Text Chapter 743 Then, Let's Fight!

In the cold winter, the night wind in the exiled land cuts people's skin like a knife. However, the more winter it gets, the harder it is to find food. Many large beasts have hibernated in their caves. Therefore, the exiles can only interact with each other. Hunting and eating meat, for the exiles, the greater significance of winter lies in whether they can survive the winter, but the cold is not the most deadly factor.

"Huchi...huchi..."

In the barren yellow grass, there is a ghost wolf prostrate there. Ghost wolves never hibernate. They need to keep hunting continuously to maintain their physical strength. This ghost wolf is a female wolf with fierce eyes and teeth flowing down The mucus actually froze into icicles hanging from the jaw, which looked like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger.

The ghost wolves in the exiled land are different from ordinary wolves. Their fur is as tough as the ten-thousand-year-old spirit beast dragon, and their sharp teeth can bite through a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate. It won't stop until it's broken.

This female wolf has not hunted any food for three consecutive days. If she does not eat any more, she will not be able to maintain her strength and become someone else's prey, so she must succeed in one blow. Now, her prey is here, far away , a man in black with a ghost-headed sickle came slowly. He was wearing a large windbreaker, and his face was buried in the hood of the cloak, so that people could not see his true face.

"Ho Ho..."

The ghost wolf finally couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed towards the prey from the weeds like lightning. It seemed that as long as she bit the opponent's throat, the man in black would become her prey.

"brute……"

A cold light shot out from the hood, the man in black just waved his arm lightly, and with a "snap", the sickle turned into a sharp light and swept across. The next moment, the ghost wolf's body had already been cut into two halves. The cold wind blew past, and the hood of the man in black was also blown up, revealing a middle-aged face full of hostility.

Although the ghost wolf's meat is fishy, ​​it is the best food in winter.

But the man in black did not pick up the corpse of the ghost wolf, but walked towards the distant mountains without looking back. To him, the enemies hidden in the mountains were more important, and the mere wolf meat was also There is simply no way to attract a king-level outcast.

Eric, a strong man who was exiled tens of thousands of years ago, with a blood-red sickle, successively beheaded three lord-level opponents, Lin Dong, Wang Fei, and Tallinn. The title of King of the Exiled Land, there are only more than a dozen kings in the entire Exiled Land, and Eric's ability to win his current position naturally depends on his strength, not luck.

But now, Eric has learned that a strong man has appeared in his territory, a girl holding a steel sword. No one knows her name, only that she has a pair of blood-red eyes and inexhaustible power. There is also an aggressive killing intent, and she has killed many leader-level powerhouses, including General Tie.

"snort……"

Eric couldn't help laughing contemptuously when he thought of General Iron. People like General Iron were nothing to Eric. Even if Eric wanted to kill General Iron, he could crush him to death with his fingers. However, What shocked Eric was that the girl killed a lord-level exile a few days ago. Luobo, you must know that Luobo's sword has the achievement of beheading more than a dozen leaders. Luobo's people must not be simple, so the people in the exiled land called this girl "Dark Moon Shura". Every blood moon night is the time of Dark Moon Shura's killing.

"Time to kill."

Eric couldn't help sneering. Tonight will be the night when Dark Moon Shura feels killed. The legends in the Exiled Lands are so worthless. Each legend can only last for a few years or even a few months. will be terminated.

According to the rank classification in the Exiled Land, from high to low, they are: king, lord, leader, wanderer, recruit, rookie. Dark Moon Shura killed Luo Bo, who was at the lord level, and naturally replaced him as the new lord. In the dilapidated tavern, there are legends about the new lord every day, and this Dark Moon Shura naturally became their topic of conversation. People say that Dark Moon Shura has the most beautiful face and the most charming figure in the world, but she is also the most charming figure in the entire exile. The cruelest hunter in the land, none of those who were targeted by Dark Moon Shura could survive to the next day.

Eric didn't believe it, so he decided to use the Crescent Moon Scythe in his hand to end the legend of Dark Moon Shura, because he is the king and has the right to end this legend, so Eric didn't even bring a servant, but came to this area alone Among the dark rock mountains that were classified as the territory of the Dark Moon Shura.

She must die, this is already doomed.

Eric's mouth curled into a confident smile.

...

