When the smoke of the northern region rose, the border city fell, and the head of the family hated to wait for the snow. There are those brave and resolute people, loyal to the liver and brave to the sky. Galloping on the cold pass, he threw a lonely heart, killed the wolf monarch, and saved the people from fire and water. Whoever dares to sacrifice his body in the battle array and lead the six arrows to the divine wind, the one who should be the one will be easy. Look at the last warrior who broke through the thousands of armies with a rage of rushing to the crown. The soul returns, the inscription is covered with snow, heroic but ancient and modern. Cangshan is far away, and the soul is not lost. Dream of the homeland, blue blood and danqing.

The scarred Fu Chunlei brandished his knife like a storm, and in his eyes, there was no longer any concern at this time, only the exhilarating feeling of tearing the enemy's body in the middle of the battle. In a trance, he remembered his childhood. His mother held the young man in her arms and passed out in the cold and windy snowfields of the north. The mother had a heavy cold knife stuck in her body, which had been pierced through the chest and died, it was the enemy's knife.

Fu Chunlei's parents were righteous rangers in Zhongzhou, who were slaughtered because of a gang vendetta. His mother fought with her life to protect him away from the Central Plains and came to the border pass to the north. On the snowy plain, in order to prevent her child from being captured by the enemy, the mother held Fu Chunlei in her arms and took the enemy's knife to the distant region of Saibei.

When he was dying, his mother told him that his husband should stand up to the sky and live strongly. Acting chivalrous and righteous, for the country and the people. Fu Chunlei fell on his mother and cried, but he was young and could not do anything. But his mother's words have always been engraved in his heart.

At nightfall, countless ice wolves rushed from between the snow valleys, intending to devour the mother and son. Fu Chunlei was eight or nine years old at the time, but his unyielding faith made him still fight under the siege of wolves. That night, he relied on the enemy's cold knife that stabbed his mother to death, slaughtered countless ice wolves, and crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

Fu Chunlei carried a cold knife and wandered alone in the Northern Regions. He fought with the cold and wind, fought with the bloodthirsty ice wolf, experienced countless life and death dangers, and the desperate fight between the ice fields refined Fu Chunlei's wild and belligerent character, and when facing the enemy, he was like a fierce tiger and a vicious beast. The sect that slaughtered him was killed by him alone, and the blood flowed like a river that night, and it became the famous name of the sword demon in Saibei.

And at this time, these murderous wolf soldiers who slaughtered the people of Stardew City, in the eyes of Fu Chunlei, were no different from the wicked people who destroyed him. How can you not avenge the enmity of your family and country! His roar shook the earth like thunder, and above the cold knife, the sword was even stronger. Under his urging, the sharp cold knife suddenly gave birth to countless ice spikes, piercing all the enemies in front of him.

With a swing of his sword, Fu Chunlei slashed straight into the general's neck, and pierced his head from the wolf's body. The general screamed so badly that his head would shatter and he would die on the ground. The rest of the generals hurriedly came to rob it, but Fu Chunlei leaned over and cut off countless wolf legs, fell to the ground miserably, and were trampled to death by countless military horses in the rear.

Fu Chunlei stabbed on the ground, panting heavily. He looked back into the distance, and saw that he was alone, and he actually killed many wolf soldiers to cower, at the exit of the camp in the distance, Lu Yang and Mu Hantian took the three princes as hostages, and they had gradually left the enemy siege.

At this time, within a radius of several zhang from him, it was already full of broken corpses of wolf soldiers. Nearly half of the most brave and warlike soldiers of the Heavenly Wolf Country are here, but none of them can compete with Fu Chunlei, and even the second prince of the Heavenly Wolf Country who was brave enough to cover all directions was defeated by Fu Chunlei's sword. Not to mention these generals who are not as good as the wolf sky.

Many military horses did not dare to move forward, and the man in front of him seemed to have become an invincible god of war, and every swing of the knife was a nightmare for the wolf soldiers. Just standing there with his tall body made an army of 100,000 people tremble, and no one dared to compete with him.

However, no matter how unparalleled Fu Chunlei is, he is just a person! His strength will eventually be exhausted, under the siege of the wolf soldiers, Fu Chunlei is unable to support himself, he only feels that the cold knife in his hand is getting heavier and heavier, and blood is constantly oozing out of the tiger's mouth in his arms, and the scars all over his body make him feel weak and exhausted. Like a trapped beast that has lost its direction in a raging storm, it just fights instinctively.

"Haha! Die!" One of the generals of the thief soldier galloped forward with his mount, and fought with Fu Chunlei for several times, seeing that the latter had fought until his physical strength was exhausted, and his sword skills had lost his strength. At that moment, he took advantage of his unpreparedness, raised a kick and kicked it fiercely between Fu Chunlei's lower abdomen, Fu Chunlei was powerless to resist, was kicked and flew out, blood sprayed wildly, rolled to the ground, and between the wolf riding and running, his tall body was constantly trampled by iron hooves, rolling.

Fu Chunlei was covered with scars, knife wounds, and gun marks, countless of them. But he still roared unyieldingly, he still had to fight! But his body was already full of holes at this time.

