The route of the silver leopard went straight to the point, and Xie Yuanmu held Xining and stood on the road he had to pass.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Xie Yuanqiu, Du Juan's heart moved, maybe he still had a chance.

The green wolf suddenly sneered: "The one in your arms can't be saved, and you still want to save the other?" When did a drunken maniac become so amorous? ”

Xie Yuanmu didn't look up: "The dignified green wolf and silver leopard, when did you learn to bully women and children?" ”

"She's not a woman!" The silver leopard said coldly, "Two lowly thieves stole the account book of the Earl of Red Lotus and killed the two brothers of the Eighteen Horsemen. I can guarantee that they will repent for this for the rest of their lives! ”

The chill in his words made the cuckoo's hairs stand on end.

The silver leopard glanced at Xining in Xie Yuanji's arms, and said lightly: "It's not saved, give her a good time!" ”

Xie Yuanmu rubbed his right hand gently on the little girl's face, eliminating the black qi that kept rising for her, and said without raising his head: "How do you know that you are not saved." ”

A strange laugh came out of the silver leopard's mouth: "There was a friend back then, who was also poisoned by a bald donkey, and became a half-human, half-ghost living corpse-" He was silent halfway through his words.

A shrill whistle sounded in the distance, and then the sound of hurried horses' hooves approached.

The silver leopard quickened his pace, and his figure flashed, and he was outside the door.

The green wolf on the side was originally staring at Xie Yuanyu lazily, but when the whistle sounded, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, his careless demeanor instantly dissipated without a trace, his body straightened, and he strode behind the silver leopard.

"What happened to him?" Xie Yuanmu raised his head and asked.

"He couldn't survive the pain, so he ......broke off on his own," the silver leopard's voice came from a long distance, and when the cold wind blew, it seemed ethereal, with a chill that soaked his back.

Xie Yuanmi's fingers trembled slightly.

The sound of horses' hooves rumbled past the house, and without stopping long, they went to the north.

Judging by the voice, there are not many of them, there are probably only more than ten people, but all of them have the combat power of the Xuangang level, and the undisguised fierce aura spreads far away in the cool night, making it easy for all the lonely souls and wild ghosts.

That is the legendary "Eighteen Horsemen of Dusk", although there are only more than ten people, they are better than thousands of troops!

The famous Qingmo Boss is just an ordinary member of the Eighteen Horsemen at Dusk.

Xue Tumi walked to the door, poked her head out and took a look, only to see a faint layer of smoke and dust gradually disappearing into the depths of the night.

She was full of doubts in her heart: the whistle just now was a signal that the rangers of the Dusk Legion had discovered the enemy's situation, and in the depths of such a desert, what could make the "Dusk Eighteen Horsemen" so fiercely prepared?

Obviously, it's not because of the cuckoo, and it's definitely not the brother she said was fleeing for his life. I'm afraid that even a super devil like Jiang Chen, who is worth 500,000 taels of silver, is still not qualified!

Could it be that he is a Martial Saint-level enemy?

"Don't light candles!"

Xie Yuanmu stopped Ye Xingsoul's movements.

In the darkness, his right arm glowed with gold, and his broad palm rested against Xinin's forehead.

However, the ritual of Xining's corpse has been completed, and the yin qi is born from within, and it cannot be removed by external forces.

What's more, it was just past the time of the day, and it was the heaviest time of the day, under the erosion of the yin wind, Xining trembled, and wisps of blood oozed from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

Looking at her pale face, she is gradually getting closer to the dead.

Xie Yuanyu's face became more and more ugly.

He had already sent a strong and masculine essence to Xining, but it had no effect, but instead made Xining look painful.

His heart sank, and he looked down at the little girl's face, wondering if he should put more pressure on him and end her pain......

The iron-cast palm that had once blocked Shen Yueyang's Thousand Dao Sword Qi couldn't help but tremble slightly when it stroked Xining's cheek.

How many years have passed, this scene is so familiar, the same helplessness and powerlessness.

In a trance, the smoke and dust of history quietly drifted away, as if returning to yesterday.

The heart, which I thought had been frozen and numb, once again came with a long-lost pain.

I can't escape reincarnation.

Maybe I shouldn't have left that town......

Xie Yuanmu withdrew his palm, sighed, and reached out to touch the wine gourd.

"How?" Ye Xingsoul asked. In fact, he had already got the answer from Xie Yuanji's face.

Xie Yuanmu shook his head, just picked up the wine gourd to drink, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen something incredible, staring at Xining in a daze.

In the dim darkness, at the junction of yin and masculinity, Xining's face was covered with a layer of soft streamers, countless dancing wisps of demonic energy had returned to calm, and the little girl opened her eyes and looked around in a blur.

"This?"

Xie Yuanmu was surprised and delighted, grabbed Xining's arm, and after a look, he found that those deadly dark ghosts had sunk into the sea, and there was no trace of them in her body.

