The yellow sand, which connects the city, almost seals off the entire desert. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wind was crying and the wolf was howling, and the monks could only use their spiritual power to stabilize their bodies and not be swept away by the wind and sand.

After watching the small storm during the foundation building period, Chu Miao thought that he was already ninety percent sure, but who knew that he had just entered the big storm zone yesterday, and he was almost swept away by a cloud of sand.

Chu Miao didn't care about cleaning up the yellow sand on his face and nose, took out two third-order super-grade array disks, and quickly plunged into the ground to activate, which gave him time to calm down.

There is no wind from the outside world in the formation, and there is no sand and dust to enter, only the yellow sand can be seen whistling through, and the invisible barrier will continue to shake and crumble when the sand and dust are involved.

Chu Miao hurriedly cleaned up the gravel from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and while the formation had not been destroyed by the strong storm, she quickly sat down to recover her spiritual power, in case she encountered a fight with a monk.

The scope of the storm zone is not large, and since she came in yesterday, she has killed three monks who have completed the consummation.

Seeing that she was strong, the other monks also put away their thoughts of provocation and chose their opponents again.

Chu Miao didn't dare to take it lightly, and he was usually ruthless when he just entered, and he was not a real ruthless character.

Only those who can survive until the last day in the sandstorm and attack are the opponents she should pay attention to.

The sand and dust were swept straight into the air, forming a sand mist in the air, which was mixed with countless whirlwinds, which became bigger and bigger from low to high, and as long as the monks were not careful, or their strength was insufficient, they could easily be swept up and shattered by the whirlwind.

None of the demon beasts in the desert dared to appear, they all hid deep underground, and their instincts made them dare not come forward, even if there was a lot of food on it, they would never take the risk.

This kind of storm is naturally nothing to a fourth-order demon cultivator, but they have a relationship with the city lord, and during the Sand Fighting Conference, no matter where the storm zone is, they will not hurt people.

With a clatter, Chu Miao hurriedly picked up all the defenses and prepared to escape from the whirlwind.

The two formations under him were already the fourth group that had been destroyed in the past two days, and they could not hold out for an hour in the storm.

The spiritual power in her body has not fully recovered, but she has only dodged the whirlwind and sand mist, and she has done enough.

Woo... Woo... Chu Miao's most hateful voice came from afar, and in the distance, visible to the naked eye, a huge whirlwind roared towards this side, and the breath of destruction made people unable to resist.

In the face of this powerful force of nature, the monk was easy to surrender, and the speed of the sand that covered the sky and the sun was extremely fast, and Chu Miao only felt that the surroundings became extremely dark, and the wind and sand crackled on the defensive shield, and it was quickly shattered in two layers.

This whirlwind was unavoidable, engulfing almost the entire storm zone, enveloping all the monks.

Chu Miao quickly sacrificed forty-nine array flags and laid down the most powerful seven-star gossip defensive array within his ability.

At the same time, he threw out two more defensive arrays, transported the spiritual power of his whole body and injected it into the array, and his divine sense accurately controlled each array flag, and when the whirlwind finally came, he tried his best to keep the formation as it was.

The whistling sound was so loud that the three formations couldn't resist it, and there were only bursts of whimpering sounds left in Chu Miao's ears, and there was darkness everywhere visible to the naked eye.

The speed of the sand and dust swirls extremely fast, although it was terrifying, but it was only a few breaths past where everyone was, and then it disappeared again.

In the rare calm, Chu Miao blinked his eyes and saw that the monks who came to participate in the festival had already lost forty percent, and he didn't know whether he died at the hands of the monks or was swept away in the whirlwind just now.

The rest of the monks are almost all in the late stage of the knot and the consummation of the knot, and Zhou Yiqing has disappeared.

Chu Miao no longer paid attention to the situation outside the formation, leaned out his divine sense, and checked whether his formation flag had completely run away like the first time.

This time the situation was much better, the formation flag was still firmly contained by her, and the formation was also very solid, only two formation disks were shattered again.

The wind blew again, and the sand mist once again blocked everyone's view, Chu Miao put away the array flag and began to try to resist with himself.

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The little sand swirl swept past Chu Miao again and again, and she sat firmly in it, except for a little swaying, she had no intention of being injured or swept away at all.

Chu Miao must be in her heart, and began to use her sword qi to compete with it when the whirlwind came.

She put away the thunder spiritual power in her body, and did not leak a single thing, relying on the fierce sword qi to scatter the small whirlwinds one after another.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Chu Miao had been wielding her knife in the sand and dust for four days, and the storm at this time was more violent than it had begun, but her sword qi was also stronger.

A medium-sized whirlwind rushed fiercely, Chu Miao calmed his mind, and recited the Xuanxu Knife Method over and over again in his heart, knowing the sea was like a calculation, transforming and understanding the trajectory of each knife.

Woo woo... Whining... The whirlwind raised a large amount of sand mist, and Chu Miao's eyes fell into darkness again.

She closed her eyes, gripped the Hidden Moon with her right hand, and swung a knife from left to right.

Straight forward, the momentum is like a bamboo, no matter who it is, no matter what it is, as long as it stands in the way, it will be swallowed by this sword intent.

Rumble... The swirl of sand and dust completely dispersed, and the spurting sword intent enveloped it all, and the battle continued in mid-air.

However, after three breaths, the whirlwind formed by the sand and dust completely dissipated, and was blown up by the wind again, turning into a more gentle sand mist, whistling and drifting away from Chu Miao's side.

After sending out the first sword intent, Chu Miao felt that half of his spiritual power had been used, but even so, he couldn't help but be very happy in his heart.

She is not a sword cultivator, but she can realize her sword intent in the consummation of the Dan, which is extremely rare.

As long as she cultivates the sword intent, her strength has doubled again, and now she only uses the sword technique, and she is even stronger than when she added thunder power before.

Throwing out two array disks to defend, Chu Miao swallowed a bottle of spiritual liquid and restored the spiritual power in his body.

At this time, it was already night, and as soon as the morning dawned, it was the last day of this sand fighting conference, and the monks who had been dormant for a long time were about to start working.

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"Ahh

Bang... After a scream, the monk in front of him was knocked to the ground by a small whirlwind, and then he was caught in it and fell down, losing half his life.

Chu Miao didn't go up to make up for the knife, the more the meeting came to the end, the more measured everyone became, especially the local monks, who seemed to have a tacit understanding with each other, and they would no longer shoot if they were injured at most.

Normally, the monk who is injured will be swept away by the sand and dust in just two breaths, and whether he dies or not depends on luck.

In the end, the rest were all the consummation of the Dan, and at this time there were only ten people left, except for Chu Miao and the other two male cultivators, the remaining seven were all local monks.

Once again, the battle was chaotic, and finally seven more people were wounded, and the dust and sand quickly blew them away.

What is surprising is that the last three winners of this victory turned out to be foreign monks.