In the stinging wind and sand, the only thing that matters is water, and the camels that carry the water are also important, but not as much as the water itself, human beings rely on the oasis to survive the difficult years in the desert, and water is the source of life.

The camel is out of breath, Han Chuang and his party have been walking all day, and the whole day's trek has made the camel panting, and even people are on the verge of physical exhaustion.

Jin Sanfu was already sweating profusely, in fact, when he walked out five hundred meters away, he had already begun to sweat profusely, and at this moment the sweat was almost dry, condensed into scars, covering the surface of the skin.

He opened the water bladder and poured a mouthful of water into his smoking throat, like a spring flowing into a dry well, and suddenly felt every trick in his body feel relaxed, and he couldn't help but moan.

Wei Hongqiong glanced at him with disgust, and muttered, "Can't you just not make a sound?"

The desert is empty, even a small sound can be heard, others can hear it, how could Jin Sanfu not hear it, he could have heard it, but he grinned and replied with a smile: "It's cool enough to have a voice." ”

Everyone laughed, and even the corners of the mouth of Cho Yuan, who had never smiled, were slightly hooked, and suddenly, the laughter stopped, and everyone stared ahead with solemn expressions.

In front of them was a patch of yellow sand, no different from the yellow sand behind them, but they stared at it as if they had seen something important, staring at it.

Han Chuang frowned suddenly, and said in a low voice, "You also heard it?"

Chopping Yuan nodded and said, "The voice of the sword soldier." ”

Wei Zhenye said: "There are often sand thieves in the desert, and it is not surprising to rob and kill the traveling merchants. He pointed to the yellow sand in front of him and said, "Maybe it's just ahead, you can see it over this small hill." ”

Everyone climbed the hill and looked down, only to see two teams of well-dressed warriors fighting between heaven and earth, like two thick clouds between heaven and earth, colliding together.

One is black and the other is white, black shiny, white dazzling.

Wei Zhenye immediately saw the banner held by the black-shirted warrior, which was a very peculiar banner, triangular, black background, and a blood-red color in the center drew a kind of skull.

"It's a black sand thief. Wei Zhenye said.

Everyone fell silent.

The Black Rider Sand Thief is one of the most famous sand thieves in the desert, and is famous not for its greatest strength, but for its most brutal methods.

If the caravan is not entangled and obediently hands over a part of the goods, most of them will let them go, which has also become an established rule in the desert, you call out a quarter or a fifth of the goods, I will let you go, you can pay the errand, I can live.

But the Black Rider Sand Thieves are notoriously unruly, they will not only steal all the goods, but also kill all the people, men, women, and children, as long as they are targeted, there is no chance of escape.

"A bunch of brutes!" Nie Qingqing showed an expression of righteous indignation on his face when he saw a black-clothed warrior holding out a butcher's knife towards a child who was less than ten years old, and he was about to kill.

A hand took his arm, a withered hand, like the branches of the primeval forest that had lived for a long time and was about to be lost.

"Don't move, don't get into trouble. ”

It was Wei Zhenye who spoke, as a superior, naturally there was a way for the superior to think about the problem, in his opinion, the dead are not important, what really matters is that their group of people can walk safely to the center of the desert, the black riding sand thief is undoubtedly a trouble, he doesn't want to cause trouble.

The child was saved by a white-clothed samurai, but he was still crying in fright.

Nie Qingqing looked at Wei Zhenye viciously and shouted, "What do you mean?"

"Tell you not to move. Wei Zhenye said in a deep voice, "Although most of the sand thieves are martial artists in the replenishment period, there are also masters in the transformation period, and in the great desert, as long as they are invincible, they will immediately scatter, you can't kill them at all, and they will be like locusts, constantly coming to disturb you." ”

Wei Zhenye paused, with a sneer on his face: "In my opinion, if we go around from the side, if the black horse sand thieves know how to advance and retreat, they will not do anything to us." ”

"How can you be so cold-blooded. Nie Qingqing stared at Wei Zhenye, her eyes full of contempt.

