In winter, the wind in the exile place cuts people's skin like a knife, but the more winter it is, the harder it is to find food. Many large beasts have already hibernated in caves. Therefore, the exiled can only hunt each other and eat meat. For the exiled, the greater significance of winter is whether they can live until winter, but cold is not the most deadly factor.

"Hosh...hush..."

In the deserted yellow grass, a ghost wolf crawled there. The ghost wolf never hibernates. They need to maintain continuous prey to maintain physical strength. This ghost wolf is a female wolf with a fierce look. The mucus flowing between the teeth actually freezes into an ice cone and hangs on the chin, looking like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger.

The ghost wolf in the exile land is different from ordinary wolf species. Their fur is as tough as the ten-year-old dragon clan, and their sharp teeth can bite through ten centimeters of steel plate. They are cruel and violent. Whenever they hunt, they will bite their opponents until they are broken before they will stop.

The female wolf has not hunted any food for three consecutive days. If she doesn't eat, it will not be able to maintain its strength and then become someone else's prey, so it must succeed in one blow. Now, its prey has come. A man in black with a ghost-headed sickle slowly walked over. He was wearing a wide windbreaker and his face was buried in the hood of the cloak, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

"Ho huh..."

The ghost wolf finally couldn't help it and rushed from the weeds like lightning, as if as long as she bit her 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. With a "pop", the sickle turned into a sharp light and swept across. The next moment, the ghost wolf's body had already turned into two halves. The cold wind blew by, and the man in black's hood was blown up, revealing a middle-aged man full of hostility.

Although the flesh of the ghost wolf is fishy, ​​it is the best food in winter.

But the man in black did not pick up the body of the ghost wolf, but walked towards the distant mountains without looking back. For him, the enemies hidden in the mountains were more important, and the mere wolf flesh could not attract the king-level exiled people at all.

Eric, a strong man who was exiled tens of thousands of years ago, killed his lord-level opponents Lin Dong, Wang Fei and Tallin with a blood-red sickle. His outstanding military achievements also allowed him to obtain the title of king in the exile land. There were only more than ten kings in the exile land. Eric could win his current status naturally rely on strength, not luck.

But now, Eric learned that a strong man appeared in his territory, a girl holding a steel sword. No one knew what her name was. He only knew that she had a pair of blood-red eyes, endless power, and aggressive murderous intent. Several powerful men at the leader level had been killed by her, including General Iron.

"snort……"

When Eric thought of General Iron, he couldn't help but laugh at him contemptuously. General Iron was not worth mentioning to Eric. Even if Eric wanted to kill General Iron, he could crush him with his fingers. However, what shocked Eric was that the girl actually killed the lord-level exiled person a few days ago. Luo Bo, you should know that Luo Bo's sword has the achievement of killing more than a dozen leaders. It is definitely not easy for those who can kill Luo Bo. Therefore, the people in the exile land called this girl "Dark Moon Shura". Every Blood Moon Night is the time for Dark Moon Shura to kill.

"When killing."

Eric couldn't help but sneer, tonight, it will be the night when Dark Moon Shura feels slain. The legends in the exile land are so worthless. Each legend can only last for a few years or even a few months, and will be ended later.

According to the hierarchy in the exile land, from high to low: king, lord, leader, cruiser, recruit, rookie, Dark Moon Shura killed Rabo, who had the lord-level strength, and naturally replaced him as a new lord. There are legends about the new lords in those ruined taverns every day, and 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 cruelest hunter in the entire exile land. No one who is targeted by Dark Moon Shura can survive until the next day.

Eric didn't believe it, so he decided to use the waning moon sickle in his hand to end the legend of Dark Moon Shura. Because he was a king and was qualified to end the legend, Eric didn't even bring a servant, but just came to this dark rock mountain range divided into the territory of Dark Moon Shura.

She must die, this is a destined thing.

A confident smile flew at the corner of Eric's mouth.

...

