A dull blade.

Fragile arms.

Meeting each other overnight, separation

It is better than countless people in the world.

In the camp, no one was concerned about the cold snow outside. Only a white light was seen with a faint red color. Ma Zhibai suddenly took the waist knife from Gu Qingci's hand, held the knife in his right hand, and cut it down fiercely towards his own left hand. "Puchi", the sound of entering the flesh resounded in everyone's hearts.

A little bit of blood was like a faint plum blossom falling from the tree, torn into pieces by the torrential air in the air. Ma Zhibai was also a cruel man. He was ruthless when he slashed down. However, Yan Bo's knife was already blunt, and the rolled blade was embedded in his arm and did not cut it off.

Ma Zhibai took out the man's backbone and snorted coldly. Although it was heartbroken and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he did not shout, nor did he take a step back. The belt with black hair tied around his head suddenly broke, and his black hair scattered like a waterfall, looking very embarrassed.

Gu Qingci was shocked. He didn't expect that Ma Zhibai, the gentle and weak young man, was really so cruel. A gloss appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, the people in the camp were as shocked as Gu Qingci. Except for Ning Qing, a great practitioner, who had innate realm, had already merged with the heaven and earth. At the moment Ma Zhibai made a decision in his heart, he knew what Ma Zhibai would do. Therefore, this knife was also seen by him in his expectation.

Ning Qing was not surprised at all. After all, he was already prepared, but he felt a little respectful and relieved about Ma Zhibai. However, in just a moment, his expression changed, and he was as shocked as Gu Qingci...

The waist knife was embedded in the flesh, and blood was pouring on. Ma Zhibai's hand holding the hilt trembled violently, while the chopped hand became pale due to excessive blood loss. However, unexpectedly, he pulled it suddenly and pulled the knife out of his arm, and a large blood-broken crack appeared on his arm.

The moment the knife was pulled out, the sound in the flesh was like a saw in the woods. It made the scalp numb, but the white face of Ma Zhi did not change his color, and he raised his waist and cut it down fiercely!

"Enough!"

Gu Qingci suddenly took action, snatched the knife from Ma Zhibai's hand, and said lightly: "The compensation is enough. We both have no choice but to owe to anyone from now on."

After Gu Qingci finished speaking, he returned the knife to Yan Bo.

He was not suddenly soft-hearted, but from beginning to end, he never thought that he would really destroy Ma Zhibai, because he did not care about his past and present life, and his style of conduct was clear in grudges. He and Ma Zhibai did not have much grudges. Even now, it was just a result of Ma Zhibai's idiot servant.

Ma Zhibai was able to do this, which made Gu Qingci admire him. He is a person who dares to act.

Even if he really wanted to kill someone, Gu Qingci didn't think he should kill Ma Zhibai, but Dong Zhi. After all, Ma Zhibai never thought of killing him, nor even thinking of taking his credit. However, Dong Zhi has become a useless person now, and killing or not killing does not make much sense. However, if Dong Zhi insists on committing suicide, he will not give him a chance again.

At present, Ma Zhibai is a person worth making friends with, and Gu Qingci himself has agreed. He is willing to give Ma Zhibai a face and spare Dong Zhi's life.

"Brother Yan," Gu Qingci handed the knife to Bo Yan, and said, "Take Brother Ma down to heal the wound. Mo Zhen makes him a useless person. This is my fault."

A smile appeared on Ma Zhibai's white face, and he said angrily: "Thank you for your forgiveness, I thank you..."

Before he finished speaking, Ma Zhibai fell down and was supported by two county soldiers and Sancai. He hurriedly helped him out to heal his wounds, while Dong Zhi quickly got up and followed him staggeringly.

Blood flowed all over the ground and flowed out of the tent, as bright as the stamens of peach blossoms in March.

Gu Qingci was also very weak. Looking at Ma Zhibai and others leaving, their bodies stagnated, and a discomfortable look floated on their pale faces. When their bodies became soft, they sat down and almost fell down. However, at that moment, they were dragged down by an invisible force.

Ning Qing stretched out his old hand that had been wrinkling, and a trace of true energy fluctuations appeared to wrap around Gu Qingci. He slowly walked to Gu Qingci, took out a pill from his arms, held it with one hand and slowly floated to Gu Qingci's mouth, and said, "Mr. Gu, this is a pill that specializes in replenishing qi and blood."

Gu Qingci did not hesitate and took the pill.

...

A gust of wind swayed with snow particles, and a girl appeared on the snow cliff. Her brocade clothes were already broken and swayed in the wind. She tied a sword with an ordinary white rope around her waist. The hem of her skirt was cracked, and occasionally she showed a dizzying temptation. The boots on her calves were full of wear marks, and one of her feet was exposed.

Behind her was a woman with a disheveled hair, but a beautiful appearance, and a graceful temperament on her body. She could only see half of her face, but she was as clear as water, but she looked very haggard. She looked under the snow cliff, took a deep breath, and said softly: "Finally... it's coming!"

These two women were Qingyi and Tang Yun who went to Weicheng to recruit soldiers. They were all in dust and night. In order to avoid the encirclement of Beimo, they ran around everywhere, and specially picked some paths that were rarely visited. There were only five or six warriors left now.

Qingyi looked at Tang Yun, suddenly smiled slightly, ignored the loose black hair on her shoulders, walked to the broken tree and sat down, picked up a piece of wooden branches beside her, and gently tweaked the bonfire.

Tang Yun quietly looked at the snowflakes rising in the wind in the distance of the mountains, turned around and sat down, saying, "I don't know what Changling County is now, but don't be broken."

Qingyi threw away the wooden branches in her hand, and after a long period of silence, she said firmly: "Princess, I believe in Lord Gu. He will definitely not have any problems. We only need to do our things!"

Tang Yun's hair fluttered in the wind and danced lightly in the wind. The same torn brocade clothes could no longer hide their soft waist. She was born with noble temperament and charm, but she was unique. However, she had no intention of appreciating now. She looked up at the direction of Changling County and said, "I also hope that Gu Qing would disappoint me when she said goodbye!"

Suddenly, the smoke that had just risen was not very high suddenly tightened, as if it was frozen by the cold air. The disciples of Qixiufang who were busy preparing to cook looked down and fell down. Their bodies suddenly stiffened and immediately pulled out their swords.

Dozens of Northern Desert soldiers rode their horses under the snow-capped mountains from below and rushed into the woods. They were covered in darkness and were as if the dense forests were ignited by a fire.
Chapter completed!