The territory of Jiufu is vast, and if someone travels all over the world in one day, they can experience spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Maple, Qing, Liang, Youzhou and other states are snowing heavily in the middle of winter, cold and biting, clouds, Zheng, and Jiannan Prefectures are slow in the spring breeze.

However, in the desert of the extreme west, it is as hot as summer.

Mozhou is located in the Dafeng frontier, separated from the Great Yan Country by the Hanhai, there are many border guards, and many checkpoints block the entire desert.

Whew~~~

In the midst of a strong wind with a heavy heat wave, a caravan trudged through the wind and sand.

The caravan was huge, with hundreds of camels and horses, loaded with goods, food, and fresh water, and most of them were carrying swords and swords, and it was clear that they were all skilled in martial arts.

In the hot wind and sand, they are wrapped in white scarves and veils to block the wind and sand from entering.

Due to the complex terrain of Mozhou, the imperial court can rarely reach it, and the extremely high profits of the transaction between Dafeng and Dayan have bred many horse bandits and thieves in this harsh environment.

But all the merchants are walking in groups, and the individual small merchants are often buried by this wind and sand, and they don't know whether they are swallowed by heaven and earth, or swallowed by people's hearts.

"Brother Zhao, this wind and sand is very big, isn't there going to be a storm?"

A tall man with a long heavy knife on his back walked up to the front and asked an old man.

The old man was emaciated, wearing a gray gown, and his face without a scarf had a hint of yellow.

The old man's name is Zhao Mulian, and he is the leader of this temporary combination of caravans, and everyone is convinced that he has walked the old rivers and lakes in Mozhou for decades.

Hearing this, he looked at the sky and shook his head slightly:

"Although the wind and sand are not small, it does not look like a storm is coming from the sky....... But just in case, you still have to be careful, calculate the distance, there should be an inn ahead, get there, just rest for the night. ”

Zhao Mulian's heart was filled with a trace of sorrow.

In the past year, Mozhou has not been peaceful, it is said that it has something to do with the battle between the two big men in the rivers and lakes, and many martial arts people have entered Mozhou.

Although these martial arts people have killed a lot of sand bandits, they are also extremely dangerous existences.

"It's okay, I've been gone all these days, my nose and eyes are full of sand, and it's time to take a break."

The big man's face softened.

Although he has internal strength, he is also a little tired after walking in the wind and sand for many days.

"Lao Wang, you tell you to go down, don't panic when you get to the inn, although the life of the Hanlong Inn is not very good, as long as the silver is enough, there will be no big problems."

Zhao Mulian commanded again:

"Remember, when you get there, don't make trouble, in recent days, Mozhou is not peaceful."

"Don't worry."

Wang Chang responded with a smile, he had also walked on this road several times, so naturally he would not understand anything.

"After this trip, I will settle in Dayan, and I will never take the Mozhou business road again, I hope this road is peaceful."

Zhao Mulian sighed deeply.

There is no safety in Mozhou Business Road, even if you walk ten times and a hundred times, it will not be too different from the first time.

Compared with the harsh environment, the most terrifying thing is people.

Of course, he is an old man, but he doesn't necessarily have the bottom in his heart.

Whew~~~

After walking for a short time, suddenly, his face changed, and the camels around him began to stir.

"Haha! Little cubs, stop it! ”

Suddenly, a loud shout rolled through the wind and sand, and the sound waves were grand, and in an instant, the entire caravan was boiling.

Zhao Mulian's face changed.

I saw that the wind and sand were rolling not far away, and a group of people came across the horses, splashing the sand and dust, the speed was extremely fast, and between the echoes of the voice, it was already like a fan in front of the entire caravan.

The group of people were all riding tall horses, carrying Senhan scimitars, and the person at the head was a bald and burly man.

In the wind and sand, the naked upper body full of scars, at a glance, only feel murderous.

"Seventy thieves chasing the wind!"

"It's a horse thief, it's a horse thief!"

"Seventy thieves chasing the wind, oh my God, how did you run into them?"

The whole caravan boiled at once, and everyone drew their swords as if they were facing a great enemy.

Horse bandits are all over the place in Mozhou, and the seventy thieves chasing the wind are among the famous horse thieves, according to legend, they are ferocious by nature, have no fixed place, wander in the Hanhai all day long, but where they encounter the horse team, almost no can escape.

Even if you hand over all the goods, you will be tortured and killed, and you will not leave until you are satisfied.

Other horse thieves only want money, but this horse thief not only wants money, but also lives!

That's why they're panicking.

"Hahaha! It's funny how funny these idiots are drawing their knives! ”

There was a loud laugh from among the horse thieves.

Soon, the horse thieves had gathered around them, and their number was no more than a quarter of the caravan, but the whole caravan was full of panic.

"It turned out to be Leader Wei!"

Zhao Mulian stood at the forefront, and when he saw someone, his face was also gloomy.

"I know Lao Tzu, and I don't hand over all the money and goods!"

The bald man's scimitar grazed his scalp, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"Delusion! You're just a few dozen of you, and you're really fighting, I don't know who is dead or who is alive! ”

Someone couldn't help but shout, drew a knife and urged the horse forward:

"Brothers, fight with them!"

