A dead grass was blown by the wind, over the mountains, across the lake, to the wasteland, and then gently fell into the endless wilderness, where it was hard to find.

In the wasteland, there are many traces of being crushed by the axles, because there are many traces, and over time they are run out of a road that exposes the soil, so the caravan will walk here.

If you look around, you will suddenly notice two new car marks along the path, which deviate from the road and lead into the extremely dangerous wasteland.

The wasteland is a very big wilderness, when you stand in the wasteland, look around, between the grass and trees, as if there is never an end, the wasteland is a labyrinth, there are no obvious obstacles to block the sight and path, but when you walk no matter how you walk, through the day and night, through the spring and autumn, but still find that the surrounding scene is the same, you will feel frightened and despairing, and then die in the wasteland.

The wasteland itself is dangerous, so neither caravans nor mercenaries will only operate on the outskirts of the wilderness, and few people will actually enter the wasteland, so there is no better place to escape than this.

This is an ordinary carriage that can no longer be ordinary, but this carriage and carriage run in the wilderness, so no matter how ordinary the carriage is, there must be something peculiar.

The coachman was a middle-aged man, wearing a simple hat to cover his face, he held the reins in one hand and gently rested the other hand on his waist, a seemingly ordinary movement that only he knew, which was the closest to his sword.

He looked down at the slightly steep ground and the scattered stones, wondering if it would make the man in the carriage uncomfortable.

So he looked away, looked at the back car, and asked, "Princess, are you alright?"

The thin curtain in front of the carriage was pulled a little by a Qianqianyu hand, from which it was faintly visible that it was a small girl.

A tired but resolute voice came from the carriage, and the girl whispered, "Zhou Heng, we have to go back." ”

For any family, the death of the country will inevitably lead to the death of the family, and without the support and coordination of the state, any family will only perish.

And she is different, she is the only heir of this country, even if she doesn't want to be, but from birth she is destined to have more than others, and she has to bear more than others, because she is a princess of the contemporary empire, and because she is Mu Shiyu.

Zhou Heng knew what she was planning in her heart, and said: "This is different, princess, the country is in civil strife, we have no other way but to fight to the death, convincing this idea will not work at all, and ......" Zhou Heng paused and said: "This time the enemy is our king, even so, do you still want to go back?"

The cold wind hit, and the surrounding air plummeted, as if it was condensed, and Zhou Heng knew what he had just said, so he kept silent now.

Mu Shiyu was also silent, she vaguely guessed something, but she never believed that the king of the country was the king of herself, and she naturally needed to face her father as a princess.

Of course, she didn't believe why her father, who had always been loving, sent someone to hunt her down.

Mu Shiyu put down the thin curtain and said stubbornly: "Even so, we have to go back, I will never believe it until I see it with my own eyes." ”

"Even if there is a tiger's den in Longtan ahead?"

"Even if there is a tiger's den in Longtan ahead. ”

The former is an inquiry, the latter is an affirmation, Zhou Heng was thoughtful, as if he was considering whether to agree to Mu Shiyu's almost death-seeking request.

At this time, the carriage stopped, Zhou Heng did not pull the reins, but the horse still stopped without warning, began to tremble, and then fell to the ground.

Zhou Heng looked at the behemoth full of scales in front of him and the person standing on it, and became more and more silent.

"It is said that General Zhou is unparalleled in the world, and legend has it that the Creek Divine Sword is invincible, but he can only use one sword in his life, and with the general's supernatural powers, we can't look up to the power of Shenxi at all. ”

"But today, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to let you use this sword?"

The mountain-like dragon was slowly descending, its wings waving as if to cover the sky, and at the head of the dragon stood a man who said sarcastically.

Zhou Heng was silent for a moment, raised his head and said very seriously: "I'm afraid not, because you are not qualified enough." ”

The dragon head's face changed, and he sneered: "I think General Zhou hasn't realized that he is already a lost dog, I don't know if you are injured, you can show a few points of peak strength." ”

Zhou Heng ignored the man's mockery, thinking that he seemed to have some problems with his words just now, he shook his head and said, "I didn't say that your strength was not enough, but it was just ......"

Zhou Heng paused and said, "The status is not enough." ”

"Status?"

