His man was like iron, his back was straight, and nothing could bring him to his knees.

His sword, like his man, was tough and strong, and nothing could crush it.

His heart is as indestructible as his sword, and nothing can break his faith.

He stood in the middle of the tornado, looking up at the blades of the wind as sharp as knives around him, and the sword, the swarthy heavy sword, had been raised above his head.

This may be the biggest adventure in Han Chuang's life, he must choose between life and death and death, just like drawing lots, no one knows what you will catch, life or death?

His face was easily reminiscent of granite, stubborn and determined, and nothing seemed to shake his heart or twist his expression.

I'm afraid that he has no sorrow or joy, can't laugh, can't cry, and sadness is a shadowless thing. He's meticulously carrying out the Desert Wolf's plan, which is simple: go deep into the center of the whirlwind and use his heavy sword to create a reverse storm.

Well, it looks more like the plot of a strange story, like an exaggerated sentence from a storyteller's mouth, more like an unrealistic thought that flashes through a person's despair.

But Han Chuang trusted the Desert Wolf so much, not for anything else, but for his eyes, his green, wolf-light eyes with sincerity.

Eyes were perhaps the most difficult thing in the world to disguise, and Han Chuang swore that he had never seen such a sincere disguise, and it felt like if he died, the Desert Wolf would not live alone.

Take a deep breath, throw out the waste air in your chest and the mixed thoughts, and reach a simplest state of mind, your mind is empty, as if you don't think about anything.

It's more like a gamble with your life at stake, and the first principle of gambling is that you have to don't think about anything, think too much, but it's easy to lose, lose completely.

With the sword in his hand, Han Chuang's body seemed to be filled with infinite strength, he stood still on his feet, performed the kung fu of a thousand pounds under his feet, held the heavy sword horizontally with both hands, and rotated it with his right foot in a circle.

A red light appeared on the right arm, outlining a mysterious pattern, like a blood-red unicorn, a bloody unicorn.

"Qilin Arm, that's right! It must be Qilin Arm!" Xiao Bai had already shouted frantically, as a demon beast, it was extremely familiar with this figure, except for Qilin, nothing would give it such pressure.

But all this, Han Chuang would not know, he was completely calm in his own world, and the only thought echoing in his mind was - spin, spin, spin again.

Like a gong, he spun wildly, and the heavy sword stirred the air current, creating a violent whirlwind.

A voice shouted, "Faster! faster!"

It's not urging, it's his own heart, it comes from his heart.

I don't know why, this heavy sword, which is usually a little difficult to wield, seems to be a lot lighter at the moment, and it seems to have no weight in my hand.

The cyclone was not too big or violent at first, but as Han Chuang continued to accelerate, it gradually condensed into a violent wind, and the sound of the wind whistled in his ears, with the slightest sound of electric arcing.

He could already feel that he was affecting the tornado outside, and he could already feel the friction of the two air currents, one inside and one outside, and even heard each other's shouts and curses.

This is a war, a war that is more dangerous without swords than with swords.

Inside the cave, the wind howls and sand pours in.

The wolf of the desert stood at the mouth of the cave, fending off the wind and sand. He took off his robe, revealing a body of strong muscles, if Han Chuang was here, he would definitely exclaim, because the back of the Desert Wolf was scarred.

There are traces of whips, slashes and stabs, and unhealed clots of blood that are clearly left by hammer wounds and non-healing holes left by arrow wounds, the image is like a demon's face, which is terrifying.

The Desert Wolf used the black robe as a weapon and waved it, and a wolf shadow appeared behind him, a dark blue wolf, green eyes, and two rows of sharp teeth in a slightly open mouth.

As soon as the martial soul came out, there was a qualitative leap in both speed and strength, but he still looked a little in a hurry.

The reason why you don't use a robe instead of a scimitar, which you are good at, is because the yellow sand is pervasive, and the effect of using a robe is obviously better.

If Han Chuang was here, he would definitely be surprised by the Desert Wolf's knife technique, although he didn't use a knife, but he used a knife technique, the knife technique emphasized one knife and two cuts, while his knife technique was mellow and ruyi.

This may be the most perfect knife in the world, it can only be described as perfect, you can't find any flaws in the knife technique, every move and style operate according to a fixed and mysterious trajectory, just like spring goes to autumn, without the slightest chaos.

Perfect knife intent, incrediblely perfect.

Driven by the perfect sword intent, the desert wolf's knife technique could not be splashed with water, and it was impermeable, which made the man who was originally hiding in the corner and trembling a little calm.

He said to the Desert Wolf, "What's your name?"

There was no response, and just when he thought that there would be no reply, the voice of the desert wolf's flute-like voice suddenly sounded: "Wolf, my name is wolf." ”

The man smiled and said, "Is there still a wolf in this world?"

The Desert Wolf looked at him and said, "I'm the one." ”

The man laughed dryly twice, and then said, "By the way, do you think it's possible for him to let the tornado subside?" his tone was relaxed, but his heart was worried.

Although he doesn't often walk in the desert, he also knows that tornadoes are powerful and can never be matched by man.

The Desert Wolf fell silent, and after a while, he suddenly spoke, "I won't let him die." ”

The man said: "But his success is almost minimal." ”

"No one can always succeed. "But he has a better chance than I do." ”

At this moment, the wind suddenly stopped and stopped abruptly.

No wind stops like this, and if it does, it's a process, and an abrupt stop shows that something is stopping it.

