In the world, there have been great wisdom and power throughout the ages, and they are not unique to the Central Plains. Although the Spring and Autumn Hegemony of the Hundred Schools of Thought can be regarded as shaking the past and the present, it seems that the essence of heaven and earth that has been gathered for hundreds of years has been exhausted. However, in the land outside the fortress, there are still otherworldly cultivators.

They are like the cold stars and cold moon above the sky, cultivating hard in the mountains and rivers and the end of the world, in order to seek the avenue between heaven and earth. Although there are few traces of them in the red dust, their countless legends have been passed down under their fame.

Although the Hun cavalry on the grassland is powerful, in the minds of the people of the Western Regions, there is another force, but it is even more terrifying than them. That is naturally the "Flying Fire" organization that has the responsibility of protecting the Xiongnu royal court.

Since many years ago, the great Xiongnu king gave up the throne and personally established the flying fire, which has been passed down from generation to generation. Thousands of warriors provided an extremely important boost to the expansion of the Xiongnu's power. Therefore, their prestige not only exists in the hearts of the Huns, but also in all the surrounding countries that have suffered from their invasion.

And the leader of the flying fire, Mo Yunbai, known as the "desert god", is recognized as a god-like existence in the legends of the Xiongnu steppe and all the people of the Western Regions.

Although the desert god is famous, not many people have actually seen him. The actual leaders of the Spitfire Warriors have always been a few of his disciples. His role is more like that of a spiritual leader. However, no one doubts that his skills will be just a false name.

There were many strange people who went to the Tianshan Mountains to find the traces of the legendary desert god. This includes the people of the Western Regions, the Donghu people, some powerful secret guards from various countries, and also the Western Fengwei of the Han Dynasty. But no matter whether it is friend or foe, no matter what the purpose is, the final result seems to be a loss of news. In the vast expanse of the Tianshan Mountains, the clouds are deep and I don't know where.

The desert god has become a mysterious legend, and the legend has it that everyone who saw him died. Whether it is true or false, in the eyes of the world, Feihuo and Moyunbai are the last security guarantee of the Xiongnu royal court. As long as the Spitfire does not die, even if the grassland loses temporarily, it will not hurt its vitality after all.

As Yuan Zhao, whose first goal was to completely solve the threat of the Xiongnu steppe, he had naturally heard of Mo Yunbai's reputation very early. Under the fame, there must be a basis! Messages from various sources indicate that this is an extremely powerful figure. He had actually thought of a lot of ways to learn more about this person, but unfortunately, so far, he didn't have much in his hands.

Legend has it that Mo Yunbai has a number of capable disciples under him, and it is his four disciples who control most of the power of Spitfire respectively. During the Han-Hun Henan Campaign outside Yanmen Pass, the eldest disciple Mo Han once visited Yuanzhao, drank a bowl of sake, and brought back a temporary armistice agreement between Han and Hungary with the Yellow River as the boundary.

This person has a bit of a bold spirit in Yuan Zhao's impression. But later, there was a great disciple of the desert god who was good at driving wild beasts, Moha, who wanted to be unfavorable to Yuan Zhao, but he took his own humiliation and died at the hands of their master and apprentice. Regardless of whether it is public or private, it can be said that the two sides have long formed a grudge.

Therefore, today he was suddenly attacked not far from this Tianshan Mountain, and he felt the abnormal aura coming from the mountain pass, the first thought that came to Yuan Zhao's heart was that the desert god Mo Yunbai must be near here.

After Huo Qu was sick and slaughtered the lion, he was caught off guard by the Tianshan Snow Sculpture in the air, but fortunately, Yuan Zhao repelled it in time and was not injured. When he stood up and came to his senses, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. When has she ever suffered such a loss! Rolling a head full of weeds in the grass, especially in front of the Master, told her how to swallow this breath.

"This flat-haired brute, don't run if you have the ability! See if I don't on you! I just let you know how powerful. Hum! ”

She pointed her halberd at the air as she went to get her crossbow and spear. However, at this moment, the eagle owl came whistling again, and the wind and sand from a pair of huge wings were mixed with grass and wood debris, making people unable to open their eyes.

Yuan Zhao calmed down, pulled Huo Quzhi behind him, and swept the red fire sword in her hand in his hand, feeling the fierceness of the pair of iron claws, but he was not panicked. He protected the girl behind him with one hand, and raised the sword with the other, this move is called "Red Fire Flirting Style"!

On the cliff of the mountain pass in the distance, there were five or six figures looking this way. One of them sat cross-legged on the sandy rock, his eyes closed, and the rest were at his side. The man who sat was dressed in a pitch-black robe, with some strange patterns on it, and his white face was beardless, but he couldn't tell how old he was by looking at his face, but his hair was already as white as frost and snow.

It was the tall and thin man standing in front of him who made a long whistle just now. Both of them have the gift of driving wild beasts to their own use. It's just that his brother Moha died in Han a few years ago and did not survive, but this hatred has always been remembered in the heart of his younger brother Moda and has never been forgotten.

