Maybe it's because I've been in the black sandstorm for a little longer, and my eyes are gradually getting used to the darkness; It may also be that the 'monster army' in Luo Guan's mouth itself has a striking color and approaches, and Song Yang vaguely saw something again-blood-colored.

I just saw it, but I didn't see it clearly or recognize it, and the endless darkness in front of me was replaced by a blood-red color, like a blood cloud...... The red clouds formed by the convergence of countless red monsters are not overwhelming, but they are definitely overwhelming.

Overhead, it was still thick and dark, and the oncoming 'that thing' was shocking in scale and staggering, clinging to the ground at a height of about a foot, and flying rapidly.

What kind of thing is that, the body shape is inexplicably weird, some of the outlines of bats, but they are amazingly big, compared to them, Murong Xiaowan looks thin and small, who has ever seen a bat that is even bigger than Xiaowan?

When the other party was closer, Song Yang could see more clearly, not so much that they were flying, but rather 'jumping', like locusts and grasshoppers flying low and vertically: their feet were propped up on the ground, and then their wings were opened, and with the help of the power of the hurricane, they flew forward with the help of the power of the hurricane, and their bodies flew towards the ground close to the ground, as little as more than ten zhang, and twenty or thirty zhang far away, their 'body method' was enough to make any light skill master embarrassed.

It was also because of the approach of the 'red cloud' that Song Yang suddenly felt a tingling pain in his eardrums, and a series of sharp chirps were by no means wavelengths that ordinary people could hear, but because of Song Yang's special ear power, he still caught their calls.

Song Yang tried to concentrate and wanted to take a closer look, but before he could find anything again, it suddenly rained...... Rain of blood.

As Luo Guan just said: Be careful not to splash your blood all at once!

No matter what it was, the Grand Master standing at the head of the line had already shot with all his might, and the sword double kill was extremely powerful, and all the monsters that tried to attack the team from the front were all killed by him, leaving no one behind.

Song Yang was behind Luo Guan, bearing the brunt of the attack, and was directly splashed with blood all over his face, and even a few drops were splashed in his mouth. The storm was so violent that it was almost impossible to breathe through the nose when standing in the wind, and it was necessary to open the mouth to make the breath more powerful and to resist the power of the wind, and it was impossible to swallow a mouthful of sand, and it was not surprising to swallow some blood at the moment.

Stemming from the instinct of the poisoner, Song Yang did not dare to be careless, temporarily shut his mouth and stirred the tip of his tongue, carefully tasting the blood in his mouth, he was afraid that the blood of the monster would be poisonous and would endanger his companions, and as a result, Song Yang was surprised a lot...... The blood was not poisonous, and there was nothing strange about it, on the contrary, he was surprised because the taste of this blood could not be more ordinary and familiar: human blood.

Both cultivating poison and studying medicine, and also doing a lot of work for his uncle for a while, Song Yang's three skills all need the ability to distinguish blood, and Song Yang is very familiar with the taste of human blood.

In the astonishment, Song Yang tasted it carefully, and it was sure that it was human blood. Since it's human blood, it's all people who're flying around in the sandstorm now?

Song Yang still remembered that Prime Minister Right said that the sand people could summon a sandstorm, but the old man didn't say that the sand people could fly, if it weren't for the tense situation, he couldn't move, Song Yang really wanted to run over and ask the old man: Are the sand people you talking about a person or a yaksha?

But then again, is the blood of the Yaksha the same as the blood of humans?

Song Yang suddenly smiled bitterly, he was really convinced, there were still rich brains to think nonsense in such a situation. But in the current situation, what else can he do but think nonsense?

One person, one knife and one bow, when the red monsters swarmed across the border, Luo Guan's reading power was at the forefront.

There is no way back and there is no way to avoid it, among Song Yang and his party, the most ferocious person stepped forward, and one person took all the pressure, it was really like a fast knife, sharp before, and forcibly cut a 'red cloud' in half.

Luo Guan burst out with all his strength, and the sea of blood of one person was monstrous. Three feet to the left and three feet to the right, within the six-foot horizontal area in front of him, I don't think there is a monster that can pass by, and it doesn't hurt to let the others go... The blood cloud was separated from it and swept three feet past Song Yang and the others, although they were very close, they could not launch an attack or pose any threat.

