At that time, the beginning of the melting wilderness led this mountain, and Junfeng was his right-hand man.

Everyone knows that there is a very powerful helper by his side, helping him sweep away all his enemies.

All the prisoners on this mountain peak are lawless, doing whatever they want, looking like ruffians and hooligans. Even the leader of the Melting Wasteland was like this at the beginning, but after becoming the leader, he reined in it.

Only the handsome style is different, he looks very handsome, just like his name, handsome appearance, and his personality is like the wind. He was decent and courteous in everything he did, gentle as a breeze to others, and his voice like a mountain stream made him the most popular man among female prisoners in this mountain peak.

The actions of the female prisoners in this mountain peak have been experienced, like wolves and tigers. But no one can take down Junfeng, he has always been clean.

And his subordinates, infected by him, slowly abandoned those bad styles, and sincerely obeyed the leader of Junfeng, not like the Ronghuang at this time, purely fear.

No one knows why such a person would help such a person, and no one knows why such a person would be beaten into this dead hole like them.

All changes are the origin of the ambition of famine. After pacifying this mountain, he was not satisfied, he wanted to annex the rest of the territory, and truly become the master of this dead cave.

After collecting all the information, his gaze naturally turned to the desert where the Death Tree was located.

That desert, there is no barrier protection, there is no army of soldiers, there is only one person, isn't it easy to take it?

So, Junfeng received the order and took his brothers to sneak into the desert to encircle and suppress the dead.

Rong Huang thinks that this is in the bag, and besides, Junfeng has never let him down. He still praised Junfeng's strength.

If Junfeng didn't take up most of the hearts of the people on this mountain, if Junfeng didn't want to lead people and correct the atmosphere of the prisoners on this mountain, Ronghuang would still be able to tolerate his existence.

Since ancient times, he has been the most jealous of his master, and Rong Huang is such a suspicious and more important person than power. After the unification, Junfeng was a stumbling block for him to consolidate his power.

Junfeng and his men slipped into the desert, but the desert was so far away, how could it be so easy to find someone? They encountered sandstorms and quicksand in the desert, and they were embarrassed and suffered casualties.

But even if the clothes are dirty and the cheeks are gray, they can't hide the handsome appearance, but they feel a little more amorous. He was hesitating in his heart whether to withdraw or continue to carry out the task of the leader of the Melting Waste. He didn't want to disappoint Ronghuang, but he didn't want his brother to die here.

This desert is a place only in the mortal world, they have never seen it before, they thought that the environment on the mountain peak is already harsh, they can still survive, but this desert is even more caught off guard, so they will be so embarrassed before they see the enemy. Die before leaving the school.

Seeing the injuries on his brother's body slowly worsen in a hot place like the desert, Junfeng decided to withdraw, but before the order to withdraw was released, he saw the wary look in the eyes of his brothers, and immediately shook his sword in his hand, turned around, and pointed straight away.

Junfeng's sword is known for its speed, and many opponents are stabbed to death before they can react, or they can't see the sword shadow at all. And the sword that was so fast was caught.

It was easily pinched between two fingers by a hand. You can't move forward half a step.

Just by looking at this face, Junfeng knew in his heart that the owner of this hand was not something he could match.

But he's not alone, and he has this group of brothers behind him, and he can't take half a step back.

With all his strength, the arm holding the hilt of the sword pushed forward again, and the hand was flicked away by him, and the owner of the hand turned a little to the left, and the sword grazed the man's body. The two switched places with Junfeng facing the man, and behind the man were Junfeng's men, who were trapped between the two, and seemed to be inferior.

At this time, Junfeng had time to look at the person in front of him.

Although Junfeng is not narcissistic, he always hears others say that he is handsome, but at this time, Junfeng only feels that the man in front of him is no longer handsome and can be described.

This person's appearance, if he was born as a woman, must be at the level of disaster to the country and the people, but when he was born in a man, there was no disobedience at all, it was nothing more than adding some evil charm to the handsomeness. Coupled with a slender but not thin figure, and in such a harsh and hot desert, the clothes are still clean and obedient, without the slightest dust. Not even half a minute of sweat stains. I'm afraid that any woman will go crazy when she sees it.

Junfeng knew in his heart that this person appeared alone in this desert, his strength was outstanding, and he was probably the strongest person in the desert that he was going to kill in this mission.

As for the death, he didn't look at Junfeng, or rather, he didn't think that a group of people who were about to die were worthy of his attention. He only sensed that someone had broken in, and he had survived all kinds of dangers, before he came up to solve it.

In the past, some people broke in, and most of them died in these quicksand storms before he could make a personal move, or they were tortured to death by this huge temperature difference, and there were not many who really waited for him to take action in person. But after all, he died in this desert, and others put this crime on the head of the martyr. It doesn't matter if he dies, anyway, even if he is not tortured to death by natural disasters, he will die at his hands, there is no difference.

The silence didn't last long, and the group of people behind Liyan couldn't hold it back, and they all shot at Liyan one by one.

Junfeng's "can't" has not yet been spoken, and the brothers who are still alive have become ice sculptures.

I don't know if it's the cold of the ice sculpture, or the cold of the immortal qi, or is it the desert that is going to be night? Junfeng only felt as if he was in an ice cellar. The cold is biting.

If Junfeng's sword is fast, but the movement of the dead is faster, but in an instant, Junfeng has no time to rescue, and in the desert at this time, there are only two of them alive.

Li Yan did not immediately make a move against Junfeng, but habitually straightened out the sleeves that had been disturbed by Fang Cai's move, as if he had not killed anyone, and as if there were no other enemies around him at this time.

straightened his sleeves, and only then did he face Junfeng squarely, and his eyes were facing each other, but they had diametrically opposite meanings. In the eyes of the departed, calm as water, and in the eyes of Junfeng, there are confusion, sluggishness, and anger.

"You're just going to say it?" said a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, "It's a pity that your subordinates haven't had time to hear your advice." ”

"They're not my men. Junfeng said word by word, solemnly.

Liyan's eyebrows raised slightly, "What's that?"

"Brothers born to die. Junfeng's sword pointed directly at the death, "I know that I am not your opponent, but I am a brother, and I live and die together." ”

"Don't, use such a dangerous thing at me" The voice of the dead was still the same, but the mana had already gathered in his hand.

In one breath, the positions were reversed again. The death is still unstained with dust, but Junfeng is kneeling on the ground, supporting the sand with one hand, covering his abdomen with the other, obviously the abdomen has been hit hard, but not a drop of blood has flowed out of the injured place, but a mouthful of blood has spurted out of his mouth.

The blood sprayed on the surface of the sand like a flower in bloom, but it disappeared in an instant, and was sucked into the sand.

Junfeng's sword disappeared nowhere, as if it was in the middle of a fight, and was condensed into ice by the Death Tree, and shattered with a palm.

It seems that he is very disgusted with others facing him with swords. He wanted to wipe out the sword more than killing.

But Junfeng knew that even if he smashed the sword first, he would have the ability to kill him, but why was he only seriously injured, did he want to torture him?

But Junfeng's thinking didn't continue, so he only felt cold and unconscious.