Wei Zhenye seemed to be blind to this look, smiled slightly, and said: "I often walk on the rivers and lakes, so I naturally understand what is important and what is not important." ”

"Do you mean that human life is not important?" Nie Qingqing looked at the field, the white-clothed warriors had fallen behind, perhaps in terms of strength, they were not weaker than the leaders of the black horse sand thieves, but the number was too small, so they could only stand in a circle and protect the elderly, women and children in the center.

This is the stupidest way of all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are inferior in numbers, and the sand thieves only need to trap them and slowly eat them away to grind them to death, and in the end everyone will die.

The children in the circle also seemed to understand that they were in the Jedi, and many of them cried, one by two, crying in unison, the old people had already understood their situation, knelt on the ground, and prayed to heaven, and all they could do at this moment was to pray, and the women had sharp eyes, each holding a dagger in their hands, but the tip of the knife was not aimed at the enemy, but at their chest, and they would not hesitate to plunge the dagger into their chest once the defense in front of them collapsed.

Not to mention the men who stood in the way to meet the enemy, the number of disadvantages, they tried to narrow the defensive circle as much as possible, and the strength disadvantage relied on the team to make up for it, each of them held a knife in his hand, the knife was aimed at the enemy, his eyes were full of sharp hatred, and the eyes of the sand thieves opposite them flashed with bloodthirsty and crazy light.

The yellow sand was rolling, and the two teams of warriors between heaven and earth, like two invisible beasts, were roaring and biting.

Seeing this scene, Han Chuang sighed and said, "City Lord Wei, I'm sorry, it's not a question of whether or not to cause trouble. ”

The sword was unsheathed and leaped out, and the other four followed him. Even Wei Hongqiong glanced at Wei Zhenye deeply, pulled out the butterfly thorn, and followed behind Han Chuang.

She hated Han Chuang, but at this moment she admired his courage, everyone knew what it meant to get into trouble with a sand thief, but he didn't seem to care at all.

Han Chuang's sword came extremely fast, like a lightning bolt piercing the sky, and immediately slashed the throat of a black-clothed warrior, Nie Qingqing and the others followed closely behind, and also killed into the crowd, the sword light flickered, the sword shadow was permeated, and the five people were like five cold-blooded machines, constantly harvesting the lives of the black horse sand thieves.

There was a cheer in the caravan: "Brothers, someone has come to save us, let's kill it." ”

For a time, the samurai of the caravan were also imposing, and they fought to a draw with the sand pirates.

Among the sand thieves, there was a samurai who was famous for his martial arts, and his strength was about around the late Huayuan period, and when he saw Han Chuang killing ordinary sand thieves like entering a no-man's land, he couldn't help but rush over with his horse and shouted: "Where did the guy come from to spread the wild here, I don't know if we are black horse sand thieves?"

Han Chuang ignored it, and stabbed at him with a sword, and the soft sword was like a white line in the air, piercing his eye socket.

The pair of gilded copper hammers with black backgrounds of the sand thieves saw the soft sword stabbing at him, and with a snort, he urged the copper hammer to block it, but he didn't want Han Chuang's soft sword to accelerate halfway, and it passed through the gap between his two hammers and inserted it into his eyes.

The sand thief was so badly wounded that he fell under his horse before he could scream, and the sand thieves on his left and right saw it, and were astonished, and immediately flew and stabbed at it.

Han Chuang sneered: "I can't help myself!" Before the words fell, his backhand swept away with a sword, and the sword light drew a wonderful arc in the air, like a tumbling white dragon, hiss, slashed the throats of the two, and the two of them suddenly fell off the horse.

When the men of the caravan saw this scene, they couldn't help but applaud in unison, and an old man who was guarded in the center saw this scene with a smile in his eyes.

Han Chuang didn't care, and continued to kill the enemy, to others, this sword may be amazing enough, but for him, it is only an insignificant sword.

