The sky is high and refreshing, and the wind blows the grass on the ground to sway from side to side, and as far as the eye can see, on the plains of a flat river, there are bursts of green waves.

The horses neighed and the beasts roared, and on the northwest plains, teams of chariots and horses galloped, rolling up countless grass clippings.

The convoy was divided into several teams, which were distinct from each other, judging by the family emblems and costumes on the carriages.

Luo Feng, Luo Ying, Ziling, and more than a dozen Luo family members rode horses at the back of the team.

Two days had passed since they left Black Cloud City, and the group had entered the hinterland of the Northwest Plains. Da Shangcheng is right in the northwest of Black Cloud City, and if you want to go to the big mall, you must cross the entire Northwest Plain, otherwise, you need to take a long detour to get there.

In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, Luo Ying proposed to join this convoy of several caravans, so as to avoid being harassed by small groups of horse thieves, and the speed was faster than acting alone.

"Luo Feng, the strength of this team is good, and it should be able to reach the big mall safely. If you are in a hurry about the experience, you can leave first. Riding a horse and Luo Feng in parallel, Luo Ying said.

Luo Feng shook his head: "No, I'm just taking advantage of these few days to stabilize some realms." ”

There are nearly ten Spirit Whirl Realm martial artists in this team, and the strongest one is the early stage cultivation of the Spirit Whirl Realm, a small group of horse thieves, and he really doesn't dare to have any thoughts. But if you encounter a large adventure group like the Blood Skull Horse Thief Group, it is still very dangerous.

"Oh well. Luo Ying nodded slightly.

Click-and-click......

At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and a young warrior in the front team leaned over on horseback.

Seeing someone coming, Ziling pursed her red lips and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Sister Luo Ying, the annoying guy is here again." ”

Hearing this, Luo Feng glanced ahead, in front of him was a man in his twenties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, wearing a black cloak, wearing a sword at his waist, and the cloak was hunting and flying under the strong wind of the plains, which was quite imposing.

This person's name is Han Qi, a fourfold peak martial artist in the Spirit Vortex Realm, when Luo Feng and his party first joined this team, the other party took the initiative to talk to Luo Ying.

Although Luo Feng was a little unhappy about this, as the so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, the other party did not do anything out of the ordinary, so he could only let the other party go.

Without paying too much attention to it, Luo Feng closed his eyes and began to operate the cultivation of the vitality in his body, only separating a trace of spirit from the outside, sensing the changes around him, and being alert to potential dangers.

Han Qi approached on horseback, glanced at Luo Feng, his eyes immediately fell on Luo Ying, and said with a smile:

"Two young ladies, it's windy outside, and our caravan still has extra carriages, do you want to go up and rest for a while?"

Ziling didn't like the other party's fake tone, lifted the reins, urged the horse to gallop a few steps, and said coldly:

"We cultivators, how can we be afraid of this bit of wind and frost. Do you look down on us? Sister Luo Ying, do you say yes? ”

Han Qi was speechless for a while, and hurriedly said, "You misunderstood, I didn't mean that." ”

Luo Ying smiled secretly in her heart, she was not a little girl, how could she not know that Han Qi deliberately approached her purpose, and responded coldly several times, wanting the other party to retreat in the face of difficulties, but the effect was not very good.

The beautiful eyes glanced at Luo Feng, Luo Ying's lips showed a subtle smile, and he reached out to pick off a piece of broken grass from Luo Feng's hair affectionately, and said with a smile: "Luo Feng, this road is not easy to walk, you should be careful when riding a horse." ”

Seeing this scene, Han Qi's face stiffened slightly and frowned.

Seeing Luo Yingrong's outstanding temperament, he couldn't help but feel a little moved, but he didn't expect that he would hit a wall again and again, at this time, seeing Luo Ying's attitude towards Luo Feng, he couldn't help but transfer all this anger to Luo Feng in his heart, with a little hostility in his eyes, he said:

"Miss Luo Ying, who is this?"

Luo Feng opened his eyes, saw Luo Ying's indifferent look, smiled bitterly in his heart, looked at Han Qi, and said lightly: "Is there something wrong?"

Han Qi showed a little smug in his eyes, and asked, "I want to ask you, what is the cultivation realm now." ”

He couldn't see through Luo Feng's cultivation, and guessed that the other party should have cultivated some kind of means of concealing aura, as for the possibility that Luo Feng's cultivation far exceeded him, he didn't think about it.

Luo Feng raised his eyebrows, "It's none of your business." ”

Han Qi smiled: "I just want to remind you that your strength is not enough, don't run around." There are often horse thieves and bandits in the Northwest Plains, and their favorite is a young master like you, who is not deeply involved in the world. Some time ago, the young master of the Cang family in Yunhan City led people through the Northwest Plain, and he was beheaded, his hands and feet were cut off, and he was discarded in the plain. ”

Han Qi's tone was low, wanting to scare Luo Feng and show his majesty.

However, the result disappointed him.

"Oh. ”

Luo Feng nodded calmly.

