Yanshan Xiongguan is located between thousands of mountain peaks, and the pass is also very large, like a small city.

Xia Dan bathed and changed his clothes, cut off his beard, and messy hair, but when he went out again, he looked quite calm, and his white hair was tied up in a braid, and hung behind him.

He thought that he would die of old age in the mezzanine space of the sword god's tomb for this life, but he never thought that this little imperial brother would be able to bring himself out, and from beginning to end, the terrifying woman never appeared again.

It's really weird.

"Where's the little prince?"

He hoped to thank Xia Guang again, and then he also rushed to the place where the dragon vein was located, pursuing the supreme step.

Over the years, he has found an opportunity in this tomb.

The guard in front of the door didn't know the white-haired man, but said that he was a friend brought back by the little prince, so he said respectfully: "The little prince just went out." ”

The white-haired man looked at the twilight day, and the temperature outside the gate had begun to drop suddenly, the wind and sand had risen, and the desert was like snow.

Where will he go?

That's it, this young man is very tight, even if he is far from himself, with him, this Great Zhou will be forever.

He goes out and has his own ideas.

Xia Dan thought about it, and then he returned to the hut, pinched the seal with his left hand, crossed his knees to adjust his breath, and ran the week.

It had been a long time since he had breathed such peace of mind.

If the cold autumn wind gathers into a ball, it hits the oiled paper on the window.

And he slipped into the crevice, whimpering, and howling like a wolf.

And at this moment, dozens of miles away, a black horse was galloping wildly, the wind and sand were getting thicker, and the figure was enveloped, he was carrying a pitch-black Fang Tian painting halberd in his right hand, looking a little anxious and indifferent.

Who would have thought that after waiting for her for ten days, she really mustered up the courage, carried a knife, led a horse, and brought some fresh water and dry food direction pointers, and broke into the desert alone?

She is obviously a person who has never done anything, and she doesn't know how to do things step by step.

Even her breaking into the desert to find herself is like looking for a needle in a haystack, completely by luck.

And, the most critical point, Xia Jiejie is a road idiot.

She has lived in the imperial city for more than 20 years. Haven't killed a single one.

The strength of the whole body is completely piled up by the elixir, like a bubble, and it is very fake, I am afraid that anyone who comes casually can challenge her and defeat her.

And he, after the desert exploration, the mezzanine of the stone henge, and the three places of the sword god's tomb, has been about half a month, and the soldiers of Yanshan Pass have even sent a lot of them, looking for him everywhere, and then found him, only then use the horn to regroup, and then return to Guanzhong.

It's just that in the pass, the general guarding the pass handed a letter to Xia Guang, who had returned, saying that it was left by a certain big man in the capital.

It was a woman.

Xia Guang asked, and knew that it was most likely the imperial sister wearing a human skin mask.

The bad feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger, so he hurriedly opened the letter.

The crooked font on it exposes the essence of the imperial sister's scum.

But Xia Guang only looked at one line, so he immediately took a Fang Tian painting halberd, owed a horse, and went out of the pass regardless of the obstacles, and then said directly to the general who was guarding the city: "Mobilize your soldiers to find that woman, at all costs!"

However, there is a dusty sky outside the gate, and a sandstorm is about to occur, and it is impossible to go out in this kind of weather.

The Admiral was hesitating.

The little prince had already rushed out of Yanshan with one person and one horse, and his body disappeared into the dust and was never seen again.

The door was locked and he didn't dare to open it, just because the dog and the ghost side might take advantage of the sand and dust to attack at any time, so the general could only light all the braziers in the aisle of the city, making the Xiongguan become a distant recognizable even in the haze.

At the same time, he also made the soldiers blow their horns, which was not an attack, but to provide a way back for the overlord who rushed out of the city as much as possible.

Night has come, the sky is dark, and the sand and dust are like a sea.

Xia Guang dismounted and patted the black horse behind him, the horse was already in a panic, and at this time it seemed to have received a pardon, so he turned around and ran back with his hooves.

Tomorrow, when the wind and sand fade, the general of Yanshan Pass will inevitably send many people to look for him, but he can't wait.

What kind of thing is it that gives the imperial sister such a breath of air, and can run out of the customs without hesitation and surpass herself?

Xia Guang felt heavy in his heart and a little warm.

The wind and sand had no effect on him, so he ran briskly, without slowing down at all.

In the middle of the night, the sandstorm stopped, the sand dunes rearranged, and the starlight was cold, hanging high overhead, but the boy in black armor was still running on a sand path paved with light.

While running, he shouted Xia Jiejie's name with internal force.

He suddenly understood the imperial sister's thoughts.

Sometimes people do it not because they feel they can do it, but because they want to do something, even if they do everything to do it.

For example, the sword that has been dormant for decades, just for revenge.

For example, prostrating in front of the Buddha to the white head is only for the wish in the heart that can never be fulfilled again.

For example, at that time, Xia Jiejie rode her horse wildly, desperate, just for the younger brother who might never be found.

Another example is my own now.

Xia Guang sighed lightly, and the horn in the distance was vague, and the moonlight above his head was hazy.

Suddenly, he felt something, and turned his head slightly.

The starlight paved the path, the yellow sand was already like a docile wave, a tall figure walked out from behind the undulating low hills, she was covered with blood, dyed red black and gold robes, the demon knife held in her right hand had a strange texture, blood fell into a line, and the line turned into a magnificent from far and near.

There has never been such a coincidence in the world, two people looking for a needle in a haystack can find each other.

But tonight, it was such a coincidence.

Xia Guang never knew that the imperial sister would kill people, and she had killed a lot of people because the blood was someone else's.

Who did she kill?

Sand pirates?

Roving bandits?

Even... Scattered canine giants?

Or...

Looking up again, she saw a trace of ferocity in Xia Jiejie's eyes that had just disappeared, Xia Guang looked sideways at the big snake demon knife in her hand again, the demon knife was dyed with blood at this time, and it seemed to sprout an indescribable vitality.

Seeing the black-armored young man standing in the middle of the wind and sand, Xia Jiejie also seemed to be a little stunned, she stopped her steps and smiled.

And Xia Guang also smiled.

I don't know what happened, but it's all gone, she tried, she tried, she lost, she got it again, and then, she was still her, and what could be better than this?

The wind gently pushed the yellow sand like the waves, covering and sweeping the boots of the two people, fleeting, reluctant to give up day and night.

However, it is even the fierce demon knife and the Fang Tian painting halberd that can break through thousands of armies.

All of a sudden, so gentle.