The sound of lonely footsteps, most likely, is - Jiang Su!

The place where Yang Jun chose to dig the pit was very close to the scarlet white jade under the sand dune, and the bottom of the same sand dune was to guard this flower anyway, so the principle of proximity was adopted.

As for Yin Jinli's corpse, no one paid attention to it, and no one had the heart to dig a pit for him to bury the corpse. And the corpse was now covered by the yellow sand blown by the cold wind, and the human form could no longer be seen on the deformed sand dunes.

And Jiang Su's figure appeared on the sand dunes opposite the three of them.

Yang Jun raised his head and looked at the sand dunes from the edge of his hood, and for a moment his body was tense, his eyes suddenly brightened - Jiang Su!

In a difficult night, it is not a good time to encounter an enemy.

However, Yang Jun also felt that it was not too bad.

Sooner or later, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later.

He slowly withdrew his hand from the cold yellow sand and said to the two girls, "Don't come out, I'll deal with him." ”

The last stream of aura soaked in warmth poured into the palms of their hands, and Gu Jiuxin and Jing quietly slowly straightened their bodies, and their shoulders moved, as if they were about to jump out of this sand pit at any time.

The two palms that Yang Jun had already pulled out naturally covered the shoulders of the two: "The night is not over yet, you can bear with it for the time being." ”

Endure, endure what?

Is it the bone-eating cold, or is it a state where he can't give him support and can only watch?

However, the two of them looked at each other and did not speak, just nodded solemnly.

Jiang Su climbed the sand dunes while the wind was not too strong, and the night was like endless thick ink, without a trace of heavenly light leaking, but fortunately, it gave him a little respite after a gust of wind.

He had been walking through the yellow sand for two days and nights, but it was not until the end of the night yesterday that he had gained something, and was about to withdraw, when he was once again encountered by the cold wind, and had to walk slowly, and hold on for another night in the vast sand.

The young master cultivator can barely cope with the harsh environment of thousands of miles of yellow sand, and the most important thing is that a scarlet white jade has already arrived!

Thinking of being able to invite merit with this, Jiang Su was in a good mood, and even the whistling wind felt a little soft.

He was dressed in a navy blue robe, but he was wearing a lake-blue cloak, which made the whole person a bright shadow in this heavy night.

Jiang Su covered his face with a hood, and his face was also covered with a mask, only half of his chin was exposed, but Yang Jun still recognized the person from the revealed figure. Because, he doesn't need to look at the face, but from the breath.

For some monks who have cultivated special exercises, their faces can be deformed, and even their bones can be stretched, and some demon cultivators have taken this path to the extreme.

However, for monks, the exercises to be practiced are certain, have a certain direction, and are somewhat similar to picking a specialty, from deciding whether to cultivate the soul or martial arts, and after selecting a certain type of exercise, the Tao continues to deepen on this basis.

And for Yang Jun, it may be very difficult for him to judge whether a person is learning computer or mathematics from the so-called breath just by looking at it from a distance, but now it is not difficult to "recognize" Jiang Su from this figure, especially since the two had a fight for a long time not long ago.

With a palm of his hand, he pulled out his lower body from the sand, took two steps forward, and stood in front of Gu Jiuxin and Jingjing, blocking Jiang Su's sight.

“…… Hahaha! ”

Jiang Su's position was condescending, even if he was hooded to cover his face, he saw a figure across a ravine opposite for the first time.

Looking at the posture of the three people holding together, I knew that the few people whose cultivation was far inferior to him were not easy in the cold night of thousands of miles of yellow sand.

In the cultivation world, there is no such thing as one plus one equals two.

Half of them are buried in the yellow sand, which shows that the situation is indeed not very good. Jiang Su laughed wantonly, very indulgent, and very cheerful.

When he entered the small realm of fog and dust, he was about to quietly compete with Jing for the black stone crystal key, and the latter ice jade key did not know who it was in his hands, and it was more likely to be taken away by "Chu Ke".

But now...... It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

"A godsend, a godsend!" Jiang Su strode down the dunes.

It was almost dawn, and the frequency of the cold wind had also decreased a little, but standing on the top of the dune, he was undoubtedly on the cusp, and he didn't want to die before he left the school, and he was pouted by a gust of wind.

"Uh-"

Just when Jiang Su was full of confidence and wanted to raise a knife to cut a stubble of grass and kill Yang Jun and Jing quietly and the others, he saw the person buried in the sand jump out.

