The dark night in the desert, with a hint of coolness, looking from a distance, the endless sky, except for the occasional undulating sand dunes, is the cold wind mixed with the coldness.

Tonight is a good day, looking up at the sky full of stars, there is not a trace of dark clouds in the sky, and the bright moonlight in the desert, paved with a soft pale yellow halo.

The only light in the desert came from behind a sand dune, where a dying bonfire was still struggling to let out its last rays of light.

At this moment, it is also the middle of the night, and there are only two hours before dawn.

Zhang Peng sat cross-legged by the bonfire, opened his eyes from time to time, looked around, and then withdrew his gaze, looking at Zheng Yingjun who was snoring loudly and Zhang Jie who was holding his breath, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a faint smile.

Zhang Peng turned his head and saw the two desert horses standing next to him, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, after three days and three nights of running, he could still stand proudly in the desert without any food, and I am afraid that only the desert horse can do it! If it were replaced by ordinary horses, I am afraid that I would have died of exhaustion and starvation!

The bonfire was beating "beep", and it was still quiet in the desert, Zhang Peng sighed, and then picked up the water bag beside him and poured two sips of water.

This slight movement woke Zhang Jie up at once, only to see Zhang Jie's eyelids move slightly, and then suddenly opened, and the moment his eyes opened, two rays of light shot out of his eyes, which was extremely scary.

After waking up, Zhang Jie didn't make much movement, just frowned slightly and slowly looked around, and then when he saw Zhang Peng who was drinking water, his frowning brows were released.

"Peng, why don't you wake me up?" Zhang Jie asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Peng took the water bag away from his eyes, smiled at Zhang Jie, and said softly: "It's still early, and I don't want to sleep either!"

Zhang Jie turned over and stood up suddenly, then paced to Zhang Peng's side, slowly sat down, reached out to take the water bag handed over by Zhang Peng, and poured two mouthfuls.

"Let's set off tomorrow morning, all the way to the pass with confidence, I think in two days, we will be able to enter the customs!" Zhang Peng said in a low voice.

Zhang Jie stretched out his hand to wipe the water stains on the corner of his mouth, and then raised his eyes to look at Zheng Yingjun, who was sleeping soundly, and Duolong, who was sleeping in the corner, and said slowly: "Since we set off from Cloud Snow City, we haven't had a good rest, I'm just afraid that if we continue to consume like this, that Duolong will not be able to stand it!"

Zhang Peng nodded casually, and then said: "Although your right hand has been fixed, after all, it was broken by the broken waves, if you don't rush back to the Central Plains for treatment as soon as possible, I'm afraid there will be some bad effects!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jie frowned and asked, "Peng, how are your internal injuries?"

The internal injuries that Zhang Jie refers to refer to are the injuries caused by Zhang Peng's slap by Broken Waves in the Mausoleum of the Young King!

Zhang Peng rubbed his chest with his hand, and then said with a smile: "It's not a big deal! As long as you don't fight to the death, you won't get in the way!"

Zhang Jie nodded slowly, and then said faintly: "Peng, let me ask you, is that Broken Wave really the number one master of the Yunxue List?"

Zhang Peng frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Of course, why do you ask that?"

Hearing Zhang Peng's affirmation, the doubt on Zhang Jie's face became even stronger, and he saw Zhang Jie looking puzzled, and muttered: "If he is from Yunxue City, then why would he let me go?"

"What do you mean?"

Regarding the details of Zhang Jie's final fight with Duan Fei, Zhang Peng was not clear, so he asked each other.

Zhang Jie explained to Zhang Peng in detail the details of his fight with Broken Lang in the Mausoleum of the Young King that day, and Zhang Peng was also surprised to hear it, indeed Zhang Peng couldn't understand why Broken Wave gave up his defense in the end and let Zhang Jie stab him with a sword. What Zhang Peng and Zhang Jie couldn't figure out the most was that the last broken wave turned red in the eyes, and there were signs of crying. This kind of thing, kill him

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We can't figure out why!

