The wind was blowing, and the night was so heavy.

Riding in the dust, riding alone in this night, quickly breaking through the silence of all the silence.

There is a place where the torches are swaying in front of it, which is where the wild goose gate is located.

It's here, it's almost there!

Thousands of miles to run, eight hundred miles to rush.

What is attached to this person is the portrait of the young master of the Seven Killings Sect who is single-mindedly cared for by the owner of Flying Fish Village and is being waited forward by all factions in the rivers and lakes!

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, this secret document was very important.

He ran and killed three horses along the way, and he didn't even bother to take a sip of water, so he left the ancient road of the Western Regions and escaped safely.

Seeing that this Yanmen Pass was in front of him, this person's eyes bloomed with joy.

It seems that the owner of Deng Zhuang has sent someone to pick him up. This is the horse's belly with both legs, and then the horse whips up, and runs away.

"Drive!" His steed swept over the empty road.

Flutter 。。。。。。

In the darkness, a bloodshot flew from the blood. A blood flower rose in this dark mystery.

Before he could take the reins, the man's head was removed.

With his eyes wide open, his head rolled on the yellow sand pavement.

Before he could react, he watched his body leave on horseback.

The horse's body convulsed and twitched, and after a few movements, the headless body slipped off the horse's back.

A red glow flashed out.

A figure was like a ghost, appearing in this empty space of sand in an instant.

Ye Tian licked the corners of his lips and smiled faintly, and watched the horse gallop forward so indifferently.

Towards the Yanmen Pass, let those righteous people who are waiting for the rabbit see that the things they want will not appear.

After all, he Ye Tian Young Lord's true face, but at a glance for ten thousand years, he has to exchange his life!

A cold light passed through the corner of his eye. In the dark night, blood butterflies appeared.

At first glance, this blood-drenched scene swarmed up and surrounded the blood-stained corpses in this place.

The hot blood and anger are drawn with hunger and thirst.

In fact, it was Ye Tian's stomach that was hungry, and the blood butterfly was driven by his instinct.

The phantom butterfly eats, and Ye Tian gradually has a sense of hunger.

He casually untied the man's letter bag hanging from his waist and opened it to take a look. Who in the Seven Killings Sect is so bold as to dare to draw a portrait of his Young Master Ye Tian?

Roll up the scroll, letting the phantom light of the blood butterfly illuminate him clearly.

Belch!

The young master is a person who is good at painting like Danqing Guoshou, but when he saw himself in this painting, he twisted his brows.

His handsome face was frozen, and he was either curious or amazed.

Bored! The young master was angry. I wanted to tear up the portrait, but I didn't know what I thought, but I still rolled it up and put it in my pocket. After eating and drinking, Ye Tian collected his phantom butterfly and disappeared like an illusion less than two miles away from Yanmen Pass.

The geese passed silently, and the wind passed without a trace.

"Senior brother, senior brother! Look! Someone's coming! "The third disciple of Feiyuzhuang, the son of Rosewood, Miao Zhengze, is the hardest. He has been wearing a fur cloak and standing high on the city wall of this Yanmen Pass.

The breath he exhaled was about to condense in this cool night.

Suddenly, when he saw a horse coming straight for him, he knew that it was the messenger who had delivered the portrait!

Shen Wangshu had already opened the gate of the city and went out to greet him. And Chen Boyong leaned on the city wall on the side, and he was drooling from sleep.

"Huh? Yes?! As soon as I heard the shouting of this junior brother, I became alert. Unwilling to be reluctant, he immediately got up and took off the blanket he was wearing, and followed Shen Wangshu and them with a strong fighting spirit.

This portrait has to be handed over to Master by himself!

"What's going on?" Chen Boyong hadn't woken up and was dozing off, but he heard this incredible discussion in front of him.

He pushed away the other disciples of Flying Fish Village and stepped forward to take a look, only to find that the horse was empty and had no saddle, but there was no one.

Shen Wangshu touched the horse's halter, but there was a bloodstain on it.