The blood-red waning moon hangs in the sky, like a fake, but the cold moonlight seems to make the exiled land even colder, as if everything on the earth is about to condense into ice. Among the dark rock mountains, there is no one here, and even the weeds are deserted. No, there are only cold and dark stones. On one of the huge rocks, there is a beautiful girl sitting, next to a bonfire swaying in the wind. Cosmetic cloth, change the dressing for the wound below, she doesn't know which of those medicines is the golden sore medicine, but she seems to be sure just by the instinct of smell, and in fact the wound has begun to heal, she guessed right.

"Woo..."

The coarse cloth made the wound ache, she couldn't help frowning her eyebrows, enduring the great pain, after reapplying the medicine, tore off a piece of cloth at the edge of the skirt, and re-wrapped it, this coarse cloth skirt is I found it from a deserted house. It was originally a knee-length skirt, but it has now been turned into a miniskirt to bandage the wound. There is an absolute area of ​​nearly 30 centimeters between the skirt and the black boots worn by the girl. suffocating.

After she had re-bandaged the wound, she lay down on her back for a short rest, took a sip from the water bottle beside her, and then gnawed on a piece of dry bread. Maybe it wasn't bread, but a compressed biscuit. , but she has no idea what this food is called.

Suddenly, the girl raised her head, her beautiful eyes were full of vigilance.

Someone came, and it was a very strong person.

It's a pity that her leg was scratched by the lord Luo Bo's sword, which weakened her combat power by at least 20%, but in the land of exile, she has learned the rules here, there will never be a way out, and she will never be weak, otherwise What greets you is not just death, you will also become food on other people's dinner plates. This is the law of iron and blood, and no tears or sympathy can be tolerated.

"when."

Grabbing the long sword engraved with mysterious runes, she leaped and disappeared from the giant rock, and disappeared into the vast night in a blink of an eye, as if she had merged with the night.

...

"rustle……"

In the wind, a shadow came with the wind, and it was like a bat that was gently attached to the giant rock. He looked up at the dark night, the endless darkness in the dark rock mountain range.

"Where did you go?"

Eric snorted coldly, the crescent sickle in his hand was glowing faintly with blood, he used his spiritual sense, felt it a little, and couldn't help but secretly smiled: "It turns out that you are here, run away as much as you want, but you will never run away." Don't come out of my pursuit."

"brush."

His figure shot away, his speed was extremely fast, a little unusually fast, even a god might not have such a fast flying speed.

The surrounding scenery turned into a stream of light and quickly receded. Eric no longer relied on his eyes, but relied on his spiritual sense to chase and kill. Further on, there was a wild grassland. Any crisis might be hidden in the grassland deep enough to be one person. After arriving here, the aura of Dark Moon Shura suddenly disappeared completely, as if it didn't exist.

Then there are only two possibilities, one is that Dark Moon Shura hid his aura, and the other is that she has been killed, but Eric is confident that his perception will not be wrong, then there is only one possibility, that Dark Moon Shura was killed.

But this is even more impossible, how could a lord-level existence be killed instantly.

At this moment, Eric actually felt a little confused.

"You don't care so much."

Eric snorted coldly, swiped the crescent sickle in his hand, and suddenly a blood-red flame spread like a fan, and the whole wild grassland turned into a sea of ​​flames in the next moment, and the flames shot into the sky.

But at this moment, suddenly a icy breath reappeared in the sky.

"Um."

Eric swung his scythe into the air without even thinking about it. He only felt a huge shock coming from his arms. With a sound of "Dang", the flames splashed everywhere, and Eric was shocked back, and his body fell to the ground, forming a A violent shock wave was released, blowing away all the flames within tens of meters, as if forming an invisible force field.

In the air, the beautiful girl stood in the wind, her stunning face showed no emotion, the long sword in her hand was shining brightly, and she just looked at Eric so lightly.

"Finally, I'm willing to show up, Dark Moon Shura." Eric held the Crescent Moon Scythe and looked at him with a smile as if nothing had happened.

"Your name." The girl said lightly.

"Eric." After he finished speaking, he touched his nose and added another sentence: "King."

And it used the accent, as if it was emphasizing it to the opponent.

The girl smiled and said, "I don't know what a king is, and I don't care. Are you here to kill me?"

"That's right."

Eric smiled slightly: "I can't tolerate a lord who doesn't surrender on my territory."

"Then, let's fight."

The long sword in the girl's hand was raised high, and she looked down at Eric without any fear.

It was as if a king was just a symbol in her eyes, and the rest meant nothing.