In the northern part of Great Xia, snow falls all year round, so there is a county named Qianxue.

The vast desert of Middle-earth is far more than 10,000 miles. However, the only place that is truly suitable for human habitation is from the coast of the South China Sea of the Mu Qin Dynasty to the northernmost Youxue Pass of Qianxue County of the Xia Kingdom. On the South China Sea, there are many islands, but they are all small islands that are not more than 100 miles, and the weather on the sea changes three times a day, which is not suitable for cultivation and settlement; and the Youxue Pass further north, it is the extremely cold frozen soil with thousands of miles of ice and snow drifting, and the cold wind blows all the year round, not to mention people, even fierce beasts such as lions, wolves, tigers and leopards, and it is difficult to survive in that kind of place.

According to the historical records of the Xia Dynasty, since the Great Xia Dynasty expanded its territory to the northern border of Qianxue County, the barbarian and nomadic tribes who originally lived here have gradually dissipated, either integrated into the people of the Xia Dynasty, or shattered into the dust and smoke of history under the wind blowing in the extreme north. Now, there are only those demon beasts left on the snow and frozen soil.

Yes, it is those demon beasts that are a hundred times more ferocious than the so-called beasts.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

Many years ago, a saint surnamed Li once said so. Man is the primate of all things, and he has joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, and more importantly, he can practice. But perhaps this is just a prejudice of human beings. Under the Heavenly Dao, there is actually not much difference between humans and beasts.

Beasts are not born with spirits, but they can also practice. According to a book compiled by the Star Picking Palace, once beasts get some kind of opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation, they can even enter a realm comparable to the human holy realm. For them, the process of spiritual practice is called demonization.

The so-called demon beasts are beasts that can practice. Their strength is often much stronger than ordinary beasts, and their habits are more ferocious, but those demon beasts in the Arctic Snow Field, as if they have been abiding by some kind of rule for thousands of years, rarely come to the edge of the snow field to intrude on the border of the human race, and even most of the people of Qianxue County think that the existence of demon beasts has become a thing of the past.

The monsters of the north have been at peace with the Terrans for many years.

It is precisely because of this that the Great Xia Dynasty did not have many troops here in Youxue Pass, and the rulers of the dynasty more often focused their attention on the powerful Mu Qin Dynasty in the south.

They don't think there are any enemies to guard against here.

The snowfield north of the Youxue Pass is called the Plain of Fury.

The Field of Anger is so big that you don't know where to go, and it's so quiet that you feel like time is slowly standing still here. Those icy cold winds, which had traveled from the primeval times, had been blowing like this over the snowfields, and it seemed that they would blow like this forever.

It's a forgotten corner.

However, almost no one knows that even in such a lonely corner, there are some equally forgotten lives.

When the first drops of crimson blood trickled from the corners of its mouth, its body seemed to tremble imperceptibly. Blood mixed with foul-smelling saliva dripped down in the cold wind, falling on the white snow particles, and then quickly frozen into beautiful but cruel blood flowers.

The shiver may have been due to months of fighting, or hunger caused by three days and three nights without food, but it was definitely not due to fear or fear.

In its short but long life, fear has never been associated with it. Its eyes were cold and its eyes flashed with a faint blue light, as if it could burn in the next moment, burning the opponent in front of it to ashes.

This is a lone wolf covered in snow.

Its opponent is a group of silverback apes that only come out of their nests in slightly sunny weather like today.

The white wolf's throat moved, spewing out some white mist. It had already been injured before encountering the silverback apes that were foraging. But it didn't choose to hide immediately after being wounded, because its instincts told it that if it didn't find some food to feed it on, it would most likely be found and eaten by predators in extreme weakness.

The white wolf is far from the realm of demon beasts, but the group of silverback apes has already stepped into the ranks of demon beasts. Although years of hunting experience have made it far superior to the average murderer, it knows that it is only at the bottom of the fury in this field of predators and prey.

There were twenty silverbacks in this group, and they stood taller than two white wolves on their feet. However, their most powerful weapons are those arms that seem to shatter everything when they swing, and their huge fists are full of explosive power that can crush their opponents to minced meat at any moment.

Twenty pairs of scarlet eyes stared at the white wolf, with nothing but greed and appetite in their eyes, without any emotion akin to pity, as if it were already a dead mass.

Suddenly, without warning, the white wolf's front legs bent slightly, his back arched, and his snow-white hair stood like steel needles. The next moment, before the silverback apes could breathe in and out, it had ejected.

It moves like thunder, and it moves like the wind.

The silverback apes obviously did not expect that in the face of such a disparity in power, this wild wolf, which looked thinner than an ant, did not choose to escape. In the blink of an eye, they had already paid the price for their arrogance and contempt for their enemies.

Hiss...... The sharp wolf claws penetrated through the silver-gray beast hair, inserted into the thick demon beast ape's body, and then quickly slashed open, and the fresh and steaming blood shot out wildly, spilling into the air.

The first injured ape was standing at the back of the line, and it had no idea that it would be the first to be targeted. A roar of rage represented its pain and anger.