The blood-red waning moon hung in the sky, as if it was fake, but the cold moonlight seemed to make the exile even colder, as if everything on the earth was about to condense into ice. In the dark rocks, there was no one here, and there was not even weeds. There were only cold and dark stones. On one of the huge rocks, there was a beautiful girl sitting, and a bonfire next to her swaying in the wind. She stretched out a slender snow leg, lifted the coarse cloth on the outside of her thigh, and changed the medicine for the wound below. She didn't know which of those drugs was golden sore medicine, but it seemed to be confirmed by her olfactory instinct. In fact, the wound had begun to heal, and she was not wrong.

"Wooah..."

The wound was so painful that the coarse cloth was pulled, and she couldn't help frowning. She endured the huge pain. After applying the medicine again, she tore off a strip of cloth on the edge of the skirt and rebanded it. The coarse cloth skirt was found in a abandoned house. It was originally a knee-length skirt, but in order to bandage the wound, it has now become a miniskirt. A nearly thirty centimeters of absolute territory was exposed between the short skirt and the black boots worn by the girl, which was suffocating.

After she rebanded the wound, she lay down on her back for a while, picked up the kettle beside her and took a sip, then held a piece of dry bread and nibble. Perhaps this was not a bread, but a compressed biscuit, but she had no idea what this food was called.

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

Someone is here, and he is a very powerful person.

Unfortunately, her leg was scratched by the sword of the lord Luo Bo, which at least weakened her combat power. However, in the exile place, she had learned the rules here long ago. There was never a way out and could never be weak. Otherwise, what would be welcomed is not only death, but you will also become food on someone else's meal plate. This is the law of iron blood, and there is no way to go to tears or sympathy.

"when."

Grasping the long sword with mysterious runes engraved on the side, she jumped and disappeared from the huge rock. In a blink of an eye, she disappeared into the vast dark night, as if she had merged with the night.

...

"rustle……"

In the wind, a shadow came with the wind, gently adsorbing on the huge rock like a bat. He looked up at the dark night, the endless darkness in the dark rock mountains.

"Where did you go?"

Eric snorted coldly, and the waning moon sickle in his hand was shining with a faint blood. He felt it a little, and couldn't help but smile secretly: "It turns out that you'll run away here, but you can never escape my pursuit."

"brush."

His body shot away with electricity. His speed was extremely fast, so fast that even the gods might not have that fast flight speed.

The surrounding scenery turned into streams of light and retreated rapidly. Eric no longer relied on his eyes, but relied on spiritual consciousness to chase him. Going forward was a wild grassland. There might be any crisis hidden in the grass deep in one person. It was also after arriving here that the breath of Dark Moon Shura suddenly disappeared completely, as if it did not exist.

Then there are only two possibilities: one is that Dark Moon Shura hides her breath, and the other is that she has been killed, but Eric is confident that his perception will not go wrong, so there is only one possibility: Dark Moon Shura is 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.

"Don't care about you."

Eric snorted coldly, and the waning moon sickle in his hand suddenly waved, and a blood-red flame spread like a fan. The entire wild grassland turned into a sea of ​​fire in the next moment, and the flames soared into the sky.

But at this moment, a cold breath suddenly appeared again, in the sky.

"Um."

Eric waved his sickle and slashed into the air without thinking. He felt a huge shock from his arms. When a fire was splashing everywhere, Eric was actually shocked and fell to the ground, forming a violent shock wave, blowing all the flames within dozens of meters away, as if forming an invisible force field.

In the air, the beautiful girl stood in the wind, with no emotion on her stunning face, and the long sword in her hand shone brightly, just looking at Eric light.

"I finally want to show up, Dark Moon Shura," Eric held the waning moon sickle 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 was stressed, as if it was emphasizing it to the opponent.

The girl smiled and said, "I don't know what the king is, nor do I care. Are you here to kill me?"

"That's right."

Eric smiled and said, "I can't tolerate a lord who has not surrendered on my territory."

"So, fight."

The sword in the girl's hand raised high, looking at Eric condescendingly, without any fear.
Chapter completed!