The cold wind blows from the northeast.

The howling wind, whimper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Liaocheng is located in the northeast of Nanchanbu Continent. Not far away is a vast sea. At this moment, December is coming, and it is the cold winter.

A man wearing a heavy bear fur coat sat upright on a carriage with items placed on it. In front of him was the same carriage, and the only difference was that the goods on the carriage were not the same.

Although a war just happened in Liaocheng, for those merchants who have traveled all over the world, it was time to make a fortune. According to their past experience, there were not many such opportunities. After a while, they would no longer have it. Therefore, after the war ended, they wanted to rush to other places, especially those with connections, to go to the South Korean land.

The cold wind blew, and the man driving the car had to shrink his body, trying to reduce the position he exposed, but this effect was nothing.

Step by step!!!!!!!!!!!! The sound of horse hooves comes out,

A team of carriages galloped away, the horses were majestic, about a meter tall, and the four hooves moved, as if flames were generated. A faint warmth was heard in the cold wind. The wheels of the carriage were wrapped in a layer of faint blue light. The gorgeous carriage looked extremely extraordinary.

Flame horse, Lanxuan car!

The man had a look of admiration. For a person like him who was still rushing to the cold wind, having a flaming horse was something he had always dreamed of.

The cold wind kept blowing, and the fantasy gradually faded away. He pulled the reins and drove the horses to follow the carriage in front, heading towards the south. A day passed slowly, and the blurred night enveloped the earth. When the last ray of light disappeared and the earth was pitch black, they had already surrounded the carriages, acting as barriers and barriers to the cold wind, and built a simple tent to start living to keep warm.

I had nothing to say all night. After getting up the next day, after a simple meal, they continued to move forward.

It's repeated cycles, and in a blink of an eye, a week has passed.

During this period, Yang Qifeng was extremely quiet. He turned into a drop of blood and flowed in the body of his host, without any rash movement.

He has no thoughts and worries, his heart is empty and his consciousness is gone, and he does not reveal any strange phenomena. He uses the aura of a living person to hide it perfectly without missing a trace.

Whoosh swosh swosh!!!!!!!!!

The long sword spreads across the sky! It is shining with colorful colors.

"It's the Sword Guard!"

"Escape!"

The colorful light was watched from afar. Seeing this, the caravan guard shouted and turned around and fled. The sword guard was an exclusive force of Wu Zhou. They were all orphans. After layers of selection, they entered the sword camp to train, practice and practice sword day after day. They abandoned the feelings that people should have. Everyone was like a sharp sword. They were ruthless and desireless, and were the most perfect tool.

Wu Zhou ruled the Nanchan Continent, among which the sword guards were a powerful weapon to eliminate dissidents. If you want to say that the plum blossom inner guard is a secret son and inquire about the news, then the sword guards are weapons, and they are responsible for clearing out heresy.

Walking with the sword, three sword cultivators appeared in front of the caravan, without saying a word, the long sword light burst out, densely packed, endless, and shot down at the caravan.

Screams came one after another, and the monks attacked this ordinary person, and the result was naturally self-evident. The caravan had no power to resist at all, and all the caravans were slaughtered completely.

In the blink of an eye, everyone in the caravan was slaughtered. Wu Zhou had been in charge of the Nanchan Continent for thousands of years and had a profound foundation. With the power of a country, he could not train many sword guards, but as a territory of a continent, the situation was naturally very different.

The corpses were all lying on the ground, and the sword guard wearing a cold iron mask could not see his expression. He quietly hangs in the air, stepping on the sword under his feet, and waves his backhand, a ball of flame emerges from his palm, and throws it directly onto the corpse. The flames burn violently, and the corpse is burned all over, and all the goods and horses are burned to pieces. The flames are not ordinary fire, and there is not even a trace of residue left.

This is the destruction of corpses and traces, without any clues left.

After the sword guard destroyed the corpse, he did not leave immediately. He arched his body and said loudly, "Panghu King is coming?"

A ray of light came from top to bottom, and a phantom appeared in the air. It was colorful and the patterns on its body were divided into five colors, colorful and luxurious.

This is not the real body coming here, it is just a phantom, but even if it is a phantom, the surroundings are empty and the flow of time slows down, the blowing cold wind has dissipated, the gloomy sky has returned to clear, and the azure sky appears again.

The tip of his nose shaking gently, Panhu's eyes were like lightning, scanning the surroundings, and the land of thousands of miles was all in his eyes.

“Come out,”

"I've found you,"

Panhu's mouth opened, his tongue was exposed, his voice was lengthened, and his words were not very clear.

There was no sound around, but a sword guard had an arm, swung directly into the sky. A white and white winged jade slip had disappeared from the horizon. He had sent a message and believed Panhu's words very much.

"If you don't want toast, you will be fined for wine,"

"Shameless," Panhu, with a slender neck and a slender body, shook his tail,

His mouth opened, and a smelly smell came out. He roared, and the sound shook the world. The world shrank and swallowed the whole world.

He took action directly and devoured his magical powers.

A ray of light appeared, and the purple rainbow burst out, and Yang Qifeng could no longer remain indifferent. He appeared without any pause, and directly turned into a rainbow and left.

He wanted to hide it and failed to escape directly. He used his greatest ability at this moment. The Golden Crow's Rainbow-turning Technique did not hide anything. In order to escape, he did not hesitate to expose his identity.

A traction force was transmitted, the world was rotating, the space was loose, and the big mouth swallowed the sky,

Panhu's eyes saw the purple rainbow. His originally opened mouth slowly healed, and the power of his magical powers dropped by more than 60%. He originally involved the purple rainbow and did not allow him to escape. At this moment, as the magical powers subsided, the purple rainbow disappeared directly into the sky without a trace.

"King Panhu?" Jianwei was frightened and angry when he saw this. Seeing the target fleeing directly, he couldn't help but shout.

Panhu's mouth turned around and swallowed directly at the sword guard, clattering, cracking, cracking, cracking, and a few crisp biting sounds.
Chapter completed!