Windy,

Sada.

In the dark sky, there hung a hazy hairy moon.

The darkness reflects the rude and speechless desert below, which has been silent for thousands of years.

The yellow sand is flying in the sky, the dust is sweeping, and the vast and boundless sand sea, but I hear the sound of wild laughter suddenly coming from the distance, melting into the wind as if turning into a desolate roar, and it seems to have issued a cry of disappointment to this ruthless and unrighteous place.

The frightened mountains are terrifying, and the terrifying sand sea is silent.

How can people be able to defeat heaven and earth?

"Haha~"

The voice came very fast, as fast as thunder.

But it is a person, his face is covered with gray cloth, his hair is swept behind his ears by the momentum of running, a pair of legs strides wildly, and his feet jump vertically, like a mandrill and a wild ape, so fast that it is difficult to see his legs, and there is only a phantom under his body that keeps staggering.

It was too fast, so fast that the pants were stretched open by the stretched and bulging muscles under the eruption, the cloth was torn, and between running, the legs were tense and tight, like a rock that had been built, like an arrow changing between pulling and disconnecting the string, tight and orderly.

Like an antelope running away on the desert, it is faster than ordinary people know, this is the limit of human flesh.

However, the antelope is often on the run before it explodes at an astonishing speed between life and death, so what about him.

He suddenly stopped running, he wasn't running away in the first place, and it was impossible for him to spend all his physical strength on this hurried run.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves was near.

The sound of arrows breaking off the strings was swishing at the back of his head.

He suddenly stopped laughing, and the straight momentum under his feet turned sharply, and he turned an arc, and his body leaned down, as if he was running wildly against the desert, and turned around to change his momentum, and the sand and dust were everywhere, and the man had dodged those arrows, how fast.

He seemed to be about to fall, but there seemed to be an invisible hand under him, supporting his leaning body, turning an arc on the sand, turning the direction, and rushing towards the cavalry behind him.

"Whew!"

Under the gray cloth, there seemed to be a heavy gasp.

At this turn, a pair of bright eyes lit up in the dark night, and a narrow and incomparably long blade edge lit up, like an arc moon, the blade was black, the blade was shiny, and the tip of the knife seemed to be immersed in the sand, bringing out a shallow mark that was close in an instant.

Finally, he fell.

Before the fall arrived, the half-leaning and half-inclined body finally fell into the yellow sand, tumbling over, and the sand and gravel flew up immediately, although the cuffs and trouser legs were tied tightly, and the ties were firm, but this roll, there were still many gravel along the rough stitches between his clothes.

His running momentum was already fast, and the other party was chasing more urgently, and the two clashed against each other, but they met in an instant, just like a stone blocking the way in front of the torrent, but I don't know whether the torrent was washed away or the boulder was crushed.

As soon as the tumbling body stopped, Su Qing squatted and knelt on the sand sea, stabilized his body, his left hand had buckled to the handle of the knife in his right hand, and his pupils trembled.

"Pour it to us!"

There was a thunderclap of applause, and the knife in his hand had been slashed horizontally by him to the foreleg of a fast horse in front of him.

With a sad roar, the two horses' hooves were immediately broken, the horse's blood was spilled, the horse's body suddenly fell, the forward momentum was not stopped, the neck was broken and turned over, the person on the horse's back rolled to the ground, and before he could stand up, he was stoned to death on the spot by the turned over horse's body.

Both men and horses died.

But after a ride, there were still dozens of horses' hooves trampling towards Su Qing, and the momentum of a horse rushing forward was like a thousand pounds, even if his martial arts were high, he would not dare to confront him head-on, and if he fell into it, he would inevitably be trampled to death by the hooves, and if he hit it, he would break his tendons and fractures.

A horse overturned, and a few fast horses behind him did not have time to close the momentum and collided together, for a time people turned over on their backs, the torrent scattered, and the cavalry scattered one after another, divided into five groups, wanting to surround into a circle.

In the chaos, Su Qing's eyes tightened, and he saw a man standing up and stepping towards him with his hooves raised.

"Look for death!"

"Poof!"

Su Qing slashed with a knife, the muscles and flesh on his legs suddenly tightened like a string, kicked under his feet, the muscles trembled, and while jumping up, he twisted his wrists with both hands and carried the knife, from the bottom to the top, and made a knife with all his might.

