Bai Luofeng waited for several days, and the food committee in the cell was really hard to swallow. The winter snow in the north of Dayu has finally fallen, and it should not cool people's hearts.

It is difficult to see the beauty of the world and the selfless jade of thousands of homes, and only a few ice flowers are pitiful and melt into a few drops of ice beads in prison. He could hear literati and writers celebrating on the street across several streets, chanting poems and splashing ink all night long, the whole world was white, and a good day in the world was better than the joy of the fairies.

Bai Luofeng's fingertips shook a little bit of crystal, and he stretched out his tongue and licked his mouth carefully, as if drinking the elixir jade dew leaning against the wall and closing his eyes to enjoy.

There is a pagoda in the dark world that is gradually clear, and the white fox with the clavicle nailed in the tower is lying on the ground whimpering, he wants to reach out to soothe it all over his body, but it is like touching the mirror and the water and the moon are unpredictable.

The corners of Bai Luofeng's eyes, which had been dry, were leisurely moist, and suddenly he couldn't wait for Xiao Xizhi to play a song beside him: Who forgets the love of the red dust, and tears of lovesickness and snow enter the intestines. The people of Hongyan Allure are still there, and since then the mountains and rivers have been separated.

Six hundred years, I still failed you after all.

"Falling wind, falling phoenix ......" A knife-like cold face shone beside the flickering candle flame, and he rustled and leaned on the iron fence tiredly, and struggled to untie the unbuckle tied to his chest and spread out the cloth brocade, which was Bai Luofeng's sword and ink.

Bai Luofeng heard someone call him, shook off his tight legs and crawled over, recognized Tang Wuye when he landed, ignored the abnormality in it with mixed feelings for a while, and excitedly hugged and cried with joy: "Wuye, how do you know that I am here?"

"Luofeng, sword, I brought it. Tang Wuye pressed the hilt of the sword and didn't pick it up for a long time, his complexion was as pale as the snow that had just fallen.

"Midnight, what's wrong with you!" Bai Luofeng noticed something unusual, and immediately let go of his hand to look, and suddenly found that he had a huge pool of blood stains printed on his chest, and he was shocked and hurriedly raised his eyes to Tang Wuye's body, and the black mark similar to the color of cloth leather came into view through the faint light.

Tang Wuye swallowed his breath, his hand stained with dirt and scars was as light as a feather pressing on the back of Bai Luofeng's hand, signaling him to quickly take the sword: "Luofeng... There is no time... I'm listening... The Chin Cha received an order today... Escort you into Beijing to ask for beheading... I've dealt with all the jailers outside... Before they found out, they escaped with their swords. ”

Bai Luofeng couldn't listen to a word, he grabbed Tang Wuye's shoulder and couldn't suppress his anger, grinding his teeth and gouging his teeth: "Tell me, who is it! Who hurt you like this!"

"Luofeng!" Tang Wuye wanted to stop Bai Luofeng, who was about to lose his mind, and tried to hold back the severe pain and grinned comfortably: "You escape, I will arrive later, don't forget that your light skills are not as good as mine..."

"You lied to me!" Bai Luofeng drew his sword and slashed open the prison door, anxiously and cautiously helped Tang Wuye to carry his back on his back, and his voice began to become high and low: "Okay, don't talk, when we escape, you tell me who bullied you, I will beat him to death for you!"

Tang Wuye listened to the angry words like a child fighting, and his ruthless face finally thawed: Hey, this person has not changed.

"You must not sleep! You said that the life of this life is mine, and I will never let you go if I don't earn back my capital!" Bai Luofeng didn't hear Tang Wuye's voice for a long time, and he was anxious.

His back was getting colder and colder, and he couldn't tell whether it was Bai Luofeng's sweat or Tang Wuye's blood.

The swordsman who had proudly said that one step and two Kunlun suddenly felt that the narrow prison passage without five fingers was 108,000 miles, and no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up with the speed at which the king of Hades crossed Tang Wuye's name in the book of life and death.

"Luo Feng, forget it. My heart has been broken, even if it is the hand of the divine doctor..."Tang Wuye pushed weakly, trying to break away from Bai Luofeng's arms.

"Shut up!" Bai Luofeng burst into tears, "Let's go to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers... Blind... There must be a way for a blind man! Even if you want to use dragon tendon and phoenix blood... I'll kill one too!"

The light in front of him suddenly appeared, and the two figures broke through the darkness and stood on the bluestone steps, and Bai Luofeng, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped and froze in place.

A few paces away, a black cloud pressed down on the soldier with his hand.

At the head of their line was a leader in a bronze helmet.

The commander crossed his hands under his armpits and laughed indulgently in front of his abdomen: "Bai Luofeng, I didn't expect it! The emperor specially allowed the dispatch of some troops of the five military camps to guard this place in order to be foolproof, in order to wipe out all the rebellious ministers and thieves!"