Xie Yuanmu was delighted at the same time, but he was puzzled in his heart, even an old guy like him with hundreds of years of experience had nothing to do about ghosts, why did Xining recover by himself inexplicably? Could it be that she has a special constitution and is enough to resist evil magic?

"Uncle, you hurt me." The little girl came to her senses and complained softly.

Xie Yuanmu hurriedly let go of her arm and asked, "Xiao Ning, how do you feel?" ”

"Feeling...... Generally. ”

"Is there anything wrong with that? Do you have a feeling of being very irritable, wanting to see blood, wanting to kill? ”

Xining looked at him with strange eyes: "Uncle, did you eat the wrong thing?" ”

“……”

Seeing a layer of crystal light like jade appearing on Xining's face, Xie Yuanmu only then remembered Xining's identity - she was not an ordinary little girl, but a jade girl of the Futu Sect, a candidate for the future Venerable Guanyin!

Desert.

The north wind blew violently, rolling up gusts of sand and dust, and the gray sky was vast and endless, and there were no people in sight.

A lonely figure, trudging forward here.

He was dressed in a soap robe, his steps were slightly staggering, and he let out a few coughs from time to time, apparently suffering internal injuries.

He walked deep and shallow, and the traces left along the way were quickly erased by the wind of the wilderness, but the calm of this extreme northern desert was finally broken by the soap-robed traveler from outside.

In the open area ahead, more than ten thick clouds of black smoke suddenly appeared, rising into the sky, lined up, rolling towards here.

The soap-robed traveler still staggered and struggled, but he did not stop at this strange sight.

His sharp eyes were like the king of the falcon, and he held his head high proudly, and met the smoke without hurrying.

"Squeak! Chirping! ”

Hundreds of piercing screams continued to emerge from the black smoke.

The soap-robed traveler saw it clearly, and inside it were monsters with ugly shapes, black wings on their shoulders, and a Yaksha-like appearance.

It's a stone demon! There are 452 of them!

It takes three tricks!

The soap-robed traveler judged it instantly. He looked coldly at the dozens of monsters in front of him, and his right hand wrapped in his sleeve slowly raised.

These monsters are as powerful as dragons and elephants, their skins are as hard as iron, each of them is equivalent to the strength of the human fifth-order "marrow washing" physique, and they are in groups, hundreds of them rush up, even if they are Xuangang masters, if they meet them in a hurry, they will inevitably be sucked dry.

But in front of the real peerless powerhouses, they are just a few more ants!

Hundreds of pairs of turquoise or blood-red eyes stared at the soap-robed traveler in unison.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, until at the time of five zhang, the pitch-black smoke suddenly dispersed from the middle, bypassing the traveler's line of sight and speeding into the distance.

——These monsters who are rampant in the desert even know how powerful this person is, and they flee without a fight!

The soap-robed traveler's gaze did not change in the slightest. For him, it's just the most natural thing to do.

It's okay to save three tricks.

After walking for a while, the soap-robed traveler suddenly felt a sensation in his heart, and looked up at the sky.

His gaze pierced the gloomy lead-gray clouds, betting on a black spot hidden behind the clouds.

It was a vigorous eagle, a little flustered under his gaze, flapping its wings and flying higher.

"It turned out to be you, brute ......"

The magnetic voice revealed a bit of murderous aura, but the soap-robed traveler did not strike immediately, he turned his head and looked at the end of the vast land behind him.

A faint layer of smoke rose from the horizon and gradually expanded, and a team of more than ten knights, riding horses, galloped up.

It was the "Eighteen Horsemen of Dusk" led by the Green Wolf and the Silver Leopard, each knight had the strength close to the Xuangang realm, and with the formation of two top powerhouses who were good at combining, even the Martial Saint Immortal could only flee in the wilderness.

The soap-robed traveler fled here with a serious injury, having already consumed most of his physical strength, and really didn't have the extra energy to compete with these cavalrymen who came and went like the wind to escape speed.

So there is only one most direct and labor-saving way that floats in his heart, which is to kill all these people!

He straightened up and calmly watched the Eighteen Horsemen approach as they approached.

The cavalry finally saw the traveler's face, this man with a high crown and a magnificent appearance was the enemy they were searching for!

"Sure enough, it's this guy!" The green wolf shouted with joy, "Blood Emperor, you can't run away!" ”

"Charge!" The silver leopard pointed at his gun and gave orders coldly.

All the knights raised their spears and drew their swords, and galloped murderously.

Needless to say, the two sides began to fight face to face, and it was a fight of life and death.

The cuckoo was tied behind the silver leopard and witnessed the brutal and shocking battle up close, or rather, experienced it firsthand.

More than a dozen Dusk Knights put on an indomitable charging formation, unleashing the awe-inspiring murderous aura accumulated by trampling countless dry bones, although there were only sixteen of them, the earth-shaking momentum was still stronger than thousands of troops, and the entire sand dunes trembled.

In the wilderness, any fanatic who tries to stop this team with flesh and blood has slept under the sand!

The Blood Emperor Venerable grinned, outlining a cold smile, which seemed to be sarcastic, but also seemed to be just a simple and helpless sigh.

