The snowflakes drifted into the bonfire and melted intovisible instantly. The caravans had already gathered together, with soldiers in their hands, and more than a hundred pairs of eyes were staring at the crowd of wolves swarming in front of them.
"Blind the horse's eyes with black cloth!" Liu Qiankun said in a deep voice, patting his shoulder with his backhand, and the slender body of the Sky-Devouring Silver Fox lay steadily on his shoulder.
He grabbed the long sword beside him and stepped on the muddy grass to greet the wolves.
"Yin Xiao!" Han Xiaoling exclaimed in a delicate voice.
"Oh!" Liu Qiankun turned his head and looked.
Han Xiaoling gently bit her red lips and whispered: "Be careful about everything!"
"Yes!" Liu Qiankun nodded heavily, bent his Qingming sword to his elbow, and strode towards the approaching wolf pack.
The wolves in the wilderness were like dark clouds surging on the ground, and their faint eyes were like twinkling stars. After Liu Qiankun took a few steps, he began to jump forward. Several ups and downs were already a hundred feet ahead and swarmed in.
The pack of wolves swallowed him instantly.
The Qingming Sword turned into a silver dragon, cruising among the dark clouds and stars formed by the wolves. Every time they move and turn, they will bring a bloody storm. This is not a battle, but a unilateral massacre.
The sharp claws fell on Liu Qiankun like itchy, and they could only scratch the dirt that had been deposited on him for a long time. The smelly wolf blood dyed the land around him smoothly, and the sky-devouring silver fox-like figure was low.
Flashing in the air, silently harvesting the fragile lives of the wolves.
When each evil wolf fell, his companions swarmed up and bit it in an instant, leaving only a pool of black wet marks on the ground, slightly darker than the surrounding mud.
The bitter north wind could not blew away the bloody smell around him. Now he was like an indefatigable machine, constantly creating blood food for the hungry wolf pack.
Gradually, the wolves seemed to have some fear, and they rushed around the monster that could not be caught and chewed toward the caravan. After Liu Qiankun's ruthless killing, the wolves rushed out.
There are less than a thousand, but the momentum is still terrifying.
Liu Qiankun swept across the long sword, and in an instant he cut the two more slowly-running wolves into two pieces. His figure suddenly rose up and chased the wolves like an eagle in the dark night. The ancient sword in his hand surged out two feet.
Yu long cold light slashed horizontally and swept vertically and cut more than a hundred evil wolves in half!
The remaining wolves had already rushed to the caravan, but they were photographed by the burning bonfires and did not dare to approach them. Some of them were carrying bows and arrows in the guards. They shot a bow and arrows and shot them quickly, and more than a hundred evil wolves died.
Under the arrow.
Liu Qiankun rushed towards him like a nightmare for a wolf pack, the lightsword in his hand was like a seductive death scythe, and another unilateral massacre kicked off...
The sword light flashed, and the afterimage floated. Poor, the group of creatures who were straddled on the plains, had to escape in a scattered manner except howling. Many evil wolves actually clamped their long tails between their crotch when they fled, and used the word "will bewildered" to describe it.
I'm afraid it's the most appropriate!
The wolves came and went faster. Soon after, they had already escaped cleanly, leaving only the wolf corpses all over the ground. Some seriously injured and dying wolves struggled desperately on the ground, and the blood foam sprayed out from their mouths was smeared.
The fur is tangled...
Liu Qiankun lost the wolves' heart, but he did not have any joy after winning. His two sword eyebrows were frowned together, and the eyebrows were twisted into a clearly distinguishable Sichuan character.
The killing just now seemed to touch a sensitive nerve deep in his heart. The feeling was so wonderful and so refreshing. The splash of blood and flesh made him crazy. The feeling of plundering life made the blood in his body boil again and again, and even saw it.
He also had the urge to slay the sword to kill these living lives in front of him...
"Ah!" He roared up to the sky, flipped his hands and put the blood-stained ancient sword into the Qiankun Ring, took out the gray Yin Owl mask and pressed it on his face. The refreshing coolness made his mind clear.
He lowered his head and walked towards the caravan.
The snowflakes in the sky were still falling slowly. Liu Qiankun was away from the bonfire and found a secluded and cold place alone to enjoy the coolness.
No one dared to step forward because Yin Xiao wearing a mask became more and more strange. The long roar just now made people feel a cold murderous intent. Only Han Xiaoling's watery big eyes glanced at him from time to time.
Man behind caravan.
Shi Tian lay obediently in his master's arms, and his eyes were fixed on Liu Qiankun sitting in his knees. It was late at night, and everything around him was covered with silver, and the people around him gradually dispersed.
Han Xiaoling stood up and walked towards the man behind the caravan. He was still staring blankly at the snowflakes slowly falling in the air with his eyes wide open.
Han Xiaoling took a fiery red robe from the maid beside him, squatted and handed it to him, and said softly: "Yin Xiao, put on this fire dragon robe so that he won't 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, as if the woman beside him could not get any interest in talking.
Han Xiaoling didn't mind the other party's unreasonableness. She said softly and then turned around and left, leaving only a long back.
There are only piles of arched outlines left on the snow. A giant wolf with golden fur ran wildly on the snow. The snowflakes fell on its body, which was more than meter long, and it instantly evaporated into mist, especially in the night.
Conspicuous.
The golden wolf ran to a hundred feet away from the caravan and stopped, supported his hind limbs, stood up, and let out two loud long howls at the caravan camp not far away.
"Oh woo!!!"
Liu Qiankun bounced up, shook off the snowflakes on his robe, flipped his hands and raised his sword, and looked like an electric shock towards the way the wolf was howling. The golden giant wolf in the white snow was so conspicuous.
The fire dragon robe was blown by the strong wind. Liu Qiankun looked at the mighty golden-haired giant wolf in front of him, with a curved arc on the corner of his mouth, raised his left hand, and a gorgeous light belt pointed directly at the golden wolf.
Before the sword light came to the body, the golden wolf's front paws stumbled on the ground, turned into a tortuous golden light, and ejected to the right.
boom!
With a blast, the sword slashed heavily on the snow, slashing out a deep trench.
The golden light turned sharply in the air, drew a strange arc and shot behind Liu Qiankun. A huge wolf head opened its bloody mouth and ate it at Liu Qiankun's neck.
"Hmph!" Liu Qiankun groaned, floated, avoiding the wolf's kiss, and his arm pulled back and swept over.
The golden wolf seemed to know the power of the Qingming Sword, and he leaned back and flipped in the air, jumping out three feet away.
Liu Qiankun leaned forward and walked upwards. The Qingming Sword drew an arc of light, sweeping towards the golden wolf that was roaring on the ground. The sword shadows were everywhere, and the snowflakes on the ground were aroused.
The golden wolf opened his eyes wide, and as the arc of light became closer and closer to him, he suddenly paused his head to the ground, his huge body disappeared from the spot, the sword light flashed, and several golden wolf hairs drifted in the wind!
Liu Qiankun looked at the big hole on the ground coldly, shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and shot at the caravan camp...
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