The nameless desert north of the Western Regions is a place where no grass grows, and people are extremely inaccessible. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe golden sand refracts illusory light and wraps around the endless desert.

Looking at it from afar, it is like a hazy mist, with an illusory jumping temperature, swaying and shining.

Vaguely, there were two people standing in the sand, two or three meters apart, standing face to face, their illusory figures swaying slightly with the scorching light.

The remnant sun gradually sank in the west, but the scorching temperature did not decrease in the slightest.

Duan Chengcheng closed her dry lips tightly, the scorching air almost suffocated her, and every time she breathed, it was like sucking a flame into her internal organs. The sword wounds in more than a dozen places on the body were secretly oozing blood, and the underwear and sweat were wrapped together with the blood, sticky and greasy on the body.

Blood flowed quietly down the body, drop after drop fell into the sand along the corner of the clothes, and was frantically sucked by the hot sand.

She didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and all the wounds seemed to be covered with a layer of anesthetic, and her whole body was anesthetized. The other party's knife was smeared with strange poison, and it was already a miracle that she could still stand at this moment......

The palm of her left hand curled slightly downward, and a round of knives shaped like a crescent moon swirled between the palm and the ground, rolling up the tiny grains of sand on the ground to form a small pillar of wind.

This knife does not have a handle that can be started, it is shaped like a half moon, about two feet long, the blade is engraved with yin and yang totems, the blade is round and thin, and the silver white is like snow. Such a strange weapon, but it gently rotated between her palms, with ease, with a silvery white and cold light.

Duan Qingcheng held a pair of cold eyes and stared at the white-eyed old man opposite, although at this moment, the old man opposite did not make any moves, but she still did not dare to relax her vigilance. Her internal strength was running out, and the knife in her hand gradually slowed down.

The white-eyed old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs weakened and knelt on the ground, but in an instant, the aura condensed around him scattered and became invisible, becoming like a gossamer.

"Ahem...... Geyue Knife really lives up to its name. That Buro grinned evilly, just now, his heart had been cut off by the other party, and he didn't have much time left.

"Nabro, you're defeated." Duan Qingcheng hooked the corners of his lips indifferently, did not put away the knife, and looked at Naburo with contempt in his eyes.

Naburo shook his head with a dying breath, but he still smiled weirdly, "I didn't expect that my Buro has been crisscrossing the Western Regions for decades, and today he was defeated in the hands of a hairy child, Situ Yuntian really raised a good dog......"

Her eyebrows twisted, a flash of displeasure flashed in her heart, and the knife in her hand was groaning.

"If you hand over the Buddha's bone relics, I won't kill you."

"Buddha bone relics?" Na Buluo was slightly stunned, then laughed, and said, "It's not enough for him Situ Yuntian to dominate the martial arts, and he still wants to live forever?" Daydreaming! ”

"So, you don't want to hand it over." Duan Qingcheng looked at the strange old man in front of him with a numb expression, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

Nabro, who looked calm, pulled the corners of his mouth, and saw a wisp of black smoke quickly rise from his fingertips, fluttering in the wind, and in an instant, it burrowed into his ears.

"If you want to kill me, it's not your turn to do it...... "Nablo finished speaking, revealing an even more strange smile, and his face turned from white to black.

Duan Chengcheng's face sank, and he quickly put the knife in his palm into the half-moon knife box behind him. She stepped forward a few steps and stretched out her right hand to probe Naburo's pulse, but unfortunately, he was already dead of anger.

Committed suicide?

She was slightly stunned, and stood in place, staring at the dead Nabro for a long time, and then crouched down, carefully rummaging for something on him. A moment later, she rummaged through a delicate brocade box from Nabro's body. When I opened it, I saw a jade in the shape of a phalanx lying in it, in the afterglow of the remnant sun, it was like snow, shimmering with a lustrous halo.

She put on the brocade box and looked at the corpse of Naburo, a sarcastic sneer on her lips. I didn't expect that Nabro, the owner of the Posa Sect, who had always been cunning and cunning, would bring such an important thing with him......

It seems that he is really old and confused.

The remnant sun fell, leaving only a glimmer of glow in the sky, illuminating an illusory red. The hot wind blew up tiny grains of sand, fluttering in the vast sky, and the sound of whimpering was like the cry of a ghost.

She staggered in the desert, gradually fading away towards the glow, wearing a black cicada dress to hide more than a dozen scars on her body. The dried blood stains remained in the corners of the clothes, stirred by the breeze, raising a trace of salty blood, lingering in the desert where no one had left......

Zephyr Inn

No one knows how this inn was built on top of the vast desert. Twenty years ago, when people passed through this desert, it already existed.

The inn is built in a barren and remote place, which is also the most dangerous place. Every year when a sandstorm comes, the inn is the only place where merchants can escape the disaster.