"It's bold."

The bald man smirked.

"Leader Wei, don't do it!"

Zhao Mulian's face changed drastically, and he immediately wanted to stop it, but where was the time?

I saw that the bald man had a cruel smile, and he had already crossed the horse, and the scimitar waved a knife light that seemed to be practiced, and swept through the wind and sand.

He cut the man who spoke in two, even with a knife.

Bloody air rose to the sky.

The bald man sat down and stood up: "Little cubs, if you know what is wrong, immediately kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, grandpa is happy, maybe you can still live!" ”

"Ahh Damn you! ”

Wang Chang roared angrily and was about to draw his knife, but was grabbed by Zhao Mulian.

"Leader Wei!"

Zhao Mulian's face twitched: "Our trip with gold and silver plus goods, camels and horses, to say the least, has 13,000 taels of silver, if you want, we can give it all to you!" ”

In the sound of Wang Chang and others stopping, Zhao Mulian gritted his teeth and said: "However, you can't kill anyone, otherwise, we will fight with you to the death!" ”

In the last sentence, Zhao Mulian urged his efforts, and shook the wind and sand, causing some of the horse thieves to change their faces.

He has been walking in Mozhou for decades, although he is not famous, his kung fu is not weak.

"It turns out that there are masters."

The bald man's face also changed slightly, but in an instant, he killed a cold smile:

"But what are you, you dare to bargain with grandpa!"

"Hahaha!"

The bald man urged his horse forward, and the scimitar was raised, and it shimmered in the scorching sunlight and flowed down:

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

With an order, dozens of high-headed horses moved in unison, and dozens of horse thieves drew their swords out of their sheaths in unison, wielding a piece of sword light like a forest.

Flood the entire caravan at once.

"Fight! Fight with them! ”

Zhao Mulian saw the bloody spirit in the wind and sand, his eyes were red immediately, and he pushed Wang Chang away:

"Brother Wang, take the wind and leave quickly!"

After an angry shout, he pounced on his fit, and the two short knives on his cuffs swung out a piece of knife light, meeting the bald man who crossed the horse and wielded the knife.

"Brother Zhao!"

That Wang Chang's eyes were split, and he couldn't wait to draw his sword and rush to kill.

But he gritted his teeth, turned around and lifted up a crying child in the camel caravan, and one of them burst out, and was slashed and knocked off the horse, and rode away wildly.

"There's a kind of old thing!"

The bald man swung his scimitar, cut through the knife light from the pavement, and fought with Zhao Mulian.

His martial arts are much higher than that Zhao Mulian, even if Zhao Mulian is desperate, after more than ten moves, he still cut off his arm with one sword.

With another knife, the head was thrown away, and blood was sprinkled in the yellow sand.

The bald man wiped the blood on his face, looked at Wang Chang running in the desert with a cruel smile, and roared angrily:

"Not a single one can escape!"

Escape!

Escape!

Wang Chang's blood-stained red shirt ran towards the Hanlong Inn in the distance against the wind and sand.

He knew that in this desert that was inaccessible, only in those inns would there be people, and they would have a chance to escape.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! ”

In Wang Chang's arms, Zhao Tianfeng cried again and again.

In the wind and sand on the pavement, Wang Chang's body suddenly shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

As soon as Zhao Tianfeng's crying stopped, he saw an arrow piercing Wang Chang's chest:

"Uncle Wang!"

"Tianfeng, you hold on to the reins, hold on, hold on!"

Wang Chang's face trembled in pain, and after a word of warning, he jumped off the horse with a sudden leap.

In mid-air, he drew his knife and slashed down with a thick-backed long knife in the wind, knocking down a horse bandit who was chasing him to the ground.

With a borrowing force on top of the horse, the whole person pounced on the bald man who had just put down his bow and arrows!

"How daring!"

The bald man slapped his horse forward, and the snow-white sword light slashed sideways like a crescent moon, cutting off half of Wang Chang's body.

But in the next moment, his complexion changed.

I saw that Wang Chang was seriously injured, but he still pounced and hit him.

Nearly knocked him to the ground.

"Dog thing!"

With a force, he pulled Wang Chang off and glanced at the child on the horse in front of him.

With a roar, he slapped his horse and chased after him.

His horses were much better than those of other horse thieves, even though they were a lot behind, but they still caught up with Zhao Tianfeng who was running away on horseback in a moment.

Just as he bent his bow and arrows, trying to shoot the little cub to death on the spot.

His complexion changed suddenly.

I saw that in the scorching light of the Han Sea, a person paced in the wind and sand, slowly coming.

His eyes were always very good, otherwise he would not have been able to see these caravans from a distance through the wind and sand, and at this time, he looked carefully.

The man was dressed in a green shirt and a hat, and he was alone, without a sword or a sword.

What chilled his heart was that the man was pacing in the swaying light, but there was no shadow around him!

"Who is this?"

The bald man felt a chill in his heart.

I saw that under the hat, an indifferent light rose up.

Rumble!

It was like a heavy hammer falling from the sky, and the bald man only had time to let out a scream, and the whole head exploded.