Huge, white crabapple flowers bloom at intervals on the mountainous ground.

Above each begonia, there are one or two people dressed in white, red or gray. Their expressions may be sluggish, confused, or intoxicated, standing, lying on their backs, or lying down, following a certain rhythm of the great road.

Repeating simple yet profound rhythmic movements.

"Huhu..."

The wind blew rustlingly.

Carrying the unconscious Bazun on her back, Haitang'er had jumped from the depths of the mountain to the outskirts of the Eight Palaces.

At this time, not to mention whether ordinary white clothes can't make it in time.

Even Gou Wuyue, without the support of the Fuguo Sky Cover induction network, may no longer be able to find traces of the two holy slaves.

"Well."

A slightly painful groan sounded from her back, and Haitang'er stopped in time.

"woke up?"

He turned his head, and a pink begonia flower bloomed in mid-air, and he placed the person on it.

The scene was quiet for a long time.

The Eight Masters sat upright on the Begonia flower, rubbing the back of their necks and looking up at Begonia.

He didn't say anything and just looked at him like this for a long time. Haitang'er couldn't stand it anymore.

"The situation was critical at that time. You can't take action now. I had no choice but to..."

"You attacked me?"

Haitang'er's voice paused.

There was a cold look in Bazun's eyes, so he interrupted. For a moment, he didn't know how to argue.

"yes!"

"This is indeed a fact."

Gritting his teeth, Haitang'er immediately continued: "But at that time, if you really want to make a move with Gou Wuyue, not to mention that your own injuries have not yet recovered, but you can hold the sword alone..."

"You attacked me?"

The scene became quiet again.

Haitang'er closed her eyes heavily and said no more, "So what?"

Bazun said indifferently: "Gou Wuyue is a swordsman. He is more than twice as powerful as ordinary Taixu. I am unconscious. Who can hold me back?"

"Cenjov can do it."

"Cen Qiaofu can do it, but who can hold back the Tianji puppet and the other white clothes?"

"Storyteller can."

"The storyteller is Zhan Dao. A group of Zhan Dao are surrounding him. He can protect himself, but others will not be so stupid. He will not look for other people in his spare time." Even if Bazunzun is unconscious, he still has his own view of the situation.

judge.

"The second one is here."

Haitang'er couldn't talk any more and chose to confess.

"Second child?"

Bazun was startled, paused, and his voice weakened: "You know, he is injured."

"Recovered." Haitang'er said.

"What did he tell you?"

"Um."

"Do you believe it?"

"Do not believe."

"Then?"

Haitang'er heard the sound and sighed: "Believe it or not, he opened the Dragon Fusion Realm and attracted Gou Wuyue there. He wants to fight to the death. You know his temper..."

"He wants to fight to the death, so you have to let him go?"

Ba Zunzhen suddenly stood up and said coldly: "If he really wants to fight to the death, Qinglong County will not be able to let Gou Wuyue come to the White Cave smoothly at that time!"

"That's because someone stopped me." Haitang'er turned her head away, not daring to look directly at the other person.

"laugh."

Bazun sneered: "They are all excuses."

He suddenly turned around and walked back.

Haitang'er had to pave a flower path for him to prevent him from falling, and asked again: "Where are you going?"

"go back."

"You have come to this point, why don't you go back? What can you do when you go back? Can you beat Gou Wuyue in your current state?"

"If I'm here, he won't dare to kill anyone."

"But he dares to arrest you!" Haitang'er said angrily.

He didn't know the meaning of returning like this.

Cenqiaofu tried his best to hold back all the high-end white-clothed combat forces so that they would not interfere with other battlefields.

Sang Qiye stopped Gou Wuyue with only one person's strength. Wasn't it to leave a way for Bazun Shu to survive?

As Haitang'er said before, we have reached this point, how can we go back?

This time, wouldn’t all the hard work put in by many parties have been wasted?

Sir, when did you become so pretentious?

Looking at the haggard figure walking forward, step by step, without any hesitation, Haitang'er couldn't help but shout.

"The battle is over!"

He looked at the broken mountains in the distance, the sword intent, the anxious aura...

Also, that arrow!

If we go back now, we won't even be able to recover the bodies, but only two more lives will be lost!

"Do you have a sword?"

The eight acquaintances didn't even look back, and a calm sound floated from the front.

Haitang'er's heart trembled.

He knew that Hua Changdeng's three swords in the past had not only cut off an era, but also made the ruler of that era tired of wielding the sword again.

But now, what did he hear?

sword?

"No sword!"

Haitang'er's voice was trembling.

"Even if there is a sword, you can't pick it up."

"Are you going to give up on the path you have chosen halfway?"

"Just because of the second child, just because of Gou Wuyue, just because of this little fight?"

"You know what you forgot?"

Haitang'er roared: "The real decisive battle is waiting for you behind. Without you, it won't work!"

Click.

The eight statues in front of him stopped and he slowly turned back.

"Haitang'er."

"Let's go?" Haitang'er's voice softened. Although it was just one word, the meaning of the words was more of "Now that you have figured it out, then come with me?"

Bazun shook his head slightly.

"Haitang'er, it's not that I forgot, it's that you are used to it."

"Wait, lurk..."

"We have been brewing and saving for too long."

The Eight Masters raised their heads and looked at the broken sky. There was endless vicissitudes in their cloudy eyes, as if their lifelong will has been stained by time.

But the words are very resounding.

"Just like this flower."
To be continued...