Kill two people with a single sword, that's all.

Two fast horses rushed towards him, and immediately two sand thieves held big knives, and they borrowed horsepower to cut Han Chuang under the horse, Nie Qingqing saw it, and said with a smile: "Leave the two of you to me!"

Before the words fell, the short sword turned into a silver light, stabbing at the horse's head, a sand thief was right in front of her, and the backhand was a knife, but seeing the blue light galloping, the coldness suddenly appeared, Nie Qingqing didn't look at the knife, and dodged it directly, and at the same time the left and right swords were linked to two swords, elegant as the wind, swift as thunder, how could these two sand thieves resist such a swordsmanship, the big knife was not withdrawn, it was pierced through the pipa bone, fell off the horse, and was instantly swallowed by the horse's hooves.

Han Chuang shouted hello, and came over to Nie Qingqing's side, the two of them gave each other a cautious look, and then staggered, a soft sword, a short sword, like two swimming dragons, tearing and biting the black giant beast.

The two of them wounded several enemies in a moment, and killed towards the command banner of the black horse sand thief, the so-called shooting man first shot the horse, and the thief captured the king first, there was absolutely no mistake in strategy.

Wei Hongqiong knew the intentions of the two, and also leaned over, resisting the pursuers behind them behind the two, and two butterfly thorns flew left and right in the palms, stabbing people's throats, joints, etc., and cleared a clearing in the blink of an eye.

Jin Sanfu is holding a gold abacus, his fat body protrudes from the left and right, and he doesn't seem to see a stupid posture, just like a dancing bear, every time someone approaches, he will smash it down, and the knife soldier will pass by him, but he can't hurt him at all, this is Jin Sanfu's way of fighting - precise calculation.

Although these four people fought wonderfully, but in terms of the speed of harvesting life, it was far inferior to chopping Yuan, a golden wire big ring knife, coupled with innate strange power, he was like a cold machine harvesting life, out of the knife, out of the knife, every repetition of the action will take away at least one life, no exceptions.

Moreover, heavy weapons have more advantages in the battle formation than cold weapons, Han Chuang and the others still need to find the gap in the armor to stab, but he doesn't care about it, just a knife, and even the armor is split into two sections.

A warrior who did not believe in evil still held his own force, and came to the longitudinal horse to entangle with him, and saw the light of the sword flash, the head of the spear, the head of the man, and the head of the horse, and the three heads were broken into two at the same time.

However, it was said that Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing killed Ling Qi, all the way as if they were in a no-man's land, and they were about to reach under Ling Qi, but there was a step that suddenly came out of the oblique stab, making a pair of meteor hammers, pulling the chain, and with a snort, a flying hammer smashed towards the top of Nie Qingqing's head.

Han Chuang saw it clearly, this flying hammer was by no means an ordinary flying hammer, it weighed at least a hundred catties, coupled with the strength of that person, even Nie Qingqing couldn't take it hard, and shouted at the moment: "Be careful." At the same time, he jumped out, blocking the flying hammer and Nie Qingqing.

Seeing that the flying hammer was about to hit him in the chest, okay Han Chuang, at the critical moment, he cast the Tai Chi Eighteen Sword Style, drawing countless sword circles, overlapping the sword circles, and unloading the power of this flying hammer layer by layer.

Seeing this, the big man sneered and shouted, "It's a bit powerful, enough to fight with me!"

Han Chuang shouted: "Not only can I fight you, but I can also kill you," turned his head to Nie Qingqing and said, "You go and cut off the Lingqi, I'll stop him." Nie Qingqing nodded and continued to move forward.

The man just wanted to intercept it, but was stopped by Han Chuang.

I only heard Han Chuang say: "Your opponent is me." The soft sword bent upwards like a poisonous snake, and the tip of the sword trembled from side to side, making it impossible to distinguish the location of the sword.

