The shore is a sandy beach, and below the shore is the endless water, and the same is true of the desert, the golden desert divides the earth into two halves, one is the desert and the other is the oasis.

There was another town next to the "Oasis", like a town made of sand, but it was dead silent, there was no sound, and he smelled death.

He was very far away, but when he got closer and closer, he smelled a little smell, very sour and smelly, this smell he was used to, this was the smell of decaying corpses, such a big smell must be dead people, or many dead people.

When I walked in, I found a bunch of officers and soldiers outside the city gate.

He walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Go, go, go, there's nothing to do here, get out of here!" said one of the guards.

"I just want to know what's going on, nothing else," he said. ”

"Can't you see, the people in this city are dead, and we are examining the bodies. ”

"How many people died, please?"

"Go, go, go! It's none of your business, hurry up and let the uncle go away!"

Another guard said, "How many people died?" ”

"What? are all dead?!!!

This city doesn't look big, but it's definitely not small, and it's conservatively estimated that there must be a thousand people in it, and a thousand people are dead?

Somewhat shocked, he asked, "When did this happen?"

At this moment, the guard became impatient and picked up a spear and stabbed at him.

The Sword King keenly dodged the past.

"Yo, you're pretty good at flashing, I think you're a spy, it's probably a gang of people who slaughtered the city, and arrest him. ”

Several guards responded and quickly surrounded him.

He laughed twice and disappeared immediately.

"What about people?"

"Where have the people gone?"

"What the hell?"

The guards were shocked.

"What the hell is it?"

"It's over, we have so much to do with ghosts, will we be evil ghosts at night?"

Of course they didn't see the ghost, but his light skills were to the extreme of mortals, and with the eyesight of these guards, it was normal for them to be able to see him clearly, and there were a few reasons why the guards didn't see him.

In the blink of an eye, he entered their blind spot as quickly as possible, thus avoiding their sight and disappearing.

Of course, this depends on eyesight rather than speed, and fast speed will naturally bring up the wind in the air, which will be noticed, so it is not relying on speed.

That's what it takes to be a master.

He escaped the guards and entered the city by his extraordinary light skills, only to see that the streets were full of corpses, some of these corpses were still intact, some had been separated, some of them seemed to have been slapped in the chest, and some of their bodies seemed to have been burned by flames, in short, they were not the same, and there were some soldiers not far away, surveying the corpses.

The corpse had decayed into disshape, and it looked like it had been dead for some time.

The voice came, "How did these people die?"

One of them said, "Some were struck in the slap, some were wounded by sharp weapons, and some were wounded by blazing flames. ”

"Aren't you talking nonsense! When I'm blind, you just tell me who killed these people?"

The guard panicked and said, "Big... I don't know, my lord. ”

"Wasn't it the Huns?"

"Look at this knife wound, look at this burned place, as we all know, it is not impossible for the Huns to take knives and ride into the city to burn, kill and loot. ”

"But my lord, the Huns must have robbed the grain when they entered the city, but the food in the city was not passive at all, so ....."

"So what?"

"Nothing. ”

"That's not over. ”

"Go, report to the governor, and say that this is the work of the Huns. ”

"Yes!"

The Sword King didn't listen, but instead pulled a corpse into the shadows, and looked closely, the chest was completely shattered, and the chest went down.

The Sword King touched it with his hand, and his body suddenly shook, the degree of fragmentation, the size of the wound, and the distribution of the broken flesh, isn't this the move used by that cultivator?

Could it be that cultivator has been here, and why did he want to kill this killer?

The corpse was as rotten as a dry twig, stiff, and the temperature was high and gave off a pungent smell.

The Sword King didn't want to stay here a lot, just make sure that this was done by that cultivator, this cultivator is likely to come from the other side of the desert, here is the evidence, that person passed through here to kill the people here, and then went to the imperial city, wanting to kill them.

was killed by the eight of them, although the price paid was a bit painful.

It was a memory he didn't want to recall.

He quietly touched away, and quietly returned to the edge of the desert again, what was there on the other side of the desert?

Unbeknownst to him, there were bags of water and some dry food in his package, and he set off to explore the world across the desert.

He took one step at a time, the pace was very slow, the temperature in the desert Gobi during the day was very high, he untied his clothes and left only a white underwear in the clothes, this is a pair of heavenly silk, very dissipative and antipyretic, with strong defense, many times to save his life, but his outer clothes are ordinary clothes.

Having Celestial Silk, he felt that he had a better chance of being able to get out of here.

It's just that the sword on his back is a little heavy, he only has a sword, and this sword has always been behind him, but at this time it is a burden, but he will not discard this sword, as a swordsman, the sword is life, more important than life, he knows this truth.

No matter how tired you are, you can only carry it.

With his sword on his back, he walked to the bottom of a small hill, which was a little bulge and sheltered from a little sun, and when the evening came, he had to find a place to spend the night.

As night fell, he dug a small hole in the mound in the shape of a man.

He didn't know what would happen at night in the desert, he could only prepare for the worst.

As night approached, he took out a bottle of water from the backpack behind him, took a few sips from it, moistened his throat and stomach, and put it in the backpack.

It didn't take long for a hurricane to blow around him, and the temperature dropped with it.

Except for the sound of the wind, he felt the cold.

He took out his clothes and put them on his body, although he can use internal strength to expel the cold, but it does not last, the internal force will always be used up one day, and it is very slow to meditate and recover the internal force, he is afraid that something will happen, and he will not use the internal strength, after all, the internal force is limited, once it is used, he is afraid that he will become addicted, and without internal strength, who knows what will happen here?

The wind continued to hang and gradually became stronger.

Even below the hills, they are almost filled with grains of sand.

I don't know how long it has been, he came out of the sand dunes, patted his body, took off his clothes, and muttered, "No wonder the desert is deserted, and the temperature at night and the storm at night are not inhabitable at all." ”

He took a few sips of water, looked at the sun, pointed in the direction, and continued on his journey.

These few mouthfuls of water are the consumption of his whole day.