Corpses are strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood are flowing!

More than 100 Qingyun riders, and now there are only less than ten people who have survived, even Shi Ye Jianxiang has also died in the charge just now.

Centered on the place where Leng Qianshi stood, nearly 100 meters around it have been stained red with blood, like a hell on earth.

Including Bai Le, everyone else was also injured, and after seeing Leng Qianshi killed, almost everyone fell to the spot in a pool of blood, and they didn't even have the strength to move.

A full quarter of an hour passed, and the remaining Qingyun rode slowly up in silence, standing in a pool of blood, silently saluting the corpses of their companions.

Although the remaining less than ten people were also embarrassed, the solemnity revealed at this moment was undoubtedly enough to move anyone.

Looking at this scene, Bai Le and Yang Peng were silent for a moment, and they also struggled to get up and bowed together with Qingyun Ride.

Leng Qianshi was finally killed by Bai Le, but in fact, no matter who knows it, the biggest heroes are still these Qingyun Riders who are not afraid of death and are willing to use their lives to stop the blood sacrifice.

If they hadn't delayed Leng Qianshi with their lives, Bai Le wouldn't have survived to the end at all.

Of course, for Qingyun Qi, they are also grateful to Yang Peng and Bai Le.

Because, everything Bai Le did finally made their sacrifice not in vain, helping them defend the reputation and belief of Qingyun Ride!

This battle is the result of everyone's concerted efforts.

No matter who is missing, there will be no final victory.

In contrast, the mustard between each other before has long since disappeared.

"Brother Yang, I am in a hurry to obey the power, I didn't have time to get permission, and now the original thing is returned!"

With a twist of his wrist and holding the Qiu Hong sword in his hand, Bai Le thought about Yang Peng bowing slightly, and said softly.

Although according to his heart, Bai Le was also reluctant to ask for Qiu Hongjian, but if he directly asked for Qiu Hongjian because of the credit for killing Leng Qianshi, Bai Le couldn't do anything.

Picking up the Qiuhong sword in Bai Le's hand, Yang Peng's eyes rolled, and he returned the sword directly to the sheath, "Brother Bai, I think this sword is actually very suitable for you." ”

Holding the sword in his hand, Yang Peng said slowly with an expression that I knew you were reluctant to return, "You also saw it before, although the Qiuhong sword is good, it also has a bit of a pearl in my hand." ”

His eyelids jumped slightly, Bai Le looked at Yang Peng and asked, "Brother Yang means to give me the sword?"

"Tsk, yes, Brother Bai, your shameless demeanor is quite like when I was young. Rolling his eyes, Yang Peng said with disdain.

Spreading his hands, Bai Le said helplessly, "In that case, Brother Yang said this, does it mean that I want to envy you for having such a good sword?"

“...... Hey, I said, I didn't see it before, your mouth is so poisonous. Snorted angrily, Yang Peng followed and said, "In a word, tell me who the master brother is, why don't I give you this Qiuhong sword?"

His heart jumped suddenly, but Bai Le still didn't understand on the surface, "What kind of master brother, Brother Yang might as well make it clearer, if I know, I must know everything." ”

"Bai Le, let me tell you, don't play tricks with me!" snorted lightly, Yang Peng hooked his shoulders and grabbed Bai Le, lowered his voice and asked, "It's just a master in green clothes, I won't hide it from you, we originally met in Pingshui, we didn't know each other, how could I risk my life to save you." ”

"We've all been rescued by that brother before, and promised him to keep you safe...... In this way, you still have to say, don't you know who the master brother is?"

There was a wry smile in his heart, and Bai Le couldn't help but have a headache.

The so-called master brother is himself at all, but can he still tell Yang Peng about this?

At the beginning, it was just a casual remark, who would have thought that this Yang Peng not only took it seriously, but also wanted to track down his origin and identity so persistently.

"What kind of master in Tsing Yi? I don't know what this senior is called, Bai Le must personally thank you. Looking at Yang Peng, Bai Le said seriously.

“...... Bai Le, let me tell you, we can be regarded as a lifelong friendship now, right? " Glaring at Bai Le with a dissatisfied face, Yang Peng asked angrily.

"Brother Yang, it's not that I don't want to say it...... If I knew this kind of master, I would have asked him to help me a long time ago, and I would have been chased and hid in Tibet, and I almost died here. Without blinking his eyes, Bai Le's lies came from his mouth.

It's not that he wants to deceive Yang Peng, it's really a matter of Tongtian Demon Gong, and the involvement is too big, he can't trust anyone at all.

"You really don't know?" Seeing that Bai Le didn't seem to be a fake, Yang Peng himself couldn't help but hesitate a little.

"I really don't know!" Shaking his head, Bai Le replied solemnly.

Rolling his eyes a little dejectedly, Yang Peng casually threw the Qiu Hong Sword to Bai Le.

Subconsciously caught Qiu Hong's sword, Bai Le couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, "Brother Yang, who are you?"

Snorted angrily, Yang Peng replied impatiently, "Wasting my expression, you really don't know anything about feelings, a broken sword, is it really rare for me?"

“......”

A broken sword?!

Such a Qiuhong sword, even if it is in the spirit weapon, I am afraid that it can be regarded as a top-grade, and I don't know how many people will break their heads when they take it out, but in Yang Peng's mouth, it has become a broken sword.

Can you be a little more tyrant?

"My old man said, when can I make this sword spiritual, I can find him to repair the sword! It's a pity, I've been carrying it for more than ten years, and it hasn't reacted at all, but it's you, just as soon as you get it, this broken sword is the same as recognizing the master, such a broken sword without conscience, what do I keep it for?"

Looking at Qiu Hongjian with disgust, Yang Peng said disdainfully.

"......" Hearing this, Bai Le wanted to vomit blood even more.

You don't know the way of the sword yourself, and you can't attract the spirituality of the sword itself, what does it have to do with the sword itself......? Is there anything more bizarre than this one?

"But ......"

"No, but!" Waving his hand, Yang Peng said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I don't have any talent for sword cultivation when I see me, my old man's set, I can't learn it, it's only serious to ask him for a few life-saving treasures." ”

"It's too precious. Bai Le still wanted to refuse.

"Hey, I said, Bai Le, why are you so mother-in-law, like a woman!" snorted dissatisfiedly, Yang Peng said, "Friends have the righteousness of wealth, what is a sword? If you get any treasures suitable for me in the future, just give them to me!"

"Unless you don't recognize me as a friend at all, don't talk nonsense to me. ”

Rolling his eyes, Yang Peng said categorically.