Chapter 785: The Stranger (Page 1/1)

In the desert of the Western Regions, the golden sand is endless, and the scorching sun bakes the earth like a furnace.

Occasionally, a strong dry wind blew through a white skeleton under the golden sand, the bones of a human and a beast, and a young man in cloth walked slowly on the golden sand, and he would always take an extra step to bypass when the bones stood in the way.

The cloth on his body is half-old and not new, and some places have been washed white, but he still looks handsome on him; his face is still very young, not good-looking or ugly, ordinary appearance, but the depth of his eyes is engraved with his not ordinary past.

The sleeve of the boy's right hand was empty, and one of his right arms was broken at the shoulder.

A man with a broken hand cannot become a swordsman, but he is an exception, and when the ordinary iron sword is held in his left hand, it makes people feel cold, as if it has become a sword that sharpens iron like clay.

It was already winter, and the temperature difference between day and night in the desert was very great, and the sun was like fire during the day, but it was cold like ice at night, and whether it was cold or scorching, the one-armed boy only wore this thin cloth coat.

Now, the furnace-like sun made his forehead covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, but there was still no expression on his face, only the incomparable perseverance in his eyes, and his waist was straight, and that kind of temperament seemed to be unable to crush him even if the sky fell.

As he went, he saw a few more white bones, some of them close to the carcasses of horses, the remains of horse bandits in the desert, most of whom had only one wound.

Cuts.

The wound of the Bloody Bone Knife, as soon as the knife fell, the person was split in half.

And the reason why this desert has completely become a dead place is not only because of this knife, but also because of the person who holds the knife, the great demon Cao Yunjiao.

Great Demon, even Wei Qinghong, the leader of the Holy Fire Sect at his peak, had never had such a title again, but Cao Yunjiao was alone, and he killed this name with a single sword.

The difference is that Wei Qinghong fought in the north and south for the sake of the Holy Fire Sect's grand hegemony, and his subordinates were inevitably full of corpses, but Cao Yunjiao never asked the reason for killing people, only looked at his mood.

His mood is sometimes good and bad, and whether he is in a good mood or a bad mood, he likes to kill, as if he was born to come to this world to kill.

Now, the horse bandits and rogues in the desert are almost dead, the Holy Fire cultists are suppressed and dare not show their heads, and the people of the surrounding countries do not dare to set foot in this area easily.

In the past, when Cao Yunjiao first came out of the customs, there were merchants who were blinded by the desire for profit and did not hesitate to take risks under the escort of the armies of the surrounding small countries, but since three months ago, the well-trained eight thousand iron horsemen of the Star Clan Country were killed by Cao Yunjiao in the desert, no one dared to take risks, even the surrounding countries that could mobilize thousands of troops did not dare to enter the desert, and could only pray that the big devil would not enter his territory to find trouble.

The big states still don't dare, and it is even more impossible to go deep alone, but this one-armed boy just came.

He came without hesitation, so the people in the Crescent Inn were particularly surprised when they saw him.

Yes, there is a crescent inn in the ancient city of Loulan, but also a crescent inn in the depths of the desert.

This is a village in the depths of the desert, and many people in the village have moved from the ancient city of Loulan; when the ancient city of Loulan was a rare rich place around the desert, merchants came and went, extending in all directions, and Cao Yunjiao certainly would not let it go; as early as half a year ago, he carried a bloody knife and washed the ancient city in blood, and the people who survived the city either fled to the surrounding countries or fled to Guanzhong; only some old people and orphans were nostalgic for their homeland and did not want to go to Guanzhong, but they were not accepted by the other countries, so they could only escape into the depths of this desert through some suffering.

The Crescent Inn has also moved here.

The desert was vast and golden, and the figure of a one-armed boy approached slowly; at first only one or two people saw him, but when he approached, the fence of the stockade was already full of people, and several old men and children with a little bit of courage had their hands pressed on the trebuchet.

In order to prevent Cao Yunjiao, the vicinity of the village was full of traps, trebuchets were also placed in the village, and there were many soft bows that could be pulled by the elderly and children. Although they knew that these things couldn't prevent Cao Yunjiao at all, the eight thousand iron horsemen of the Star Country were equipped with hard bows and fast horses, iron armor and chains, and even their iron hooves couldn't withstand Cao Yunjiao's blood and bone knives, not to mention these old bones and these tattered trap equipment?

Now they aimed their trebuchets and soft bows at the one-armed boy who was walking step by step.

The young man turned a blind eye to their sabre-rattling, and came step by step with his sword in hand, and his own fierceness easily overshadowed them all.

"Stop",

An old man with a rather dignified face glared and shouted: "Don't blame us for being polite if you dare to step forward again",

Unexpectedly, the boy stopped, his eyes indifferently looking straight ahead at them.

The old man obviously didn't expect this loud drink to be effective, he was stunned at first, then reacted, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why did you come here?",

"Why don't you think, come here to find someone",

The boy was plain and authentic.

Why not?

Everyone frowned, the name was very unfamiliar to them.

Some of them are old people, and some are young children, who have never entered the customs in their lives, so naturally they don't know the news of Guanzhong.

The hanging heart was slightly relaxed, but it felt strange, and asked, "Looking for someone in this desert, who are you looking for?"

"Cao Yunjiao",

The boy spat out three words softly.

Everyone's faces changed suddenly.

Cao Yunjiao, just hearing this name made many people's hearts tremble, and they didn't want anyone to go deep into the desert to find him.

"You... Are you a member of the big devil?",

Their hands were again on their bows and arrows.

The boy shook his head and said, "I'll kill him."

He wanted to kill Cao Yunjiao, and the four words that came out of his mouth were simple and plain, but they were like thunder in everyone's ears.

Is this one-armed boy crazy? He went into the desert alone and wanted to kill Cao Yunjiao?

Regardless of whether he is crazy or not, it is better for such a person to be sent away as soon as possible, so as not to let Cao Yunjiao hear about it and come to the door again.

The old man with a dignified face said: "That big devil is not here, if you want to kill him, please go elsewhere, we don't welcome outsiders here",

Why don't you think about it for a moment, and you want to turn around this stockade, but you suddenly hear a person say, "Go somewhere else?"

"The sword pole in the world, the red dust is at the top, a sword comes from the west, three thousand flowers are grateful, why don't you think about the sword and ice river and the hero comes here to kill the demons, you actually let him go elsewhere?

A woman gently pushed away the crowd and walked out of the gate.

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