The next morning.

There was no sunshine, only a lot of fog covered the blood-filled snow battlefield. The two sides strangled for a whole night and finally decided to decide the outcome in the early morning. In the end, although the demon clan had strong combat power, after the opponent paid the heavy price of the 5,000 heroic souls being dispersed, most of the demon clan's iron cavalry was killed. If they continued to fight, the demon clan would have to be wiped out.

“Retreat…”

A demon general frowned and said, "It's meaningless to continue fighting. We can't reach the Great Wall of Fusu just by ourselves."

"hateful!"

A female demon general holding a spear gritted her teeth and said, "Lin Xingchu's layout is really abominable. Millions of heroic spirits guard the mountains and rivers. It's really a pity that she can think of it!"

"Send the order and retreat from the small road behind the mountain one after another!"

"yes!"

...

To the northeast of Luoxia Valley, a mountain path covered with snow was extremely narrow, and the narrowest position could not even accommodate three iron cavalry. On this path, I was killed all night, and the exhausted demon brigade was slowly retreating. However, in the snow, a young man who had just eaten and drunk enough, and as soon as the demon cavalry arrived, he took action.

"Peng!"

Under a majestic punch, an injured demon cavalry flew out on the spot, and his head was smashed.

Take action is a killer move!

"Human warrior!"

Several cavalrymen rushed over together, with their spears in their hands stinging posture.

The boy on the snow suddenly jumped up and punched the air. The second demon cavalry's head was smashed and hit the mountain wall on one side. The boy's body swirled in the air, and another punch and kick killed the other two demon cavalry.

"Not good!"

Someone in the demon clan roared: "This kid is a martial artist in the middle of the fifth level. If you go with me, the few people will die!"

But the mountain road is narrow and it is impossible to rush up.

After the young man punched dozens of demon cavalrymen in succession, his fists were covered with blood, but they were all the other party's blood. These demon cavalrymen who were exhausted and exhausted and exhausted, really could not pose any threat to him.

"no!"

A demon centurion gritted his teeth and said, "You can't let this kid stop our retreat, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. Let the warriors of our clan from the fifth level come to kill him as quickly as possible!"

In the wind, the sixth-level demon cultivator came with the wind and slashed Lin Zhao's neck with a fierce sword.

However, this person is just a spiritual practitioner, not a sword practitioner.

The boy on the snow smiled slightly, and the gust of horse wind suddenly activated, and at the same time, he ignited a speed talisman. His body suddenly appeared behind the other party and punched him hard on the back of the head. The demon master groaned, fell to the ground and turned around and swung his sword. However, his eyes swayed, and his throat was pierced by a silver flying sword.

"Sword...Sword Cultivator!?"

Before his death, he was filled with shock.

Lin Zhao took Mingyue back into Yunjian Lake and continued to punch, smashing the horsemen who were trying to pass through the valley with one punch, and they all made dead hands, showing no mercy at all.

There are two things in the boy's mind.

The first thing is to intercept the demon cavalry at the end of his strength. If you can kill one more person, no matter which of the four northern tribes is the mortal enemy of the human race. You don’t have to show mercy when facing a mortal enemy. If you kill one more person, you may die one less person in the human race.

The second thing is that Lin Zhao intercepted the demon cavalry on the way to retreat, and curbed the opponent's escape route. Today is cloudy. The heroic souls of the Xia clan soldiers in Luoxia Valley can be chased out and killed all of this demon army without leaving any. In this way, he can accumulate some favors from the Xia clan hero souls in Luoxia Valley, and then the things entrusted by the peach blossom demon Han Yurou will be easier to handle.

...

So, until the morning when Lin Zhao's fists seemed to be fished out of blood. Only a few hundred of the demons escaped from the flanks of the mountains and most of them were chased. Just when Lin Zhao was exhausted, a large number of Xia tribe heroic cavalry galloped over and over the mountains.

The general with a sword hanging on his waist turned over and dismounted with an extremely respectful expression. He clasped his fists at Lin Zhao: "Diet, the Xia tribe Bailu City, the commander of the Yanyang Legion, Zhang Xicheng, thank you for the young hero's interception. If there was no young hero's interception, we would not have almost wiped out this demon army. I dare to ask, who is the young hero and where is it from?"

Lin Zhao also clasped his fists: "Lin Zhao comes from Tianchi Town on Tianchi Lake in the snowy land, and is a descendant of the Great Chen Dynasty."

"oh?"

