Chapter 1071

When he looked at the vast grassland, his thoughts could not help drifting to the distance. Thirteen Bajun's face appeared in the blue sky, and he almost lost his mind.

Alas, for a long time, there was no match like thirteen Bajun! It's a bit boring!

However, if the thirteen tyrants were still there, he might have been buried in the earth. It's a small matter to be buried in the earth. Maybe now his body has been thrown into the wilderness and eaten by wild wolves! So don't always feel sorry. Between him and the thirteen tyrants, either you die or I live, never pity the opponent.

But he always felt that the thirteen overlord was still alive, or that his soul was still in the world. Maybe they are still friends now, but he knows that they are not in the same world at all. They can only go their own ways and push each other on the way.

In a trance, his mind drifted to the distance again, returning to the battle of his thirteen overlord one day many years ago.

I remember that at that time, the setting sun was as red as blood, inlaid a golden edge on the silver white sky, and gradually devoured the whole sky.

The leader of the mysterious organization stood on the vast grassland with his hands behind his back, half of his body immersed in the orange red aperture. His eyes closed tightly, and the shadow of his slender eyelashes fell on his face. Then he sat cross legged, folded his fingers and flipped a few times in the air. Immediately, a golden halo gradually rose. He quickly recited the mantra, and a few wisps of ghost slowly rose from him to the sky. After a while, they disappeared without a trace.

After the division of the remnant soul, he stood up with his elbows on his legs. A breeze swept over his forehead and lifted some of his green silk. He patted the dust on his clothes. There was no wave in his deep eyes. He thought of harming the common people, so he had to divide the spirits.

Suddenly, a fierce and familiar breath came to his face, which interrupted his thoughts. His eyes quickly swept around. Finally, his eyes locked on a slender and strong man. At first glance, it turned out to be the thirteen overlord.

And at the moment, he is dividing the ghost!

There was a strong resentment in my heart. My fists clenched and my knuckles creaked. The thirteen overlord used the method of dividing the ghost to stop his plan and prevent it from succeeding! If he is so ungrateful, no wonder his men are merciless!

he took out his sword from his waist, shook it twice, took a few sword flowers and stabbed it directly at the back of the thirteen overlord. Although he knew that this kind of behavior was a sneak attack, he would be looked down upon. Normally, he would not have done such a mean thing, but now he wants to be mad.

Thirteen overlord, I want your life.

But the thirteen tyrants were not the light to save fuel. They knew that the leader of the mysterious organization would make such a bad decision. So they made a somersault in the air. The sole of their shoes just touched the man's knife face. They concentrated their strength on their legs and kicked off the sword of the leader of the mysterious organization. In fact, this is far from the strength of the leader of the mysterious organization. It's just that he is so angry that his skill has been reduced by several percent.

Then thirteen Bajun kicked the head of the mysterious organization in the chest / mouth, the pain hit, the head of the mysterious organization fell on the soft grass, a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

when you pick up the sword, you will not be able to stop him.

Today, he will fight to the death with the thirteen tyrants for his faith.

He raised his sword and cleaved straight to the thirteen overlord, who also supported it with his sword. For a moment, they were deadlocked.

Suddenly, a sharp bird call broke the silence and interrupted the memory of the leader of the mysterious organization. He straightened his clothes, which were wrinkled by the wind, and turned up his mouth helplessly. Up to now, he can't remember who lost and who won the battle with the thirteen tyrants. He only remembers that they fought and fought all the time, but he can't remember or doesn't want to remember.

In the distance, a figure walking in the steep mountains crowded into his eyes. He saw that the man was wearing a blue suit, not thin, even a little bloated. When the man walked in, the leader of the mysterious organization saw clearly that it was Yu Jingzhe!

What's he doing here?

"It's a beautiful day today. It's suffocating to stay indoors all the time." Yu Jingzhe strode along with a basket woven of grass on his back and sighed from time to time.

Yu Jingzhe's approach makes the leader of the mysterious organization feel a dangerous and familiar breath, just like the thirteen overlord many years ago.

Yes, he has the ghost of the thirteen tyrants!

The leader of the mysterious organization clenched his fists tightly, and his sharp nails were deeply embedded in his palm due to excessive force, leaving several bloody red marks, which were very conspicuous in his white palm. He leaned forward slightly. At the moment, Yu Jingzhe was only a few steps away from him, but a tree stood in front of them. Yu Jingzhe didn't find the leader of the mysterious organization.

The leader of the mysterious organization wanted to stab him to death when he didn't pay attention to the sting. He was already itching.But he told himself again and again, the time is not ripe! Don't act rashly!

He could only bear the anger in his heart for a long time, and jumped out of here.

Only left in Jingzhe a person leng in situ: "eh, just now it seems that a bird flew away." He scratched his head with a belly full of it, and his mouth closed.

Don't mind your own business. You'd better go to collect the medicine.

At this time, a silvery white herb came into his eyes, with a strong fragrance. Yu Jingzhe rubbed his nose, sniffed carefully, and then took out a medical book from the basket. Deep eyes quickly glanced at the book, determined that the strange shape herb not far away from him was his goal today, then threw the book back into the basket and trotted over.

Yu Jingzhe squats down, but the thick and towering grass immediately submerges him. He gently picked up a leaf of the herb, carefully observed it, took out a notebook and wrote it down, then picked it off and threw it into the basket.

Just ready to turn around, along the original road back, a familiar and mixed with the smell of silk danger on the face. Yu Jingzhe couldn't help stirring up.

Has he ever been to this mountain before? Why does he feel so familiar?

I think too much.

The sky seems to have been blown by a hurricane all night, clean without a cloud. All that remained was the complete, pure blue, which was magnificently rendered overhead. Like inadvertently knocked over the blue ink bottle.