Xie Jun and his servants were riddled with wounds and bloody flesh. But like evil ghosts, they swayed in the blood flowing all over the ground and stood up again. Their faces were covered, and their ragged clothes were no longer enough to cover their bodies.

His body and face were a mixture of bright red and pitch black. The blade of the sword had been soaked in blood and dimmed. Only his eyes, through the cover of blood and blood, shined as sharp as an eagle.

"The sixteenth time." He said, "Except for one death, I owe nothing else."

All the voices watching the battle fell silent. There were no more shouts or even whispers. Everyone stared blankly at the still bleeding body, horrified and horrified, as if they were looking at being tortured in hell.

The evil ghost - no one thought he was still a human being.

Even Zhao Haijun was a little stunned. He didn't understand what power allowed this person to persist until now. Every time he felt that he was about to win, every time he felt that this was the final victory, Xie Junhe always supported him.

Holding his shaky body, he stood up and regained his balance.

Zhao Haijun unconsciously took two steps back - the chivalrous heart is not dead, he understands. If Xie Junhe can hold on until now, he must have a sword move that can win. Although it seems that a gust of wind and sand can knock him down.

.

"Without roots and dust, you can stretch out when you surrender. The energy sinks with the heart and flows through the universe. It is as stable as a rock and moves like a strong wind. The great road rectifies the heart and heaven and man are one." At this moment, in Xie Junhe's consciousness, only a few words like this were left.

The words kept rolling. All the pain had been taken away, and all the troubles had receded. There was only one thought: I couldn't die, I had to take Xuehai away! He knew that the only way to get out of danger was

.

He looked at his sword and the hand holding it, and suddenly, an idea flashed through him.

Still, the sharp broken sword swept past. Still, the sweeping sword transformed into a wheel. Still, it fought back desperately like a tiger. Still, the swords were tightly entangled, making the viewer worry that they would suddenly break. Everything seemed to be happening.

It happened again. But the strength of the broken sword was no longer as good as before.

"A dying struggle?" Zhao Haijun sneered, preparing for the final blow when he landed - this time it wouldn't be in the waist and abdomen, but would penetrate directly into his heart!

Suddenly, the broken sword rose into the air, but it no longer flew erratically, but shot out far away like an arrow, faster than the wind and more dazzling than lightning. This sword burst out with the reaction force of the sword being entangled.

Terrible power. Xie Junhe jumped, turned around and swooped down like a revengeful eagle.

Zhao Haijun was stunned for a moment - his vision was surrounded by a black halo. It was clear that a chill under his neck was so close to him - it was over, Xie Junhe found his flaw. This was like coming back from hell.

Of course, the evil spirit will not give him a chance to use the sword again.

But Zhao Haijun discovered that he was not dead. The tip of the sword lightly touched Zhao Haijun's scarf. A strand of black hair stayed on the edge of the blade. A strong wind blew up and swept it away. Xie Junhe's eyes were dim, and his whole body was in the wind.

It was gray and bloodless, as if all his blood had been drained and withered. "Solid as a rock, moving as fast as the wind." He had already understood.

Everyone watching the battle was silent in disbelief.

The disheveled Zhao Haijun had bloodshot eyes wide open, like a furious lion. He understood that Xie Junhe was showing mercy, even though before this sword attack, Zhao Haijun always only thought about killing Xie Junhe.

"Why don't you kill me?"

"Even if I kill you, I won't be able to leave."

"No matter what, you lose this game. The result - you win..." Zhao Haijun knew that he had the right time and location, and even the hearts of the people were against him. Xie Junhe had to die, but - he knew that today

He could not kill Xie Junhe, although his hands naturally still had infinite strength, but Xie Junhe could no longer withstand another blow.

"I can't lose, so I must live."

"For Chu Xuehai?"

Xie Junhe laughed it off.

"I'll let Chu Xuehai go."

The spectators looked at each other in shock. No one seemed to have thought that Zhao Haijun would give in so simply.

Under the strong wind, Xie Junhe finally staggered and fell to his knees.

A strong arm supported him - it was Zhao Haijun. Close at hand, Zhao Haijun clearly heard his heavy breathing and his pulse like a gossamer, and smiled: "Although I can't kill you, the Qi family will.

you."

"Thank you." No need to remind, Xie Junhe knew his situation, "Borrow a carriage, I will take Xuehai away..."

"Can you still drive a horse?"

"I promised her to send her back..." Breathing heavily, Xie Junhe declined any support and staggered forward with all his strength. Every step he took left shocking bloody footprints behind him.

Every wound on his body was bleeding, but he seemed to have numbed any pain.

"The carriage is parked outside the school grounds. Xue Hai is waiting for you in the car." Zhao Haijun stood on the spot and shouted to Xie Junhe. Suddenly he felt that his arrangement was too ironic.

"In the future, I will pay for the hatred of the Zhao family with my own life." His body could be blown down by the wind at any time, but his words were still ringing.

"That's all..." Zhao Haijun shook his head. Just let Xie Junhe leave like this? Thinking about the sixteen lives of the Zhao family that had been killed, he was extremely unwilling to do so. However, if he didn't let go, what could he get in exchange? "What happened back then?"

Xie Junhe died in this school." He smiled openly, "Chu Xuehai is a good girl, cherish your life!"

Xie Junhe just shook his head with a wry smile.

"Next time, if you still have the life to come to the snowy land, may I treat you to a drink?"

"Get drunk and then you'll rest!"

Behind him, Zhao Haijun's laughter was so hearty that it shook the earth. In front of him, the gate of the school ground was approaching, and the tall snow-white horse stamped its hooves anxiously, waiting to set off. A face as beautiful as a flower in the snow sea was leaning out of the car window,

Looking over here, I have never thought she was so beautiful.

"Xuehai..." He tried his best to appear as if nothing had happened and walked slowly and steadily.

But Xue Hai's face was suddenly ashen with shock, and in an instant, it was like pear blossoms and rain.

He realized that his appearance as a bloody man was really as scary as a ghost, and he stopped a little embarrassed. The scene in front of him gradually became blurred.

"Brother Junhe!" The heart-piercing cry penetrated the gray fog that covered his field of vision.

At the same time, another mournful cry came from the bottom of my heart across time and space.

"Susu..." Suddenly the world was spinning, and the whole body no longer had any strength left, and it was drifting up and down, like falling into the clouds.

A few drops of warmth fell on his cheeks - they must be tears. The girl Xuehai held his arm willfully, ignoring the warning of "three steps away" yesterday. She was glaring at Zhao Haijun, as if

enemy.

Xie Junhe stood up, leaned on the carriage, and said with a malicious smile: "Why are you crying? Don't make a scene like a dead person... Why don't you get in the car quickly? You don't want to leave?"

"Go! Of course we go!" She glared at Zhao Haijun again.

Zhao Haijun seemed to remember something, and took out a medicine bottle and handed it to Xue Hai: "You will need the medicine for injuries on the road."

"Don't worry, I will hold a grudge!" Xue Hai grabbed the medicine bottle and still supported Xie Junhe.

The sun was pale and silent, and the entire snowy area became quiet. There was no sound of wind or dust. Only the sound of horse hooves tapping on the ground was heard. Xie Junhe's mind gradually became confused, and he couldn't tell which one was real:
Chapter completed!