Here is the only way to go back and forth between the Western Regions and the Central Plains, the long yellow sand stretches for thousands of miles, and there is no end in sight. And there is only one inn that can survive in such a desolate place.

Caravans or travelers, swordsmen or princes and nobles, would choose to settle down at the inn before dark. Therefore, a small West Wind Inn has inevitably become a mixed place.

It was noon, and the sun in the sky was scorching, and with a "squeak", the door of the inn was pushed open. A brightly dressed middle-aged woman with a fairly feminine appearance walked over, carrying a broken bag in one hand and dragging a person behind her.

The man behind her was dressed in tatters, no different from a beggar, but looking at his appearance, he was a young and handsome man.

Shen Yu looked aggrieved and was dragged out of the door by Feng Sanniang all the way, until he was dragged under the big sun, and she let go.

Feng Sanniang pushed Shen Yu with great disgust, and threw the worthless broken burden over, just as Shen Yu caught it.

"Hurry up, I don't have money and I still want to live in the hotel, are you trying to bully me Feng Sanniang is just a woman?" Feng Sanniang pinched Xiaoman's waist with both hands, and her apricot eyes were wide open.

Although she has entered middle age, she still has charm, and a beautiful face collapses tightly, as if she has endless grievances.

Shen Yujunxiu's face was half covered by messy hair, and at this moment, he was already full of bitterness, and he stepped forward like a flattering person, and pulled Feng Sanniang's clothes, "Sanniang, don't be so ruthless, you just let me stay for a few more days, just a few days......"

"Don't you think about pouring ecstasy soup on my mother, when my silver is blown by the wind? I have lived for half a month for nothing, but I haven't seen you pay a penny, in short, hurry up, don't let the old lady see you again......" Feng Sanniang let go of his hand in disgust, didn't bother to look at him again, and blindly raised his hand to block the sun.

The sun is poisonous outside, and she is afraid of the sun.

"Didn't I say that I wouldn't pay the money, and let me stay for a few more days, wouldn't it be over when the time comes? Sanniang, you are too careful......" Shen Yu saw that it was not good, and he began to play rogue tricks again.

"Am I careful?" Feng Sanniang glared at Shen Yu and nodded expressionlessly, "Okay, since that's the case, wait until you pay off the first half of the month's room before coming to me......"

As she spoke, she turned around and entered the inn door while Shen Yu was not paying attention. only heard the sound of "bang", and the door of the inn was tightly closed by her. When it was over, she was still lying in the crack of the door and looking out, for fear that the stinky and shameless one would come with her.

Shen Yu looked at Feng Sanniang's rapidly disappearing back in a daze, and then looked up at the vicious sun, and suddenly couldn't cry or laugh. When the tiger fell to Pingyang, he has no place to live now, on the vast desert, even if he is not starved to death, he will be sunburned into a dried corpse.

It seems that his worthless life is about to be in danger......

He had no choice but to put the burden on his shoulders, and looked at the barren desert, the scorching sun was like fire, as if it could roast people at any time, and in less than a moment, people were already sweating like rain.

Let's go, he shook his head. If you don't leave, you'll be roasted to death here.

He turned around with his head shut, but he hit a person hard, stumbling under his feet, and his body was not stable, so he lay directly on the sand.

He turned over from the ground in a daze, remembering that he had just been kicked out of the inn, and at this moment he was almost knocked off by someone for some reason, and suddenly he had no good temper.

"Hurry up to reincarnate, can you afford to accompany you if you hurt the master......" he roared, completely a ruffian hooligan trying to play tricks.

But half a moment passed, and the person on the other side still didn't squeak. Only then did he carefully look at the person in front of him, the sun was very dazzling, and he raised his hand to block the light.

Vaguely, I only saw a person in a black cicada robe standing there, unable to see his appearance clearly, motionless.

It seemed that he was completely indifferent to what he had just said.

Shen Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he took a few steps forward. Immediately after, I smelled a strong smell of blood. Moreover, there was an inexplicable coldness around that person, which made the hearts of those who approached involuntarily chill.

"What about you, you bumped into someone, can't you even say a word to people?" He didn't restrain his arrogant tone, he didn't care if the person in front of him was dangerous or not.

Duan Qingcheng's figure shook slightly, and the sight blocked by the hair on his forehead seemed to be becoming more and more unclear. She walked in the desert for three days with a wound on her body, and she didn't get a drop of water, which was obviously the limit.

She used the last of her strength, staring coldly at the inexplicable man in front of her, pursing her chapped lips, but she didn't speak, and she didn't make any movements.

The sun was hot after noon, and people didn't know why. All she felt was that she seemed to have stood for a long, long time, until everything before her eyes was back to darkness, and she staggered and fell to the ground, and then lost consciousness.