Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The place where there is silence is thunder.

In the sudden silence, shouts of killing rose to the sky.

The dark valley suddenly had shadowy figures, and the pairs of eyes in the dark stared at the team of uninvited guests.

The horses were in a panic.

The stones that fell from the sky were still flaming, and they hit the ground with a loud bang, bursting into bloody sparks. Where they landed, a raging fire burned. Tiance's horses were trained, but they could not withstand such a fierce attack and fled in fear.

The people of the Evil Valley who showed their heads on both sides of the col to investigate the situation smiled a little and secretly praised, "Mr. Wang is really as good as a god. These firecrackers and catapults, no matter how good their horses are, they can't stop them. There is pine oil on the ground, there are weeds and trees, and today is the south wind..."

So the fire will grow in the wind.

Li Chengen's face was livid, but at least he had been through hundreds of battles, so he was not panicked at this moment. He immediately ordered the scouts to check for other traps in front, and continued to rush forward with everyone. We have entered the Evil Valley, but we can't give up halfway!

After leaving the sea of ​​fire, there were only a few of the thousands of war horses left.

A commander of the Evil Valley shouted, "Brothers, charge! Kill them!"

Swords and shadows.

Bloody siege.

People kept falling down, and people kept rushing up. Even the withered weeds on the road were stained with blood red.

Bloody and suffocating.

The villains of the Evil Valley were like taking medicine, and they were determined to kill people.

Tiance fought for the glory of Li Tang, but they never expected that they would face such a desperate resistance.

The sparks and ashes of the battlefield filled the valley deep in the snow-capped mountains, and were extinguished by the blood splashing everywhere.

Even the lava outside the Liefengji became desolate, and the magma with steaming hot air shriveled down.

The goal of the Evil Valley was achieved, and they retreated.

Tian Ce didn't understand why, so he acted more cautiously.

The Three Life Road was full of dead bodies.

A shrill sound of breaking through the air came from the wind.

Then there was a scream, and a man was shot to the ground.

An iron arrow pierced his chest.

This sound undoubtedly broke everyone's tense nerves.

The newly built towers around the Ping An Inn shot out a rain of fire arrows.

The army below also quickly put up shields to resist.

Here, behind Tian Ce, the people from the eight major sects disappeared.

Xiao Yaoer stood on a high col, looking at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, and his worries did not diminish. I don't know if he can get away from them safely.

...

On the top of Kunlun, there was wind and snow.

The leader standing in front of Jiang Chen was Master Chengru of the Shaolin Luohan Hall. Behind him were Changge Yang Yinan, Chunyang Zhuo Fengming, and the rest of the sects also sent out their elites.

Jiang Chen stood on the edge of the cliff, smiling, "I didn't expect that I would have such a high value..."

Master Chengru chanted the Buddha's name and said solemnly, "Amitabha, Donor Wang. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and it's time to go back. Donor has made a big mistake, don't continue to be stubborn."

Jiang Chen had an unspeakable smile from the bottom of his heart.

He had heard too many people turn back and it's time to go back. So many that it's funny to hear them again now.

How many people had warned him to turn back and it's time to go back. However, the place where he turned back was the unforgettable wind and frost sword of the mortal world.

He didn't want to fall into the abyss at all, but compared with the swords and knives of the world, his only choice was to go on like this.

Bathing in blood.

Atonement?

Atonement, he was innocent, but in the end he was guilty.

Those who say revenge will never end are the so-called righteous, and those who say justice is the way of heaven are also the ones who pursue relentlessly.

What is good and evil, right and wrong, they have to decide.

Yang Yinan held the sword in the zither, frowning and waiting. He looked at this person, and a sigh welled up in his heart. If we only look at this person's words and deeds, he is gentle, harmless, modest and polite. Compared with many people in Changge, he has the style of a Confucian scholar, and he has a hint of pure Yang transcendence. It is really unimaginable that he would be a crazy demon who slaughtered all the people in Zigong. Just that pair of eyes, indifferent, aloof, insightful. It seems that as long as they look at each other, the deepest secrets in their hearts can be exposed completely.

