked for where Meat Moth and Ni Die were, and walked over.