There are many birds and beasts that Moda has tamed, but the most powerful of them are the lions of the Western Regions and the snow sculptures of the Tianshan Mountains. Today, when he heard the whereabouts of the enemy, he did not hesitate to bring out the two most proud beasts in his life, because he wanted to kill and injure the lives of the great enemy with their ferocity.

However, I didn't expect that after the lion was released first, it was already killed by the other party before it could hurt people, which was simply vulnerable. This made them frightened and angry, and Moda immediately whistled the snow sculpture into a fierce attack on the enemy.

This kind of large-scale Tianshan snow sculpture is very powerful. When swooping from the air, even beasts like tigers, leopards and wolves can't escape their claws. The iron wings and claws can even capture similar large animals and send them into the air, before throwing them to their deaths on cliffs. This is their unique skill, and it is extremely difficult to guard against and resist.

As the whistling intensified, the snow sculpture's attack intensified. When I looked over from this cliff, I saw that between the flying sand and rocks, the two figures who were attacked were shrouded in a cloud of dust and mist, and they were expected to be either dead or injured.

However, as soon as such a thought turned, I suddenly heard a soft "huh" from the mouth of the snow-haired man who was meditating next to me, with a little surprise, and then his eyes opened a line, shining like a lightning bolt.

A few people around him were about to ask why the master was surprised. Before they could speak, there was already a lot of change. It's just a turn of his head, and Moda can see it clearly, and he can't help but tear his eyes and fill his chest with grief and indignation.

I saw that in the sand and dust flying, when the snow sculpture had just pounced a few feet away from the top of the person's head, a red sword qi rose from the ground, as if a rainbow suddenly arched from the ground, and the majestic and infinite evil qi instantly enveloped everything within a distance of more than ten zhang from the top and bottom, left and right.

In such a powerful qi, not to mention a flesh-and-blood bird, even if it is a real Dapeng Divine Bird, I am afraid it will be difficult to block this sword swing.

I don't know how many creatures have died under the claws of this Tianshan snow sculpture, and these two little humans are nothing at all in the target of this predator. However, in the next moment, this high-flying king of the snow-capped mountains will taste the real bitterness.

Yuan Zhao's sword is aimed at establishing authority. He had already sensed that the enemy in front of him was not good, so he was very strong when he struck. Coupled with the sharpness of the Red Fire Sword, the divine power exerted is simply shocking.

Wherever the sword reaches, those who touch it are all shattered. The Tianshan snow sculpture didn't know how many pieces it had been cut into in the blink of an eye, the feathers flew around, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the severed body was scattered, like a rain of carvings falling in mid-air, falling everywhere.

When the wind and sand dissipated and the dust settled, a few feet away from this blood-stained land, Yuan Zhao took the hand of the girl under the red cloak and gently blew away a carved feather on the blade of the Red Fire Sword, and then he casually glanced in that direction. With a sarcastic tone, the faint words came out of his mouth, but they were incomparably clear and straight into the distance.

"Those who are in the company of others, so are people. Those who are with the beast are also beasts! He didn't dare to fight, but he drove the beasts to hurt people, and the clouds were white, so hiding his head and showing his tail, is it a heroic act? ”

Huo Quzhi was held by him, looking at his side face, his eyes were full of little stars. She kept thinking back to the scene she had just seen, the sword that the master waved casually in his hand was like a rainbow and could not be avoided, if she wanted to reach such a level, I am afraid that she would not be able to practice hard for decades!

The wind blowing from the Tianshan Mountains, the vast and wide, the ice and snow sandbanks, and the special environment formed over thousands of years are precisely the best places for the great cultivators in the world to absorb the essence.

The man known to the world as the god of the desert has not been called by his real name for many years. Since choosing to practice at the peak of the Tianshan Mountains, over the years, his state of mind has improved by leaps and bounds, until he has reached the peak of the realm.

Spring and autumn are easy to grow old, and years are easy to pass by. Not only does the world not remember his age, but even he himself does not remember how many vicissitudes he has seen. The snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains blooms and falls several times, but the ice does not melt all year round, and the thousand lakes are also blue all year round. Only the green silk on the top of his head is gradually snow-white, and it is difficult to recover the style of his prime.

"It's terrifying! At such an age, he is so free and unfathomable. If this is not God's gift, how can it be achieved by man? The Han Dynasty has this person in charge, is it because the sky is going to kill the Huns quickly? ”

Mo Yunbai muttered to himself as he stood up and walked forward. The few disciples who followed around him couldn't help but look at each other in shock when they heard that the Great Desert God had such admiration for the enemy in his tone. There are very few people in this world who can enter the eyes of the Master, but I didn't expect that the Han family kid named Yuan Zhao would be such a powerful figure?

The black long sleeves fluttered, and the hair was like snow, and the wind was blowing. Although there was a cliff a few steps away, Mo Yunbai did not stop. As he walked straight out of the edge of the cliff, the long wind fluttered the sleeves of his robe, fluttering like a fairy. Falling into the air, his body froze slightly, as if he was supported by an invisible force, and he fell step by step, heading straight for this side.

Yuan Zhao smacked his lips, and couldn't help but praise his disciple again and again: "Look at other people's masters...... Oooh! It's just ...... It's so stylish! ”