In winter, the grassland, the green life is covered with snow.

The small tents are like flowers blooming on the earth.

The cold light reflected on the snow is the coldness of the weapon.

The picture seems to be still, and the air seems to freeze.

Hundreds of herders raised their weapons aloft their weapons, but none of them stepped forward.

The long sword in the young man's hand carved a deep furrow in the ground.

A sword was swung out, several feet deep.

It's a line between life and death.

Once overcome, the sun is separated.

No one doubted the power of the sword, and they had witnessed the slaughter of wolves.

The boy is alone, and the lonely shadow is like a fluttering flag.

"My sword only drinks the blood of my enemies, and I do not want innocent lives to be tainted. ”

The young man's sword hung diagonally beside him, and the tip of the sword exuded a chilling glow.

"The great god of the steppe, guide us in the direction of progress, expel these evil aliens, and restore the grassland to a clean place. Hami was chanting the herdsmen.

Among the young men who traveled with Sobatu, someone was the first to rush out, waved the saber in his hand, and launched the rhythm of the attack.

The warlike blood in the bones of the herdsmen in the steppe was stimulated, and it suddenly became the gunpowder that caused the war.

Hundreds of herdsmen waved their blades and rushed towards the boy.

Each of them activated the power of the bloodline, and the red light on their bodies burst out, and all kinds of weapons slashed through the air and whistled fiercely.

The young man let out a long sigh, and the long sword in his hand swirled with his body, dancing into a dazzling light and shadow.

The sword light is like practice, and the snow is all over the sky.

In the flying snowflakes, the longsword became the master of space.

The brilliant sword light is light and ethereal.

Pure kendo does not bring the elements of heaven and earth to fluctuate, only with the sharpness of the blade and the strength of the limbs.

The power of space flowed through the meridians, making the boy and the sword one.

Bell, bell, bell.

In successive hits, the sword collides with weapons coming from all directions.

Hundreds of people attacked, causing a terrifying momentum, and the space was filled with streamers of weapons.

The Star Voyage Sword withstood hundreds of impacts and was unmoved.

A huge earthquake came from the broad sword, inspiring the sharp edge of the Star Voyage Sword to bloom to the fullest.

The young man's firm and powerful arms lurked endless strength, and the stormy attacks could not shake his indomitable will.

His body is majestic, like a green pine and ancient cypress standing proudly in the wind and snow.

The sword shadow of the Xinghang Sword was like a big umbrella open, protecting the area of the three people from being violated.

The dense attacks, intertwined into a large net, gradually tightened, compressing the space.

Ruan Ruan took a deep breath, and the spatial power in the meridians filled every cell.

He could feel the feeling of fullness in the meridians, the powerful energy that it brings.

The power of space is the most difficult to control, and the arrangement is more condensed.

Countless tiny spaces make up the inner world.

These spaces rub against each other and cling to each other with the flow of spatial forces.

The particles of the power of space shuttle between these spatial barriers, as if to open a passage through space.

The energy in the body is full to a critical point and must be released in order to form a cycle.

The Xinghang Sword in his hand has become a carrier of power.

The attacks from all directions consumed the power on the Xinghang Sword, and the energy coming from the body seemed to have found an outlet, quickly replenishing the light of the Xinghang Sword.

Ruan Ruan's soft body is like an iron embryo, which has withstood the test of thousands of tempers.

The repeated blows caused the space in the meridians to be squeezed, and countless spaces overlapped, showing signs of fusion in the shuttle of the power of space.

Finally, a tiny space in the meridians was broken through, and two small spaces were connected.

More and more spaces are being recombined into new spaces under the onslaught of the outside.

The size of the space determines the speed and amount of the flow of the force of space.

After breaking through layers of barriers, the power of space merges into a new realm. The smoother the power of space runs, the greater the energy it brings.

The meridians of Ruan Ruan's sword-holding right hand were slowly opened up by the power of space, and the scene that was originally filled with countless small spaces condensed into one as the spatial barrier was broken.

The power of space penetrates deep into the blood, making the cells full of vitality, and the Xinghang Sword is even more powerful when wielded.

Ruan Ruan also went from passively defending to taking the initiative to attack.

Instead of continuing to hold his ground, he wants to forge his own path.

The power of space in his body brought him full confidence, as if there was an inexhaustible power to guide him forward.

He took a step forward, and the power of the Star Voyage Sword in his hand increased by one point.

With each step, the ice shattered.

The hard ground crumbled and cracked, unable to withstand the weight of space coming from his body.

The boy's feet left deep footprints in the snow.

The sword is indestructible, and everywhere it goes, it causes a heavy oppression.

Hundreds of herders are facing a landslide, like a mountain peak that has been covered with snow for many years suddenly falls.