This sense of transparency... makes people feel very uncomfortable.

I heard that Wang Yifeng is the successor of this generation of the Red Dust School. Entering the world and traveling around the world is originally a very good way to cultivate the mind. Unexpectedly, this man was trapped by love and killed so many innocent people for a woman.

Yang Yinan sighed and asked what love was in the world, which made people live and die together...

To be fair, if someone around him died in the hands of someone, he would not forgive him. However, he would not massacre the city in anger.

There is a perpetrator for every injustice, and no matter what, the ordinary people in that city who were powerless were innocent.

But the enemies in front of Jiang Chen may never know how innocent Wang Yifeng or the people standing in front of them were.

The fierce killing intent seemed to become visible to the naked eye.

Master Chengru said, "Since the owner does not repent, don't blame me for being rude!"

With each of his moves, there were thousands of golden Buddha statues behind him. It was obvious that he was extremely powerful.

The coldness around Jiang Chen became more and more intense, and the wind and snow in the sky seemed to feel the killing here, surrounding him and gradually becoming a violent storm.

In such a cold atmosphere, being beaten by the wind and snow like knife blades, Chengru felt that every move became extremely difficult.

Everyone looked solemn when they saw this. They didn't expect that this person had reached the state of transformation and could directly condense the real ice and snow with his internal force...

Everyone present had excellent eyesight, so they could naturally see that Wang Yifeng was not using simple internal force to control objects. Whenever the ice and snow touched him, they became more fierce and complicated...

"Master Chengru..." Yang Yinan felt that something was wrong. He held the zither and there was a sound of shocking stones. The visible Qi hit the snow and broke a gap. Before they could make another move, it was quickly covered by other snow and wind.

Zhuo Fengming saw Yang Yinan's move and slashed a sword without hesitation. It landed on the snow and wind, but he felt as if he had hit a deep and unfathomable sea with no place to exert force. He was born with supernatural power and had rich experience in fighting enemies. Seeing this, he withdrew without hesitation, controlled the sword with Qi, and drew back his sword.

Everyone frowned at the same time, and their expressions became solemn. All the internal and external skills of each family were used, but when they hit the vast snow-colored vortex, they were like a drop in the ocean, without any life.

This lasted for about a quarter of an hour.

The dense wind and snow blocked the view, and when the vortex dissipated, a person flew out of it.

Yang Yinan reached out to catch it without thinking, and felt a chill coming from the palm that touched Chengru, chilling to the bone. He frowned, plucked the strings casually, and a healing tune fell. Chengru's injury improved, but he still coughed heavily. His injury was really too serious.

Looking at the blood spots on the body of the Shaolin master and the skin that seemed to be scraped by a sword, Yang Yinan was speechless.

Jiang Chen retracted his hand, and the pale snow shattered in his hand. He said calmly, "Kunlun is a place of wind and snow, it is not suitable for you to attack."

Yang Yinan looked at him in snow, as if he was about to merge with the world. He breathed calmly, spoke freely, and showed no signs of injury.

Fighting the attacks of everyone at the same time, he could still seriously injure Master Chengru. Yang Yinan frowned secretly. They couldn't stop this man. There are no more than 50% of people in the world who can block their simultaneous attacks and remain safe and sound. Except for the old head of Chunyang Palace, Master Lu, the former leader of the martial arts world, Tang Jian, and those who had already retired in the previous generation of Jianghu, I'm afraid...

At the famous sword conference, Wang Yifeng was defeated by Li Wangsheng of Chunyang Palace. Now, after decades of not seeing each other, his martial arts are so outstanding...

Yang Yinan actually felt a sense of admiration in his heart. Regardless of his position, at least this person's courage and martial arts talent are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He also knew that everything Wang Yifeng said was true.

Kunlun is an extremely cold place, and keeping warm consumes a lot of energy. But Wang Yifeng took action, and he cultivated the most cold and cold energy. Kunlun's wind and snow are his home ground. If they fight him blindly, they may not get any benefits.

Zhuo Fengming was furious when he saw this, and shouted loudly, and rushed up with the black iron giant sword.