Even though he no longer had the strength to get up again, he still clenched the cold knife in his hand, and even his nails were embedded in the palm of his hand. In the distance, the enemy's iron cavalry came to cover up, countless spears suddenly pierced his body, and at the last moment of his life, Fu Chunlei roared again, using all his strength, struggling to raise the cold knife and stabbing into the heart of a wolf soldier. The wolf soldier crashed down, his helmet fell to the ground, and Fu Chunlei was also pierced through his body by countless spears at the same time.

In the midst of the blood splashing, Fu Chunlei raised his head to the sky and roared, roaring like thunder, stretching endlessly, terrifying that all the wolf riders retreated, he used his last strength, among the chaotic army, towards the location of Stardew City, and hung down the head of the arrogant I with relief.

In this battle, he faced hundreds of thousands of wolf soldiers in the enemy camp and did not take half a step back. With the power of celibacy, kill thousands of enemies. Although he sacrificed his life heroically, his heroic spirit lasted forever, and he should be a cloud man. The name of a strong man in his day should resound throughout Kyushu. The pride and ambition have never been extinguished, and perhaps the six white snows outside the gate can pay tribute to the unyielding soul buried here.

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The sky is bright, the fine snow is sprinkled like floating light and falling silver, and the distant mountains are covered with snow, and the cold fog is covered with smoke. The grass and trees in the mountains are wrapped in white veil, and the snow scene in the northern region is really like being in a dreamland, full of glass, not stained with dust.

Outside the Snow Wolf Valley, those 'cold and frozen gas' that condensed like smoke and dust barriers have become an excellent hiding place for Lu Yang and others, and Lu Yang and the two of them had to get out of the siege because they had the three princes of the Heavenly Wolf Country in their hands, and they took the ice wolf, and under the desperate cover of Fu Chunlei, they had to get out of the siege.

Mu Hantian skillfully used the dense fog formed by these 'Heavenly Cold Freezing Gas', and after entering the mist miasma, he used his sword qi to sweep away the chaotic snow, and also buried everyone's footprints.

Lu Yang lay weakly on the saddle, and Mu Hantian led the mount to run in the cold mist, and it was thanks to him that he snatched an ice wolf domesticated by the thief army from the chaotic array, so that he could barely escape with Lu Yang. This ice wolf was born in the snowfields of the Northern Regions, which is very compatible with the bitter cold natural environment of the Northern Regions, so it can still run like flying on the snow in the forest, and is not affected by the surrounding freezing air.

The third prince was frightened by Mu Hantian in the chaotic army before, and he couldn't bear it and fainted. At this time, the mount was running and bumpy along the way, but when he woke up, he saw that Lu Yang and the two were in a heavy mood, and the tears in the corners of their eyes had not dried. Although the wolf clan is the enemy of life and death with this group of Central Plains people, he can't help but admire these chivalrous people at this moment, these people don't care about life and death, crazy people can't believe it, but what is it that has such power that can make them so desperate to protect it?

"Let me go, and when I return to the army, they will not come after you. The third prince was in the cold fog, only so cold that he lost consciousness all over his body, and with a crying voice, he begged Mu Hantian to be humane.

Mu Hantian didn't say a word with a cold face, and he didn't pay attention to the three princes. Just silently observe the trajectory of the stars and drive the mount through the fog through the forest. The departure of these many good brothers made this cold and arrogant swordsman, who was used to being lonely on weekdays, only full of sorrow and hatred at this time. It's just that he is still strong enough to endure the pain in his heart, and hide all the sorrow in his heart in the pale face under the hat.

He still has a careful plan in his heart, wanting to seek revenge on the wolf clan in the Northern Regions, and he will never fight to the death with him alone, and finally the corpse field can be ended. Among the six, only Lu Yang is still young. His powerful and inexplicable bronze ancient sword, as well as a mysterious mana, are the biggest variables in the future. Mu Hantian has read countless people in his life, but even he can't see through what kind of growth Lu Yang will have in the future.

Therefore, he secretly made up his mind to take this young man out safely, although his life experience was a fog. But this young man, he has a pure heart, Mu Hantian is convinced that Lu Yang, who will grow up in the future, will definitely go to the north for the stability of his family and country, so he will go to the north, and finally completely destroy these brutal wolf clans.

At the same time, in the northern region, there is still the mysterious blood wolf tantra hidden. Mu Hantian has been crisscrossing the Northern Regions for many years, and he has also heard that the style of the people in the Blood Wolf Tantric Sect is vicious, and this group of powerful cultivators colludes with the wolf clan, and they are great enemies. If Lu Yang can grow to the point where he can compete with them in the future, then he will be able to hold on to the Blood Wolf Tantra.

The snow kept falling in the barren mountains, but the world around it gradually changed from an empty white to its own color. Mu Hantian and the three of them had already left this land of cold fog, and they had completely escaped the pursuit of the wolf soldiers and iron horses. Mu Hantian found a place to shelter from the wind and snow under the mountain rocks, and the three of them sat on the ground, raising a fire to roast the clothes that had already been frozen stiff by the cold mist.

Mu Hantian sat on the snow, silently looking at the warm and beating flames, and at some point in his deep eyes, two lines of turbid and sad tears flowed.

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