"Randance City is very big, and the shijie outside is even bigger; ”

"It's a good thing and it's a bad thing, the good thing is that you can do more things, and the bad thing is that you forget what you do, you forget who you are. ”

Ignoring the angry gaze of the blood wolf, the black-robed man's gaze was arrogant and indifferent, like a giant dragon looking down on ants, wantonly humiliating and mocking.

Remember, you are just a dog of the Lord who bites whomever you are told to bite and as hard as you want, and as for the results and costs, that's not something you should consider. ”

"Don't be afraid to tell you that the Lord you know is not the Lord, but just a hand like you, stretched out from outside. After all, he is also a person who has seen the world, do you think that just a Yuan Infant Monk can do a chaotic dance and deter all directions?"

"I've never overestimated you, but I didn't think you'd be so stupid. But it doesn't matter, if you find your own death, this seat can be fulfilled at any time. ”

"The Lin family must die, things must be obtained, do this, even if these people all die, you can still survive, you can still make a comeback, stronger and more beautiful than before. If you can't do it."

The black robe slowly turned his head, his gaze returned to the top of the slope, and he chuckled, "Trust me, you won't like that result." ”

The voice was flat, the words were not intense, and the attitude of the black-robed man was relaxed and casual, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, facing an insignificant person, and he didn't even bother to look at it. The wind was cold and cold, and for the first time, the bearded man felt the chill, and the muscles and beards on his face were beating at every root, as if there were thousands of insects about to jump out of his skin.

He knew that the words of the black-robed man were true, and he couldn't disbelieve it, and he didn't dare to disobey it. Oddly enough, just a moment ago he thought. You should be able to possess more. You should be able to say more liliang words and get more things that you weren't qualified for in the first place.

For example, the black-robed man in front of him.

The sober feeling is not necessarily good, from the words of the black robe, the blood wolf felt a naked killing intent, and understood that he had turned around before the ghost gate closed, and was extremely lucky to survive.

Three thousand iron armor? A gust of wind?

Hehe, a very majestic name. A very beautiful past, a very fragile life

This is Xiuzhen shijie, a shijie dominated by immortals, and mortals will always be mortals

"The barbarians prepare, the horned worm prepares, the wolf clan prepares!"

After waking up, the blood wolf sent out three commands in one breath. The defeated snow thieves regrouped and soon formed a three-regiment battle formation, ready to launch another round of charge. The blood wolf took a deep breath, letting the cold reverberate in his chest and abdomen, slowly suppressing the humiliation and anger, and piling up a flattering face.

It's hard for him, it's really hard for him. Whether it is a monk or a mortal, a person who can do such a thing can be called a hero. The will is not to be given to others.

"There are monks on the other side. With that Zhe shot, my son may be able to rush up the mountain. But "

"He's also worthy of being called a Jessa?"

Leng hummed from his side, a lean man dressed exactly like the snow thief suddenly stood up, raised his hand and tore off the white robe on his body, and said coldly: "Please allow the lord to give me the right to kill him." ”

Zheku, the collective name of the demon warriors for the marksman, is of great significance. It is said that a true Zhe shot can shoot down a bird thousands of meters in the air blindfolded, and it is eye-piercing. For this famous archeryman, who aims to become a philosopher, and who has just broken the flag with one arrow, the scholar with the broken jacket is as vulgar as a barbarian, as hateful as a reckless man, and he uses an embroidery needle as a big sword to call, and he is not sorry for the bow and arrow in his hand at all.

Such a person is also worthy of being called Zheji? Then I have not become a true immortal!

"That's blasphemy, kill him!"

The lean man suddenly stood up, and the blood wolf was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he realized something, and his forehead instantly sweated.

It's his people, but not his people. People who are not his have been hiding around for so many years, and what the purpose is, I don't know.

The lean man was not a monk, and the blood wolf had never suspected his identity, so he naturally would not be guarded, and as he looked at the other party's disgusted expression, he ripped off the white robe that symbolized the identity of a gust of wind, and the blood wolf's teeth bit out the blood, and it took great effort to suppress the anger and horror that welled up in his heart.

Are there any such people around him, how many are there? Who are they? Huge beads of sweat rolled down his sideburns, and the blood wolf's body was hot and cold, his eyes wandered, and he didn't have a moment to live.

"That man is a threat, and you can't blame him. ”

The black-robed man sighed lightly, her voice seemed to be dissatisfied, but it was only dissatisfaction, she waved her hand casually, and said, "Go ahead, kill him, and open the way for the blood wolf." ”

The distance was too far, the wind and snow were too great, and the hustle and bustle of the battlefield was too much to obstale, and it was difficult for the black robe to see the scholar's appearance. But I don't know Weishenme, in addition to that terrifying archery technique, she always feels that the other party has some powerful means hidden, and there is an aura on her body that makes her feel terrified, but she can't see through it.

It is hard to imagine why this situation happened, the monk divine mind cannot see through a person, the only possibility is that the other party is also a monk, and his cultivation is far beyond himself.

How is that possible! A monk whose cultivation far surpassed himself hid in the Lin family's ranks, and also helped them fight with bows and arrows

It's ridiculous! If he wants that thing, he can just grab it, why bother with so many tricks?