In addition to the blood rain, all the companions hiding behind the great grandmaster did not receive any impact, because of the storm, the monsters in transit were extremely fast, but they also borrowed the wind, so they could not pause on the way, could not turn, and could not sweep over and turn back to kill back, their threat to Song Yang and others was only 'three feet on the left and right': it was this 'six feet' that Luo Guan wanted to guard.

The killer Luo Guan was silent, and the monsters who died under his sword and bow were silent, not even a scream before they were dying, and the originally irritable, annoying but powerful sound of flapping wings was only boundless and hoarse at the moment.

Fighting in silence.

…… Red clouds are far and wide, time has completely lost its concept and has become the most meaningless thing, no one in Song Yang and his party can calculate how long Luo Guan has been holding on, and no one can guess how long Luo Guan can hold on to it.

Unconsciously, Song Yang had turned into a bloody man, and the thick plasma was all over his body flowing down the placket of his clothes and fell to the ground, but just as it dripped down, he was swept away by the wind, and a little scarlet shattered in the sandstorm...... Suddenly, Song Yang seemed to see Luo Guan shake for a moment.

Song Yang instinctively reached out to help, but he was afraid of disturbing Luo Guan, so he held back his movements at the moment when his fingertips could touch the other party's back, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you okay?" ”

Luo Guan responded: "Good can't be better!" His voice was smiling, but his body, which had been rock-solid, shook twice in succession, and even took half a step back.

Song Yang was taken aback, and then calmed down: "You rest for a while, I'll hold on for a while." ”

Luo Guan didn't look back, and laughter came: "You can't do it, you can't hold it." With a low roar, his hind feet suddenly exerted force, and his body leaned forward...... Song Yang could see that Luo Guan was going to snatch back the half step he had just retreated!

It's just half a step, and the usual simple action is now so difficult that it can't be more difficult. The steps taken were extremely slow, and even gave Song Yang a strange illusion: it was not Luo Guan who was slow, but time.

Half a step into pushing the mountain, Luo Guan's body began to tremble slightly, from slow to urgent, and his footsteps never fell.......

If you take half a step back, you can't hold it, so why bother with these three inches of gain and loss? Song Yang didn't understand, but Luo Guan stubbornly insisted.

Maybe it was a cup of tea, maybe it was a half-pillar of incense, and finally, with Luo Guan's low roar again, he finally stepped back into his place, and then the Great Grandmaster laughed loudly, and the two blades rose together, continuing his killing.

There is no end to the army of monsters, there is no end to the fight, the blood completely penetrated Song Yang's clothes, and the dripping blood was constantly swept away by the wind, but there was still some along his body, slowly flowing into his shoes, gradually overflowing.

Stopping at the blood, Song Yang didn't check anything, at this moment he put all his energy on Luo Guan in front of him, as long as the great grandmaster's body shook again, Song Yang would rush forward to replace him.

With his own martial arts, he couldn't hold on to Luo Guan for so long, but at least he could hold on for a moment and let Luo Guan breathe a sigh of relief.

However, after Luo Guan took another half step, the knife and bow in his hand fluttered like flying, more smoothly than just now, and his body did not shake for half a minute, as if he was 'getting better', and occasionally let out a long howl to express his chest when he rose.

Song Yang paid attention to it for a long time, and gradually put his mind at ease. After waiting for a while, seeing Luo Guan's more and more energetic, Song Yang was surprised in his heart, but he couldn't help but repeat: "I'll come, you rest for a while." ”

Luo Guanlang laughed, but what was unexpected, in the next moment, the big tree that seemed to be always tall, always strong, and would always shelter the younger generations of his companions was suddenly uprooted!

Without warning, the Great Grandmaster collapsed, was swept away by the wind in an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye! Song Yang's strain was not unpleasant, but it was still a fraction worse...... He only grabbed the treasure knife spring shirt and the handle of the knife into his hands.

The Grand Master is also a human being. With Luo Guan's cultivation, he can hold on to the impact of monsters for a long time, but it is impossible to last forever.

A whole day of escape, fierce fighting under the rift, not long ago Luo Guan also had an 'operation', although the harm of fish eggs is not great, but the back muscles are injured, and the toxin erosion still has some impact on the body. In fact, it is beyond Luo Guan's own imagination to be able to persist until now.

