Snow ignored Huan Quji, who was lying on the ground, and held the deep cold stuck in the sand in his hand, and skillfully took it behind his back.

Click, click, he shook his hands, the sound of flesh and bones rubbing was particularly loud, and he tidied up his robe, there was no moon tonight, and the gloomy atmosphere was quite heavy.

"Ahh

The numb left side of his face seemed to no longer belong to him, and the blood veins on the back of his hand swelled, grabbing the sand on the ground, and his voice roared, and the scars were one after another, covering half of his face.

For Snow, it was like a brute roaring powerlessly at himself.

"Not good!"

The pupils of his eyes dilated instantly, and a pair of eyes were hiding in the boundless darkness staring at him?

The suffocating sensation of choking his throat soon spread throughout Snow's body, and he was already sweating profusely behind his back!

What kind of oppressive force is this?

The grains of sand on the ground seem to be trembling, just like fresh meat on a chopping board, struggling to survive!

Ding-ding-ding-

"You're Snow?"

In the darkness, a thin figure slowly walked out.

With a crisp voice, she was dressed only in a tattered, shabby white cloth with a few gray and black marks on it, and her hair was scattered behind her.

The posture of the willow waist is particularly prominent. The snow feet were handcuffed with cold footburns, there was no flaw on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and his lips were red.

"You are ......."

With each step the woman took, Snowfoot's footcuffs clanged, and she threw a corpse that she was dragging behind her to the ground.

That man Snow knew!

Isn't this the acting head who brought him to the beginning back then?

The death was extremely tragic, the bones of the hand were shattered, and it was still a whole corpse after being cut off from under the forehead by a knife, and there was not even a lot of blood!

"Who are you?"

Snow said, his legs secretly steady, three inches into the sand.

The woman said in a cold voice: "Your senior sister!

"Punishment?"

"During the period when this person was in charge of the sect, he wantonly gathered disciples, and his heart can be punished. The last four words of the woman were very clear.

As she spoke, her cold eyes fell on the incomparably black giant blade, "Deep cold, peerless good sword, master is out of the customs, you can be regarded as an official entry." ”

Her eyes were fixed on the blade from beginning to end, as if it was the disciple under her sect.

"Come with me. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Deep cold is a peerless good knife, a heavenly policy, a dust-free sky....... Datang!"

The two of them walked all the way, surrounded by flesh and blood corpses, more or less buried by the flying sand, and the Nine Hells were nothing more than that.

The wind whizzes and whizzes, and the gods whisper and lament, and the demons murmur and complain.

Huan Quji's internal organs were under a pressure, his body was curled up on the ground, and the strength of the pill was so fierce that he was greedily asking for a reward at this moment.

The five scars on the left side of his face had been imprinted in the deepest part of his face, and sadness and anger were eating away at his body little by little.

"Ahh

The body rolls repeatedly on the gravel, and the heart seems to be strangled by a rope, and the slightest breath will shrink even tighter.

Is it too late to leave her.......

The beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down little by little, and his heart of defense was indispensable, he took medicine without any precautions before, how could he be so stupid!

Snow is now nowhere to be seen, and none of the advance teams sent by Datang have been spared except for himself.

Even Xie Jie .......

Seeing the uncle die in front of him, the enemy is right in front of him, but he can't!

"Ahem......"

The cramps in his heart gradually eased, and his breathing became smoother, and Huan Qujian touched the scar on the left side of his face with his fingers.

I didn't feel the slightest pain, and even the touch of my fingers on my left side of my face was gone.

Did you escape this?

Still alive, that man let himself go?

Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere, why should the horse leather shroud be returned!

There are no green mountains here, and even a wisp of emerald color may be an extravagant hope.

The end of the world is dead, and the desert is flying sand!

Huan went to pick up a handful of yellow sand, especially sad and full of chest, choked in his throat, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

A thought arises, and all thoughts are gone.

If you can't send the news back, I'm afraid that Uncle you will also give your life in vain, and I'm really sorry for you!

Huan Qujian was ruthless in his heart, he was going to bury Xie Jie's body here, but when he thought of the overall situation, he still chose the latter.