The emotion of survival in my heart is like a lit oil drum exploding in the chest of the horse thieves at this moment, everything at this time is no longer important, there is only the will to survive. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoZhao Zhijing's slowly approaching figure was like a approaching grim reaper, and the fog of death was constantly spreading at this time.

In the eyes of the horse thieves, the crescent moon above the sky seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, and the moonlight emitted from it became dim, and the galaxy formed by the convergence of stars also became dim at this time. The aura of death emanating from Zhao Zhijing's body was like this dark cloud, obscuring the starlight of hope in the hearts of the horse thieves and dimming it.

As Zhao Zhijing approached, this depressing breath became even thicker, like a boulder pressing on everyone's chest, and under the dull breath, even breathing became difficult at this time. At this moment, a horse thief who couldn't hold back anymore suddenly roared, and the blood vessels in those two eyes burst out, and a pair of eyes had turned red.

The reins in his hand waved suddenly, and the war horse neighed towards the dark grassland in the distance, wanting to throw Zhao Zhijing behind. It's just that everything in reality and the thoughts in my heart are often in conflict, and wanting to escape alone naturally also drove everyone, and at this moment, those horse thieves who were a little broken in their hearts saw someone fleeing. Under the desire to survive, everyone no longer had fear of the leader in their hearts, and immediately drove the war horses to scatter and flee.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's figure flashed suddenly, and the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand slashed rapidly across the ground, and suddenly a small piece of sand was picked up by Zhao Zhijing, and Zhao Zhijing was dancing. The pure innate true element had already been injected into the dust. With a strange smile on his face, he watched the Purple Emperor Sword in the hand of Zhao Zhijing, the galloping horse thief, suddenly twitch.

At this time, the sand full of innate true elements rushed out like sharp arrows off the string. Above the roar, the tiny sands have already broken through the layers of air curtains. In the popping sound, it was already submerged in the horse thief's body, and suddenly bright red blood flowers bloomed on the horse thief's robe. The war horse was still galloping, and the horse thief who was hit on the horseback only felt that his body had become extremely cold, his body had become numb, and his beating heart had become weak at this time.

When Zhao Zhijing's figure kept flashing, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand also continued to slide out a wonderful trajectory at this time, the sand and dust were flying, the grass was in the air, and suddenly bright red flowers bloomed on the horse thieves, and the blood that slowly flowed out dyed the robes on their bodies red. The unconscious horse thief also unknowingly fell from the horse's back and slammed into the grassy ground, the slow flow of blood staining the slender leaves of the grass red.

Unknowingly, Zhao Zhijing had slaughtered all the horse thieves of more than 100 people, and only the leader of the horse thieves and his junior brother were still alive. With his eyes swept away, there was no trace of the two of them in the night, Zhao Zhijing's heart was a little unwilling, he didn't expect that in the end, these horse thieves would scatter and flee, and he couldn't throw Lin Ruohua and a few people down to chase and kill. Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing's figure lightly jumped on the horse thief's warhorse. The reins in his hand suddenly waved, and the war horse suddenly galloped towards the camp.

After a while, Zhao Zhijing saw a flash of firelight, an unusually conspicuous firelight in this dark night. The camp was already only in front of him, and suddenly the stirrups on Zhao Zhijing's feet were suddenly on the horse's belly, and the speed of the horse under him suddenly increased at this time, the whistling wind swept past Zhao Zhijing's ears, and his long black hair rose at this time, swaying with the whistling night wind.

When the war horse stepped into the camp, Zhao Zhijing saw Lin Ruohua and the others with a hint of nervousness in their eyes at this time. Seeing Zhao Zhijing's arrival, and the robe that was still white, there was not the slightest stain on his robe. It was as if Zhao Zhijing had just left for a short while, without the slightest danger. At this moment, the uneasiness in the eyes of Lin Ruohua and the others fell to the ground like a boulder hanging in the air.

Zhao Zhijing, who jumped down from the horse, stepped out of Lin Ruohua's arms and hugged Lin Nian, who had woken up, lightly pecked him on the forehead, and then said to Lin Ruohua and the others: "Don't worry, it's okay, those nasty rats have been driven away by me!"

Zhao Zhijing, who sat down, casually threw the dry firewood beside him into the bonfire where the flames became dim at this time, and with the addition of fuel, the bonfire became huge at this time, and more than three feet of flames rose in the air, illuminating the dark space.

In this dark night sky, Zhao Zhijing's burning bonfire is like a lighthouse in the night, becoming particularly conspicuous. Before he knew it, a tall steppe wolf stood on top of a raised hill, its turquoise eyes staring straight at the bright light of the fire, and the sharp fangs of your jaw were baring in the night sky.

Just when Zhao Zhijing was looking forward to tomorrow's sunshine, most of the night had passed. In the quiet grassland, only the insects still chirped. It's just that at this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in Zhao Zhijing's ears, and the next moment Zhao Zhijing, who swept his eyes, saw two war horses galloping over, and there was a capable figure on them.

When he came closer, Zhao Zhijing saw by the light of the fire that these two people were clearly the leader of the horse thieves who had escaped and his junior brother were also the second leaders of the horse thieves, but the two who left for some reason actually came here at one time. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing thought to himself: "Could it be that God asked me to kill the two of them, so that the two people who are familiar with the terrain can come here again!"

Suddenly, the cold light in Zhao Zhijing's eyes swept away, and he saw bright red horse blood flowing out of the war horse on which the two of them were sitting down, staining the ground red. The eyes of the two were full of fierce eyes, and their distorted expressions seemed to be about to devour Zhao Zhijing alive.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing's figure, the fierce light in the eyes of the two was even stronger, and the scimitar in his hand stained with bright red horse blood exuded a strong fishy smell. The scimitars in the hands of the two were suddenly raised, and the war horses kept galloping, slashing at Zhao Zhijing. A smile appeared on Zhao Zhijing's face at this time, and he reached out and grabbed the Purple Emperor Sword beside him and fell into his palm.

With a crisp sound, the Purple Emperor Sword was already pulled out of its scabbard. The cold sword light flashed, and the Purple Emperor Sword, which flashed in the air, once again sank into the scabbard. And the war horse where the two sat was still galloping, and after a few steps, they saw in the firelight that the scimitar in the hands of the two suddenly broke like a mirror, and two red marks slowly appeared on the necks of the two people. (To be continued.) )