The Desert Wolf put his robe back on, covered his scars, smiled slightly, and said, "See, I said he would succeed." ”

His voice was still calm: "I don't think he will fail, because the wolf's eyes are the sharpest eyes in the world, and I can see things that most people can't see." With that, he walked out.

"Wait!" the man stopped suddenly, "Can you see victory?" His voice trembled and was incredulous.

The voice of the Desert Wolf floated: "You just let me see victory." ”

Of course, the victory cannot be seen, and all that can be seen is the wine after the victory, the celebration wine.

The celebration wine should be drunk with your comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms can not be friends, but they must be brothers, friends will betray you, and brothers will only give their backs to you.

Han Chuang and the Desert Wolf are brothers who can give their backs to each other.

There is only one place in the Karakum Desert where you can buy alcohol, and there is an inn called an inn, and there is an inn that is the name of the inn, and the name is very strange, because the owner of the inn is a strange person, a strange woman, a strange beautiful woman.

Han Chuang originally thought that no one would open an inn in the center of the desert, but this woman named Ye Sanniang opened the inn in the center of the desert, and instead of losing money, she came like a guest.

When Han Chuang and the Wolf of the Desert walked into the inn, there was only one table left, the lone one, which was in stark contrast to the compactness of the other tables.

"Ye Sanniang, come to two jars of wine!"

The Desert Wolf seemed to have entered his own living room, and under the surprised gaze of a group of people, he walked to the lonely table and sat down, and Han Chuang followed and sat down opposite him.

"Are you familiar?" said Han Chuang.

"Well," said the Desert Wolf, "people need a safe haven. ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said with a smile, "This is your safe haven?"

Indeed, the inn is a place where people come and go, and there are not hundreds, but dozens, of course, most of them are boring, and a place where people come and go is not suitable as a safe haven, it is neither peaceful nor safe, it is exposed to the eyes of all, all eyes cross here, and it is impossible to hide any secret here.

So the haven of the Desert Wolf must not be an inn.

A woman's voice rang out, "Do you still know to come back?"

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said softly, "Your trouble is coming." ”

The Desert Wolf chuckled bitterly.

It was indeed his trouble, Ye Sanniang personally held the two jars of wine, walked to the table, and rudely threw the jar on the table.

Thanks to the craftsman who made the jar for not napping, there was nothing wrong with the quality of the jar, it didn't break, it just made two sounds of breaking edges.

The wine came out of the mouth of the altar, and the fragrance was overflowing.

Han Chuang's eyes lit up and said, "Shu wine?"

There is a place called Shu in the southwest region, and the wine from Shu is called Shu wine, and the Shu wine is rich and fragrant, and there is a jade liquid out of the Shu gate.

This is good wine, excellent wine, and it is two jars of Shu wine that are rare in the southeast region, Han Chuang wine insect is very moved, and he can't wait to pour out a bowl to taste immediately.

He didn't move, because a woman's breasts were pressed against the jar. This is an extremely beautiful woman with a very straight chest, a thin waist, a flat lower abdomen, and slender legs.

Ordinary women wrap themselves tightly, but this woman shows her most beautiful side, a cloth skirt, revealing smooth and solid calves.

The wolf said helplessly: "Erniang, there are guests." ”

Han Chuang suddenly realized that she was Ye Sanniang, who the wolf talked the most along the way.

"I know, that's why Uncle Wolf sent wine. Ye Sanniang was laughing, when she smiled, her eyes were charming and beautiful, and the arc at the corner of her mouth was like a crooked moon hanging in the middle of the sky.

When a woman laughs, it doesn't mean that she isn't angry, especially a beautiful woman, the happier she laughs, the more angry she is in her heart.

At this moment, Ye Sanniang was a mess.

The Desert Wolf had left five days earlier, saying that she would meet a friend and would return the same day, and she had prepared good wine and good food to accompany it, and waited for a few guests with swords, and as soon as she entered the inn, she was looking for the Desert Wolf, needless to say, she must be the enemy of the Desert Wolf.

Only the enemy would put a sword around her neck and question her about the whereabouts of the Wolf of the Desert.

She said she didn't know, so they stayed.

Eating and drinking for nothing, he stopped.

At this moment, these swordsmen were staring at the table, with a clear smile on their faces.

Ye Sanniang snorted: "Why did you come back, if you don't know the old lady again, you will die." ”

The Desert Wolf's face changed, and he said, "Someone is looking for you?"

This is not the first time that someone has found Ye Sanniang, but after the last time the Desert Wolf made an exception and swore his sovereignty with a scimitar, no one has found her, at least after killing him, no one will come to the door.

The Wolf of the Desert also thought that no one would come to the door, but unexpectedly, someone would come to the door again.

Ye Sanniang twitched her chin and said, "It's them." ”

The Wolf of the Desert looked in the direction Ye Sanniang pointed, and saw four warriors sitting on a table, each with a sword on their right hand, a sharp sword made of fine iron, and a faint smell of blood condensed on the sword.

The Desert Wolf suddenly laughed, pointed at Han Chuang and said, "Come on, Sanniang, let me introduce you, this is my good brother Han Chuang, if it weren't for him this time, I wouldn't have come." ”

The wolf of the desert is like a different person in front of Ye Sanniang, he was stubborn, cold, and silent before, but now he shows a bold side.

Han Chuang smiled and thought to himself, "I'm afraid she's your haven." ”

At this moment, the sound of several cups falling to the ground sounded.

"Desert wolf, take your life!" four long swords stabbed into the wolf's chest.