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Peng smiled and said: "Maybe this is the will of heaven! Heaven will not kill us, so we escaped alive!"

Zhang Jie also smiled slightly, but it can be seen from his solemn eyes that Zhang Jie definitely doesn't believe that this is a coincidence, he thinks that there must be some internal connection in it, but he doesn't know it yet!

Just when Zhang Peng and Zhang Jie were talking and laughing, they suddenly heard an extremely subtle sound of horses' hooves sounding in the empty desert, this sound gave people a feeling of being extremely distant, and it was quite weird, as if there was a feeling of nothingness, which made it easier for people to believe that they had heard it wrong!

As soon as this voice came, Zhang Peng and Zhang Jie frowned almost at the same time, and then the two looked at each other with solemn faces.

"Applejack?" Zhang Peng called out softly.

saw Zhang Jie stretch out his hand to stop Zhang Peng's words, and nodded solemnly behind him.

Seeing Zhang Jie nodding, Zhang Peng jumped up all of a sudden and looked into the distance.

Because if only Zhang Peng hears it, it may be an illusion, but if even Zhang Jie hears it, then it is definitely not an illusion, but someone is really approaching his side!

Just when Zhang Peng got up, Zhang Jie's body moved suddenly, and then slapped the sand with his right hand, his body tumbled up, his legs were like electricity, and a layer of sand was kicked up on the surface of his feet, and the bonfire in front of him was extinguished in an instant.

"Whew!" the sound of sand extinguishing a bonfire rang out in the night sky.

As soon as this sound came out, Zheng Yingjun, who was still asleep, suddenly opened his eyelids, and then a harrier turned over and stood up, looking at Zhang Peng and Zhang Jie with a cautious expression.

"What?" asked Jung.

"Someone!" Zhang Peng whispered, "and it's coming for us!"

Hearing this, Zheng Yingjun walked up to the sand dune in two steps, stood on it and looked into the distance, while Zhang Peng and Zhang Jie quickly led the horses.

"Without further ado, let's go!" Zhang Peng said urgently.

Zheng Yingjun no longer hesitated, jumped off the sand dune, and then walked quickly towards the horse led by Zhang Jie, and kicked the sleeping Duolong along the way, and Duolong turned over and sat up.

Before Duolong could react, his body had been picked up by Zheng Yingjun's big hand on the horse, and before he could exclaim, he was pressed on the horse's back by Zheng Yingjun, and then Zheng Yingjun waved his hand, and the horse ran quickly to the south in pain.

And Zhang Peng and Zhang Jie's horses are close behind.

Just when Zhang Peng and his party left less than half a cup of tea, a horse team rushed here, the horse team looked like forty or fifty people, all dressed in black hardcover, with a terrible steel knife hanging from their waists, and the two people led by the horse team were inexplicably with a solemn fire and a slight frown.

When he arrived, Huo Yan turned over and dismounted, and then walked quickly to the extinguished bonfire, stretched out his hand and placed his hand on the sand around the campfire, and a faint temperature passed through his fingers into Huo Yan's mind.

"They just left, chase me!"

Huo Yan shouted suddenly, and then his feet were light, and his body flew towards his horse, turning over in the air, and landed firmly on the horse's back, after riding the horse, Huo Yan did not hesitate to wave his whip and run towards the south.

"Hiss!" the horse neighed, and inexplicably followed with a group of black-clothed men behind him.

Zhang Peng and his entourage rode a horse together, and the horses had been running for many days, without eating, so they were naturally not as fast as Huo Yan and the others behind them, so it didn't take long for Huo Yan's horse team to see the shadows of Zhang Peng and others.

"Zhang Peng, you gutless rat, see where you can run this time?" Huo Yan shouted at Zhang Peng not far ahead.

As if feeling the continuous approach of the horse team behind him, Zheng Yingjun frowned, and shouted at Zhang Peng: "Peng, it's better to be."