"I Huang Zhen is the most powerful and most successful Demon Martial Dual Cultivation Dragon Knight in the entire empire, the future prospects are unpredictable, who in the world will be my opponent?"

Zhou Heng sighed calmly: "The future is only the future after all, and the future in the future is never something that can be clearly explained now." ”

"Let's not talk about how big this world is, how many people are different, you may not be able to beat the two monsters hidden by the other two countries. ”

Zhou Heng stepped out of the carriage and walked towards Huangzhen, every step he took was very slow, but he stepped on it heavily, as heavy as a mountain, as heavy as heaven and earth.

"In the ancient period, the realm of heaven and earth, the ninefold realm of the world, and the nine realms of the world, respected themselves as nine. ”

"You are not a Eight Realm Sage, you are not a Nine Mirror Divine Venerable, you are only a Six Mirrors Strength, why should you let me use the Stream God!"

Huang Zhen stood on the dragon's head, his pupils shrank, and he involuntarily took a step back, and his heart was inexplicably worried.

Thinking that the man told himself that Zhou Heng had been seriously injured and had no strength to fight again, as long as he defeated him and captured the princess, that person would have a way to help him break through the Seven Realms.

He had been trapped in Liujing for many years, and he even vaguely felt a hint of bad omen.

Originally, the man said that he was really hesitant to defeat Zhou Heng and regain the princess, but when he heard that Zhou Heng was seriously injured, he immediately agreed.

In any case, there must be one prerequisite for him to defeat Zhou Heng, that is, Zhou Heng has been seriously injured and unable to fight again.

......

......

The dragon couldn't understand why its owner was terrified of what it looked like an ant-like human.

The dragon's wings fluttered slowly, floating in the air, and the grass and trees on the ground were like ripples from a river, and it was in the air, waiting for the master's orders.

Huang Zhen snorted heavily, and jumped down from the dragon's head, he knew that he had been forced into a desperate situation by Zhou Heng with words.

Since there is no road, then let's fight.

Huang Zhen clenched his hands into fists, and his body smashed towards the ground like a meteor, smashing towards Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng felt the whistling sound and pressure above his head, his expression changed from calm to serious, his legs bent slightly, and he retreated violently.

The fist in the sky finally touched the ground, and then only a deafening roar was heard, and dust and rubble exploded in the center.

There was an extra pit on the ground, and Huang Zhen stood in the deep pit, looking at the exposed soft mud soil, his expression was in a trance, his lips and teeth were slightly open, as if he was muttering to himself.

"Dodge, you dodge...... It turns out that you are really seriously injured. ”

Huang Zhen's gaze turned suddenly, staring at Zhou Heng deadly, and the madness in his eyes was very obvious.

"Original...... I could really kill you. ”

Zhou Heng didn't seem to see the man's crazy gaze, but just took the long sword at his waist out of the sheath, and the sun shone on the long sword, which was extremely dazzling.

"It is said that there are only a few people who can match your swordsmanship today, and I think that the sword is not your opponent, so I will not be stupid enough to fight you with a sword. ”

Huang Zhen walked out of the deep pit, and when he confirmed that Zhou Heng was seriously injured, he looked at him with contempt for the first time.

Huang Zhen slowly raised his right hand, and the white mist came out of his palm, enveloping his palm, and the cold air was pressing, and then he slapped it to the ground.

The cold air in the palm of his hand quickly descended into the ground, as if it was engulfed, and the ground condensed into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into several sharp ice picks and stabbing at Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng stood still, waiting for the ice pick to attack him, the hand holding the long sword shook slightly, and then, the ice pick shattered.

The broken ice was shining brightly, very dazzling, Zhou Heng looked at Huang Zhen and said calmly: "You should know that if it weren't for high-level magic, it would not have any effect on me at all." ”

"Low-level...... After all, it's just pediatrics. ”

Huang Zhen also looked at Zhou Heng and said with a smile: "Yes, maybe, but you seem to have forgotten that you are not the peak of you after all, so your so-called pediatrics can still cause harm to you after all." ”

Zhou Heng looked down at the wrist holding the sword, and a bright red filament slid like a small snake, along the hilt, blade, and tip of the sword, and then dripped to the ground.

Zhou Heng was silent for a moment, raised his head, and stepped on the messy ice and rushed towards Huang Zhen.

