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At the southeastern edge of the Blood Domain Grassland, it was already late autumn at this time, and after a cold rain, frost had formed in many places.

The sound of horses' hooves is urgent, and they ride east.

The cavalry clamped the horse's belly hard, prompting the horse to gallop hard, he looked very embarrassed, his hair was scattered, his dark leather jacket was even mottled with blood, at this moment, both the cavalry and the war horse looked so tired, but he still ran desperately for the hope of survival.

Despite the embarrassment, the cavalryman still clung to the whip, which was bloody, and even half of it was left, but it was still whipped loudly by him, because he had to be faster.

However, the war horse has already traveled thousands of miles, and at this time it is almost exhausted, and the horse's mouth is foaming at the mouth, and he has the ability to fall to the ground at any time.

At this moment, not far behind the cavalry, wolf smoke was everywhere, and more than a dozen horsemen galloped, waving the sword and bow in their hands, shouting wildly.

The chase and escape are constantly staged in the bloody grassland, and the scene at this time is just the epitome of racial vendetta.

The Liyang Dynasty sticks to the frontier of the blood domain, because that side is the demon domain, from ancient times to the present, the killing has never stopped, there are demons in the demon domain, and the mutual fight between Liyang and the demon domain is the hatred that spreads to the bones.

The dozen or so horsemen were wearing standard leather armor, their eyes were full of green light, and the whole body covered by the leather armor only showed one face, and there were faint green veins on that face, this is the demon pattern, this is the demon soldier of the demon domain, and their faces at this time were extremely blue, and they could only stare at the figure in front of them fiercely.

chased and fled, and it was more than ten miles in a blink of an eye.

The war horse was sweating like pulp at this time, the white foam in his mouth was bloody, and while running, he suddenly fell to the ground, and the bones broke and made a crisp sound, and the war horse had no strength to wail.

The cavalry on the horse was thrown into the air, the body stretched out in the air, turned around, took the arrow, bent over the string, a set of movements seemed to be skilled countless times, let go of the finger, the arrow went away from the string, with the sound of breaking the air, rolling the wind whistling, the horse roared, an arrow shot between the neck of the horse, and the other arrow, along the only exposed face of the demon soldier galloped away, a touch of blood bloomed, the demon soldier fell backwards, trampled by the blood of the horses rushing up behind him, and the dead could not die again.

This is the magic skill in the army, the twin stars.

The cavalry in the air formed a group when he shot the arrow, rolled more than a dozen times after landing on the ground, jumped up, and ran forward without looking back, because he knew when he opened his bow that the demon soldier would surely die.

The autumn wind blew his hair away, revealing a slightly immature face, and it could be seen that he was just a teenager.

The still delicate face revealed tenacity, and a pair of bright eyes seemed to be the finishing touch, making the boy not look too embarrassed.

In the past few years of military life, the young man's body looks a lot stronger, revealing a bit of toughness.

The young man saw the mountains and forests in front of him, his eyes revealed light, as if he was some kind of beast, and looked back at the pursuing demon soldiers behind him with a slightly cold gaze, and then plunged into the mountains and forests, climbing up the hillside.

The demon soldier was extremely angry at the death of his accomplice at this moment, rolled off his horse, raised the bow and arrow in his hand and shot wildly at the young man who was galloping on the hillside, and the cold arrow grazed the treetops and let out a sigh from death.

The boy didn't know where he got the strength, but he suddenly exerted force under his feet, and tossed and turned on the hillside, walking on a tortuous path that prevented the arrow from being shot.

A trace of cold light penetrated through the young man's neck, the young man's eyelids did not flicker at all, his expression was calm and terrible, he grabbed the trunk with both hands, and was about to hide behind the big tree in a blink of an eye, but he didn't expect that the dry branch could not resist a trace of strength, and suddenly broke, at this time an arrow shadow galloped forward, and the young man roared, dodged and hid in the shadow of the tree, but he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

An arrow engraved with the symbol of the demon vein shot at the young man's shoulder, and he trembled and stretched out his hand, grabbed the arrow, and pulled it out suddenly, blood spurted instantly, staining the dark leather jacket with blood red.

Despite the injury, having an arrow stuck in his shoulder in this dense forest would greatly affect his movements, so pulling the arrow was the best option, even if it made the boy pale.

He was not only ruthless to his enemies, but even more ruthless to himself.

The young man stood on the hillside with his hands on his waist, and shook his lower body a few times, the demon soldiers didn't know what this action meant, but they saw a thick humiliation, but they could only look angrily at the young man who had entered the forest, so they tied the horses, pulled out the scimitar on their waists, and the leader of the person gestured, and then more than a dozen demon soldiers dispersed and groped towards the dense forest.

It's just that what they don't know is how terrible a teenager in the mountains and forests will be.

The demon soldiers searched along the mountain forest that the boy entered, looking around vigilantly, a backward demon soldier walked in the bushes with one foot deep and one foot shallow, suddenly there was a sound, the demon soldier retreated nervously, his back hit the tree, a fox howled and jumped up from the bushes, and ran towards the depths of the mountain forest, the demon soldier's face was red, as if he was humiliated again, because he was frightened by a fox.

The demon soldier shook the scimitar angrily, but the angry face became distorted, a bloody leather whip strangled his neck, the power was strong, and it made a crisp sound, which was very clear in this silent mountain forest, it was the sound of brittle bones breaking instantly, a pair of hands stretched out from behind the tree, holding his head tightly, both hands were heavily wrong, the head of the demon soldier rotated from front to back for half a week, the wide eyes revealed horror, and the dark green eyes and the demon lines on the face slowly extinguished.

Like a hunting beast, the young man quickly dragged the corpse of the demon soldier into the bushes on the side, and then exhaled heavily, spit out a mouthful of saliva on the ground and said: "If you want to kill Lao Tzu, then be ready to be killed!"

At this time, a faint light and shadow slowly emerged from outside the demon soldier's body, exactly the same as the demon soldier under his feet, the young man seemed to have seen no strangeness, indifferently looked at the demon soldier phantom, the phantom seemed to have encountered something terrible, desperately wanted to escape, but suddenly received a huge suction, towards the young man's palm, disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The young man spread out his right hand with a complicated expression, and two dark fonts appeared in the palm of the young man's palm, exuding gloomy and weird, every time he saw these two words, the young man couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic and missed, and couldn't help but think of that world, the world before he came.

Although the font is cumbersome, it can't withstand the strong familiarity.

The boy looked up at the gloomy sky peeking out from the branches of the woods, and slowly spat out two words.

"Yama. ”