"Chu Ke!" Before Yang Jun could speak, Jiang Su shouted first.

Yang Jun didn't respond, his right arm was raised, and in the endless dark night, a faint blue jade-colored light crossed by.

The faint light was unusually bright because of the stillness of the night, with a faint coldness.

Gu Jiuxin and Jing quietly turned their heads, and from the bottom up, what they saw was Yang Jun's proud back, which was more majestic than what he saw on weekdays.

Surrounded by the sand around him, with a chill that soaked in the cold, his whole body was almost stiff, but the moment he saw the bright light, he felt a burst of warmth in his palm, and there seemed to be a little warmth left.

The moment the wind stopped, the whole world was very quiet.

Jing Jing and Gu Jiuxin were very close, but at this moment, they couldn't even hear each other's breathing. They breathed very slowly, even, holding their breath.

Hmmm-

An extreme light broke through the thick night, as if a crack had been torn open in the secret room that had not seen the light of day, leaking a glimmer of heavenly light.

The narrow blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife drew a strange arc, which came out of Yang Jun's palm, lowered his straight finger and poured to the ground, and then stood up and bowed towards the sky.

The strangely shaped and heavy broadsword melted into the thick black night, which made the blade light appear a little light, like a narrow hook.

The icy cold, in this cold night, contains a layer of warmth.

Jing quietly shook his right hand and grabbed a handful of cold and rough sand.

She sniffed and watched the much taller-looking back stride in the opposite direction to the two of them, the crunch of the soles of her shoes stepping on the sand was clearly transmitted to her ears through the ground, and even, the skin that was in direct contact with the sand could feel a tremor more directly.

The sand pit that Yang Jun dug was only enough to bury the waists of the three of them, and after rounds of cold winds, countless sands covered it, and at this time, it was already hidden on her chest.

As a result, her heart thumped to the frequency of the footsteps.

The slender legs alternately stepped forward, like a dragon walking like a tiger, and in an instant, the figure melted into the night like the dark blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

Only the shiny blade is still shining like a winding light road in the night market.

Quietly, a little stunned suddenly appeared in my heart.

The distance between the two sand dunes was dozens of zhang, but to Yang Jun, it seemed that they had been reached in the blink of an eye.

He didn't say a word, but he was like carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, with a murderous aura, and his whole body was still wrapped in the chill brought out of the cold sand pit, with the cold light of the ten thousand butcher knives, which was daunting.

Yang Jun's expression was cold, but this awe-inspiring momentum rushed out from the height, and Jiang Su, who should have been in the ascendancy, was stunned.

This feeling seems unfamiliar and familiar, and it is so contradictory that Jiang Su doesn't want to mention it.

In fact, he didn't want to admit it at all, this is a kind of coercion of the weak by the strong.

This overwhelming momentum often occurs when two monks and monks fight. Breath is a kind of existence that seems to be ethereal, but it can be truly felt.

At some point, he would have foreseen that he had lost.

However, at this time, here, at this moment, he is facing a young man who is not more than a weak crown, wearing a long cloak and especially looking slender and even a little thin.

The moment the cold wind did not arrive, there was still an endless chill floating on the vast sand, and the wandering air currents rolled up the ice silkworm gauze cloak on Yang Jun's body, which was originally used to resist the scorching sun.

It's just that this bit of airflow, in the eyes of a few people who have experienced the cold wind, can no longer be called wind.

The clothes are close to Yang Jun's body, revealing the lines of his body on one side, loose clothes, and a tall figure, which is indeed very thin.

Jiang Su felt that it must be his own delusion.

Chu Ke, a sixteen-year-old boy, what can he do?

He had more or less heard of the deeds of the second son of the Chu family, and he said it well, he was indomitable, but in fact, he was just a little hard-tempered, and if Jiang Su said it, it would be a dead man.

Because of the existence of the Lord Ling, Jiang Su once scoffed at the rumors that the Chu family was sitting on the Shenmu Order, but Chu Ke was also a little interesting.

But it's only a little interesting.

The boy was raising the butcher's knife at him, no, it was the knife, the knife called the Ten Thousand Butcher's Knife.

Jiang Su's eyes were cold, he stood up straight, and with a wave of his right hand, a sword light poured out, dissolving the surrounding night in an instant.

A soft halo enveloped him, making Jiang Su's whole body look like a luminous body in this cold night.