He had already felt from the murderous aura that came to his face, if he wanted to kill all these knights with ordinary swordsmanship, he would need to make at least one hundred and twenty moves. But before that, he will run out of stamina and die of exhaustion.

He didn't want to hate it.

So they have to be solved with unusual tricks.

Forbidden Technique - "Akatsuki Descending"!

The cavalry was wrapped in a sandstorm and rushed in front of them like a gale.

The Blood Emperor Zun stood still, he could already smell the rust of the steel spear that was piercing straight in, and with a scorching heat, it scorched a strand of hair on his forehead.

The Blood Emperor's bland eyes remained unchanged, and with a touch of his hand, a strangely shaped red long sword appeared in his palm, and the red light poured out in an instant, rendering everything, like a blood-colored wave, covering everyone's bodies.

It seems that there is only one color left between heaven and earth.

The cuckoo was so distracted that for a while it seemed that even his emotions were frozen, and he couldn't feel fear, sadness, and coldness, like an outsider who didn't care about himself, and looked at the shocking scene in front of him numbly.

A full moon as red as blood, filling the sky and the earth, appeared in her field of vision.

Akatsuki falls to the world!

This red moonlight, which was a common sight in the desert, was like a totem, but it was the first time that it was so close to her.

And she had never felt so truly as she did at this moment, the blood moon could be so dazzling! So weird! So deadly!

The Twilight Knights, who charged bravely, threw themselves into the Blood Moon, and then fell silently into it, like a day by day, a moth to a fire.

The battle ended in an instant.

There was little blood, the scene was not cruel at all, and all sixteen knights lost their lives, and after a moment of dead silence, they fell off their horses.

The last trace of red light disappeared under the long yellow sand, and the entire desert returned to darkness, which looked extremely strange.

Xie Yuanmu led Ye Xingsoul and the others to rush from another high slope, and what they saw from a distance was such a scene.

They thought it would be an impossible feat to recapture the cuckoo, but the sudden appearance of Akatsuki saved them from a bitter battle.

"Green Wolf" and "Silver Leopard", two famous generals who shook the sand dunes, and the "Eighteen Horsemen of Dusk" under their command, all the feats and fame of the past have turned to dust.

The Blood Emperor Venerable only used one move before and after.

The battle was too short and shocking, Xie Yuanmu looked at the corpse on the ground down the slope and the back of the Blood Emperor Venerable, staring at him speechless.

Under that move, the living were all killed, and the life of the cuckoo withered with the bloom of the blood flower?

No one dared to go down and check.

At this time, as long as there is a slight change and it attracts the attention of that peerless powerhouse, Bacheng will follow in the footsteps of the green wolf and the silver leopard.

The horses of the cavalrymen were not harmed in the slightest, and instead of running in all directions, they arched their heads over their masters, and let out a slight mournful cry, and accompanied them until the last moment.

The cuckoo did not die.

The red moon sprinkled her face and devoured the vitality of the silver leopard, but she didn't even hurt her cold hair.

She was tied to the horse, her eyes closed so tightly in fright, she didn't dare to breathe, she felt the crimson air approaching and then moving away, listening to the sound of the knights falling off their horses, and she couldn't move.

At this moment, the Blood Emperor Venerable stood more than ten steps away from her, let out a low sigh, and then leaned over and picked up a spear.

His action caused the blood of the group on the hillside to almost coagulate. There was no need for Xie Yuanmu to say hello, everyone lay down as soon as possible.

The Blood Emperor Venerable didn't notice the existence of these ants at all.

He looked up at the sky, and with a flick of his wrist, the spear turned into a black shadow and shot out, spanning hundreds of feet in the air, skimming through the clouds, and piercing a majestic goshawk.

Watching the black dot fall from the clouds, the Blood Emperor Venerable put down his right hand in satisfaction and slowly walked forward again.

Ye Xingsoul and the others were terrified when they saw it - that guy looked at the sky hundreds of feet high as nothing, and hit the bird hiding behind the clouds with one blow, according to that kind of accuracy and strength, if that shot was aimed at himself, there was no chance to dodge it at all.

The figure of the Blood Emperor Zun gradually disappeared at the end of the smoke and dust, and Xie Yuanmu stepped forward to untie the rope on the cuckoo's body.

The cuckoo who passed by death was more frightened than anyone else, but she only gritted her teeth and didn't say anything, and her whole person seemed to be numb.

It wasn't until she walked a few steps down the ground and felt the real world that she suddenly came to her senses, and tears of fear couldn't help but slide down her cheeks.

"What the hell is that guy?" Ye Xingsoul asked in a muttered voice.

"I think I heard someone call him 'Blood Emperor' just now." Xue Tumi replied.

She looked at the dead bodies around her, two of them still known to the big names on the dark red dunes, and she couldn't help but feel a shudder.

Any so-called master I had seen in the past was not worth mentioning in front of that person.

That level of power shouldn't have appeared in the human world at all......