A common escape convoy in troubled times marched forward in the rain.

Pan Xiong didn't understand that the mysterious girl had a paper umbrella but never opened it to protect herself from the rain. The most bizarre thing was that it had been raining heavily for several days. The women and children couldn't stand the fatigue of the carriages and horses, and were wet by the rain and caught the wind and cold. If they continued walking,

Maybe everyone is dead before they get there, so we have no choice but to find a way to grit our teeth and get through it.

Bai Yujun, who was riding on horseback, looked back.

"You guys walk slowly, I'll come as soon as I go."

Without waiting for Pan Xiong to speak, he pulled the reins. The black horse turned around, reared up, neighed, and galloped! In the blink of an eye, it disappeared out of sight under the vast curtain of rain. The sound of the rain hitting the lotus leaves hid the sound of the horse's hooves.

The mountain road was muddy and full of turbid puddles, and the horses' hooves fell heavily, causing splashes of water.

The girl on the horse lowered her straw hat and leaned forward, holding the reins in one hand and the sword in the other. She galloped on the horse in the rain. The black horse's muscles were tense and powerful. After receiving the mysterious aura of the white dragon, it was tainted with a little dragon energy. It was really the spirit of a dragon horse, with explosive power and durability.

It's amazing, I'm afraid there is no horse stronger than it in the world except the demon horse.

From the sky, through the falling raindrops, a black horse could be seen galloping down the dirt road in the forest, heading straight to another direction. Bai Yujun planned to lead those people in another direction.

Running quickly over the hills, passing by the mottled stone arch bridge.

Passing by a shallow stream, water splashed directly. Others rode fast horses, and they were riding two or even three horses. The horse kept running and was very likely to die from exhaustion. Bai Yujun didn't have to worry about the black horse's physical strength. He estimated that it would take less than two years.

Refined.

The black horse ran to the edge of a cliff at the top of a certain mountain and stopped with its front hooves raised. Bai Yujun raised his straw hat and looked at the passers-by on the official road down the mountain.

With the help of heavy rain, I spread my senses and found a group of monks before long.

After careful observation and confirmation that it was the target, he pulled the reins and climbed into the valley that must be passed by the official road. He dismounted and ducked under a huge banana leaf on the side of the road to take shelter from the rain.

Still choosing to use a sword, there are swordsmen everywhere in the Central Plains, or monks are all swordsmen, and they can hide their identity very well. Although Bai Yujun doesn't understand people's psychology very well, he still thinks that swords are very powerful.

He took out the bamboo stool and sat down. He took out a large whetstone from the storage bag. The sword was exposed to the rain. He used the whetstone to carefully polish this trophy captured in an unknown year and polish the blade to keep it sharp.

In order to prevent his identity from being exposed, he could not use spells or perform powerful killing moves. He could only use a sword, and he had to pretend to go through a fight. It was not too depressing for a white dragon.

The Central Plains is a frustrating place.

Polish it step by step...

Soon, the group of monks passed by the valley and saw the female ranger taking shelter from the rain under a banana leaf...

The grinding sound of the grindstone stopped, and I raised my straw hat to look at it.

Get up and step through the mud and water to take the lead!

Bah~!

No nonsense, Bai Yujun rushed into the monks and swung his sharp sword across one monk's chest. The sharp weapon cut the flesh and brought up a handful of hot blood, and gradually pierced the raindrops and stabbed into the chest of the other monk. Then he flipped in the air to avoid the weapon, and the water droplets fluttered around with hot blood.

The enemy screamed and splashed, all kinds of magic weapons and weapons flashed with light, and the simple and unpretentious sword drew blood.

He kicked one of them away with both feet, avoiding the spell, and cut the enemy's throat with the sharp sword...

Falling backward to avoid the sweeping blade, twisting the body at an incredible angle to slice open the opponent's abdomen, waving his palm to shatter the spell under the horrified gaze of another person...

A group of more than 20 people fell to the ground one after another, their blood diluted by the muddy rain. They looked up at the sky and let the rain beat them to death without closing their eyes. Bai Yujun raised his sword diagonally and walked up to a certain monk who was still alive. He was struck by the sword as he screamed in terror.

