Blood shackles cover the sky and the sun, and the entire Hongchen Inn was shrouded in a red light of death.

After a long conversation, Jing Che fell asleep so tired that he fell into a deep sleep, while Baili Fengjian was still sitting outside the curtain drinking glass after glass.

If you don’t drink, the more you drink, the more you become, the more you will be. The more you drink, the more you hear, the more clearly you hear.

When I heard the first traveler coming out of the backyard after dawn, I had a half-word saying "What's the breakfast today..." Before I could finish my sentence, I was the sound of a knife shattering bones and blood splattering on the bamboo branches.

The singer's panic and terrifying screams, and the servant's roaring voice that fled to the road to beg for mercy, eventually turned into blood and tears dyed the red dust inn.

--It is all sacrifices in troubled times, and it is not just the shackles of blood.

A drop of wine in the glass spilled, shaking at the corner of the table.

He thought that hiding in the room and drinking without having to hold a sword in his hand would cause less suffering in his heart, but he mistakenly overestimated his own calmness. He knew more deeply than ever that even if the world regards him as a savior, he could not hide the fact that he was a coward. He had been hiding for so many years and had been drunk and dreaming for so many years, but he couldn't bear to face the bloody again. The obstacle deeply embedded in his heart has become his inner demon... He couldn't get over it.

He was even glad that his tribe members did not force him at this moment and allowed him to hide in the room as an alcoholic or coward. Otherwise, he would be afraid that when he attacked those innocent people, he would have let down the Dragon Abyss White Sword in his hand.

Even if he can judge the situation very calmly and analyze priorities, even if he knows very well that the world allows every nation to have selfish rights, it is natural to have no eyes in the bloody storm. But he still cannot bear the self-blame caused by the blood.

The people...why!

The wine glass in his hand was crushed, and the turbid eyes suddenly became clear.

I deliberately ignored the sound of the knife rising and falling outside, but I could not ignore the increasing blood light that penetrated into the thin window screen, like an inflatable blood cell that was almost critical, and seemed to explode at any time.

Jing Che, who was sleeping shallowly awakened by the sound of ceramic shattering, suddenly poked out the curtain and saw Baili Fengjian standing with a sword on his back, emitting a terrifying aura on his body. She was stunned, and she felt that he was so cold and extremely unfamiliar, and subconsciously called: "Master?"

He seemed to be tidying up his expression. After pausing, he turned his head, but he curled up a sloppy and drunken smile. He pulled out the tip of the sword and drew a sharp and cold cut at the door: "Ache, don't go out of this room."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back. He didn't want to be exposed, he didn't want to be seen, he was unfair and contradictory, and his smile suddenly stopped when he was behind his back.

"Hey, hey?" After calling out a few times without responding, Jing Che climbed out of bed in anger and inexplicably, "Baili Fengjian! Are you sick!"

But at this moment, a huge movement of ceramic cups shattered from the ground came downstairs. Jing Che was already disturbed by blood and was shocked. He could not wait to go out and explore the truth. But when her feet touched the golden crack on the tip of the sword, she was pushed back by an inexplicable force.

She didn't believe in evil, so she tried to rush out, but was thrown back even harder. She was so angry that she almost turned over the table. She was so annoyed that she was the self-righteous master. She was about to curse her when she heard the voice of Qiying downstairs coming, and she paused word by word, with a firm determination to look at death: "Then draw lots."

"I am equal to everyone." There was a drunken carelessness in my tone, but there was a kind of majesty that made people irresistible.

"Sword Saint!" It was so powerful that he refused to let him go at this moment, "Please let me and my tribe protect you from here!"

Baili Fengjian looked at the corpses piled up behind the curtains. The blood was winding along the gravel road in the courtyard, and the smell of fishy smell soared into the sky. The blood of more than a hundred travelers was not enough to feed the blood shackles, so there were only a few more people left.

But he didn't take Qiying's words, but waved his sleeve robe, took a chopstick from the tube, cut off a piece with his bare hands, and took another unblocked chopstick, throwing it in the air, and the chopsticks hit him and turned around with his sleeve robe, mixing together. A sleeve wind lifted the bamboo tube upside down, and the chopsticks returned to the tube, floating in the air, and the exposed half were the same length.

"Long is for life, short is for death." The true colors are said to be calm and gentle.

Life and death. No one retreats, but no one comes forward.

After a while, a wine cup suddenly fell, and a man with a slim body and brows but bold eyes stepped forward. He looked like Zhen Yiren, with white skin and dark eyes, and was delicate and beautiful, but had a sense of tenacity: "I'll come first!"

What I got was a short lottery.

With a slightly pale face, he smiled boldly: "What should be coming will come sooner or later! I have been hiding in the underground secret room of this little Kunfang City for so many years, and I have long been afraid of death! Today, I can fight side by side with the Sword Saint, and I will die without regrets!"

The sword rubbed against the scabbard and made a sharp sound. The sword light flew across the golden dome and the green roof. The next second, the blood stained white porcelain, making a farewell to heaven and earth.

