The land of the sea in the east is the border of Yan State, and it is more than a thousand miles north of the west. It is all surrounded by mountains and ridges. There is an opening at the end of the mountain, which is called the Second Saint Pass, which is divided into two places, and it is lush and green on one side, and the land of Yan State is the border of the Cangyue on the other side.

In the north, it is the middle of winter, everything is about to stop, and there is a vast snow between the sky and the earth, endless mountains are stretching, and the forest is as vast as the sea, and it is covered with silver...

Between the wind and snow, a team of less than a hundred people walked slowly along the blurry road in the snow.

The leading people were riding tall horses, wearing black scales, and wearing black red-topped felt hats on their heads. At this time, they were covered with frost and white by the wind and snow.

Several carriages behind him were full of goods, covered with a few pieces of wide and large linens. Behind the carriage were several thick hemp ropes, each of which were tied to five or six people of different clothes, all of which were mournful, and were staggering forward, and were pushed and beaten by the soldiers behind him from time to time.

Suddenly, a man headed at the front of the team, a general dressed up stopped the horse under him and raised his hand back to signal the carriage to stop.

The floating snowflakes are gradually fascinating. Looking forward, there is a dark shadow in the distance, floating in the wind and snow, as if coming towards this direction.

A strong wind blew over and rolled up a vast amount of white dust. The wind and snow began to become a little heavy with the gust of wind, like snow fog, making people unable to see clearly what was in front of them.

The leader's face suddenly became tight, because he was worried that some ferocious beast would attack, so he quickly ordered everyone to take out their weapons and form a formation to prepare to fight the enemy.

Several carriages were arranged around, forming a formation that seemed round but not round or square, and the remaining positions were filled with people.

"If we get the chance in a while, one of us can run away, and if one of us can bring this news, so many brothers on the road will not be in vain!" Those people tied by ropes were driven together, and immediately a few people began to whisper and whisper.

The soldiers in black armor on the other side were ready to fight, with their swords drawn out and arrows on the strings; in such cold weather, everyone was walking on the ground and activate their bodies; while the soldiers on the string spit the heat in their mouths at the strings so that the bowstring would not break when they were engaged in the battle.

The black shadow gradually approached, and I could see clearly the outline of the black shadow. It was a person.

The man was walking in a very strange way, swaying left and right, but his speed was extremely fast, and immediately entered the range of the soldiers here.

"We are the subordinates of King Muji, who escorted a group of prisoners from Yan State. I wonder what you call him?" The leading general saw that the man could be alone in the wind and snow, and his skills seemed very strange, so he concluded that this man was a cultivator, so he was quite polite when he asked questions.

"Me? My name is Ye...Tong, no, no, my name is Ye Tian!" The figure whimpered, as if he was answering, and seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was a crazy person, and he didn't know who he was.

At this moment, everyone had already seen the figure. It was a young and handsome boy, wearing a thin white cloth dress with black edges, and his style was very similar to those tied by hemp ropes behind the carriage.

"Shiren from Yan! Take the arrow!" The general pointed at the young man in white with a panic expression and shouted loudly to the people behind him.

Suddenly, the "swoosh" arrows left the strings, but the arrows just hit the outside of the boy in white, as if they had hit something hard, and they all landed one after another.

The boy in white suddenly had a cold look. He took his hand and rolled up the arrows scattered on the ground. He turned around and swung them backwards, and the arrows were reflected back. For a while, many soldiers could not dodge and were penetrated by the arrows and killed them on the spot.

Without waiting for the soldiers to react, the young man in white had already jumped up and killed him in front of the formation. The originally orderly array was suddenly overturned by the person killed by the young man in white, raised waves of snow fog, and broke through a gap.

"This kid wants to save people, kill them all, don't leave any living!" The general held the reins tightly with his hands, grabbed the head of the frightened horse, and shouted loudly behind him.

As soon as the leader finished speaking, some soldiers who were not affected by the young man in white raised their weapons and slashed at the group of people tied up with hemp ropes.

"Brothers, someone has come to save us! Fight with them!" The man who was whispering just now shouted at the top of his lungs when he saw this.

Those who were tied up by hemp ropes were inseparable from escape. Although they were unarmed, they all tried their best to see this glimmer of life and used their bodies to hit the soldiers surrounding them. For a moment, the small area that the chariots and horses reached was already in chaos.

In order to survive, those people tied with hemp rope had to knock the soldiers down. They immediately rushed over and tied their hands with hemp rope to pinch the soldiers' neck and bit off the soldiers' neck with their teeth.