Tang Wuye's eyes wiped despair, and he struggled to get off the ground and tried his best to persuade him: "Luofeng, put me down! Run, run!"

Bai Luofeng coldly looked around at the army that surrounded them, and instantly tore the cloth that had wrapped Mo Ming in an instant into a long belt, tightly binding himself and Tang Wuye.

His white pupils were congested, his blood was boiling, his joints were rubbing.

"In this world, there is no Bai Luofeng who escapes alone. ”

A sword, a long drive.

Two swords, swing clear.

Three swords, open the way.

Four Swords......

......

Splattered human blood covered his eyes, the earth-shattering sound of murder covered his ears, and the swordsman's hand was unconscious, swinging the sword only on instinct. There are constantly fierce pawns pouring in all around, and cold guns and arrows like the sand of the Ganges River are rising one after another.

Bai Luofeng didn't know how many more people he had to kill, and he didn't know which direction to live, the two of them had a sword, and they were only shadows, like a rampaging and helpless fish in the vast deep sea.

A broadsword broke through the air and slashed, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to cut down a fatal knife on the dying Tang Wuye. The knife fell silently, but it sank into an arm. Before the person wielding the knife could react to what was going on, the knife was too late to be pulled out and fight again, and his belly suddenly became cold, and his vision darkened forever.

The minced meat crumbled into dregs stuck to everyone's face, and the five military battalions finally understood their fear, and they slowly bent their knees and arched their waists, and the tip of their knives slowly retreated towards the fugitives.

The white phoenix in the crowd was scattered, and he lifted the knife embedded in his arm with iron blood. The iron clattered to the ground, and the broken arm was like a dead branch shaking in the wind. The remaining hand that could hold the sword tore off his turban and tied it into a dead knot with his mouth, and he silently told everyone present that he would never let go of his sword unless he broke his wrist!

"Wuye, do a good job! Let you see my skills today!" Bai Luofeng smiled, how sunny his smile was, it seemed that it was not the heavy armor that stood in the way, but the unimpeded avenue to the sky.

The snow fell, and the blinding blood was splashed on the icy ground, which was more beautiful than a cut of plum blossoms praised by the world.

The swordsman decided to take a gamble, and Mo Ming was faintly excited. He moved his steps, the sword was raised to the height of his forehead, and the tip of the sword was focused on one place - the broken yellow spring appeared, whether it was life or death, resigned to fate!

The sword momentum is rising higher and higher in the stalemate, and I don't know how many more people died under this sword.

However, the soldiers were undaunted, and they suddenly cleared a path, but unfortunately this path was not to let Bai Luofeng leave—the neat archers set up their bows and spread out quickly, and a hundred sharp cloud-piercing arrows were pointed straight at the center.

Bai Luofeng looked at the taut arrow strings, his body couldn't help but stiffen, and cold sweat broke out in his palms instantly, but the smile on his face was even brighter: "Wuye, do you guess that their arrows are faster or my sword is faster?"

At this moment, Tang Wuye, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to return to the light, and every word was extremely clear: "Luofeng, please tell my mother on my behalf when I go out, Wuye has never been bullied by others in his life." ”

Bai Luofeng's heart sank, expecting that something bad was about to happen, and immediately wanted to hug Tang Wuye with his backhand, but suddenly his palm was empty, and his voice was instantly ethereal. He struggled to turn around, but his shoulders were struggling violently, and the distance between Tang Wuye, who had cut the strip of cloth and separated him, kept increasing, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it farther and farther away, and regretted to do something else.

"Bai Luofeng, my mother and I owe you a favor, and Tang Wuye will definitely pay it off in the next life. Tang Wuye smiled with satisfaction as he looked at his friend who was quickly gone, and with that palm, he used all his strength to block the blood in his throat and spew out the ground. He desperately pressed the mouth of his blood-soaked heart, and did not retract his arrogance until death, and pounced on the cold light arrow.

At the gate of the Imperial Prison, there is one person who is against thousands of emperors' elite soldiers.

That person is an eight-armed tarantula that spreads all over the country, known as "the blood-red sky never sleeps"!

The commander of the army was in a panic, hiding behind his subordinates and shouting: "Release the arrows!

The rain of arrows penetrated the mortal body, and for the first time in his life, he understood: it turned out that if there was too much blood, he would not feel pain.

Mother, my son is here to accompany you.

A teardrop turned into a hail of ice and dispersed into the air.

In the chaos of arrows, a roar shook the Senluo Palace, Tang Wuye's body exploded with a bang, and his blood condensed into needles and nails and shot in all directions.

On this day, no one in the rivers and lakes knows that there is a "rainstorm pear flower" made of flesh in the world!