Relations between South Vietnam and the snowy region have always been tense, partly because of the competing interests between the two countries, but even more because of the covert push of the Secret Cabinet.

At the junction of South Vietnam and the snowy region, the whole world is shrouded in white, even the light of the sun is obscured by thick clouds, and the air is filled with snow particles that have been swept up by the wind, and every breath will cut the trachea and make it painful.

In such a harsh environment, there was very little friction between the soldiers of South Vietnam and the snowy region, after all, it was not easy to engage in such weather and environment.

But there are some people who are dismissive of these snowstorms, a group of black-clad figures brave the storm and snow to walk on the white desert-like snow, their clothes are embroidered on the chest of a small, fiery red 'dark' character, their target is the grain and grass of South Vietnam - rob the grain and grass of South Vietnam, blame the snowy region. I have to say, this abacus is really good.

Just as this group of black-clothed people were struggling to move forward in the wind and snow, a sharp sword light with the breath of death suddenly lit up, and this sword light could not hide its light even in the wind and snow. The sword flashed, and one of the men in black fell stiffly, he didn't even know how he died.

Panic spread instantly among the black-clothed men, and they didn't notice anyone nearby, but their companions were indeed lifeless in an instant. They know that this is the time to meet the master.

The people in black leaned together and walked cautiously, but the sword light didn't seem to give up chasing them, and the sword light lit up from time to time, taking away the lives of the people in black, but the people in black still didn't find out where the sword light came from, which was very dangerous.

You must know that the martial arts of these men in black are not fancy fists and legs, with the keen eyesight and quick reaction ability they have cultivated over the years, they are almost enough to resist anyone's sneak attack in the dark.

But this sword light was different, after a sword light flickered, no one in black found out where this sword light came from.

Soon, there was only the last man in black left in the field, the mood of the man in black had almost collapsed, within a thousand meters, the corpse of his companion fell all the way, the white dazzling snow on the bright red was stimulating his nerves, just when he was about to go crazy, another sword light flashed, and the last man in black also fell on the snow, without breath.

A young man in a white robe walked out of the wind and snow, with an unconcealable heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and a very sharp sword in his hand was very dazzling even in the wind and snow, and two obscure small words were engraved on the hilt: 'Hidden Blade'.

This young man is naturally Mei Xiao's little uncle, Su Ting. Since that day and Mei Xiao talked all night, Su Ting came to this place where South Vietnam meets the snowy region, and in the past few days, he has killed several waves of black-clothed people like this, and he can't even count himself.

These black-clothed people seemed to be inexhaustible, and the more Su Ting killed, the more frightened he felt, when did the foundation of this Dark Death Pavilion accumulate so deeply? If they were decent forces, it would be fine, but they were hiding in the shadows and instigating a war between the two countries, which was obviously ill-intentioned.

Su Ting calculated the time, Mei Xiao should also be almost there, as soon as he turned around, he quickly disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

Not long after he left, a shadow flashed next to the corpse of the man in black, and after seeing the corpse on the ground, the face of the shadow instantly became hideous: "Wuyang Palace! Su Ting, I will not let you go!"

To the west of the border between South Vietnam and the snowy region, a young man holding a black pitch strange sword was walking unhurriedly towards the border, with a trace of tiredness on his face, he walked here from Pengcheng, he was a little overwhelmed, fortunately, it was almost there.

In the wind and snow ahead, a white figure suddenly appeared, "Little nephew, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Mei Xiao was relieved: "You are here, if you don't come, I will go back." ”

"I'm tired, come with me, take a rest. Su Ting took Mei Xiao's hand, and the two swept into the distance.

A moment later, a solid stone building appeared in front of the two of them, and a large plaque hung above the building, on which were written two vigorous and powerful characters: "Wuyang". The building stood in the wind and snow, as if it would not fall for thousands of years.

Su Ting took Mei Xiao inside, and a fire burned in the house, which baked the whole house very warm, in stark contrast to the violent snowstorm outside the house.

There was a middle-aged man sitting next to the fire, Su Ting bowed and greeted, "Hello senior brother!"

After the middle-aged man returned the salute, he said, "Senior brother, this is the new Mei Xiao who came down the mountain?"

Mei Xiao also came to the middle-aged man and said, "Hello uncle, I'm Mei Xiao." ”

The middle-aged man looked at Mei Xiao: "Yes, it's really terrifying." ”

The three of them sat in a circle, and Su Ting took the lead in speaking, "Senior brother, Mei Xiao, we have to discuss how to deal with this Dark Death Pavilion." ”

Su Ting explained to Mei Xiao the activities of the Dark Death Pavilion today, and Mei Xiao's expression became solemn, this Dark Death Pavilion is indeed a big disaster!