Chapter 743: Then, fight!

In the winter, the wind in the night of exile is like a knife to cut people's skin. However, the more difficult it is to find food in winter, many large beasts have hibernated in the cave, so the exiles can only interact with each other. Hunting, taking meat and eating, for the exiles, the greater significance of winter is whether it can live to winter, but the cold is not the most deadly factor.
"Snoring...snoring..."
In the ridiculous pale yellow grass, a ghost wolf is there, the ghost wolves never hibernate, they need to maintain a constant hunting to maintain physical strength, this ghost wolf is a female wolf, the eyes are very fierce, the teeth flow down The mucus actually freezes into a cone of ice hanging from the chin, which looks like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger.
The ghost wolves in the exile are different from the ordinary wolves. Their fur is as tough as the Wannian beast dragon, and the sharp teeth can bite through the ten-centimeter thick steel plate, which is fierce and violent. It will only be broken when it is broken.
This female wolf has not hunted any food for three consecutive days. If it does not eat it, it will not be able to maintain physical strength, and then become a prey for others, so it must be successful, and now its prey comes, far away. A black man with a scythe slowly came. He was wearing a large trench coat and his face was buried in the hood of the cloak, making it impossible for him to see his true face.
"Hey..."
The ghost wolf couldn't help it anymore. It fluttered from the weeds to the prey. It seemed that as long as she bit the opponent's throat, the black man would become her prey.
"brute……"
A cold light shot from the hood, the black man's arm just waved a little, "squeaky", the sickle turned into a violent sweep, and the next moment, the ghost wolf's body has turned into two halves, The cold wind blew past, and the black man's hood was blown up, revealing a face full of suffocating middle-aged people.
Although the meat of the ghost wolf is awkward, it is the best food in the winter.
But the black man did not pick up the body of the ghost wolf, but instead went back to the distant mountains. For him, the hidden enemies in the mountains were more important, and the wolves in the area also It is simply impossible to attract the exiles of the king level.
Eric, a strong man who was exiled tens of thousands of years ago, smashed the opponents of the lord class, Lin Dong, Wang Fei, and Tallin, with a scythe. The outstanding military skills also earned him the opportunity. The title of the king of the exiled land, the total exile of the land is only a dozen kings, Eric can win the status of today's natural strength, rather than luck.
But now, Eric learned that there was a strong person in his territory. A girl with a steel sword, no one knows her name, only knows that she has a red and an inexhaustible force. There are also aggressive killings, and several strong leaders of the ranks have been killed by her, including the Iron General.
"Humph……"
When Eric thought of the Iron General, he couldn’t help but sneer. The Iron General is not worth mentioning for Eric. Even Eric wants to kill the Iron General, even if he can crush him with his fingers, however, What made Eric very shocked was that the girl actually killed the lord-level exiles a few days ago, and Luo Bo, to know that Luo Bo’s sword has the accomplishment of killing more than a dozen princes, can kill The people of Luobo must not be simple. Therefore, the people in the exile land called this girl "the dark moon Shura". On the night of the moon, it was the time of the killing of the dark moon Shura.
"At the time of killing."
Eric couldn’t help but sneer, tonight, it’s going to be the night of the dead moon, and the legend in the exile land is so worthless. Each legend can only last for a few years or even months, then Will be terminated.
According to the classification in the exile land, from high to low: king, lord, leader, stalker, recruit, rookie, dark moon Shura killed the lord-level strength of Luo Bo, naturally replaced by a new lord, those Every day, there are legends about the new lords in the ruined pub. This dark moon Shura has naturally become their talk. People say that the dark moon Shura has the most beautiful face and the most charming body in the world, but she is also the whole exile. The most cruel hunter in the field, but no one who is stared at by the dark moon Shura can live to the next day.
Eric did not believe that he decided to end the legend of Darkmoon Shura in his hand, because he is a king and qualified to end this legend, so Eric did not even bring a servant, but a person came to this piece. It is divided into the dark rock mountains of the Darkmoon Shura territory.
She must die, this is something that has already been doomed.
Eric’s mouth fluttered with a confident smile.
......