"Unless"

Thinking of the existence of those two families that made the lord jealous, and thinking about the complicated situation in Randance City, the black robe sighed softly, and said in great surprise: "Be careful." ”

"Uh!" the surrounding group exclaimed, and they saw the mercy of the fairy family for the first time, and their jealous eyes were focused on the lean man at the same time, as if he had won the jackpot.

"Yes!" the lean man's face lit up, and his eyes swelled with irrepressible ecstasy, as well as honor and death. Afraid that the fairy would not be at ease, he expressed his loyalty by shouting and cheering for himself by shouting.

"I'm going to shoot him in the eye, two!"

In contrast to the silence of the snow thieves, the camp on the slope was jubilant, and everyone was smiling and eager to burst their throats.

In the first wave of engagement, not counting those who were killed and injured by the thirteen langs, the guards killed a total of three hundred and forty-seven snow thieves, as well as a few equal snow wolves. Less than forty casualties were inflicted. And most of the injured are damaged skin and flesh. All you need to do is treat them and get back into the fray.

With such a spectacular battlefield and such an encouraging result, how can we not be excited, how can we not get excited, and how can we not get carried away.

Everyone understands that the purpose of the snow thieves is to loot and not to take revenge, after paying such a huge price. After having a full understanding of the target's combat power, it is difficult for them to have the courage to attack. The life of a snow thief is not all smooth sailing, enemies are everywhere, once the bones are injured and the foundation is moved, how will the next days be lived?

Look at it, even those snow wolves know to be afraid. With this thought in mind, the people at the top of the slope celebrated wantonly, and excitedly pointed at the bottom of the mountain, as if the snow thieves had been exhausted, and the sorrow was completely gone.

The crying was gone, and people's faces were full of pride, and they were busy tidying up the camp. Treat the wounded. The impact of the snow thieves is still considerable. There were several trenches where the corpses of snow wolves were present, and a few others were able to rush into the camp. Slain with knives and forks by the able-bodied women who had brought up their courage.

This was deliberately done by the commander, intending to let the people in the camp experience what it was like to fight with the snow wolf. Those snow wolves that were put in were already gone for most of their lives, and it was difficult to cause any more damage.

The commander also has a relaxed face on his face, and his speech and demeanor are as if he is about to take off a gust of wind, and as for his inside, he naturally will not take it lightly like ordinary people. He knew that the more tragic battle was still to come, and it was difficult to say whether the three hundred guards and more than a hundred family members would be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Some of the servants brought out hastily prepared meals and snacks to replenish the strength of the tired guards after the bloody battle. There are also some maids and maids, whose eyes linger in the guards, as if they are in the mood of spring.

Only on the battlefield, the value of the soldier will be infinitely magnified, witnessing those young soldiers fighting bloodily, seeing a fresh body into a cold and hard corpse, people will have a common thought: cherish the present!

The Commander was still roaring, shuttling around the tent and giving out all sorts of orders, but the difference was that his otherwise vicious image was infinitely tall at this moment, and even the scar that made a woman shudder at the sight of it became cute.

A pretty maid peeped for a long time, caught the commander and reprimanded his subordinates, ran over quietly, stuffed the food box into the commander's arms, and threw a snow-white silk scarf over.

The Commander was visibly stunned, his mouth wide open and his eyes staring at the maid as if she were a vicious wolf.

Even if he is the commander, even if he often consults with adults, the guards are not allowed to come into contact with their relatives at will, this is an iron law of the official family, and it is a etiquette that cannot be questioned. At this time, what the commander thought of in his heart was not the beautiful scenery, but whether this girl would be punished by his wife later if she made such a move.

He was in a daze here, and the poor maid could not stand his gaze like this, and her already red little face seemed to be stained with blood, and she turned her head and ran away.

"Slow down, don't fall!" Looking at the stumbling back of the maid, Scarface somehow came to his senses and hurriedly shouted.

"Fool!" the lady scolded with a smile as her eyes were on this. Suddenly the surrounding wolves echoed, and the guards followed in groups, laughing at their leaders.

"Bunnies, look for death!" Scarface fought back viciously, holding the fragrant silk scarf and not knowing what to do. Wipe your face must be reluctant, Scarface thought about it seriously, first cherished it and stuffed it into his arms, and suddenly felt uneasy, so he simply took it out and tied it around his neck, and then sealed it firmly with armor.

The laughter around was louder, and the little young master laughed the loudest, running while laughing, and rushed straight towards Thirteen Lang.

"What are you laughing at, get out!" the commander scolded angrily again, and raised his sword to keep up with the young master, afraid that he would make a mistake.

"Very nice guys. Of course, Thirteen Lang noticed this scene and silently made an assessment in his heart.

"Good job!" the commander gave a thumbs up and said, "It's enough to be the young master's teacher!"

"That's it!" Because he was too excited, the little young master's little face was purple, and he pleaded repeatedly: "Teacher, accept the students, please." ”

"It's wrong to kill. Thirteen Lang said.

"Whatever!" replied the young master loudly.

"Besides, it's important to have the matter at hand. Thirteen Lang smiled casually and raised his hand to the bottom of the mountain.

"See, my opponent is coming. ”

(To be continued......)