The young man's shadow is tall and majestic, and the thick footnote beats the war drums in his heart.

The crowd only retreated, and the solemn feeling was suffocating.

The Star Voyage Sword slashed through the air, and a dull thunderous sound sounded in the air.

Boom, boom, boom.

The snow is falling and the thunder is roaring.

There was a shock in the hands of hundreds of herdsmen, and the power of their upper bloodline was completely suppressed, and they looked extremely small in the face of even more powerful forces.

From time to time, the sound of weapons breaking was heard, and in an instant, half of the weapons in the hands of many people were left.

The herdsmen were faced as if they were not a person, but a peerless divine weapon.

There is only one giant sword between heaven and earth, which contains the heaviness of the years and hides the color between heaven and earth.

The shadow of the sword that flashed in his eyes shattered everyone's fighting spirit.

The edge of the sword pierced through the thick hide, and a cold breath could be felt on everyone's skin.

This is no longer something that the body of blood can resist, like the wheel of time cannot stop turning.

Fear and despair hung over the hearts of all.

Death is so close that there is a lot of sorrow between heaven and earth.

The herders could not bear the tremendous pressure, they were paralyzed, and they could not raise the slightest desire to fight.

Even the god of the steppe did not shock them so much.

This sweeping power is far more awe-inspiring than God's faith.

Ruan Soft controlled his strength and did not hurt everyone's lives.

After taking seven steps in a row, hundreds of people fell to the ground.

There were no scars on their bodies, but their hearts were full of sorrow.

In the presence of the young men, they were like lambs to the slaughter.

There was a hint of panic in Hami's eyes, and his throat was bitter, and his legs didn't obey.

Using the power of the tribe, he still couldn't take the boy down, leaving Hami at a loss.

He never imagined that in the face of such a terrible enemy, not even wolves would pose such a threat to him.

"Let's go, it's not worth staying here. ”

Ruan Ruan put away the long sword, carried it behind his back, and stretched out his palm at Feng'er.

Feng'er subconsciously put her little hand on Ruan Ruan's palm, feeling a burst of warmth coming from above.

"Grandpa, come with us. ”

With tears on her little face, she called out to Zahn.

This land that raised her to grow up can't arouse her nostalgia at this time.

"You follow Ruan Gongzi and get out of here. The outside world is very big, with him to protect you, grandpa rest assured. ”

Zahn kindly touched Feng'er's head, a smile on his face.

"I'm old, the grassland is my home, when you are free, just come back to see grandpa. ”

Zahn took out a jade pendant from his bosom and stuffed it into Feng'er's hand.

"I promised your parents to take good care of you, and I will have Ruan Gongzi with you in the future, and I will cherish it all the way. ”

This jade pendant is a token left by Zahn at the behest of Feng'er's parents.

On the white and delicate jade pendant, there is a small "cloud" word engraved, and the shape is simple and solemn.

When she was young, she heard her grandfather say that her parents were killed in the conflict.

As she grew older, she also discovered that she was different from other people, and began to doubt her own share.

Zahn's actions confirmed Feng'er's conjecture even more, but he didn't expect that this old man who had lived with him for many years had no blood connection.

"Grandpa, you will always be Feng'er's grandfather. She threw herself into Zahn's arms and sobbed softly.

Ruan Ruan walked up to Hami, staring at the chief of the Ndo tribe with blazing eyes.

Hammy was a little weak-hearted, didn't take a step back, and said in a trembling voice, "What do you want." ”

"I will not hold you accountable for your offense against me. If you dare to continue to embarrass Grandpa Zahn, don't blame me for being cold. Ruan Ruan said word by word.

The young man's voice was not loud, but it revealed infinite majesty.

Hami only felt as if he was facing a high mountain, and lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye.

"It's me who is wrong, I am ashamed of the favor of the god of the steppe. ”

"Everyone has **, provided you have the strength to control **, otherwise you will bring disaster to yourself. ”

Ruan Ruan didn't want to change the herdsmen's minds, he just used his own experience to tell each other.

Survival is a kind of survival of the fittest, like a contest between humans and wolves.

The herders have their own way of life, and Ruan Ruan does not want to interfere in it.

He doesn't belong here, he's just a passerby in this world.

Leaving here and finding a way home is Ruan Ruan's goal.

Zahn led two horses, their backs loaded with food.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at the faces of the two with complicated expressions, and silently handed the reins to Ruan Ruan.

"Come with me. I'll take you to a new place where you really belong. ”

Ruan Ruan took Feng'er's little hand and helped her light son to sit on horseback.

The two men waved their whips, leaving a trail of horses' hooves on the snow and drifting away.

When she looked back, she saw that the camp had turned into a small black dot, and the sky and the earth were vast.

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