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Dismount and finish the tail in the back?"

Zhang Peng frowned at the moment, and said loudly: "I feel that the pursuers this time are different from the previous ones, it seems that there are more people this time!"

As soon as Zhang Peng's words fell, Zhang Jie said in a condensed voice: "I have a bad premonition, maybe there are first-class masters among the pursuers this time!"

These words made Zhang Peng and Zheng Yingjun silent for a while, but they heard Duolong behind Zheng Yingjun and said tremblingly: "That, I seem to know that voice..."

Duolong's words made Zhang Peng's eyes light up, and Zheng Yingjun shouted: "Then what are you waiting for if you don't say it?"

"That person should be the killing god of Cloud Snow City, Huoyan!" said Duolong with difficulty.

"Who is Huoyan?" asked Zhang Peng suspiciously.

"The fourth master on the Yunxue list, that person is a madman! Being targeted by him, we are in big trouble!"

Hearing this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zheng Yingjun's eyes, and then he said coldly: "Then he is really in trouble when he meets Lao Tzu!"

After that, Zheng Yingjun wanted to stop at the horse to fight, but was stopped by Zhang Peng: "Don't be impulsive, fat man, don't make a move until you have to!"

Zheng Yingjun scolded angrily, and then slammed the horsewhip, and the horse's pain speed was accelerated by half a minute!

In the middle of the desert, two horses galloped forward as if fleeing for their lives, while forty or fifty desert horses behind were chasing behind. In this way, from the early hours of the morning to the edge of the sky, the fish belly was white!

At this time, the distance between the two sides has become closer and closer, and the distance between them has been shortened to less than 100 meters!

"Peng, this can't work! Our horses are far inferior to them, and the result will be the same if we run any longer!" Zhang Jie said in a condensed voice.

"That's it, let's kill it!" Zheng Yingjun also echoed.

However, he saw a smile slowly appear on the corner of Zhang Peng's mouth, and then said faintly: "We should avoid the war, not because we are afraid of the flames, but because we want to avoid its edge! The so-called one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion! The other is exhausted, and what we are waiting for is an opportunity!"

Zhang Peng's words made Zheng Yingjun and Zhang Jie stunned for a moment, and then a bloodthirsty smile slowly appeared on their faces.

"Zhang Peng, I didn't expect you to be such a timid rat!

Huo Yan, who was following behind, had long lost the patience to chase down, so after seeing that the distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters, Huo Yan shouted, and then a little under his feet, his body was light, and he rose into the air. After getting up, he slammed on the horse's head under his feet, brandished the moon-picking spear, and quickly swept towards Zhang Peng in front.

The speed of the flame was extremely fast, and he had already thrown the horse team behind him far away, and after flying out of nearly fifty meters, his body fell, and then he stomped on the ground under his feet, and his body flew up several feet again, heading towards Zhang Peng at great speed.

Zheng Yingjun glanced back at Huo Yan and laughed: "The momentum is not bad, Peng, I'll cut him!"

"Let's leave this person to Applejack!" Zhang Peng said.

At this moment, Zhang Jie had already held the short sword in his hand, and there was no expression in his eyes that was indifferent. The flames behind Ren were approaching, and Zhang Jie was unmoved, because he was now waiting for a signal from Zhang Peng!

The corners of Zhang Peng's mouth slowly curled, and he had already sensed that at this moment, the flame was less than twenty meters away from his people.

Suddenly, Zhang Peng's eyes suddenly gathered, and then he shouted: "It's now!"

Before Zhang Peng's words fell, Zhang Jie had already moved, and his figure broke away from the horse's back in a flash, and then left a string of black shadows in the air, and he greeted the slightly startled fire behind him.

Facing the shocked flames, a cold and weird smile appeared on Zhang Jie's handsome face.

"Fire flames, look at who is the real god of killing between you and me!"

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