Alone in the shadow, with a long knife at his waist, walking on this vast land, the black animal skin clothes can no longer see the original color, loosely protected on the body, only the two arms are naked, and the dark complexion reflects the shining light, which is the result of a long period of direct sunlight.

Wen Chuanting raised his hand and raised his eyebrows, squinting his eyes to look ahead, the earth was baked by the scorching sun, and the misty vision produced the feeling of a mirage. Licking his chapped lips, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, and his throat was on fire when wet. This is the only way he can quench his thirst right now.

In the rumble, a line of fire rose from the horizon, and Wen Chuanting squeezed his eyes, staring a little nervously, the unknown is the greatest danger.

Closer, closer, the fiery red color of the row was not a line of fire, but a fire-scaled horse with strong limbs. Why can he clearly know that it is the fire scale horse? It is nothing more than that during the time he was with the fire fox, he did not always be lazy like the last time he saw the fire fox, in fact, he used his time very diligently, and hollowed out everything that the fire fox knew and turned it into his own knowledge reserve.

Firescale Horse, Firescale Horse, as the name suggests, is a fiery red scale armor, delicate and precise, covered by pieces of scale armor, denser than fish scales, and the fiery red color is draped on the body, giving people a fiery heat.

The firescale horse is not something that ordinary tribes can have, at least he didn't know what a firescale horse was when he met the firefox, and after meeting the firefox, he only knew from the mouth of the firefox that there was a fire-red horse, which was good at fighting, and only the super tribe could raise it in groups, after all, the amount of ten catties of lean meat per horse a day was not something that ordinary tribes could raise.

Recognizing the firescale horse, he asked Chuanting not to stand in the way of the firescale horse, and took heavy steps, avoiding the direction of the firescale horse from a distance. Feet on the vast earth, the high grass canopy is not above the knees, so it is deep and shallow.

A group of 300 fire-scaled horses hurriedly ran past Wen Chuanting with their master left and right, and the tall grass canopy seemed to block the view. No one turned their heads to see a tall, thin, scruffy figure walking quietly on the edge of the horse's run.

Looking at the three hundred centaurs who had run away, he asked Chuanting not to know what was going to happen in that direction, these were not what he cared about, he didn't want to care, and he didn't have the ability to care, when manpower was limited, it was the best choice to just sweep the snow in front of his house.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and the tall and thin figure did not sweat a little. Under those slightly closed eyelids, no one could detect a ghostly light that was not a flash. The footsteps still did not stop, and his main consciousness was once again immersed in the sea of knowledge, and his body walked instinctively, running in the established direction. And Zhihai, on the vast and boundless Sansheng Sea level, the dense figures turned into a wisp of green smoke in patches and disappeared in Zhihai. Some start from the explosion of the skull, from top to bottom a little bit of crushing, some start from the body, suddenly burst, scatter, in the process of scattering into green smoke, only the head loses support, falls abruptly, and then turns into ashes in the process of falling.

"Look, there's one. ”

"Catch him, catch him......"

"Catch him, as long as we catch him, we are ten people away, as long as we catch ten more people, our tribe will not have to send people.

The noise came into Zhihai, his eyes opened leisurely, the main consciousness returned, his dark eyes did not have a trace of whites, and a rope made of unknown braids was thrown over and firmly put on his neck.

"Huh?" Asked in the fog before he understood the situation, his body reacted reflexively, his hand rose and fell, and the sunlight was reflected into a long-lasting ray. The knife collided with the rope, there was no imaginary break, no sound, and the rope that sank sharply made the lassoed neck tilt forward, and the opponent holding the rope fell forward.

The arm trembled, instantly coiled the rope on the arm, and pulled it gently, the fallen man had been pulled back by the rope held in his hand, and when the sun flickered, a good head flew up, and asked Chuanting to dodge the flying blood sideways, at this moment, both hands flexibly untied the rope around the neck, and the arm shook and the untied rope was coiled around the waist.

In his intention, this rope should be a good thing, after all, under his physical instinct, it has not been cut, not even a broken line, can it not be a good thing?

His eyes were sharp as he stared at the twenty-three people sitting or standing opposite, and just now, he silently counted them in his heart. The other party was stunned, and had not yet woken up from the sudden death of his partner. Ask Chuanting did not hesitate, a rush, the knife in his hand was raised obliquely, and the first person was disemboweled, mentioned to the highest, and a force split Huashan, splitting a person with a big mouth in half.

The tiger entered the flock, mighty! The knife was bloody and fierce! The head was broken and the chest was broken, and it was bloody! Before the other party could react, the number of people who died in his hands had already reached eight, so to speak, one-third.

"Kill him......"

"Cut him ......"

The other party reacted, shouting, shouting, each raising the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards Wen Chuanting fiercely.

The meaningless fighting, the lack of purpose, and the sudden arrest made both sides fall into the killing. No one thinks about the beginning of the killing, no one thinks about the reason for the killing, just waving the weapon in their hands to their heart's content, killing each other, and only then can they live!

Wen Chuanting has long been accustomed to killing, there is no rush when the first killing, the first time he killed, he almost died in the siege of the two, now, his body is flexible pause, turning, arcing, jumping, the knife in his hand under the force of the forearm and wrist, the knife is simple, the action is fierce, urging the knife with the body, the knife turns with the body, every advance must retreat, every time he follows, he must advance, and he retreats.

In the words of Cheng Zongyou of the Ming Dynasty: "Its usage, jumping left and right, strange and mysterious, people can not be measured, so the long skill is always defeated by the knife." ”

Ask Chuanting to go straight with the knife in his hand, chopping, teasing, picking, intercepting, pushing, stabbing, chopping, pointing, collapsing, hanging, gridding, cutting and other basic postures under the follow-up of jumping, pulling, stepping, retreating, and following the step, the enemy has not been able to get close to him, and he was cut off the knife.

"Don't come, don't come...... Wow...... Don't come......" The man in the cloth shirt had tears in his eyes, and he couldn't stop retreating, and the blood-stained ground under his feet was muddy. Wen Chuanting shook off the blood droplets on the knife and walked towards the other party step by step.

didn't put on a fierce expression, the murderous aura that had just killed someone was the best murder weapon, approaching the other party step by step, watching the other party stumble back, the beautiful long knife in his hand was thrown on the ground, and he just kept shouting: "Don't come, don't come." ”

"Why can such a pustule person provoke people casually with a bunch of subordinates?" asked Chuanting, and his heart couldn't help but be filled with thoughts.