It would be better to say that Lang Chenyan's martial arts became more and more refined in the snowy desert. Thinking about it, facing such a harsh living environment all day long, he would definitely not become as clumsy as Xia Xingwei.
"Young man is young and strong, don't waste time, follow up quickly." Lang Chen said without any emotion without turning back the cigarette.
But after all, Lang Chenyan unconsciously slowed down to wait for Fu Yunge to catch up with him.
Fu Yunge had a good impression of this sultry senior and felt that he was indeed a good person. He didn't dare to delay, so he mobilized all the remaining strength in his body, took three steps and two steps, and followed him in embarrassment.
Lang Chenyan listened to his steps and smiled softly.
Although he had long been pessimistic, he did not give up everything just yet. He was still concerned about the murder of his old friend. Anyway, it's boring to stay in the boundless snowy desert, so why not just join the world and stretch out the decaying muscles and bones of this body.
Thinking of this matter again, his brown cheeks quickly solidified. Feeling a little anxious, he quickened his pace, but he suffered a lot from Fu Yunge who was following him and ate a lot of dust along the way.
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The scorching sun of the desert is burning every inch of yellow sand. With eyes full of dizziness, outside the distant small city, a familiar figure that had not been seen for a long time was fighting fiercely with a group of black-turbaned enemies.
Approaching, the swirling yellow sand is like a whirlwind on the ground.
Seeing everyone surrounding the man in the center, the bright red sword in his hand quickly swung with unbridled energy, and the powerful moves shook the yellow dust around him. All the enemies in black scarves were frustrated, and the gap in the human wall broke through instantly.
With eyes full of confusion, several sharp sword energies crisscrossed the sand. When the remnants of the black turbans opened their eyes after the yellow sand gradually subsided, they saw that many of their accomplices had been separated from their heads, and the dazzling blood foam stained the gravel.
But Poinsettia, who was still trapped just now, no longer wanted to fight, and took advantage of the chaos to leave.
At this moment, a man in black robe suddenly jumped down from the towering wall of the small town.
Leng Ran looked around at the losses in this battle, and he didn't feel sad at all. It should be their supreme honor that these people died for Jiuche Xiaoying.
He was obviously the leader of this group, but he had not entered the battle just now. Their team is to contain and guide the target's route, and to report the situation at any time. As for his task, he only needs to send a letter to notify him at any time, and leave the containment actions to his subordinates.
The black hawk circled and flew down after him. He thought for a moment, took out a piece of torn paper from his waist pocket, half-knelt on the ground and wrote something. He quickly finished it and inserted it between Black Eagle's legs.
Black Eagle was already extremely mature. After receiving the letter, he quickly took off and headed straight towards the Desert Village.
This place is not very far from Desert Village. It seems that the long-awaited showdown between the Holy Envoys is about to come true.
He chuckled and watched the black hawk fly out of sight. And when he turned around and looked down at his remaining subordinates, his face immediately became as cold as ice.
"Clean up quickly and move on to the next step."
The setting sun in the evening reflects the distant red light in the lonely vast desert. The dim half of the sky seemed to be burned by flames, a vast expanse of red and purple.
Outside the Desert Village, Xi Zishi stood on a broad red wheel that was half-way down the horizon. The deep red color dyed through his clothes. Looking at such a magnificent landscape, his eyes were filled with hesitation and complexity.
His back gradually blurred under the sky, and continued to extend to the masonry of the city wall, and then blended with the gray and black wall dust.
The figure standing silently seemed like a Zhengpeng falling in Mobei.
Behind him, the decaying city gate has been eroded by wind and sand all year round, like a blood-stained ruin.
Very light footsteps, walking slowly on the broken sand on the ground. Xi Zishi's senses were extremely sharp. Although he was in a trance, he immediately turned his head.
"..." He moved his lips, but facing this guy, he still didn't want to say a word.
Ying Ku was not in a hurry to speak, he also cast his eyes towards the setting sun in the desert. A solitary bird flies over the horizon from time to time, echoing the deep and brilliant sky.
The dry cold wind blew by, and Xi Zishi and Ying Gu tightened their clothes in unison.
"Don't try to brainwash me. I won't work hard until I have a good fight with poinsettias."
Xi Zishi decided to strike first and issued a straightforward statement.
Ying Gu glanced at him with an unpredictable look.
"Since the Shadow Master tolerates your laziness, I will not work in vain again." He thought for a while and said slowly.
Xi Zishi turned her head and glanced at him, her expression relaxed slightly.
"Why, you're not monitoring my actions anymore?" He said half-jokingly, "Although it's a good thing for me, your change of attitude always makes me feel like there's some conspiracy."
"I never spied on you." Yinggui replied emotionlessly.
Xi Zishi snorted and didn't reply. In fact, Ying Hu's actions were not very secretive. Although his cultivation level was higher than his, it was better to say that Ying Hu had no intention of hiding it from him. Every midnight, he secretly sends letters. As for the content of the letter, he could think of it without guessing.
Although Xi Zishi doesn't like Ying Ku, he doesn't dislike him either. Since he didn't intend to hide it from himself, he knew his feelings and there was no need to tell the truth.
"It's just..." Shadow Bones was silent for a moment, then raised his eyelids gloomily, "I still don't understand why the Shadow Master chose you to be the Holy Envoy."
Xi Zishi didn't answer when he heard this question.
The red color on the horizon was gradually annihilated by the night, as if burning through the ashes of the clouds. The color on Xi Zishi's face gradually became darker, like the afterglow of the other side of the sand sea.