At this moment, only by trying everything to kill all the soldiers can you survive.

Therefore, these people tied up by hemp ropes do everything they can. They are limited to their hands being tied together by hemp ropes, and their running around overnight and being hungry, how can they be the opponent of well-trained and well-fed soldiers?

It can be said that the whole scene was a unilateral massacre.

Even if these people tied up with hemp ropes can kill a soldier by chance, the price will often be greater. Two people, three people, and even everyone tied to hemp ropes will be sacrificed.

The leader looked at the boy in white fighting in the crowd, and saw him blocking the attack from left to right, as if he was strolling in the garden. Everyone couldn't hurt him at all. Instead, wherever the boy in white passed, there was blood all over the ground.

The leading general's face suddenly turned a little gloomy. Obviously, the strength shown by the young man in white was probably at least above the sixth level of the innate level. Such a strong master was probably...

The soldiers he brought, including himself, were only at the level of acquired realm. How could this little force be used to compete with this young man?

Without waiting for him to think about it, the young man in white had already killed him in an instant. He subconsciously raised his gun and stabbed him. However, the young man in white grabbed his gun with one hand, and the other hand was exquisitely bounced and folded, and the spear was snatched into his hand by the young man in white.

The leading general was slightly stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that he would fall into defeat without a single move under the boy in white. What happened next made the general widen his eyes.

But when the young man in white held the bottom of the spear in his palm, raised his hand and pushed it upwards, the spear straightly pierced his entire body.

The leading general looked at the bloody hole in his chest, his expression of horror and disbelief, and his eyes widened and fell from his horse.

The eyes of the leading general gradually dimmed, and the killing shouts in his ears continued...

The sound of the howling wind became louder and louder, and the snowflakes rushing towards the ground like large tracts of goose feathers. After a while, most of the snow soaked in blood were covered by white.

The young man in white slashed the neck of a black-armored soldier with one knife, and a bright red blood spurted out from the man's throat. A trace of heat was splattered on the snow in the wind and snow.

There was only the uneasy neighing sound of horses, the whistling sound of the wind and snow sweeping through the surrounding carriages and trees. There were many corpses lying on the entire road.

The young man in white stood up in the wind and snow, just stared at everything in front of him, and his eyes began to be a little dazed.

"Little brother, come here quickly." Suddenly, a weak male voice came, breaking the contemplation of the young man in white.

The young man in white followed the direction of the sound and leaned against a man on the wheel of a carriage. He was hit by many knifes on his legs and body. Although the wounds were not very fatal, there were many wounds and the snow on the ground was dyed red. The man's breathing sound was already a little too much, and it was obvious that he would not live long.

"Little brother, thank you for your life-saving grace. I have a secret letter here." After the man said that, he picked out a small white thin piece from his hair.

However, the young man in white just looked at him with a blank expression, his body motionless, as if he had no intention of taking the thing.

"This matter is about the life and death of Yan State. I hope you can be your duty for the people of the world and be sure to deliver this to the leader of the Tianqing Tribe." The seriously injured man felt unmoved by the young man in white and his tone suddenly became stronger, but as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed up a pool of blood.

However, the seriously injured man held one hand up like this. The boy in white stared at the seriously injured man for a while, lowered his eyes and thought for a while before raising his hand to take the white thin slice from the man's hand.

"Little brother, how dare you ask what your name is? Is it from Yan State? You said your name just now, but I didn't hear it clearly behind me. I'm not going to be a fool who doesn't even know the name of my benefactor." The seriously injured man suddenly smiled relieved when he saw the boy in white taking the thing, and asked faintly.

"My name is my name, I, I, I remember that my name was Ye Tong, no! My name is Ye Tian!" The young man in white got a headache when asked about his name, and shook his head with some distress and replied.

"What! You, your surname is Ye? Your name is Ye Tong? You, you are from the Ye family!" The middle-aged and upper-class man's pupils suddenly magnified a lot after hearing the boy in white. He was struggling to stand up, but he couldn't. He could only say in surprise.

"Why, do you know who I am?" the young man in white asked quickly.

"Hahaha, it's not bad. Your appearance is exactly the same as when the head of the family was young. I was really confused! I just realized it! It's not wrong! It's not wrong! Hahaha, God has eyes, and I actually let me see the descendants of the Ye family. Now I'm dead without regrets!" The seriously injured man looked at the man in white and suddenly laughed out loud.

It seemed that at this moment, the appearance of the young man in white made the seriously injured man see life and death, and at the same time, it seemed as if he saw hope.
Chapter completed!