The white wolf didn't give the apes any time to react, it was fast, it was a gust of wind, a bolt of lightning, and it shuttled among the silverback apes that were piled up like a hill.

Each shuttle means the appearance of several wounds.

Its sharpness lies in its four powerful wolf claws, and in the teeth between its jaws that can easily cut through the beast's defenses like daggers.

It's more about its instinct.

It is a natural predator, it does not want to die, it wants to continue to live, and it never wants to be food in the mouths of other beasts.

In just a few breaths, but the wind blew down a fallen leaf, the white wolf quickly completed a surprise attack in the ape group, and the results were remarkable, and its opponents were not badly injured.

However, silverback apes are naturally extremely defensive and vigorous, and those wounds are unlikely to cause fatal consequences.

After a brief burst of rage, the ape pack quickly dispersed. At the moment when the white wolf shuttled out and hit the ground, a tall ape swung its fist and smashed it.

The blow was deceptively slow, but it contained explosive power, and the timing of the punch was perfect.

However, the white wolf was not hit, and the opponent's counterattack was already expected. Before it could hit the ground, its hind legs were stretched out and it kicked hard to the ground.

With a snap, it leaped high into the air.

Fall.

The white lone wolf began to run on the snowy field.

It's running, not running. The dignity of being a wolf makes it never turn its back towards its opponent.

It didn't want to give its opponent any time to react, so it ran through the snow at a breakneck pace. The strong wolf's claws landed on the soft white snow, but did not sink in, for before that it had run farther away.

On the vast desert snowfield, a beautiful arc is drawn.

is worthy of being an arrogant predator, and in this struggle between life and death, he can still be calm as usual.

Just as this brutal and bloody hunt unfolded, someone climbed to the top of the snowfield.

A tall old man, a childish little girl.

The old man was dressed in a shabby gray leather jacket painted with some sinuous and twisted animal prints, and his hair was so white that not even a trace of black could be seen. The little girl next to him was almost identical, except that her long black hair was tied into two large braids to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Her eyelashes were long, fluttering in the cold wind, like a beautiful elf on a winter night, and her little face was a little red from the cold, but her clear gaze was still steadfast.

Not far from where they stood, there was a fight, and from the very beginning, they had been paying attention to the white wolf.

Even before it met the silverback apes.

I don't know if it's because she has walked a long way, and on such a cold snowfield, the little girl's forehead is faintly sweating, which makes the hair on her forehead look a little messy.

But she didn't care about that, and stared intently at the white wolf's every movement.

Although due to the special circumstances of her birth, she doesn't know how many times she has seen this kind of impersonal, life-and-death killing, but this time, it is a little special for her.

The wolf was moving so fast that she was already feeling a little surprised.

She felt a little strange because she knew that it couldn't even reach the level of a low-level demon beast.

She asked the old man beside her question, "Why is it so good at fighting?"

In the midst of the wind and snow, the old man narrowed his cloudy eyes and said in an extremely slow tone: "Because battle is the whole of its life, and it will do nothing but this." ”

The little girl understood something, but not completely.

"Does it mean that it only exists to fight? What about eating and drinking?"

The old man remained motionless, looking up at the gloomy sky in the distance, "That's all to be able to continue fighting, if you are thirsty and hungry, there is no way to fight for a long time, and if you die, naturally there is no way to fight." ”

The little girl's mouth opened wide in surprise, and she shook her head incredulously and said, "People can't do this. ”

The old man's fluffy beard was a little messy by the cold wind, and he brushed it with his hand and sighed leisurely: "No, someone can do it." ”

"There are people in this world who, like this lone wolf, only exist to fight. Without a fight, they would rather die. ”

His voice was low, as if it would dissipate in the wind at any moment.

The little girl saw that the body of the white wolf was smashed into the snow by two silverback apes at the same time, but there was no pity in her eyes, she was just strange, because after a while she saw the white wolf standing up from the snow in rough clothes, and continued to roar and pounce on it, and the sharp teeth bit into the flesh of the opponent.

She became more and more incredulous, "Who are you talking about?"

Thinking of the young man who had been staying in the world of wind and snow, the old man's expression gradually became a little trance-like, "He is about the same age as you, and he is the person I have ever met with the strongest desire for battle and survival...... "The old man paused, and then said slowly, "He is also the most capable of killing, maybe even among the same kind of people, no one can compare to him." ”

The incredulity on the girl's face finally turned into shock, she thought her imagination was strong enough, but she still couldn't digest the news for a moment.

She couldn't believe that an old man with extremely high vision would comment on another person like this, and besides, that person was about the same age as herself.

Was he born to fight?

Because of the shock, she did not continue to ask questions, but subconsciously chose to remain silent.

At this moment, a clear whistle sounded.

The little girl turned to look at the lone wolf and said with some emotion: "He must be a very remarkable person, who can fight so many places alone in such a lonely place." ”

The white wolf's snow-white fur was soaked in blood at the moment, and it was impossible to tell which blood was its own and which was its opponent's.

It didn't think about it, and after a pause, it leaped high again, roaring and galloping away.