Aoki Aoki caught up in three or two steps, and saw that Tieju was beaten to death, he spat and scolded.

Kick the body over the side.

Turning around and trying to pursue Kui Yi, but he disappeared. He frowned and looked at the general trend in the field. He was a little wider. He winked at the two demons. The two demons raised their two staffs, and the fire immediately soared into the sky. When the fire started, a chair in tiger's skin was brought from people, and Dala la placed it in the square. When Aoki Xuan wiped out other sects, he always had to sit on this chair, watching the bodies pile up, and the fire and blood lights scattered everywhere. This was the arrival of victory, this was the expansion of power. He wanted to sit here and see a sect disappear. He wanted to sit here and enjoy the victory.

Biji Qingcheng was destroyed and Tiehou died tragically. Kui Yi didn't know that he was determined to rush down the mountain and made plans. However, the fire suddenly burst out from behind and he was fighting and leaving. Kui Yi's chaotic thoughts broke out. A long-standing past event that had been sealed for a long time

I remember that it was a big fire at that time. In Kui Yi's chaotic thoughts, the scene of his home being burned by his enemies that year. That year, Li Wuyi was still eating the public meal. Just like Qingcheng behind him, which was swallowed by the fire, there were fire, blood, throat and screams everywhere.

"Back on my back, avenge me." Hearing what his wife said to him in her last life, she didn't even have time to say goodbye. Her wife was already wielding her sword and fighting for the way she blew.

At that time, Kui Yi could no longer tell when he was. At one point, he thought that his dead son was on his back. He ran wildly, and did not know whether it was sweat or tears. In addition to waving the sword in his hand, he occasionally felt the anger of the boy behind him, but it seemed to give him great strength to drive him, grit his teeth, fight and walk, and escape. Although no one opened the way for him this time, Kui Yi had a large ball of heat in his chest, so he would not let the person on his back die.

From the afternoon to the sunset, there was gradually no fire behind me and no roar and strange screams.

Even so, Kui Yi still didn't dare to be careless. He slowed down his steps, sorted out his messy thoughts, and decided to distinguish the direction, thinking: "It's not easy to give up on the tomb of heroes. There are many ears and ears in the big towns. The boy on his back and himself are both injured. It's better to find a secluded place and cook first."

He decided to make up his mind, picked up the path, and looked for a small thatched hut under the lakeside. Seeing that it was very remote around him, Kui Yi was very satisfied and set up a weed kang to settle the boy.

After fighting and running, I thought I could take a breath at this time, but seeing that the boy's face turned pale and only a little weak breath was left, Kui Yi did not dare to neglect, so he quickly took out the heart pill from his arms and took it to the boy, and he really pushed Gong Xing's energy for a while. When the boy returned a trace of blood, the sky had already darkened.

There was no time to spare, Kui Yi breathed, turned his head and started to collect firewood and piled up fire. Kui Yique could not rely on the fire because the food and water had not yet been settled, so he had to drag his tired body to arrange food. Fortunately, there was a lake next to him, but this stumped the law enforcement master. He had been walking in the world for half his life, but he didn't know what fishing was. Looking at the big and small injuries on his body, he was covered in blood, so he just gave him a bath and caught fish.

When everything is ready, the sky is already full of stars.

Looking for a few broken clay pots, boiled some fish soup, and fed the boy to drink it. Seeing that the boy was calm, Kui Yi felt a little relieved. It was not until this time that he could finally let go of his fatigue and sit by the fire to rest.

As dawn, Qingcheng was burned to ashes by a raging fire. With the fire, in the square filled with the bodies of Qingchengmen, King Shura arrogantly set up a celebration banquet to wipe out Qingcheng. A group of people ate, drank, and laughed wildly. When the fire reduced, they would pile up more corpses. This cruel banquet, until the eyes and ears sent out to find out the subsequent details, the troops in the hero tomb slowly retreated. When they withdrew from the Tongtian rank, King Shura turned around and said to the two demons: "I heard that the injured wolf is the most ferocious. , So how to catch the injured wolf? Of course, when the wolf feels safe and put down the alert, the Double Demon tells me the truth. There are two endgames. The Iron Willow that left Qingcheng a few days ago, his kung fu is no less than the Iron Beard. In the case of Kui Yi who escaped, he is the injured wolf. He has already explored the place where he rests. This wolf will be handed over to you." Aoki Kyu also understood the Double Demon's preferences, so he specially asked the Double Demon to do this errand. After thinking for a while, he continued: "Let me get a month's whistle here, I vaguely think that this is the way first."

The two demons smiled sinisterly and nodded in agreement.

It is no problem to recruit some people and arrange preparations.

Before the Shura King turned around, he deliberately looked at Qingcheng, which had been burned into ruins. He was surrounded by his former and behind and walked down the mountain.

When Qingcheng was breached, bursts of strong and powerful fires ignited. This ferocious fire shone the mountains and down the mountains as daytime, accompanied by the night of laughter and fire, and the non-stop hero tomb sent the message throughout the rivers and lakes. The night that should have been quiet and quiet suddenly became noisy and a breath of inexplicable uneasiness quietly spread. This was not the first time that the hero tomb had wiped out other sects. These times were also such a high-profile propaganda everywhere. Several times, no sect was particularly nervous. At most, they were indignant and condemned each other, because they were all small sects, or they were remote and called gangs. Although they did not treat the hero tomb, they did not offend me, and I would not offend others. What's more, no one felt that they would be the next one, but this time it was different. This time it was Qingcheng, a famous sect. At this time, I really felt that I might be the next one.

Especially Tangjiazhuang, which is closest to Qingcheng, feels inexplicable pressure.
Chapter completed!