The red moon hangs on the horizon, like a fake, but the cold moonlight seems to make the exile land even colder, as if everything in the earth is condensed into ice, in the dark rock mountains, there is no smoke, even wild grass No, some are just cold, black lacquered stones. On one of the giant rocks, there is a beautiful girl sitting next to a pile of bonfires swaying in the wind. She stretches a slender snow leg and opens the outside of the thigh. The coarse cloth, for the following wound dressing, she did not know which one of the drugs is a gold sore medicine, but it seems that the instinct of the sense of smell can be determined, and in fact the wound has begun to heal, she did not guess.
"Oh..."
The coarse cloth involved the wound and the pain. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her eyebrows and endure great pain. After reapplying the medicine, she peeled off a piece of cloth on the edge of the skirt and re-wrapped it. This coarse skirt is Found from a ruined house, it was originally a knee-length skirt, but in order to wrap the wound, it has now become a miniskirt, and the short skirt and the black boots worn by the girl reveal an absolute field of nearly 30 cm. Stifling.
When she re-wrapped the wound, she lay down on her back and took a break. She took a sip from the kettle and grabbed a dry pancake. It might not be a pastry, but a compressed biscuit. But she has no idea what this food is called.
Suddenly, the girl looked up and a pair of beautiful scorpions were full of vigilance.
Someone is coming, and it is a very powerful person.
Unfortunately, the leg was scratched by the lord Luo Bo's sword, which at least weakened her two-fold combat power, but in the exile, she has long learned the rules here, never retreat, never weak, otherwise It is not just death that greets you. You will also become the food on the plates of others. This is the rule of iron and blood, and you can't allow the slightest tears and sympathy.
"when."
Grabbing a long sword engraved with mysterious runes, she has disappeared from the giant rock as soon as she jumps, and it has disappeared into the dark night, as if it has been merged with the night.
......
"rustle……"
In the wind, a shadow came from the wind, like a bat, gently adsorbed on the rock. He looked up at the dark night, the endless darkness in the dark rock mountains.
"Where to go."
Eric snorted coldly, with a faint blood in his hand. He lifted his sense of sensation and felt a little. He couldn’t help but smile: "It’s here, run away, but you will run forever. Not my pursuit."
"brush."
His body is ejected, his speed is fast, and he is very unusual. Even if God is afraid, it will not fly as fast.
The surrounding scenery turned into a rapid retreat of streamer. Eric no longer relied on the eyes, but relied on the spiritual sense to chase and kill. The convenience is a wild grassland. Any deep grass may hide any crisis. After arriving here, the breath of Darkmoon Shura suddenly disappeared completely, as if there was no generality.
Then there are only two possibilities. One is that the dark moon Shura hides her breath, and the other is that she has been killed, but Eric is confident that her perception will not go wrong, then there is only one possibility, the dark moon Shura was killed.
But this is even more impossible, how can a lord-level existence be killed in an instant.
At this moment, Eric actually felt a little confused.
"Take you so much."
Eric snorted, and the moon in his hand slammed, and suddenly a blood-red flame spread like a fan. The whole wild grassland became a sea of ​​fire in the next moment, and the fire rose from the sky.
But at this moment, suddenly an icy breath appeared again, in the sky.
"Ok."
Eric didn't want to wave his sickle and smashed into the air. He only felt the shock of a huge force in his arms. When "a" burst into flames, Eric was actually shaken back and his body fell. The violent shock wave blows out the flames within tens of meters, just like forming an invisible force field.
In the air, the beautiful girl stands in the wind, there is no emotion on the stunning face, and the long sword in her hand is shining, so I look at Eric so faintly.
"I was finally willing to appear, Darkmoon Shura," Eric took the crescent moon, and looked at him with no smile.
"Your name." The girl faintly said.
"Eric." After he finished speaking, he touched his nose and added another sentence: "The king."
And it is accented, as if it is emphasizing to the opponent.
The girl showed a smile and said, "I don't know what the king is. I don't care. Are you here to kill me?"
"Yes."
Eric smiled slightly: "I can't stand a lord with no surrender on my site."
"So, fight."
The long sword in the girl's hand was raised high, and Eric was looking at the condescending, and there was no fear.
It seems that a king is just a symbol in her eyes, and nothing else is the same.