Thousands of soldiers and horses.
Motionless.
Originally, there was no need for so many people to hunt down a child.
But because of Shen Zhenyi's intervention, this matter became delicate.
It was as if one could hear the rumbling of horse hooves and feel the soaring murderous aura.
"Do you know that we might die?"
One day, after Tianyuan Shan finished singing, he inadvertently glanced back and sighed as he said to Miss Yuan.
Miss Yuan rolled her eyes and covered Xuan Yan's ears. "Don't scare the child."
Even she could feel the surging murderous intent behind her. How many people did Xuantian City send to hunt down the last orphan of the Xuan Family? Or … what crime did the Xuan Family commit to be hunted down by the whole world?
Miss Yuan did not know.
She was just a little regretful.
Such a situation was beyond her imagination, and she did not know how to face it. But it was not her intention to drag the Third Young Master Shen into this.
They might die.
Yuanshan exposed the truth, which made her feel terrified and guilty.
Xuan Yan looked indifferent.
People who had nothing to lose were fearless, even if they were just a teenager.
"This matter has nothing to do with you."
He pushed Miss Yuan's hand away.
"If it is really a desperate situation, you can leave me behind and escape. I believe that even my grandfather will not blame you. "
Survival was an instinct. These unreliable friends were willing to help him, which was already extremely benevolent. No matter what their original purpose was, they accompanied him to this step. Xuan Yan did not say it, but he was grateful in his heart.
His grandfather taught him not to have too high expectations of others, and to remember how good others were to him.
"What are you talking about? Since I have been entrusted by Old Master Xuan, I will send you there no matter what."
Miss Yuan felt pity and patted the child's head.
— Although Xuan Yan was usually like a little adult and was not easy to get close to, deep down, he was still a child who was sad and afraid because he had lost his family.
"Me too."
Yuanshan coughed, but his eyes were fixed on Shen Zhenyi and the others who were moving forward.
The few of them were very strange. It was as if they didn't feel anything and continued to move forward. During these few days, they didn't feel fear, nor did they feel the excitement of a great battle.
Were they not afraid of death, or were they too confident in their own strength?
The Third Young Master Shen's swordsmanship might really be unfathomable.
— — But in the face of an army of thousands of men and horses, manpower was sometimes limited.
Why throw away your life in vain?
"Should we let them leave first?"
Although Xuan Yan didn't have a good impression of Shen Zhenyi, the three young ladies were quite nice to him.
Since he was already in a situation of certain death.
"It's too late …"
Yuan Shan sighed.
"At the very least, it's too late today."
Killing intent, like a snake, swam up his spine.
Some people were already at the door.
"You guys go ahead first. If they can survive, let them leave first."
He stopped and pulled out the strange sword on his back.
The sword, which was like a flame and a snake, moved in his hand.
The blade even made a hissing sound, as if it was a cobra that had encountered a powerful enemy.
Xuan Yan's face was pale as he held Miss Yuan's hand tightly.
The pursuers had arrived.
"Why did they stop?"
Cynanchum Chinense turned around and looked at Yuan Shan and the others in surprise.
Shen Zhenyi said casually, "Probably some people have caught up. It's fine. It's just some outposts. There aren't any experts."
Killing intent filled the world, but to him, it was just like a drizzle in spring.
The battles that followed were much more difficult and bitter than the first day.
Since her master said so, Cynanchum Chinense didn't care much. In the end, Princess Long asked worriedly, "Should we go and help?"
Yuan Shan stood alone in the middle of the road. Occasionally, he would bend his body and cough a few times.
"He can handle it."
Shen Zhenyi's eyes were half-closed. He sighed softly. "There are always people who have their own destiny. His glory should not be taken away by us."
Some swordsmanship, some swordsmen, were destined to shine.
But if they missed the opportunity, they might dim in the long river of time.
This was Yuan Shan's highlight moment.
He stood in the middle of the road.
His heart was as still as water.
His sword was like fire.
Scenes of the past flashed through his mind.
Learning the sword, using the sword, killing people.
He had always struggled and worked hard. He didn't seem to have any good luck in this life.
Meeting that kind old man was the only warmth he encountered.
It was a bowl of warm porridge that gave him the continuation of his life. It was a sincere encouragement that gave him the courage to continue. It was a tattered scroll that gave him the direction and soul of his sword.
— — -perhaps the other party had other plans, or maybe it was just a temporary distraction.
But for Yuan Shan, this warm ember was enough to illuminate the rest of his life.
"Anyway … … I won't live for long."
He laughed self-deprecatingly.
His sword aura soared!
The sword aura soared into the sky like a dragon.
"Someone is provoking us."
Not far behind him, a group of golden-clothed people laughed.
The centipede of the Xuan family died but did not fall down. At this time, there were still experts working for them.
But what was the use?
The elites of the Golden-Clothed Association were all out. This time, they would definitely be the first to kill Xuan Yan and prove their strength in Xuantian City.
— — -this pursuit had long become a competition for the various factions to show their strength.
"Kill him."
The Golden-Clothed Association's leader closed his eyes and lightly waved his hand.
He didn't need to do it himself.
The only thing to worry about was the Third Young Master Shen on the crystal throne. This person was mysterious and couldn't be underestimated. Big Sleeve Hand Kong Ying and Black Gold both suffered losses at his hands. To deal with him, they would naturally need to rely on experts to kill him.
— — -as for this nameless person in front of them who was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, let him be!
"Kill!"
The Golden-Clothed Association's assassins no longer hid their tracks and chased forward. Like a golden torrent, their divine light gathered in one place and turned into a mass of light and shadow. Like a man-eating monster, they charged forward, wanting to devour everything in front of them.
There was only one person who could stop them.
One sword.
A sick man who was about to die. A strange sword that curved like a snake.
No one doubted the result.
Only Shen Zhenyi smiled.
Although he didn't turn around, he lightly nodded.
"This child, his day of fame has come."
Swoosh!
Facing the Golden-Clothed Association's attack, Yuan Shan laughed loudly. He didn't stand still and wait to defend. Instead, like an egg hitting a rock, like a small boat charging into a huge tide.
— — Attack!
In an instant, flesh and blood dissipated. The divine light turned into countless giant pythons, twisting and twisting, fiercely pouncing on the fire and blood on the opposite side.
The giant pythons twisted, their eyes bleeding, and there were cracks on their heads. They looked extremely terrifying!
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