Qing Ming

The snowflakes floated into the bonfire and instantly melted into nothingness. Everyone in the caravan had already gathered in one place, weapons in hand, and more than a hundred pairs of eyes were watching the wolves swarming ahead.

"Blindfold the horse's eyes with a black cloth!" Liu Qiankun said in a deep voice, patted his shoulder with his backhand, and the slender body of the Sky Devouring Silver Fox lay firmly on his shoulder.

Grabbing the long sword beside him, he stepped on the muddy grass and strode towards the wolves.

"Yin Xiao!" Han Xiaoling called out urgently.

"Oh!" Liu Qiankun turned his head to look.

Han Xiaoling bit her red lips lightly, and said softly, "Be careful!"

"En!" Liu Qiankun nodded emphatically, leaned the Qingming sword to his elbow, and strode toward the approaching wolves.

The wolves in the wilderness are like a black cloud rising from the flat ground, and Bi Youyou's eyes are like twinkling stars. After Liu Qiankun walked a few steps, he began to jump forward, and after a few ups and downs, he had already moved forward hundreds of feet, swarming towards him The pack of wolves engulfed him instantly.

The Qing Ming Sword turned into a silver dragon, swimming in the dark clouds and starlight formed by the wolves, every time it flipped and flipped, it would bring about a bloody storm. This was not a battle, but a one-sided massacre.

The sharp minions fell on Liu Qiankun's body like scratching an itch, and they could only scratch off the dirt that had accumulated on his body for a long time. The stench of wolf blood stained the ground around him slippery. Flashing in the air, silently harvesting the fragile lives of the pack of wolves.

Every time a wolf fell, the companions around it swarmed up and gnawed away its bones in an instant, leaving only pools of black wet marks on the ground, slightly darker than the surrounding mud.

The bitter north wind couldn't blow away the smell of blood around him, and now he was like a tireless machine, continuously producing blood food for the hungry wolves.

Gradually, the wolves also seemed to have a bit of fear, and they rushed around this monster that could not be chewed and chewed, and rushed towards the caravan. After a merciless killing by Liu Qiankun, the wolves that rushed out There are less than a thousand heads, but the momentum is still terrifying.

Liu Qiankun swept across with his long sword, and cut the two slower-running wolves in half in an instant. His body rose violently, and he chased the wolves like an eagle in the dark night. Yu Chang's cold light cut horizontally and vertically and cut more than a hundred evil wolves in half!

The rest of the wolves had already rushed to the caravan, but they did not dare to approach the blazing bonfires. Some of the guards had bows and arrows, and they shot quickly with their bows and arrows, and more than a hundred wolves died in the caravan. under the arrow.

The rushing Liu Qiankun is like a nightmare of wolves, and the lightsaber in his hand is like a sickle of death, another unilateral massacre has begun...

The sword light flickered, and the afterimages were flying. The poor wolves roaming freely on the plain had no choice but to scatter and run away. Many wolves had their long tails between their crotches when they fled, using the word embarrassment to describe it Probably the most appropriate one!

The pack of wolves came and went even faster, and they all escaped in a short while, leaving only the corpses of wolves all over the ground, and some seriously injured and dying wolves struggled desperately on the ground, and the blood foam from their mouths was smeared. The fur is tangled...

Liu Qiankun killed the wolves, but he didn't feel the joy after victory. His two sword eyebrows were tightly knit together, and the center of his eyebrows was twisted into a clearly recognizable Sichuan character.

The killing just now seemed to have touched a sensitive nerve deep in his heart. The feeling was so wonderful and exhilarating. The splashing of flesh and blood made him crazy, and the feeling of plundering life made his blood boil again and again, even seeing He also has an urge to kill the living beings in front of him with a sword...

"Ah!" He raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and put the blood-stained ancient sword into the Qiankun Ring with his hands, took out the dusty silver owl mask and put it on his face, the refreshing coolness cleared his mind. Then he lowered his head and walked in the direction of the caravan.

The snowflakes in the sky were still falling slowly, Liu Qiankun stayed away from the campfire and found a secluded and cold place to enjoy the coolness alone.

None of the crowd dared to go forward, because the masked Yin Xiao became more and more strange. The long roar just now made people feel a cold killing intent, only Han Xiaoling's big watery eyes glanced at the sitting alone from time to time. The man behind the caravan.

Bi Tian obediently lay in the arms of his master, Bi Youyou's eyes were fixed on Liu Qiankun who was sitting hugging his knees, it was late at night, everything around him was covered with silver, and the people around the campfire gradually dispersed , Han Xiaoling got up and approached the man behind the caravan. He was still staring blankly at the snowflakes slowly falling in the sky with his eyes wide open.

Han Xiaoling took a fiery red robe from the maid beside him, knelt down and handed it to him, and said softly: "Yin Xiao, put on this fire dragon robe, so as not to freeze your body."

Liu Qiankun remained silent, reached out to take the robe and put it on his body, and sat down with his knees hugged, as if the woman beside him made him unable to arouse the slightest interest in talking to him.

Han Xiaoling didn't mind the other party's unreasonableness, and after lightly saying take care, he turned and left, leaving only a long back.

Only piles of arched silhouettes remained of the wolf carcasses on the snow. A giant wolf with golden fur was running wildly on the snow. The snowflakes fell on its more than ten feet long body and were instantly evaporated into mist. conspicuous.

The golden wolf ran a hundred feet away from the caravan and stopped, put its hind legs on the ground, stood up, and let out two high-pitched, long howls at the caravan camp not far away.

"Oh woo!!!"

Liu Qiankun jumped up, shook off the snowflakes on his robe, and raised his long sword with his hands. His body looked like lightning and he sprinted in the direction of howling wolves. The giant golden wolf was so conspicuous in the white snow.

The fire dragon robe was blown by the strong wind, and Liu Qiankun looked at the mighty golden-haired giant wolf in front of him, with a curved arc at the corner of his mouth, raised his left hand, and a gorgeous light belt pointed directly at the golden wolf.

Before the sword came to his body, the golden wolf's front paw slumped to the ground, turning into a zigzag golden light, and ejected to the right.

boom!

With a bang, the sword slashed heavily on the snow, cutting a deep ditch.

The golden light made a sharp turn in the air, drew a strange arc and shot behind Liu Qiankun, and a huge wolf head opened its bloody mouth to bite Liu Qiankun's neck.

"Huh!" Liu Qiankun snorted, his figure fluttered, avoiding the wolf's kiss, and he drew his arm back and swept his sword back.

The golden wolf seemed to know the power of the Qing Ming sword, it threw its head back and did a beautiful somersault in mid-air, jumping three feet away.

Liu Qiankun leaned forward and leaned forward, Qing Ming sword drew an arc of light, sweeping across to the golden wolf who was standing on the ground and roaring, the shadow of the sword was everywhere, and the snowflakes on the ground were aroused to float up.

The golden wolf's eyes were wide open, watching the arc of light getting closer and closer to him, suddenly he threw his head on the ground, his huge body disappeared out of nowhere, the sword light flashed, and several golden wolf hairs were blown by the wind!

Liu Qiankun looked at the big hole in the ground with cold eyes, shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and shot towards the caravan camp...

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