When the internal strength is exhausted and it is no longer enough to resist the monster; When his body was swept up by the wind and he couldn't hold himself, Luo Guan did one thing with the last of his strength, reaching out to meet Song Yang's outstretched hand...... Stuff the spring shirt into him.

If it weren't for Luo Guan's intention, even if Song Yang grabbed the knife, he would only grasp it on the blade, how could he hold the handle of the knife?

When Luo Guan 'left', the monsters collided head-on, Song Yang didn't have time to cry and be annoyed, he took Luo Guan's knife, and also took the surname of his companion behind him.

The monster army is still the same, the spring shirt and the treasure knife are still the same, the blood rain is still the same, and it seems that nothing has changed in the dark.

It wasn't until this moment that Song Yang really understood what kind of pressure Luo Guan had just beared.

The attacks from the monsters were disorganized and unusually monotonous, and their huge bodies, with the help of the wind and the flying momentum, were wrapped in huge power and crashed head-on, and for those who stood in the way, even if they wanted to, they couldn't dodge.

And Song Yang's side is the same, he can only block, can't hide, the treasure knife in his hand is brilliant, every slash is the most primitive and simple collision, in this fierce battle, what body and knife techniques have become useless, strength is the only reliance.

"Three!"

The first knife was cut, and Song Yang suddenly roared.

Every slash is a desperate bet, it is all Song Yang's full strength, with the sharpness of the sword, with the density of monsters, Song Yang slashed with a knife, and there is more than one surname to kill, and 'three' is the monster he killed with this knife.

He shouted to himself and Luo Guan, and the meaning couldn't be simpler: I sent three lives to accompany you.

The second knife, the second snort: four.

Third Knife: Two.

Fourth Knife ...... Song Yang thought he was crying, but it wasn't until the sound reached his ears that he realized that his voice was hoarse and cracked, more like a wail...... He knew better than anyone that he wouldn't last long.

Not only because the monster is ferocious, but also because of the nosebleed. From the moment he used all his strength to cut the first knife, the nosebleed was long again. When the seventh knife fell, the eye sockets suddenly became moist, and unlike tears, this wetness was mixed with a stickiness; I inexplicably remembered the rumbling noise, if this sound could be reduced by ten thousand times, it would be like the sound of blood flowing; And the throat, bursts of sweetness, as if there was a lot of saliva... What kind of saliva is it?

The seven orifices are bleeding, and it is a sign of death.

Song Yang thought that he would be able to hold out for a few more months, but he overlooked one thing: when Dayan had a nosebleed for the first time, if he was asked to estimate how long he would live, he would definitely feel that it would be okay to live for another few decades...... A strange illness that was completely beyond his imagination, from nosebleeds to dead sleep, he was unaware of it; Now the time from the outbreak of the hidden disease to the complete collapse of the body, how can he estimate it accurately with his common sense?

With the blood radiating out of the body, there is not only strength, but also consciousness.

The last knife was drawn, Song Yang didn't report again, he didn't know that he had slashed and killed a few more monsters, and in a trance, he only felt that his body had been hit hard, and his consciousness was withdrawn, and he didn't know what to do, and the porcelain doll was still behind him...... Everything happened very quickly, the porcelain doll didn't know that Luo Guan was uprooted, but she could feel that Song Yang suddenly moved, and could vaguely hear Song Yang yelling to report the number, since he was shouting, Xie Zimiao helped him remember, a total of thirteen before and after, all the numbers together are thirty-two, and then the porcelain doll suddenly felt that her body was light, and she flew out diagonally with Song Yang, and it seemed that she had hit some monsters, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Xie Zimiao tried to keep herself awake, but her body was not angry, and under the violent impact, the dizziness hit and expanded irrepressibly, like a terrible whirlpool, pulling her and sinking quickly.

The porcelain doll also fainted.

After Luo Guan and Song Yang, Xiao Wan bore the brunt, Xiao Wan insisted on it for a shorter time, and finally, under the violent impact of the stormy waves, the small team was completely crushed...... But the monster army did not stop, and the tide continued to sweep forward.

The rift is wide, and the monsters are not impassable by a single vertical leap, but what is surprising is that when they fly through the rift, they occasionally sink their bodies as usual, and occasionally sink, kick hard in the sea of flowers, and then rush forward, as if their bodies are extremely light, and they can borrow great power from only the delicate flower stalks.

