In the cold of winter, the wind at night in the place of exile cuts people's skin like a knife, but the more winter it is, the more difficult it is to find food, many large beasts have hibernated in the caves, so the banished can only hunt each other, take meat and eat, for the banishes, the greater significance of winter is whether they can survive until winter, but cold is not the most lethal factor.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

In the barren pale yellow grass, a ghost wolf crawls there, ghost wolves never hibernate, they need to maintain continuous predation to maintain their strength, this ghost wolf is a she-wolf, her eyes are very fierce, the mucus flowing from her teeth actually freezes into ice picks and hangs on her chin, it looks like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger.

The ghost wolves in the Exiled Lands are different from ordinary wolves, their fur is as tough as the 10,000-year-old spirit beast dragons, and their sharp teeth can bite through ten-centimeter-thick steel plates, and they are ferocious and ferocious, and every time they hunt for food, they will inevitably bite their opponents to pieces.

The she-wolf had not hunted any food for three days, and if it did not eat it would not be able to maintain its strength, and then become the prey of others, so it had to succeed in one blow, and now, its prey came, and in the distance, a man in black with a ghost-headed scythe walked slowly, wearing a wide trench coat, and his face was buried in the hood of the cloak, so that people could not see his true face.

"Roar ......"

The ghost wolf finally couldn't take it anymore and pounced on her prey from the weeds like lightning, as if as long as she bit her opponent's throat, the man in black would become her prey.

"Brute ......"

A cold light shot out from the hood, the arm of the man in black just waved slightly, and with a "snap", the sickle turned into a sharp light and swept over, and the next moment, the body of the ghost wolf had been turned in half, and the cold wind blew, and the hood of the man in black was also blown up, revealing a middle-aged face full of anger.

The meat of the ghost wolf is fishy, but it is the best food for the winter.

But the man in black did not pick up the corpse of the ghost wolf, but walked to the distant mountain range without looking back, for him, the hidden enemies in the mountain range are more important, and the wolf meat alone cannot attract the king-level banished at all!

Eric, a strong man who was exiled tens of thousands of years ago, with a blood-red scythe, successively killed the lord-level opponents Lin Dong, Wang Fei, and Tallinn, and his outstanding military exploits also allowed him to obtain the title of king of the Exiled Land, and there are only more than ten kings in the entire Exiled Land.

But now, Eric has learned that there is a strong man in his territory, a girl with a steel sword, no one knows what her name is, only that she has a pair of blood-red eyes and inexhaustible strength, as well as an aggressive killing intent, and has been killed by many leader-level powerhouses, including the Iron General.

"Humph......"

Eric couldn't help but sneer contemptuously when he thought of General Tie, this kind of person is not worth mentioning to Eric, and even, as long as Eric wants to kill General Tie, he can crush him even with his fingers, but what shocked Eric very much was that the girl actually killed the lord-level banished man a few days ago - Luo Bo, you must know that Luo Bo's sword has the achievement of killing more than a dozen leaders, and the person who can kill Luo Bo must not be simple, so the people in the Land of Exile call this girl "Dark Moon Shura". Every night of the blood moon is the time of the killing of the Dark Moon Shura.

"At the time of the killing?"

Eric couldn't help but sneer, tonight, it will be the night when Dark Moon Shura feels killed, the legends in the Exiled Lands are so worthless, each legend can only last for a few years or even a few months, and then it will be terminated.

According to the rank in the Exiles, from highest to lowest: King, Lord, Chieftain, Ranger, Recruit, Rookie, Dark Moon Shura killed Luo Bo, who was a lord-level strength, and naturally replaced him as a new lord, and there are legends about the new lord every day in those dilapidated taverns, and this Dark Moon Shura has naturally become their talking point, people say that Dark Moon Shura has the most beautiful face and the most charming figure in the world, but she is also the most cruel hunter in the entire exile land, but no one who is targeted by Dark Moon Shura can survive to the next day.

Eric didn't believe it, he decided to end the legend of Darkmoon Shura with the waning moon scythe in his hand, because he was a king and qualified to end this legend, so Eric didn't even bring a minion, but came to this dark rock mountain range that was divided into the territory of Darkmoon Shura.

She must die, this is already a doomed thing.

A confident smile tugged at the corners of Eric's mouth.

......