When he walked, there was the method of Tai Chi transformation, and the meaning of Qingxu Huanzhen. Although he was born with unparalleled power, coupled with the pure yang and quiet cultivation of the mind, the mortal heart-penetrating technique was useless, which made everyone present look forward to it.

The Taixu sword intent was used one by one, and everyone saw the ice chips flying where Wang Yifeng stood. After a loud crack, the rock turned into powder and fell down the cliff without any echo.

There was no figure there.

Is he... dead?

Yang Yinan thought, I'm afraid it won't be that simple. When he turned back, he saw the white clothes behind him, and the corners of the clothes could not be separated.

Yang Yinan looked at him without saying anything.

Jiang Chen looked at the blood on his sleeves, his expression gradually became cold, "Go, or die?"

Yang Yinan frowned, looking at his abnormality. He said lightly, "Master Zhuo."

Zhuo Fengming put away his sword and followed Yang Yinan in frustration, as if he had been ordered.

When he came to the Evil Valley, Li Wangsheng had strictly ordered Zhuo Fengming to listen to the opinions of the leader of Changge Sect, otherwise he would bear the consequences... Although Li Wangsheng has always been gentle, Zhuo Fengming did not dare to challenge his patience on important matters.

Recently, the emperor suddenly became obsessed with the art of elixirs and thought of Chunyang Palace. Li Wangsheng was really unable to get away, so Zhuo Fengming volunteered. He also saw that Zhuo Fengming was reckless and impulsive, and his aggressive and aggressive temperament was hard to change for many years, so he strictly ordered him to listen to Yang Yinan's opinions.

Yang Yinan was familiar with Li Wangsheng, and of course he accepted Li Wangsheng's request to take care of Zhuo Fengming. Now the situation is obviously unfavorable, but Zhuo Fengming still wants to show off his anger. Yang Yinan simply cannot understand it.

All eight sects retreated.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Yang Yinan looked back and saw that the man had become a dot in the wind and snow. His appearance could no longer be distinguished. He could only see dots of white shirts on the edge of the cliff, almost blending into the twilight sky.

Yang Yinan turned his head back, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to retreat like this...

Zhuo Fengming came to him angrily, "Coward!"

Yang Yinan forced himself to mention his good self-restraint and did not argue with him. He also said that this man was a reckless man and could not distinguish the situation.

He looked at Chengru who was supported by the Shaolin disciples and took a bigger step to leave. In short, even if they wanted to fight the Evil Valley again, they needed to make a long-term plan.

He knew in his heart that the eight sects were fighting on their own. Although they wanted to help Tiance, they had some unspeakable thoughts in secret. If they were not united and forced to do it, they would only lose their lives in vain.

Although Yang Yinan didn't really want to take a long-term view in his heart.

Jiang Chen looked at the blood on the ground and turned back into the valley. Jiang Chen's mind was originally obscure. The world taught him many twists and turns, and the human heart made him experience the ups and downs of the world. He was sharp-minded, and often the minds of many people were as clear as a mirror in his heart, even better than the original owner. The only difference in many lives was whether he was willing to pretend to be confused and live the rest of his life.

The eight major sects, Shaolin, was to regain the attention of the royal family, Chunyang, was the responsibility of the state religion, Changge, was for loyalty to the emperor, Cangjian, was for the famous sword conference... There were all kinds of interests involved, and it couldn't be explained in a few words.

The treetops were moved by a gust of wind.

Jiang Chen flew away all the way. The leaves here have not fallen yet, and the shadows of the trees in front have returned to peace.

Ping'an Inn, war and smoke.

Before I arrived in person, I had heard the screams that resounded through half the sky.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Two drops of warm blood splashed on his face, and Jiang Chen vaguely remembered that many years ago, he also passed through the battlefield and was covered in blood.

A rancid, fishy smell of blood hit him in the face.

Jiang Chen wiped off the blood on his face expressionlessly, and when he fell from the roof of the inn to the open space, the biting cold air spread, dispelling the strange smell.

Li Chengen said, "Wang Yifeng?"