Half a month later.

Zhao Changhe sat by the stream drinking water and feeding his horses, looking down at his reflection in the stream.

The beard was getting a lot of scumbag again, and the warrior costumes given by the Cui family had already had several more robberies. The black and shiny hair was also dirty and gray. When he first left the Cui family, he had a little angry horse dress and some other people thought it was a young man. He had once again completely turned into a rash.

After being shaken by myself, the fights in the past half month have not been very frequent, and it seems far less intense and hard than when escorting Cui Yuanyang.

But this time the road is long, and the total number of battles is much more than that. This time, I am afraid of leaking my whereabouts. I am no longer the last time I broke through the guerrilla pattern. When I encounter enemies, I will kill them. From time to time, I have to fight against the enemy with a small number and strive not to let them go. It is really difficult.

This world is really stupid. It always says that "a thousand miles apart" and "a thousand miles apart" without a standard number. After careful calculation, it will not exceed 500 miles to send Cui Yuanyang home at most. It is at least 2,000 miles to Jianhu here, and it is almost from Hebei to Jiangbei. In addition, it is even more far away after taking a detour.

Fortunately, time is sufficient, otherwise it would be embarrassing to be late for this reason.

When you see Han Wubing, the first sentence must be: Who the hell told you that Qi Qianli is also called Qianli?

This time, I'm running for two thousand miles, struggling with wind and rain, chasing and blocking, just to fulfill a competition agreement. I don't know what outsiders think of it, and will they think it's stupid, but Zhao Changhe himself feels very comfortable.

Holding the wine pot and sitting by the stream drinking, she unconsciously thought of Yue Hongling. Perhaps only she would say "It should be like this", but it may not be true that she and Yangyang may not be.

Another happier one is the Daxia Dragon Bird.

Originally, Cui Wenjing had dealt with, the murderous aura of the dragon bird did not overflow, and the blade was no longer covered with bright and sharp edges, and it looked ugly. As a result, these days, the dragon bird drank blood, and the rust began to dark red, with a winding color on the blade, but instead condensed into a dark pattern that looked like the vermilion bird spreading its wings. From the low-key feeling of rust, it turned into a "clumsy and vicissitudes of ancient times". Anyway, I couldn't allow myself to become ugly anyway.

Zhao Changhe was quite amused and cried, and he had no intention of covering up again.

A magic weapon has a spirit, and although it is not a life, it should be respected.

The running-in these days has become more and more friendly with the dragon croaker, and the control of the knife itself is becoming more and more familiar and lighter.

Everyone thinks that such a heavy broad sword must be slow, and even have to wave it with both hands, just like in my dreams back then... However...

Zhao Changhe held the knife in one hand and wiped it off his chin casually. The snow-white eyes widened in horror.

Several clusters of beards fell, their chin was shaved cleanly, showing their control to the point of the second.

"The sharpening of the knife is done, and the sword lake is in sight." Zhao Changhe patted Wu Qi's head: "The closer you get, the more likely others are to block me. Are you afraid?"

Wu Zhu's nostrils sneered, his eyes disdainful.

"Ha!" Zhao Changhe turned over and said, "Let's go, the last journey!"

…………

On the banks of the ancient sword lake.

"Ding"! The tip of the sword was broken, and Han Wubing covered the wound on his shoulder, held the broken sword and retreated slightly.

Countless enemies surrounded him, but his eyes were still unpredictable.

"Others say that the name is reversed... Han Wubing, I think you are indeed sick." Someone asked him incredibly: "Blood sacrifices to old friends, kills all enemies, and leaves, how romantic? We saw that, trying to come and see, we didn't expect you to be here at all. What was this? You stayed here and didn't leave? What were you doing?"

Someone else laughed and said, "He might think that if he killed the enemy of Jianlu, he would have no enemies."

"The new Qianlong Sixty-six, are you so stupid? Hahaha..." Everyone laughed: "You have received two black and white bounties and killed so many people. I really think you have no enemies!"

Han Wubing finally spoke: "I'm waiting for someone."

"Wait for us hahaha..."

"It was just killing some insects. I didn't expect that even this matter would be recorded... It attracted others, but I didn't expect it in advance." Han Wubing said slowly: "But Han himself lost his mind and had nothing to do with the person I made. Since I made an appointment with him, I have to wait."

Everyone's smile slowly disappeared, and everyone was incredible: "It's just because you made an appointment with someone? Waiting for someone here?"

"good."

"Even if you die here?"

"Then die here."

"What if the person you made an appointment didn't come at all? Don't you regret it later?"

"That's because he lost his trust, not me. Why do you regret it?"

People's eyes have changed a little, some people disdain and some people appreciate it.

But whether it is disdain or appreciation, the enemy is the enemy, and he will never stop because of this appreciation.

The atmosphere was stern again.

…………

Less than ten miles away, on a must-pass path to Gujian Lake, several people sat by the bamboo forest chatting and fucking.

The sound of horse hooves came from far away, and everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they all pulled out their long swords and stood up.