The blood-red waning moon hung in the sky, as if it were fake, but the cold moonlight seemed to make the Exile even colder, as if everything on the earth was about to freeze. In the dark rock mountains, there are no people, not even weeds, only cold and black stones, and on one of the huge rocks, there is a beautiful maiden, next to a bonfire swaying in the wind, she stretches out a slender snow leg, lifts the coarse cloth on the outside of her thigh, and changes the dressing for the wound below, she does not know which of those medicines is gold sore medicine, but it seems to be certain by the instinct of smell, and in fact the wound has begun to heal, she is not mistaken.

"......Uhh

The coarse cloth was involved in the wound pain, she couldn't help frowning, endured great pain, after reapplying the medicine, tore off a strip of cloth on the edge of the skirt corner, and re-bandaged it, this coarse cloth skirt was found from a deserted house, it was originally a knee-length short skirt, but in order to bandage the wound, it has now become a miniskirt, and between the short skirt and the black boots worn by the girl, an absolute field of nearly thirty centimeters is exposed, which is suffocating.

When she had redressed the wound, she lay down on her back for a short rest, picked up the kettle beside her and took a sip, then took a dry piece of dough and nibbled on it, perhaps it was not a dough, but a compressed biscuit, but she had no idea what it was called.

Suddenly, the girl raised her head, and her beautiful eyes were full of alertness.

Someone's coming, and it's a very tough guy!

It's a pity that her leg was cut by the sword of that lord Luo Bo, which weakened her combat power by at least two percent, but in the land of exile, she has long learned the laws here, there is never a way back, and she can never be weak, otherwise it will not only be death that will greet you, but you will also become food on someone else's plate, this is the law of iron and blood, and there is no room for the slightest tears and sympathy.

"Dang!"

Grabbing the long sword engraved with mysterious runes on the side, she disappeared from the boulder with a leap, and in the blink of an eye, she had disappeared into the vast darkness of the night, as if she had merged with the night.

......

"Rustling ......"

In the wind, a shadow came with the wind, like a bat gently attached to the boulder, and he looked up at the dark night, the endless darkness in the dark rock mountains.

"Where did you go?"

Eric snorted coldly, the waning moon sickle in his hand glowed with a faint blood light, he used his spiritual sense, felt it a little, and couldn't help but smile secretly: "So here, run away as much as you want, but you will never escape from my pursuit!"

"Brush!"

The figure shot away, and his speed was extremely fast, a little unusually fast, even a god probably didn't have such a fast flight speed.

The surrounding scenery turned into a streamer and quickly retreated, Eric no longer relied on his eyes, but relied on his spiritual sense to chase and kill, and further ahead was a wild grassland, and there might be any danger hidden in the one-person deep grass, and it was only after arriving here that the aura of the Dark Moon Shura suddenly disappeared completely, as if it did not exist.

Then there are only two possibilities, one is that Dark Moon Shura has hidden her aura, and the other is that she has been killed, but Eric is confident that his perception will not be wrong, then there is only one possibility, Dark Moon Shura was killed!

But this is even more unlikely, how could a lord-level existence be killed in an instant?

At this moment, Eric actually felt a little confused.

"Whoever cares about you!"

Eric snorted coldly, and with a sudden wave of the waning moon scythe in his hand, a blood-red flame spread like a fan, and the entire wild grassland turned into a sea of fire in the next moment, and the flames rose into the sky.

But at this moment, suddenly a cold aura appeared again, in the sky!

"Huh?"

Eric didn't want to swing his scythe into the air, only to feel a huge shock from his arms, "when" a fire splashed, Eric was actually shocked back, his body fell to the ground, forming a violent shock wave, blowing away all the flames within tens of meters, as if forming an invisible force field.

In the air, the beautiful girl stood in the wind, there was no trace of emotion on her stunning face, and the long sword in her hand was shining brightly, just looking at Eric so lightly.

"Finally willing to show up?Dark Moon Shura!?" Eric looked at him with a smile as he carried the waning moon scythe.

"Your name. The girl said lightly.

"Eric. When he had finished speaking, he touched his nose and added, "King." ”

And it's stressed, as if it's emphasizing to the opponent.

The girl smiled and said, "I don't know what a king is, and I don't care, are you here to kill me?"

"That's right. ”

Eric smiled slightly, "I can't tolerate a lord on my territory who hasn't surrendered. ”

"Then, let's fight!"

The long sword in the girl's hand was raised high, and she looked at Eric condescendingly, without any fear.

It was as if a king was only a symbol in her eyes, and nothing else represented it.