Looking at each other from afar, there is a person on the ten-mile wasteland.

Dressed in white, with a black crown and a bundle of hair, and a spear wrapped in silk.

There is a Xun surname and a leaf name.

It is a hundred enemies.

I don't know hundreds of people.

I saw him standing alone on the dirt slope, raising his eyebrows slightly, his eyes flashing with a strange light, quietly looking westward, looking at a wilderness and woods, as if he wanted to find something in it.

Speaking of which, the place where Xun Ye is at this moment, looking from the east to the west, is indeed a mound on the wasteland, but if you want to look from the west to the east...... I'm afraid that this mound will be seen as a majestic and tall hillside.

Not for the strange reason.

But this cloister is a basin, and this slope is precisely above the edge of the basin, and it enters the basin in the west and exits the wilderness in the east.

A gust of morning breeze came from the east, blowing the green silk and swaying his sleeves and the corners of his clothes.

The morning breeze is refreshing and pleasant, with the chill of autumn and winter, but it still leaves a little warm rhyme of spring and summer, which is not very cool.

But it's October, after all.

October.

Near the end of the year.

It's also New Year's Day.

It's just that it's just too big and small—

But his thoughts were not broken, and suddenly there was a gust of wind howling in his ears.

Xun Ye raised his eyebrows for a moment, turned his head sideways without hesitation, and waved away with a shot in the wind.

Listen, a crisp ding-dong sound.

Again, a string of gold and iron.

Breath of the Wind.

Someone catches your eye.

It is a plain military robe with a modest appearance and a slightly thin body.

A middle-aged warrior with empty hands, no weapons, and a black blindfold.

But he didn't want to, that is, his empty hands and skinny arms took advantage of the gust of wind just now and suddenly slashed on Xun Ye's silk-wrapped spear.

The spear pot silk, the flesh and bones in the clothes, collided with each other, but it exploded with a huge sound of gold and iron.

Xun Ye, who was carrying the spear, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the face of the martial artist in front of him.

I still remember that day on Ninglin Mountain, his expression was sluggish, and there was no light in his eyes, and he looked stupid at first glance.

At this moment, he grinned wildly, and his eyes were full of bright spots, like a drooping child who had received a rattle, and he was very happy.

The well-dressed Xun Ye tilted his head slightly, raised the corners of his lips a little, and smiled bitterly.

He knows him.

Or, Xun Ye had already heard of his famous name.

He is the 'first sword in martial arts'.

He is also the 'Chu Di Crazy Knife'.

He's still holding the 'mad knife'.

His name has long been well-known and well-known in the martial arts rivers and lakes, and he has long been a figure in the heart of anyone who dares to march with a sword.

Just because he is the best knife in the world today.

Just because he is the only one in thousands of years who has entered the Qimen with a knife technique.

His surname is Chu Mingmad.

Summoning the madness.

"Chu mad senior. ”

Xun Ye was carrying the spear that was trembling slightly in front of him, and he was working hard with Chu Crazy Horn, who had cut off his arms, and at the same time, he opened his lips softly, respectfully called the person in front of him, and asked in a clear voice, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing that the emaciated martial artist in front of him, who looked about a year old, first looked up, and then suddenly grinned at him twice, and asked with a smile: "I heard that Yonghua has a 'Xiangyi Spear Saint', who once broke seven hundred and two armor with one shot and killed three thousand northern barbarians...... Is that really the case?"

Xun Ye blinked his eyes when he heard this, and there was no shortage of strength in his hand, but he replied with a smile on his face: "The younger generation has also heard that there is a 'crazy demon knife' in the rivers and lakes, and he once killed all the martial arts Baijia with one sword...... Dare to ask your seniors, is it true?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard two laughs.

"What a martial arts hundred! It's just a group of people who sell their reputation and fish for fame and reputation with half a bucket of water!"

Chu Crazy burst out laughing, and suddenly his arms slid across the silk on the spear, slashing towards Xun Ye's palm holding the spear like a swift wind, as if he was about to break his five fingers.

Come to think of it, if it is an ordinary martial arts gunner, most of them will be caught off guard at this time, and they will land with five fingers.

But Xun Ye is obviously not an ordinary martial artist.

Seeing that he raised his eyebrows and stepped on his feet, he actually took advantage of the moment when Chu Mad waved his arms and loosened the pressure, flipped his palm and danced the spear, and in an instant, the spear flew around three hundred and sixty degrees, and bounced Chu Mad 's arms with its momentum.

Then he suddenly grasped the body of the spear with both palms, and pulled the body of the spear horizontally, so that if it was like a green dragon knife, it would actually be counterattacked in the middle of the Russian army, and he took a quick step and slashed at Chu Mad's body.

The body of the spear is like a blade, splitting the wind in two, and blowing the cloud patterns on its clothes.

If Xun Ye was quick to see and grasp Chu Yan's intentions in just half an instant, he would have made use of it...... That Chu madness was bold and careful, and he didn't avoid it at the moment when Xun Ye waved his gun to stop his waist and broke Changhong's anger, and took a step forward quietly, and actually held this silk spear saint with a 'snap' with his palm!

Immediately afterwards, the other palm turned into a hand knife, stabbing directly into the heart and lungs in front of his body, and wanted to break his chest!

But seeing Xun Ye squinting again, as if he had already expected Chu Mad to do this, his right hand immediately flipped over the gun, and his hands shook the gun up and down with the momentum of holding the oars, and he actually subtly flicked away the hand knife that came from the stabbing stab;

Chu Madness smiled, immediately let go and retreated, retreating three feet away.

Xun Ye raised his lips slightly, and immediately swung his spear in the air, slashing at Chu Madly.

I heard a muffled sound.

Chu Mad didn't dodge, just smiled and looked at the silk gun.

The gun didn't fall, but it stopped three inches above it.

But it caused cracks on the surrounding soil slopes.

A puff of sand and dust rose.

"What armor-piercing seven hundred and two. ”

Xun Ye took a breath lightly, blinked his ink eyes, which had not shone at all from beginning to end, put away his gun and brushed his sleeves, and said with a faint smile.

"It's just a group of northern barbarians who were driven to the shelves in a hurry. ”