And the horse that stood up in front of him suddenly stopped neighing, and the people on horseback did not move, and the next moment, a blood stain appeared, and the blood mist was like a blowout, scattering blood in all directions in the turbulent and flying yellow sand, and a man and a horse, which were divided in half, turned into two pieces of meat, and fell to both sides.

But before Su Qing could drop the knife, he saw another horse crashing straight over, hitting him in the chest, and the whole person immediately flew out upside down, clinging to the sea of sand, sliding out of a distance.

There was a muffled sound.

"Hmm...... Wow......"

A mouthful of reverse blood dyed the face towel into an inky color.

He didn't have time to catch his breath, and Guy shot more than a dozen crossbow arrows, kicked down, and the whole person slipped out against the sand, and while avoiding the crossbow arrows, he turned over and jumped, and with the help of a somersault, the man threw himself at the overturned cavalry.

can listen to the "whoosh" in all directions, breaking the air, and the sound is endless.

The heart was "not good", Su Qing didn't care about killing, so he hid first.

It turned out that the separated men and horses had formed a circle, and I don't know how it destroyed humanity, and the arrows were shot indiscriminately, and not only him, but also their comrades, were all covered in the rain of arrows.

Under the screams, the four of them were shot by their own people as soon as they got on the horse, and they couldn't die anymore, and even the horse had a lot of arrows stuck in it.

He cursed in his heart, what a group of inhumane beasts, he hurriedly shrank under the belly of several horses, as if sensing his intentions, the sound of arrows breaking through the air outside is really endless, presumably to shoot this horse to death.

"Whoosh-"

The four horses fell to the ground one after another in the midst of a grief in a blink of an eye, killing one after another, Su Qing carefully hid his body, slowly closed his breath, thinking about pretending to be dead to let the other party approach.

But the abacus failed, these people were not only extremely shrewd, but also cunning as foxes, still shooting arrows at several corpses, constantly changing directions, and shooting directly at several horses like hedgehogs, their intestines were rotten, and they were miserable.

Su Qing was cold, stuck in a pool of blood, hidden among the corpses, the corpse on his body had long been tattered, and he couldn't tell whether it was horse blood or human blood, it was very salty, if he was not careful, I am afraid that let alone saving people, even he himself would have to stay here, Rao is so, he was also wounded and bloodstained by stray arrows and arrows.

Fortunately, the arrows will finally run out.

The crossbow arrows like a storm of thunder, the arrows finally slowed down, no longer so dense, so urgent.

The situation was already at a critical juncture, Su Qing saw the opportunity, the package pressed by his right hand suddenly shook, and in the dark night, the "buzzing" rose again, and the blood droplets were exposed, like a knife wheel, but instead of picking people's heads, they were spinning, cutting scars on the horses that were in a circle.

The horses are frightened, and their feet are in disarray.

"Whoosh~"

As soon as he showed up, another rain of arrows came.

The military array rushed to kill, after all, it was not something that the martial artists of the rivers and lakes could resist.

Su Qing hurriedly turned over to avoid it, and at the same time withdrew the blood droplets, taking advantage of the other party's scattered formation, he used a knife to throw a tattered corpse beside him into the air, the night was dark, those people only thought it was Su Qing, and shot at the corpse like a crazy arrow, and Su Qing himself took the opportunity to pounce at this time.

The crossbow arrows were repeating crossbows, and although the black cavalry archers were attracted by the corpse, as soon as his front foot came out, there were crossbow arrows on his back foot.

"Fuck you!"

Scolded, Su Qing pulled the fast knife from his back in his left hand, the blade was like flying, even picking and picking, he took a few steps to drive out the knife, and strode towards a cavalryman who was pacifying the horses under the seat.

"Quick, quick, release the arrow!"

Seeing him so fierce, some people hurriedly opened their mouths in fear.

Su Qing's cold eyes swept away, and the long knife in his left hand was thrown out by him in an instant, and the blade of the knife passed through the air, breaking into the man's heart, taking him off the horse, and dying of anger.

At the same time, he dragged his blade horizontally, and his feet were like flying, and he only straddled eight horses on the back of the horse in a circle.

Behind him, eight great heads bounced into the air at the same time, and the eight headless corpses were full of blood gushing in their throats, spurting high.