The eagle circled in the cold sky, drawing arc after arc in the cold wind, hunger forced it to come out of the nest to forage for food, however, it was winter, and there were no spots of discoloration visible on the snow-white drawings.

Midra White Rabbit

A pure white rabbit, when the hunter is in the winter night, the candle will shine on the blue eyes of this rabbit, sapphire-like eyes, so that the treasure collector mistakenly thinks that it is a jade jade, the eagle's eyes have a stronger curved mirror body than the human eye, like a telescope can adjust the focal length, but winter is also the season that gives predators the most headaches, rabbits and other small animals, will hide themselves in the snow and merge with the snow-white earth.

Nothing unusual was seen, the eagle suddenly turned around, the eagle whistle pierced the sky and the victor's celebration sounded, and a red spot appeared in the snow, which must be a hunter or a wolf tearing at its prey, it closed its wings, and the eagle's head pointed directly at the red spot, and suddenly there was no sense of flight, but instead of a sense of rapid fall, the hovering eagle seemed to be dead.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the sharp arrow that was off the string fell at great speed, pointing directly at the bull's-eye, the red spot became bigger and bigger, and the snow-white ground was suddenly magnified after dozens of seconds. Hungry eagles don't mind sharing food with others. There was a dull popping sound from the red spot, and the rapid cutting of the air cut off a few slender feathers from its body, and the heart-rending pain of pulling feathers was no less than pulling nails from a person's body, and the eagle was like a child in the water, fluttering its wings, and its front paws wanted to grasp something that could stabilize its body, and the eagle's head turned around, and flew away in horror, and a few feathers flew away in the gale, and disappeared.

Nanshan wrinkled, the corners of his eyes were like snake-like wrinkles, the wooden house trembled and collapsed, when it collapsed, Nanshan was already outside the door, the wooden house behind him fell, like a giant who had tripped up, the earth shook slightly, the tenacious furnace was only twisted, and the fiery carbon stone was spit out by it.

When Nanshan swung out a palm, the moment the hole in the wall was broken, the knife in the ghost's hand had already stabbed into Xiao Feng's body, the ghost-style long knife was behind his back, if he wanted to pull it out, he had to hold the handle from his right shoulder, take off the knife, and prepare for battle in advance, the long knife was wrapped in bandages, that is, his knife had no scabbard at all, the bandage was the scabbard, although the knife was in the sheath, but the long knife full of murderous intent in his heart had been unsheathed.

The ghost was alert to Nanshan, and the hand holding the long knife gradually loosened, and instead held the dagger in his hand, Nanshan didn't use a weapon, so there was no need for him to use the long knife!

Hand-to-hand combat, the ghost style itself is born for death, hand-to-hand combat, he doesn't have to worry, but if Nanshan uses the Holy Law Dossier Twelve Heavenly Dao Sword, then there is only a gamble, a gamble on his life.

On the cliff of 10,000 meters, the people on the same tightrope, see who is crushed by fear first, who will die under the sickle of death first, the ghost-like hand holding the knife suddenly tightened, and the right hand has already drawn out the long knife, and the knotted bandage on the handle of the knife is swinging in the wind.

Six black iron balls appeared silently, behind Nanshan, the black night pearl-like iron balls rotated at high speed, and in his eyes, the red light shone, for the person who killed Xiao Feng, it was like a big man who killed Chu Lin, there was no need to stay.

Only death can be stopped!

The black iron balls began to stretch to both sides, and the six black iron balls turned into something similar to knife stabs, like six iron rods, and the two ends of the twisted rod body turned into sharp spikes, and they revolved around Nanshan, as if they were Nanshan's personal guards.

"I was wrong." Nanshan's words were full of regret, regret and self-blame. This time, I was by his side, but he was still dead, and Nanshan waved forward, like dust on his hand, a black iron stab floated in the air on his palm.

Nanshan flipped his wrist, palm down, black iron thorns suspended under his hand, Nanshan waved his hand like a person playing the piano, like a black poisonous snake, accompanied by a strong wind enough to cut the boulder, black as lightning gushing out, on the path passed, the snow on the ground was rolled up by the sharp blade passing at high speed, forming a small dragon scroll, at the end of a snow-white ravine, Youmu suddenly waved out a long knife, the white arc flashed the black thorn, directly hit the blade, and in an instant, the high-temperature sparks generated by the metal collision melted a small hole on the bandage, The purple streamer has a movement of life into the inside.

The Great Hall of the Sea Chess Kingdom

In the majestic castle, red and blue chandeliers hang on the main hall of the sky, and the walls around the main hall are filled with glass. The mirrored marble floor, the mirrored marble floor, and the chandeliers hanging above the main hall are reflected in the majestic knights dressed in silver armor. A crimson plush carpet was laid from the stone staircase to the wooden table in front of the main hall, and the old man with the golden feather crown sat at the wooden table, symbolizing the king's scepter, resting on the wooden table, and the red feather weaving was placed behind the old man.

He seemed to love books, and his desk was stacked with his favorite novels and poems, and behind him were towering shelves, which moved to the right, and the stairs clinged to the shelves.

The white beard accumulated over the years further highlighted his old age, the lines at the corners of his eyes were clearly visible, and the atmosphere in the hall was solemn and silent, with only the sound of turning pages of paper.

The young man with short hair strode towards the main hall, and to enter the main hall, he had to walk up a short stone staircase, and under the stone staircase two well-trained knights blocked the young man's path, and the guard knights leaned their swords together and crossed each other, indicating that they could not pass by at will.

The young man was dressed in silver armor like these knights, except that he had a helmet that was large enough to cover his face under his armpits, and he held his head high proudly, and a red medal on his chest was particularly eye-catching, and the expressions of the two knights could not be seen under the silver helmet, but they gave way to the young man, and the iron sword that crossed the road was retracted into its sheath, and the guard slowly bowed his head to the young man in respect.

The guards are new here, so they don't know who this young man is? Merinta Xinvaski, head of the Royal Iron Cross Order of the Hyči Kingdom.

At the age of 20, he became a colonel of the Royal Knights, and now, at the age of 25, on the recommendation of the former Knight Chief, the position of the Knight King was given to him at the annual Knight King Ceremony, and the medal symbolizing the Knight King was personally worn on his chest by the former Knight King, and the tide of knights shouted "Mei Ling Tower!" from the audience. Mei Ling Tower! "The shouts are like waves reaching the shore, wave after wave.

The guards at the gate of the palace bowed to him, and in the main hall, the metal combat boots beat the marble bottom plate, making a rhythmic bell sound, and the knights lined up in the aisle bowed one by one to show their respect for the Mei Ling Tower, according to the royal etiquette, the knight king bowed to the king as a subordinate to the superior's etiquette.

The army of the Hyqin Kingdom has always been serious and obedient, so that you will stick to the fortress and will not leave the fortress until you die. Every time Mei Lingta's Chongkai made a movement, the sound of metal friction at the joints would sound again. The old king didn't raise his eyes to know that it was him, he pushed aside the yellowed book, and on his crossed hands, an emerald green peacockite ring with gold trim, his fingers passed through the gold ring, the joints were like a continuous mountain, and the scepter was shining with a golden sheen.