Ziling heard Han Qi's words, and sneered at Luo Feng, and snorted: "Don't worry about it, even if there are really horse thieves and bandits, it will be easy for the young master to kill them." ”

"Hehe, it seems that you don't know the horror of horse thieves in the Northwest Plains. ”

Han Qi said: "The Northwest Plain is thousands of miles long, and there are countless masters hidden in it, and the leaders of several big horse thief groups are all strong in the Spirit Vortex Realm, and some of them can even fight with the masters of the New Dragon List. These people have been doing murderous and overselling in the Northwest Plain all the year round, and the exercises and martial arts they practice are all superb, plus they have been fighting all year round, and they can scare ordinary people to death with murderous energy, and those sons of the family, in the face of these people, don't even have the courage to make a move, so they can only kneel and beg for mercy. ”

In the end, Han Qi looked at Luo Feng, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer.

Luo Ying frowned slightly, and glanced at Han Qi, she thought that the other party was just a little ignorant of advancing and retreating, but she didn't expect that her character would be so inferior, sneering, and deliberately insulting Luo Feng, which was completely a villain.

"If you're done, then please go back. ”

Invisibly, Luo Ying's tone became cold.

The warriors of the Luo family in the back are also very unkind to each other.

Han Qi frowned, glanced at Luo Feng coldly, and turned around to leave.

Well?

Luo Feng's eyes condensed slightly, and he suddenly looked at the vast grassland ahead.

The sky and the end of the plain are connected into one piece, boundless, and the golden sunlight shines through the gaps in the clouds, forming huge pillars of light.

Shout!

Suddenly, a blue light pierced the silence.

The blue light rose into the sky and exploded in the sky, forming a cyan sunflower that lasted for a long time.

"Aokui!"

"It's the Aoi Horse Thieves!"

The shouts were everywhere, and the whole convoy was in an uproar, and when I saw the cyan sunflower in the sky, the people in the convoy were colorless.

"Someone is coming, I'm afraid there are hundreds. Luo Feng grabbed the reins and spoke.

Luo Ying nodded: "The person who came should be a member of the Qingkui Horse Thieves Group." The Qingkui Horse Thieves Regiment is one of the best horse thieves in the Northwest Plain, the three masters are all martial artists of the Spirit Whirl Realm, the big master Blue-faced Ghost is the six-fold master of the Spirit Whirl Realm, and the second master and the third master are all five-fold martial artists of the Spirit Whirlpool Realm. ”

"How is it possible, this is not the sphere of influence of the Qingkui Horse Thieves. How could they be here......"

Beside him, Han Qi looked at the cyan sunflowers in the sky, his face was as white as paper, and his body was trembling slightly.

In the convoy, although there were nearly ten Spirit Vorte Realm martial artists, the highest cultivator was only a fifth-stage martial artist in the Spirit Vortex Realm, and he was not the opponent of the Qingkui Horse Thieves at all.

Luo Feng was not surprised when he heard Han Qi's words, now that the two leaders of the Blood Skull Horse Thieves Group have been killed by him, and the Blood Skull Horse Thieves Group exists in name only, I am afraid that the situation in the Northwest Plains has also been affected.

Click-and-click......

In the blink of an eye, the chaotic sound of horses' hooves was far and near, and on the green horizon, hundreds of horse thieves shouted and rushed towards the sky.

"It's really the Qingkui Horse Thieves Group, the three leaders of the Qingkui Horse Thieves Group are also here, and the blue-faced man at the front should be the green-faced ghost. ”

"What, the blue-faced ghost is here too!"

"Dead, we're all dead. ”

"Run!"

Seeing a large number of horse thieves, the entire convoy immediately became chaotic, and some warriors flew out crying wolf.

Han Qi held the sword, his face was cloudy, and he gritted his teeth and was about to escape.

At this time, another Spirit Whirlpool Realm martial artist, unable to bear the fear, his figure rose into the sky, turned into a streamer, and flew into the distance without his life.

Poof!

The blue light flashed, and a miserable howl came from the sky, and the body of this Spirit Whirlwind Realm martial artist exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Call......

The blood mist dispersed, and a green-faced man with a bearded face came out, holding a bloody human head in his hand, which was the Spirit Whirlpool Realm martial artist who had escaped just now.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces turned pale, and Han Qi, who was about to escape, trembled slightly with his right hand holding the sword, and almost fell off his horse.

This person is the blue-faced ghost of the Qingkui Horse Thieves Group, with a fierce personality, killing people like hemp, and never leaving a living mouth in his hands, the other horse thieves are first seeking wealth, and do not kill people indiscriminately, and the Qingkui Adventure Group is different, these people are all evil ghosts, they kill people when they see them, and the chance of surviving when they meet them is more difficult than that of dead wood in spring.

In the sky, the blue-faced ghost slapped a few people at will, bombarded and killed a few people who escaped, his eyes swept to the people below who wanted to escape but did not dare to escape, and blasted the head in his hand with one punch, and said with a hideous smile:

"There is always only one way for those who meet my blue-faced ghost, and that is the dead end!

"Kill!"

With the order of the blue-faced ghost, hundreds of horse thieves shouted in unison, shouting and killing shook the sky, and rushed towards the convoy like a lightning speed.

Chop!

When the horse thief was less than 100 meters away from the convoy, Luo Feng drew his knife and waved.

There was no obvious sword light and knife qi, and an incomparably condensed snow-bright white line stuck to the side of Han Qi's ear, piercing out, and cutting off a few strands of hair.

Poof!

Silently, the body suddenly stopped.

The next moment!

Within a hundred meters of the white line, the bodies of the horse thief and the horse sitting down seemed to be run over by the knife mountain, cracking apart in an instant, scattering into a field of flesh and blood.