In terms of cultivation, he is indeed not bad.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Jiang family's generation, the self-styled, the first personal disciple of the Xuantianmen Shenmu Peak, officially certified, Jiang Su has been quite proud of his life in the past twenty years, if you ignore the inferiority complex that is deeply rooted in the extremely secret in your heart.

At the age of fourteen, he entered the Xuantian Gate, and became his personal disciple for Xie Mian, and then ...... He came into contact with things that he didn't have access to and couldn't touch than the vast majority of Xuantian Sect disciples.

The existence of the Lord of the Divine Wood Order, to Jiang Su, seemed to be a beacon to guide him forward. Under the light of that star, he saw his hope above the top of the mountain, the capital that made everyone in the Jiang family prostrate from above......

In other words, the existence of the Lord of the Shenmu Order awakened the deepest desire in his heart, and also gave him endless hope, so that Jiang Su was more eager to serve the Lord of the Shenmu Order than Xie Guan, and he was also so persistent in finding the Scarlet White Jade Weng.

No, more than that, what he wants to offer to the Lord is not just this scarlet white jade flower.

Jiang Su just exuded a trace of coldness in his eyes, and suddenly burst out with two eager lights.

He wants to dedicate this boundless yellow sandy land, the reckless jungle, a vast fertile land, this mysterious and long-lost small world of fog and dust to the Lord of Order!

Woo –

Before Yang Jun's sword was raised and Jiang Su's sword had not yet bloomed, a whistling from afar was the first to reach everyone's ears.

"Oops," Jing quietly became familiar with the sound of the wind, and suddenly exclaimed, "The cold wind is coming!" ”

Gu Jiuxin craned his neck, looking at the back that was gone away with the cold light, and said lightly: "It's not in the way." Uncle Xiao will not be stumped by this wind. ”

Her words sound very straightforward and true, but they seem to contain deep meaning. Jing quietly glanced at Gu Jiuxin strangely.

Just now, she just looked at that person, but she didn't notice Gu Jiuxin's expression, I don't know what she thought in her heart at that time? Quietly thought to herself.

Gu Jiuxin's face was still covered with a mask, and only a pair of eyes flashed with a shining water: "Ten thousand butcher knives have more than three thousand catties, what is the cold wind." ”

That's right, she nodded quietly, but she also said, "But it's inevitable that you'll suffer some flesh and skin." ”

Flesh and skin suffering? Indeed, the strength of the cold wind is not only because of the strong wind, but also because of the bone-eating coldness, and the thousands of wind blades mixed with it. When the wind passes, it is like a sharp blade cutting meat, the skin opens the flesh, and the cold soaks the bones.

Gu Jiuxin narrowed his eyes, his eyelids drooped: "Do you think that Uncle Xiao will care about this?" ”

If it weren't for the two girls, Gu Jiuxin thought, he wouldn't have to dig a pit to avoid the cold wind.

Of course not, how can a big man be such a mother-in-law!

Jing was quietly startled by the subconscious thoughts in his mind, could it be that in his heart, "Chu Ke" can also be called a big man? Obviously it's just a stinking teenager. However, that person really has nothing to do with the words "milk smell has not dried up".

Eh, no, I don't want to be cut by the wind blade, and I'm not a mother-in-law, right? After all, everyone has a love for beauty, which girl's family would want her face to be as smooth as a shelled egg with blood marks cut out one after another, the skin is open, and the red meat is rolled?

Quietly glaring at Gu Jiuxin, she suddenly thought that Gu Jiuxin, like herself, if she was alone, she might not be afraid of the scars cut by the cold wind and sharp blades, and even if the two of them were opposite, they would be able to endure it, after all, no matter how serious the wounds of the flesh and skin, there would be a time to heal, so there was only one possibility......

The wind was whistling, Yang Jun looked sideways slightly, and in his sight, a layer of black thicker than the night rushed overwhelmingly.

This scene is somewhat familiar. This turbulent momentum, like a few months ago, at the foot of Ling Chu Mountain, at the mouth of the Tongtian River, the surging tide of the sea struck from the distant sea, from head to toe, covering him in it.

However, the wind carried yellow sand, which was extremely hot during the day and as cold as ice slag in the night.

And this rolling yellow sand, under the coercion of the cold wind, has also become an overwhelming "black sand".

However, this glimpse is only a momentary thing. The howling wind did not interfere with the action of the two of them drawing their swords and slashing, stabbing with their swords. (To be continued.) )()

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