Wherever the smoke and dust rose, Zhao Changhe's clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with fresh blood. He rode his horse.

Seeing the person blocking in front of him, Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment and stood up and looked at him.

The person in front of him sighed: "You are really here..."

"Um."

"Why are you coming?"

“Appointment with someone.”

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds, and the other party cursed: "Are you a fucking fool? I really send this for a few things. How many life-and-death battles have you fought along the way? Look at the blood on your body, and the energy is not breathing. Do you really think you are a god who came down to earth to pass the hurdles and kill?"

Zhao Changhe dismounted silently and patted the black slut. The black slutched into the bamboo forest with a very spiritual smoke.

Zhao Changhe stood quietly with his sword on his back and sighed: "You should know mine..."

"I know? I know, I'm just saying you are a smart person, what's the result? What's the use of spreading a little smoke? If you block the ancient sword lake, you can block you, just like when you sent Cui Yuanyang! If you don't come, you'll be done. Don't you understand this!"

Zhao Changhe said: "Because Master Xue's identity is not stupid and waiting everywhere for half a month. If he does this, he will definitely have no status and status, and I can handle it."

The person who came twitched his lips: "Will you scold me again?"

Zhao Changhe continued to sigh: "It's just that I really don't want to bump into you on such occasions."

"Oh, I also used honorific words."

"I don't fucking want to fight with you. Wouldn't you hide and support me?"

Sun Hengchuan: “…”

The Blood God Sect members on the edge also had a little cold sweat on their foreheads.

Zhao Changhe looked around the church members opposite and said strangely: "Why are you leading the team in this scene?"

Sun Hengchuan said: "It was my boss, Guardian Ding, who led the team, but as soon as he arrived, he was called to do chores by Saint Xia, so I led the team here."

"Oh, then you really can't beat me... If you lead the team, I really don't want to fight. Let me discuss it and let me go?"

Sun Hengchuan laughed angrily: "How much do you have? How can I not know? You also want to beat me, you just laugh..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes bulged.

Zhao Changhe held a four-foot broad sword in one hand and pointed to the right.

One person and one knife blocked the entire road tightly.

With the undry blood on his body, the momentum was as straight as a dragon and tiger, and just looking at it was breathtaking.

Sun Hengchuan was stupid. Are you a knife or a door panel? Is this knife usable with one hand?

"I'm the fourth level, not the third level I reported a while ago. My sword is different from what you thought. The shape has changed, and the sword path is even more like the same thing." Zhao Changhe said slowly: "Teacher, it is said that you are also the fourth level, not I boast about it. So far, no opponent in the same realm has ever been through the three-way match under my sword. I suggest you don't try it."

Sun Hengchuan: “…”

Finally, a Blood God Cultist was impatient: "You are so tired that you didn't even breathe. You have been exhausted and you have been out of ammunition and food. You are still pretending to be here, so you can surrender!"

As he spoke, he slashed with a diagonal slash and hit Zhao Changhe's left shoulder.

Zhao Changhe looked at him coldly and rushed over, until the moment the knife was about to come, he suddenly moved.

The wrists of the church were suddenly grabbed tightly, as if they were sent to him to grab them. The next moment, the dragon bird roared and stopped on his neck, sticking to his flesh and not moving.

The Blood God Sect is silent.

This power, this speed, this control.

The mold is still the Blood God Sword Technique, but it seems that it is almost impossible to recognize it.

Sun Hengchuan's eyes became very complicated. Even if he saw the brush many times, even if he heard the rumor of the world, he was always a young man who taught himself step by step, and it was not as exaggerated as other people's legends... Deep down, he still thought that he could capture this young man alive, and then go back to plead for mercy and let the leader let him go...

Until today, he is discovering, where is this still the impression in his heart?

Zhao Changhe is actually a new star in the world who has experienced many battles. He is like a rain of people under the long sword. The Qianlong List has never been a fame. At the same level, if you can do things that others cannot do, that is Qianlong...

Sun Hengchuan felt like he was beaten by his father when he grew up, but he felt very proud. This mood was extremely complicated.

Zhao Changhe let go of the sword and pushed the sect back: "The Blood God Cult has no grudge against me, but it has the grace of taking in it. The so-called grudge between me and the Blood God Cult is nothing more than Fang Buping. Even if the teaching is not here, I am unwilling to kill other Blood God Cult members. Zhao Changhe said this, I hope you can convey the words of Master Xue. Let me leave here."

The words were faint, and the people had already risen to fly over the heads of everyone. The black horse rushed out of the bamboo forest. Zhao Changhe turned over and fell down, and happened to sit on the horse's back. In the blink of an eye, the people and horses left, leaving dust and smoke.

On the bank of the sword lake, Han Wubing's broken sword was already covered in blood.

The person was injured and the sword was broken. He was defeated by the few. Many people were still killed under his sword. The besieged enemies were a little scared, but they knew that such people must not be allowed to escape.

His sword was too fast, and almost no one was his enemy in one fight.

If he doesn't take advantage of this moment, he will be everyone's nightmare in the future.
To be continued...