Everyone looked sideways and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but no longer hesitated. They stepped forward one after another to suck their chopsticks. The dead did not retreat, and the living did not feel lucky. This is the Zhenyi people a hundred years later. Every man has the righteous spirit and strong strong bones, willing to sacrifice his life for his homeland and fight for his tribe. What about Zhenyi a hundred years ago? He couldn't bear to look back.

The blood shackles of blood were soaring, and everyone had already drawn it, twenty-nine of the dead and eleven of the living.

Finally, it was Baili Fengjian. Qiying didn't have time to stop him, so he had already reached out to get a chopstick.

Hold it in the palm of your hand and spread it slowly.

It is a short branch.

After just a glance, Qiying immediately brushed away the chopsticks, bowed her hand and said to Baili Fengjian: "The Sword Saint is my hope for Zhenyi, and you must not practice the matter of life and death!"

"What's wrong?" I've already held the hilt of the sword in my right hand, my eyes were still slightly drunk, my mouth was raised unruly, and my tone was calm: "I'm just an alcoholic who has the reputation of the Sword Saint, but I feel happy if I die."

At this moment, he had only one in his mind. Finally, finally, this feeling.

I just looked at the closed carved door on the second floor again, and suddenly remembered my apprentice's arrogant and tough personality, which was actually a bit cute. But I still had to let Sui Sheng down...

"Qianying, I will definitely take my disciple Ache back to Jiahuang Mountain."

Jing Che in the second floor was crying at this moment, trying desperately to break out of this barrier. Whoever allowed him to send her to someone else like throwing a package! He is a sloppy man! He is a drunkard! He is still a villain who is untrustworthy now!

The white sword of Longyuan slowly unsheathed. Hearing the familiar voice, Jing Che suddenly calmed down hopelessly, and his body trembled and was still in place.

This is the sound of him drawing his sword to kill Ah Niang, was it the sound of him forcing her to become a disciple, or—

The sound of the piano suddenly pushed forward without any transition. After using force, the strings broke with a sound.

"Crane Float!" Qiying shouted in shock and heartbroken.

After the last song, the white-clothed piano player hit Baili Fengjian's sword. Then his body slowly collapsed and his white robe was soaked by a moor of blood.

Instead, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It was He Fu's carelessness that put everyone in such a dilemma. Now I only hope that the Sword Saint and the remaining people will walk out of this place alive... in the future... I will be back."

I, Zhenyi. These four words are so heavy, and the heavy are all life.

He Fu closed his eyes with a smile.

At this moment, the red light shrouded outside the inn had expanded to the extreme, and the blood shackles broke through with a loud bang. The barrier fragments fell all over the ground, and strands of bloody spirits emerged like ghosts.

Baili Fengjian held the Longyuan White Sword tightly and stood up straight. The black eyes reflected a blood-red light, and the eyes were filled with a few cold and clear light. The already extinguished blood surged again in every inch of flesh and blood, like a jar of strong wine rolling into his throat, burning his will: "Everyone left the secret passage, and I went out alone to meet the enemy."

"Sword Saint! Let us fight side by side with you!" Everyone knelt down together.

"Since you have drawn a short branch, I don't want to go back alive, but you are not just a life. The dead brothers are not to let you die, but to live! Only by living can you talk about the future," Jieran smiled freely and took off the wine gourd and threw it to Qiying, "Let me Ache bring it back to Jiahuang Mountain for me."

Qiying hesitated to take over the gourd, weighing the pros and cons, and then knew that Baili Fengjian was right. Even if everyone rushed out together, with their ability as a group of mobs, they might not survive the top legion of Lincang, but might become a burden to Baili Fengjian. Once they closed their eyes and opened them again, they were determined: "Everyone followed me to walk along the secret passage!"

Everyone in the lobby was evacuated. Seeing Jing Che, who was locked in the room, was also taken away by everyone while crying and shouting. He curled his lips and smiled lazily, and he had no worries.

The silver sword light swung out the sleeve robe. The inn gate fell down, and the tall figure walked out against the light.

The battle-winged blood falcon hovering in the sky suddenly turned around and dived towards a place. The fully armed soldiers on the street were immediately on alert, and the dense arrow guns pointed at Hongchen Inn.

A man who looked like a general walked out of the soldiers, his eyebrows and eyes were violent, looking at Baili Fengjian up and down, and then he raised a smile that was sure to win: "Baili Sword Saint, is this great gift of blood shackles, still satisfied?"

"Ha," he glanced at the person in front of him. It was the most popular imperial general now. "Xiao Jin, right? When I beat your grandfather Xiao Zhi to the ground begging for mercy, you don't know where to feed your breasts."

Zhenyi people have a lifespan of hundreds of years, while Lincang people can only live to a few decades. The gap between generation and age is naturally subtle. Xiao Jin's expression remained unchanged when he heard this, and he sneered: "I heard that the sword saint a hundred years ago was not the same drunken ghost as he is now, I don't know you now--"

The voice was long and with a sure victory, "Can you still raise the sword and use the seven-scarlet sand of the Sword Saint Sect?"

The soldiers behind him burst into laughter.

Baili Fengjian also sneered, narrowed his eyes lazily, and shook his head: "To deal with you and other rats, a trace of sand is enough."
Chapter completed!