dark night.

I can't see my fingers.

The far west.

In a dilapidated hut.

Zhang Sloppy suddenly woke up from his nightmare, sat up, was in a daze for a moment, then got out of bed and lit the oil lamp on the table.

The sleeve on his right arm is empty, showing how earth-shattering the battle a year ago was.

The swordsman lost his arm and fell off a cliff and disappeared.

Zhang Slutty did not die after all. He barely managed to save his life with his strong will to survive.

Unfortunately, the hand holding the sword was severed, and the meridians and the five sacred treasures in the body were also severely damaged. Although he saved his life, his cultivation level was also reduced.

This is also the reason why Zhang Sulu has never returned to the Central Plains.

He knew that as long as he showed up, the scholar in Tianyu Palace would probably notice something. In this Western Region, almost nothing could be hidden from the scholar's eyes.

"Brother Zhang?"

At this moment, outside the room, a woman walked quickly, opened the door and walked in. She asked with concern, "Has the injury recurred again?"

The woman lived next door, and when she noticed the lights on Jian Chi's side, she immediately got out of bed and came over to ask.

"No."

In the wooden house, Zhang Sloppy shook his head and replied, "I had a dream, so I woke up."

"Brother Zhang, are you homesick?" The woman looked at the sloppy man in front of her and said softly.

"Home?"

Zhang Sloppy was stunned for a moment, and a certain boy's face that deserved a beating flashed subconsciously in his mind, and then he nodded slightly and said, "A little bit, indeed."

"Brother Zhang's injury hasn't healed yet. Let's wait for some time."

The woman said with concern, "In a few days, I will go to the town to buy some herbs to treat Brother Zhang's injuries."

"No."

Zhang Slutty looked calm and said, "I will be leaving in the next few days."

"So anxious?"

The woman was surprised and said, "But Brother Zhang's injury has not recovered yet."

"It's okay."

Zhang Slutty said softly, "My injury won't heal in a while, and it's useless to delay it any longer."

"But."

The woman looked anxious and was about to say something else when she was interrupted.

"Thank you for taking care of me these days. The younger members of the family are still waiting. I can't feel relieved. I really have to leave." Zhang Slutty looked at the woman in front of him and said seriously.

The woman's face changed. She wanted to stop him, but she didn't know what to say. After a long while, she sighed softly and said, "When are you going to leave, Brother Zhang?"

"Tomorrow or"

Zhang Suluo had just said half a sentence when his body suddenly trembled and he looked towards the east with a look of shock on his face.

what happened?

The sword intent he left on that girl!

Li Yuan.

Inner courtyard.

Huang Quan, Hongzhu's shocked eyes.

The moment Hei Feng strikes at Li Youwei, the sword-mad man who buried his sword in the past suddenly explodes now.

The sword is like a torrent.

It is majestic and endless, shaking the heaven and earth.

Visible to the naked eye, the sword energy surged out of Li Youwei's body, with unparalleled sword pressure, cutting through the entire night.

Within a short distance, Black Wind wanted to escape, but it was already too late.

At the critical moment, Heifeng used all his true energy to protect his vital points with all his strength.

"ah!"

Thousands of sword energy passed through Heifeng's body one after another, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood flowers, which was shocking to the world and shocking to the people.

"boom!"

The sword energy impacted, and the black wind figure flew out, collapsing the high wall in the courtyard, covering his body with blood, and it was extremely miserable.

Outside the inner courtyard, Heifeng staggered to steady his figure, turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

When Huang Quan saw this, he immediately chased after him.

"Stop chasing."

Hongzhu said in a deep voice, "Youwei's safety is important. You are not as fast as him and you can't catch up."

Moreover, no one knows if the royal family has any other back-ups. Compared with Youwei's safety, nothing else is important.

When Huang Quan heard this, he stopped and looked at the man in black who was walking away, his eyes full of anger.

Under the porch.

A trace of blood fell from Li Youwei's mouth. Apparently, Heifeng had just taken action and was still injured.

Ordinary people are too fragile in front of the great cultivators of the Five Realms. If Jian Chi hadn't buried the sword, Li Youwei's injury today would have been more than just spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Hongzhu stepped forward, stretched out her hand to check his pulse, then handed over a pill and said, "Youwei, take it."

"Um."

Li Youwei nodded, took the elixir, and drank it.

"How is the eldest lady's injury?" Huang Quan asked with concern.

"It's nothing serious, just rest for a few days." Hongzhu replied.

"What now?"

Huang Quan breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"What else can I do? Inform the landlord and fight tooth for tooth!" Hongzhu's eyes flashed with anger and she said coldly.

Outside Li Garden.

Black Wind staggered away.

He was covered in blood and seriously injured.

Not knowing if anyone was chasing him from behind, Heifeng didn't dare to stop and ran away towards the palace as hard as he could.

He knew that as long as he entered the palace, he would be safe.

On the street.

So quiet.

The black wind figure passed by so fast.

As Hongzhu said, the speed of black wind cannot be matched by the underworld.

but.

Just because Huang Quan can't catch up doesn't mean others can't.

The end of the street.

When Heifeng hurriedly ran for his life, an ancient sword flew through the air and blocked the front with a loud bang.

Awesome and righteous, surging and surging.

Heifeng looked shocked and immediately changed direction, not daring to stop.

However.

Just as Black Wind was about to escape, the surrounding world suddenly became as heavy as a quagmire, and the awe-inspiring righteousness filled the air, blocking its retreat.

Normally, such a move might not be able to trap Hei Feng, but now that Hei Feng was seriously injured and his strength was severely restricted, facing the cage that locked the world, his pace was obviously slower.

This is enough.

In the dark night, a young figure dressed in Confucian robes came with murderous intent, and the coldness in his eyes made people shudder.

Heifeng obviously recognized the person in front of him, and his expression changed.

The wind rises.

Bai Wangyu moved and reached out to pull out the Taiyi Sword on the ground. The true energy around his body rushed into Shenzang, and his cultivation level was fully activated.
To be continued...