The weeds on the wasteland outside these cities have no natural enemies and have been growing freely for a year. By this season when it is almost autumn, it has long been able to pass the waist of the man. Chen Fei found a place with thick grass and rushed in. When the grass leaves blew, they covered them up. The dull green robe on his body became the best protective color at this time.

Da da da da da

Almost as Chen Fei just jumped into the grass, the sound of horse hooves became clearer. A millet-colored horse was running fast on the road, riding a middle-aged man in a gray robe, about forty or fifty years old, with red blood oozing from his shoulders, which looked shocking. At this time, he was driving the horse forward like a stray dog, and he looked back in a hurry while moving forward. But every time he looked, his vicissitudes of face turned whiter, and there was almost no blood.

...It seems that it is the person being hunted down...

Through the gap of the leaves, Chen Fei made a judgment on the middle-aged man with a frightened expression. Not surprisingly, behind him, several black horses appeared quickly in Chen Fei's vision. Compared with the millet-colored horse before, these horses were undoubtedly more handsome. The distance between the two sides was shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye. Suddenly, on the several black horses, a man in a black robe jumped from the horse like a big bird, turned around neatly and gracefully, and shot towards the middle-aged man who was fleeing in a hurry in front of him like an arrow. In the air, he drew out a long blood-colored knife from his waist, twisted his waist and exerted force unreasonably, and shouted loudly.

"Stay with someone!"

The sound was extremely loud, as if there was a thunder in the plain. The middle-aged man shivered and almost fell from the horse. Fortunately, he hugged the horse's neck hard when he saw the opportunity to avoid the tragedy of falling off the horse. However, even so, it was difficult to change his fate. A blood-colored arc-shaped sword energy rushed through the space like a waning moon, almost brushing the man's forehead, hanging a large piece of black hair with scalp, which made him tremble all over and his face suddenly turn white, but the next moment, the red blood poured his face, and the horse that had lost his head fell weakly, and threw the owner who was almost scared to the ground.

The middle-aged man rolled a few times on the ground, his head hit a bluestone hard, and the red blood flowed all over his face in an instant. His vision swayed, and he took a few deep breaths before he could barely stand up on the ground. But at this moment, a fierce face appeared in front of him, his right eye was blind, leaving only a long scar. If an ordinary person had such a scar about an inch on his face, he would have been very conspicuous, but it was usually tight on his face.

Because, there were more than ten such scars on his face, and he looked as hideous as an evil ghost who had just crawled out of the eighteen levels of hell, which made the middle-aged man who had already panicked and screamed in a hurry and fell backwards, and his hands and feet were retreating with his ground. But the next moment, a big foot in gray boots stepped on the middle-aged man's somewhat short right hand, and was grinding hard. The pain that was piercing, made his face turn pale in an instant.

"He Yuanzheng, why don't you run away? You run away!"

To be continued.
Chapter completed!