Huang Zhen raised his eyebrows, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to make a grabbing shape.

So, what is he going to grab? Or, what is he going to hold?

In front of Huang Zhen's body, a scorching breath filled the air, and then appeared from the air, forming a flaming sword.

This flaming sword has no substance, but it can hurt people, and naturally it can kill people.

The long sword was suspended in the air, across his chest, Huang Zhen grabbed it, and then raised his sword to meet the enemy.

The flames felt the extreme battle intent, burning like a sun, and Huang Zhen's face turned red.

Also moving was the dragon in the sky, its huge head slightly raised, and the elements in the sky began to gather wildly, followed by a roar that resounded through the sky.

Zhou Heng's face was solemn, the situation in front of him was grim, of course he couldn't and couldn't slash this dragon breath again.

Huang Zhen held the sword in one hand, looked at the situation in front of him, and snorted coldly: "Can you dodge?" Of course I know that you have the ability to dodge, but do you think the person behind you can be safe and sound?"

This dragon breath was not only sprayed towards Zhou Heng, but also Mu Shiyu in the carriage behind him.

If Zhou Heng didn't want Mu Shiyu to die in the dragon's breath, then he had to block this deadly threat, and after that, would he still have the strength to fight again?

Huang Zhen's idea is absolutely perfect, if Zhou Heng does not stop, then Mu Shiyu will be in danger, then he will be completely foamed after trekking through mountains and rivers to protect the princess.

No matter how you think about Zhou Heng, he will die, so Huang Zhen grinned, laughing very happily, but in the next moment, his smile stopped abruptly, his face was full of anger, and he scolded angrily.

"Zhou Heng, do you want the princess to die?!"

There is anger and surprise in this sentence, but more importantly, there is confusion.

Zhou Heng's body changed, and he dodged the dragon breath that should have been blocked, he didn't even look at it, and he passed by the dragon breath, as if there was only heaven and earth behind him.

His speed skyrocketed, and he came to Huang Zhen in an instant, and the long sword in his hand slashed at Huang Zhen's neck like lightning.

Zhou Heng's eyes did not ripple, and he said calmly: "It is precisely because she is our princess that I believe that she will not die so simply." ”

The sword in Huang Zhen's pupils was constantly expanding, he roared angrily, and a dazzling light suddenly flashed between the flames in his hand, and the elemental aura in the sword instantly rioted, as if he was about to rush out of this disembodied sword.

Zhou Heng's complexion changed, and he forcibly changed the original killing sword to defense, and the next moment, between Huang Zhen and Zhou Heng, the Bingjian finally couldn't support it, and exploded.

The smoke was filled, and Zhou Heng only felt that he had been hit by a heavy hammer, his body and mind were torn, and after a whirlwind, he fell to the ground.

The sword that should have been clenched in his hand had also flown into the distance, Zhou Heng's eyes were closed, and his seven holes were bleeding, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Whether it's avoiding the dragon's breath, slashing at the Huangzhen, or exploding, it only happens in an instant.

And at this moment, the aura of terror also descended, attacking towards the carriage several feet away.

At this moment, a drop of rain suddenly fell in the sky, and that rain wet the dead grass, wet the young leaves, gave new life to the dry grass, and nourished the young leaves.

The sun is shining in the sky, and even the clear blue sky is visible, so, where does that rain come from?

No one answered the question, because the second drop of rain fell, and then the third, and the fourth, began to fall around the carriage, and it was a downpour, and the sound of the rain was as beautiful as heaven.

How much does a drop of water weigh?

Its weight is negligible, but if two drops, three drops...... What about countless drops?

It can crush the sky.

In the most dangerous inner part of the wilderness, a man was complaining to the sky, and beside him was a little girl with her crimson vertical pupils that stood out.

"Oh my God, if we continue like this, we will starve to death, why is this wasteland so big, I wouldn't have come if I knew it wouldn't come!"

"Hehe, it's not that you've heard that there is a once-in-a-century delicacy here, that person is obviously bragging, and you're an idiot like you to believe it. ”

The man rolled his eyes and whispered, "I don't know who pulled me up from the bed before dawn after hearing it......"

"What did you say!"

"Huh, it looks like it's raining over there. ”

"Don't digress!"