Zhang Xicheng's face was very blurry, but he still smiled very cheerfully: "People from the Great Chen Dynasty in Yanzhou? So they are their own people~~~"

"Um."

Lin Zhao nodded.

“There’s nothing to entertain.”

Zhang Xicheng smiled awkwardly and said, "We are all evil things. We can't get along with the young hero for a long time, and we are not qualified to treat guests with warm wine and pork. Please forgive me. We are so embarrassed..."

Lin Zhao smiled slightly: "Why do you have to be so polite sir? Actually, I have some selfish intentions to intercept the demon legion here. I want to do a favor and find the adult, please do me a favor."

"oh?"

Zhang Xicheng was stunned and said, "What is the young hero asking for?"

"Finding someone for me."

"Who?"

"one……"

Lin Zhao frowned and lowered his voice: "A man who recognizes a woman named Han Yurou, heard that she was a general, died in battle and never returned, so Han Yurou waited for him until she was killed, and eventually turned into a peach tree and turned into a peach blossom demon. He refined the bronze mirror into a bronze mirror lake, and was still waiting for it."

“…”

Zhang Xicheng is muddy.

Lin Zhao was surprised.

"You wait..."

Zhang Xicheng waved his hand at the soldiers behind him and said, "Go back to the camp, I'll say a few more words to the young hero here."

Many heroic warriors turned around one after another.

...

Zhang Xicheng turned around, and his blurry eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Lin Zhao frowned: "You can't be that person, right?"

“That’s right.”

Zhang Xicheng trembled all over and said, "She... she is really waiting for me?"

"Um."

Lin Zhao said: "When I passed by Tongjing Lake, I met her and was almost harmed by two monks. What the two monks asked for seemed to be your sword, and there was a general's courage in the sword. Is that true?"

"Um!"

Zhang Xicheng's eyes were vaguely in tears: "I dare to ask the young hero, Tongjing Lake... in which direction?"

Lin Zhao gently stretched out his hand and pointed it straight to the north.

Zhang Xicheng, a young general who has been through many battles and has been guarding the human territory for hundreds of years after his death, looked tearful. He turned to kneel to the north and knelt on one knee, and tears rolled in tears and said, "Yu Rou, I will never... I will never go back..."

Lin Zhao couldn't help but feel a sore nose.

"Why?"

He asked, "Why can't you go back?"

Zhang Xicheng knelt on one knee, looking north, and cried: "I died in Luoxia Valley during my lifetime. Tens of thousands of corpses were in chaos. I could no longer tell who was with whom. This place was thousands of miles away from my hometown. I set off at night and would return to the burial place by myself during the day, so... no matter how hard I tried, I could not get to her side..."

As he said that, Zhang Xicheng suddenly stood up and grabbed Lin Zhao's palm: "Young hero...Young hero, I beg you... Since I can't go, can she come? Please bring Yu Rou to me. I have been missing her very much for hundreds of years..."

"I'm afraid it's not possible."

Lin Zhao shook his head and said, "Man moves to live, tree moves to die. Now Han Yurou is just a peach blossom demon, let alone... She has refined her natal bronze mirror into a bronze mirror lake. Like you, she has already taken root in the bronze mirror lake, and it is impossible for her to go far."

Zhang Xicheng clenched his fist and was completely disappointed.

"but……"

Lin Zhao frowned.

"But what?" Zhang Xicheng asked.

"Before, she didn't know your life or death, nor her whereabouts, at least now."

He looked at Zhang Xicheng and said, "If you want, you can write a letter and bring it to her when I return."

"well!"

Zhang Xicheng hurriedly said, "In the camp, the handsome tent has a strong yin energy. I won't invite the young hero to come over. I will write it now... I will write it here..."

"Um!"

In nearly half an hour, Zhang Xicheng wrote a pile of letters as thick as paper. It has been hundreds of years. God knows how much he has accumulated in his heart and wants to say to Han Yurou.

Lin Zhao put a stack of paper into the bamboo box, but did not go to see it, but just clasped his fists at Zhang Xicheng and said, "I will definitely bring it!"

Zhang Xicheng's eyes were filled with tears: "Young hero, I can't go to her place... Yurou has nothing to do, so I can only ask the young hero. This world is dangerous, she is a weak woman..."

"Don't worry, General."

Lin Zhao smiled slightly: "There will be nothing on her side. I have arranged everything. If you believe me, please relax."

"good!"

Zhang Xicheng knelt on one knee and clasped his fists at Lin Zhao: "I am a dead person, how can I repay the young hero's rebirth?"
To be continued...