The light flashed, and the forest was completely quiet except for the sound of rain.

The rain slid down the blade and washed away the blood on the sword.

Huh~ put the sword back into its sheath.

He got on his horse and ran wildly in any direction, making a big circle and returning to where the Pan family's motorcade was.

In turbulent times, human life is not valuable, and the government's duty is to notify the family members after the death and bury them on the spot. No matter what status they were in life, it is the same at this time. In the end, the bones are buried in barren graves.

Pan Xiong, who was having dinner in a deserted mountain village, saw the mysterious girl coming back, and she seemed to have a bit more blood on her body...

They lit a bonfire in the empty house, took out a hard piece of bread from the package and threw it to the black horse, and then gave it a piece of bean cake and let it eat grass on its own.

I took out a small copper pot from the package, put it on the campfire to boil water, then broke up the stone-like dough and threw it in, sprinkled it with salt, and threw in some wild vegetables and dried meat for seasoning. It was a steaming pot of delicious and hungry stew.

The dandies of the Pan family originally coveted this strange beauty, but after the handsome ranger was drowned to death, no one asked for trouble, and only Pan Xiong dared to step forward and say a few words.

"Girl, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for taking care of those evil people behind you."

Bai Yujun filled a bowl of random stew and ate it while enjoying the heat. It was a bit hot for the mouth, so he couldn't eat it too fast.

"I killed the other pursuers, but left the ones behind me untouched."

"This... girl is so smart, Pan admires her!"

Ji Liuliu took a sip of the hot noodle soup, and her snow-white face finally turned a little rosy. She was not used to the drop in body temperature caused by being exposed to the rain for a long time.

Fortunately, Pan Xiong didn't know that the bodyguard of the agreement on the opposite side was cold, otherwise he would have thought he was a zombie.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me. Since I promised to keep your family safe, I won't break my promise. Some things are better to tell the truth. It's boring to guess, isn't it?" Bai Yujun said lightly.

Pan Xiong smiled awkwardly and expressed his doubts.

"I wonder if the heroine knows who those cruel and ruthless people are. Pan has also been wandering in the spiritual world for several years and knows their general power, but those people have massacred the Maohe Chamber of Commerce several times but never left a name. They are as ruthless as evil spirits."

Bai Yujun put food into his mouth and looked at Pan Xiong.

"have no idea."

"Well……"

Pan Xiong didn't believe that the mysterious girl in front of him didn't know the details of the other party, or didn't want to tell him. What he didn't know was that a certain Jiao really didn't know who those people were taking orders from, let alone what organization they belonged to. Even if the other party told him, it might be possible.

It is a force with a bright side. Bai Jiao from the Southern Wilderness prefers to reason.

Pan Xiong, exhausted both mentally and physically, said goodbye and went back to another deserted house to spend the night.

The rainy night came early, and the bonfire in the old house in the deserted village illuminated the doors and windows, bringing a touch of warmth. Occasionally, coughing sounds could be heard. One of the rooms with a single figure was steaming with steam. It took a full pot of stew to stop.

The old house in the abandoned village had drafts everywhere, so I found a dry place and spread some hay as bed wraps and pillows, and the firewood and charcoal crackled.

Lying down unable to sleep, he kept mumbling over and over again about the powerful organizations that were once enemies of him, as well as those bastards who participated in the Dragon Slayer's plot to plot against him. He couldn't bear it if he didn't take revenge. Bai Yujun always remembered the feeling of dying. If at that time

One or two more crossbow arrows will surely kill you, which is extremely dangerous.

The fire blew in the cool breeze and the shadows flickered.

"I remember that Fuyao Sect is not far from here. It's time to collect some interest rates first..."

It has been hundreds of years, and what the Fuyao Sect did back then will never be forgotten. Thanks to the beasts for their stubbornness and persistence in hatred, blood debts are repaid as a matter of course.

Those damn Golden Bird and his son were very comfortable with their education in the West, right?

There is another bastard who is difficult to teach. Bai Yujun swears that if one day he is stronger than Lian Tianxing, he will definitely let him know what fear and despair are.

Recently, I like to recite my hate list more and more before going to bed.
Chapter completed!