The red monsters flew over the rift valley and through the sea of flowers, and chased towards the south...... There are dogs and horses in the south, and three or four armies chasing the envoys of Nanli before and after.

No matter how fast the horses were, they couldn't outrun the wind, and eventually all the wolves who killed the nearby fell into the Black Sandstorm and fell into the 'Red Cloud'.

The porcelain doll woke up, and was still in a trance for a while, opening her eyes to look around, it was still pitch black, and she couldn't see anything, but there was no terrible wind in her ears, and it was extremely quiet, and she could even hear her own breathing.

Lips are not dry, and if it has just rained, someone has fed them water.

Thinking of the wind, the porcelain doll finally woke up completely, and all the things that happened before came to mind, Xie Zimiao sat up suddenly, but before she got together, her limbs and limbs hurt at the same time, which made her unable to hold back, and fell back to the place with a bang.

Immediately, a soft sound came from not far away, an old, shriveled voice, without a single tone: "Awake? Don't move, just lie down in peace. ”

Xie Zimiao turned his head and looked towards the place where the voice sounded...... The darkness here was different from the black sandstorm, far enough to swallow the five senses, and soon her eyes adjusted, and she vaguely saw not far away, a thin old man, bending over with difficulty, not knowing what to do.

The porcelain doll's eyes lit up: "Lord Ban? ”

The old man snorted, which was a promise, and the sound of Suo Suo kept ringing, followed by the sound of pouring water, and the class had a clay pot in his left hand and a residual bowl in his right hand, and poured half a bowl of water and handed it forward: "Drink water, and then sleep for a while." ”

The taste of the water was salty and astringent, and it was difficult to eat, but Xie Zimiao still drank it and sat up slowly: "What about them?" What about Song Yang? ”

"They're all dead." It was still a toneless answer, plain and bland, which made people's chests suffocating.

The porcelain doll suddenly fell silent, where Song Yang's body was, what happened after she fainted, and she didn't even ask where she was.

She didn't ask, and the class wouldn't say anything, the old and the young sat relatively dry in the dark, not knowing what they were thinking, maybe they didn't think about anything.

Time flies slowly, but it never stops...... Gradually, there was light, from overhead, sunlight. From this, Xie Zimiao also saw clearly that she and Master Ban were in a cave, winding in front of them, and they didn't know where to lead. The walls are pitted, and the roof of the cave is mottled with cracks, so small that it can't even climb into cockroaches, but it's enough to leak sunlight.

It's dawn outside.

Suddenly, there was a clattering sound of the iron gate opening and closing from the front, how could there be an iron gate in the cave? As the porcelain doll could probably guess, this was a prison.

Sure enough, a moment later, a shirtless old man walked in, who looked to be in his seventies, with strange tattoos on his body, dark red complexion, deep-set eyes, and narrow eyes, apparently of a different race, different from the Han, Inurong, Tibetan, and Uighur people.

Although he is an old man, he is tall and tall, and he is not inferior to the big mountain stream in the Nanli Mountains.

The old man of the different race had a key hanging on his waist, and he walked closer with a bowl of black porridge in his hand, and when he saw Xie Zimiao wake up, he seemed to be stunned, but he didn't say anything, put the porridge bowl in his hand in front of the class, turned around and walked out.

The class adults picked up the bowl and ate it, and didn't even let the porcelain doll go.

But not long after, the old man came back and gave Xie Zimiao the same bowl of things.

"It may be a little disgusting at first, but once you get used to it, you will feel okay." After the cell boss left, Master Ban spoke again: "Eat as much as you want, you have been in a coma for four days, and if you don't eat now, you will never have to eat in another day or two." ”

Xie Zimiao hugged his knees, looked at the porridge bowl in front of him, and remained motionless.

Although he was so old that he could die at any time, his appetite was not bad, and he quickly drank up his bowl of porridge, apparently not enough, and licked the side of the bowl carefully until he couldn't lick a bowl clean, and then he couldn't put the bowl down.

Xie Zimiao didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand and pointed to his bowl of porridge, signaling that the old man could come and drink. Unexpectedly, the right prime minister shook his head: "My share will not be shared with others, and I will not drink your share." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly the sound of the iron door in the distance sounded again, and the old man of the cell head walked in and said something to the right prime minister, who could fully understand, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head and returned a barbaric word.

The cell boss became impatient, grabbed the right prime minister, and strode out.

(To be continued)