The dawn of the grassland is already bright at this moment, the golden sun has been in the eastern sky to show an arc, the golden sunlight is scattered above the sky, the white clouds above the sky are contaminated by the golden sunlight at this moment, flashing golden luster, revealing a rare morning glow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A new day has come on the steppe, and the herdsmen sleeping in the yurts are ready at this moment, with a whip in their hands, a rare scimitar at their waists, a bag of arrows full of feathered arrows, and a curved bow with their hands in their hands. It's all about welcoming the day, and that's when the day begins.

At this time, the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand had already hung down, and drops of scarlet blood slipped from the purple jade-like sword body of the Purple Emperor Sword, dripping on the grass that was already full of blood. At this time, there were already pools of scarlet blood on the grass-roots ground, and along the mountain above the grassland, slowly flowing towards the stream not far away, and before you knew it, the clear stream water had been dyed red, and it was not a fishy smell.

The silver wolf king, the ghost of the dark night, is the god of this group of steppe wolves, but there is not the slightest mystery at this moment, under the gentle sunlight of the morning sun. This horse was much bigger than the other steppe wolves, and the silvery white hair swayed incessantly in the morning breeze, like a wave of silver ripples.

The four legs that stood appeared like muscles like a dragon, and the sharp wolf claws had already scratched the bluestone under its claws. The dust that danced in the morning breeze told the story of the sharpness of the silver wolf's claws.

Even at this moment, the huge mouth of the blood basin has been closed, but the two sharp teeth like sharp blades are still revealed. In the midst of Zhang Chaoyang, there was a cold light. Feeling the chill it emanated, no one doubted its sharpness, just a light bite would definitely make people's skin open. Even the unusually hard leg bones are not enough to see before this sharp tooth.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's white robe swayed slightly, and there were still wisps of brilliance on it, and there was not a trace of stain, not even a trace of dust or a broken blade of grass. At night, he can be said to be wandering in the rain of blood, but at the moment he is still white, without a trace of bright red blood.

Lin Ruohua and the three of them all knew that Zhao Zhijing's cultivation was unfathomable, but they had no intuitive understanding, and it was not until this moment that they finally saw the gap between their Zhao Zhijing. If it is an ordinary person, it is difficult to face a hungry steppe wolf with bare hands, and a martial arts person with a weapon in one hand is also a dangerous and abnormal thing when he is surrounded by several steppe wolves.

What's more, at this time, Zhao Zhijing last night was besieged by a group of steppe wolves, and it was still a large group. The two eyes swept the corpses of the steppe wolves on the ground, the dense corpses can be said to be dense in the grass in front of them, and there were more than 100 steppe wolves that were killed by Zhao Zhijing last night. It doesn't matter if it's old, weak, sick or disabled, or it's a strong steppe wolf. It's a nightmare for anyone.

But Zhao Zhijing's face did not change in this sudden nightmare, and the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand was still so firm, without the slightest slackness, or fear, and some were just calm. By this point, the steppe wolf had been killed by his hands, but there was not a single scar on his body, which was not something that one person could do. It is a great feat to destroy a group of more than 100 steppe wolves with the power of one person.

Lin Ruohua and the three of them were shocked in their hearts, but there was also a trace of joy and loss in their hearts. It is a gratifying thing to have a husband who is the best in the world in this martial arts, but as a person in the martial arts, I can only look at his back, and it is also a sadness that I can't help at all.

Let's talk about the complexity in the hearts of the three of them, Lin Nian, who was in Lin Ruohua's arms at this time, had a pair of big eyes full of fine expressions, and he couldn't see a trace of horror at the bright red grass in front of him, nor was he afraid of the corpse of the steppe wolf, only the worship in the eyes of Zhao Zhijing's figure. Zhao Zhijing, who felt Lin Nian's gaze, slowly turned around. There was a warm smile on the jade-like face, and there was no trace of tiredness in his eyes.

Feeling Zhao Zhijing's gaze in his eyes, Lin Nian's little face suddenly showed a warm smile, and white teeth appeared on his smiling lips, shining with wisps of essence in the sun. The pink hands stretched out towards Zhao Zhijing, and the open hands wanted Zhao Zhijing to hold him in his arms.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing suddenly laughed, his eyes swept over the silver giant wolf that was already a little depressed at this time, and said, "Nian'er, she is worthy of being my daughter." What are these beasts afraid of! Today = we are going to Kunlun Mountain, although it is still summer at this time, but the fur of this wolf king should be a rare material to keep out the cold, and I will kill this wolf king and make a scarf with the power of its fur!"

As the words fell, the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand drew a sword light in the air, and the next moment it was already back in the scabbard. The Purple Emperor Sword, which had not entered the scabbard, was already buzzing at this time, and the shaking sword body kept beating the scabbard, as if it was at this moment, and it didn't want to return to the scabbard, so that the scabbard could cover its edge.

The next moment, Zhao Zhijing's jade-like palm was gently brushed, and the Purple Emperor Sword that was shaking suddenly had already quieted down, like a naughty child becoming well-behaved, without the slightest rebellious heart. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing showed a smile on his face, and his white figure suddenly flashed on the grass.

The next moment, I saw a white figure standing on the raised hill, and the silver wolf king with a little decadence was very close. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who had a slight smile on his face, could hear a slight sound coming from the mouth of the Silver Wolf King in both ears, and the sound of air whistling from his nostrils fell on Zhao Zhijing's ears at this moment, and even the beating of his heart could be heard clearly by Zhao Zhijing.

Feeling the deadly and dangerous aura emanating from Zhao Zhijing's body, the silver wolf king suddenly let out a low roar in his mouth, and his figure was already like a silver lightning bolt rushing towards Zhao Zhijing, and the huge mouth that had been opened was already aimed at Zhao Zhijing's throat, and the wolf king's heart only had the idea of killing with one blow.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing slowly spoke: "I won't play with you, I still have to hurry!" The voice fell, and the figure suddenly flashed, with a muffled sound, and the next moment I saw Zhao Zhijing holding down the head of the silver wolf king with one hand, and the wolf king's eyes had closed at this moment, and in the lightning and flint, Zhao Zhijing's palm had already destroyed his life.

Looking at the silver wolf king who had fallen to the ground in front of him, Zhao Zhijing's heart was filled with a trace of strange emotions. This silver wolf king is like himself at this time, wielding the power in his hands for the purpose in his heart, and letting one fresh life fight for his life. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's heart suddenly secretly drank: "You are the wolf king, and this seat is also the master of the Ming Sect, but this seat is not you, this seat will succeed, and you have been destroyed." (To be continued.) )