The martial arts of wolf dust and smoke are better and more refined in the snow desert. Thinking about it, facing such a harsh living environment all day long, he will definitely not become so clumsy like chivalry.

"The young man is young and strong, don't rub it off, hurry up and follow up. The wolf dust cigarette butt did not reply, and said without emotion.

However, after all, Wolf Dust Yan still unconsciously lowered his speed to wait for Fu Yunge to catch up with him.

Fu Yunge has a good impression of this sullen senior, and thinks that this person is indeed very good. He didn't dare to delay, mobilized the remaining strength in his body, took three steps and two steps, and followed without embarrassment.

Wolf Dust Smoke listened to his steps and smiled softly.

Although he has long been downset, he has not let go of everything, and is still concerned about the revenge of his old friend. Anyway, it's boring to stay in that boundless snow desert, so it's better to enter the world and move this decaying muscle.

Thinking about it again, his brown cheeks quickly froze. Feeling a little anxious, he then quickened his pace, but he suffered Fu Yunge, who was following him, and ate a lot of ash along the way.

............

The scorched sun of the desert scorches every inch of the yellow sand. Eyes are dizzy, and outside the distant small city as far as the eye can see, a familiar figure that has not been seen for a long time is entangled and fiercely fighting with a group of black-turban enemies.

Approaching, the yellow sand is like a whirlwind on the flat ground.

Seeing the person in the center surrounded by everyone, the red long sword in his hand quickly swung with no strength, and the powerful moves shook the yellow dust around him, and the black turban enemies were all frustrated, and the gap in the human wall broke through in an instant.

His eyes were full of confusion, and several sharp sword qi crisscrossed in the sand. When the remnants of the black scarves opened their eyes after the yellow sand gradually subsided, they saw that many of their accomplices had been separated, and the dazzling blood foam stained the sand.

And the poinsettia plum, who was still trapped just now, had long since stopped fighting and took advantage of the chaos to leave.

At this moment, from the towering walls of the small city, a man in a black robe suddenly jumped.

Looking around at the losses in this battle, he didn't feel sad at all. The death of these people for the Nine Shadows should be their supreme glory.

He was obviously the leader of the squad, but he didn't enter the battle. Their squads are there to pin down and guide the target's route, as well as to report on the situation at all times. And his task only needs to be notified by letter at any time, and the action of containment can be handed over to his subordinates.

The Black Hawk circled and flew down after him. After a moment's thought, he took a piece of torn paper from his waist pocket, wrote it on his knees, and quickly finished it, inserting it between the legs of the black eagle.

The Black Eagle was already extremely mature, and after receiving the letter, he quickly took off and rushed straight in the direction of the desert village.

It is not very far from the desert village. It seems that the long-awaited duel of the Holy Envoy should be about to come true.

He smiled and watched the Black Hawk fly out of sight. And when he turned to look down at the remnants of his subordinates, his face immediately turned cold.

"Pack up quickly and move on to the next step. ”

The evening sun refracted a distant red light between the lonely and vast desert. The dim half of the sky seemed to be scorched by flames, and the vastness was rendered red and purple.

Outside the desert village, Xi Zishi stood on the wide red wheel that sank to the half-edge outline of the horizon, and the deep red color stained the placket of his clothes. Looking at such a magnificent landscape, his eyes were full of hesitation and complexity.

His back faded in the light of the sky, extending to the masonry of the city walls, and then to the gray and black ash of the walls.

The figure standing silently seems to be floating down the canopy of the desert north.

Behind him, the decaying city gates have been eroded by wind and sand for many years, like blood-stained ruins.

The sound of very light footsteps, walking slowly on the broken sand of the ground. Xi Zishi's senses were extremely keen, and although he was distracted, he immediately turned his head.

"......" he moved his lips, but he still didn't want to say a word in the face of this guy.

The shadow skeleton didn't rush to speak, he also cast his eyes on the remnant sun facing the desert. The lonely hung on the horizon flies by from time to time, echoing the deep and splendid canopy.

The dry cold wind blew, and Xi Zishi and the shadow skeleton tightened their clothes together.

"Don't try to brainwash me, I won't work hard until I have a good fight with Poinsettia. ”

Xi Zishi decided to strike preemptively and issued a straightforward statement.

The shadow skeleton glanced at him, his eyes unpredictable.

"Since the Shadow Lord tolerates your laziness, I won't do any more useless work. He thought for a moment and said slowly.

Xi Zishi turned his head and glanced at him, his face loosening slightly.

"Why, you don't spy on my movements?" he said half-jokingly, "and while it's a good thing for me, your change of attitude always feels a bit of a conspiracy to me." ”

"I never spied on you. Shadow replied emotionlessly.

Xi Zishi snorted and didn't reply. The Shadow Skeleton's actions are actually not very secretive, although his cultivation is above him, but it is better to say that the Shadow Skeleton does not intend to hide from himself. Every day in the middle of the night, he sent a letter secretly. As for what the letter was, he didn't have to guess at all.

Shadow skeleton this person, although Xi Zishi does not have a good feeling, but he is not disgusted. Since he doesn't plan to hide it from himself, then he also knows his feelings, so there is no need to tell the truth.

"It's just ......" Shadow was silent for a moment, raising his eyelids gloomily, "I still don't understand why the Shadow Lord chose you to be the Holy Envoy. ”

Xi Zishi heard him ask like this, but did not answer.

The red of the sky was gradually obliterated by the night, as if the ashes burned through the clouds. The color on Xi Zishi's face gradually became darker, like the afterglow of the other side of the sand sea.