Seeing this, the big man suddenly laughed and said, "You have a lot of meaning, it's not enough to break my meteor hammer with a soft sword." ”

I saw him use a meteor hammer with one hammer in one hand, like a double hammer, and the two hammers together, accurately sandwiching the soft sword between them.

Han Chuang's eyes flashed, and he thought: "I don't want this sand thief to have such a master after him, looking at this person's skills, at least he has the peak of Huayuan, and even the level of half-step concentrating, although he didn't use the martial soul, but compared to the martial soul, he is also above the Xuan level, and he is a fierce opponent." ”

Han Chuang was jealous of Dahan, but Dahan who didn't want to was also full of jealousy of Han Chuang, Dahan's original intention was to shatter the soft sword with true qi, but he found that the moment the hammer clamped the soft sword, the force on the hammer disappeared.

He didn't know that this was the magic of devouring the martial soul, but it was a very clever method of unloading, you must know that ordinary methods of unloading require a certain amount of space, even if the Tai Chi Eighteen Sword Style is a clever martial art, it is also necessary to draw a circle on the plane, and it is unheard of like Han Chuang's method of unloading force between square inches.

"It is worthy of being the person that the Great Elder likes, and it is really powerful. Dahan thought so in his heart, but he was not slow in his hand, and the martial spirit appeared behind him, which turned out to be a black tiger.

Seeing this, Jin Sanfu couldn't help but roar: "Li Dazhu be careful, this is the Xuan-level Martial Soul Shadow Demon Tiger." ”

At this moment, I saw the big man laugh fiercely, and the double hammer suddenly twisted.

"Broken Gold!"

A loud cry chiseled into Han Chuang's ears, causing him to have a moment of tinnitus, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the soft sword had been twisted into an extremely twisted shape by two copper hammers.

Fortunately, Han Chuang used a soft sword, if he used a long sword or other weapons, he would have to be destroyed at this moment, but even so, the sword body made a crackling sound, and it was in danger.

Han Chuang hurriedly transported the Devouring Martial Soul, and a whirlpool appeared behind him, devouring the true qi on the hammer with all his might. Seeing this, the man's eyes lit up, like a leopard's eyes, and he only heard him shout: "It's this trick again, I thought you were relying on the hair of unloading just now, but I didn't expect it to be a martial spirit." Look at my trick. ”

Hearing a tiger roar, the tiger shadow merged with the man's body, and the man's body changed suddenly, and his muscles more than doubled.

Pulling the chain, the hammer pressed down like a hill, and everyone in the field was thrilled to watch, and even Nie Qingqing, who was about to kill under the flag gate, couldn't help but exclaim.

A smile appeared on the old man in the center of the caravan, and he said in his heart: "If you want to qualify, first see if you can pass the Tiger level." ”

As soon as his mind fell, his eyes suddenly startled: he couldn't help but shout: "What a subtle swordsmanship." ”

I saw Han Chuang volley up in the air, spun up, pulled his body into the shape of a bow in the air, and with the help of the force of the counter-pull, the blade of the sword stabbed downward.

The man was stunned in his heart, and said secretly: "How did he see my flaws." "It turns out that the only flaw in his move Mount Tai is the top of the head, ordinary warriors are distracted by the momentum, and they can't think of looking for flaws at all; even if some clever warriors want to find flaws, but they have no choice but to dodge and catch the copper hammer; only a very small number of warriors can think of counterattacking, but between the lightning and stone fire, they can find the flaws in his hammer technique, but only this person in front of him.

This is a flaw, an irreparable flaw, the man shook his head, seeing that this sword was stabbed, but the meteor hammer had come out, and it was impossible to take it back, so he could only turn his body sideways and try his best to avoid the vital point.

I only heard a sound, the sword just hit the man's shoulder, and the soft armor of the shoulder pad was pierced by a piece, but fortunately the man dodged quickly, the sword only pierced the shoulder blade, and did not hurt the pipa bone.

He endured the severe pain, swung a hammer with his other hand, forced Han Chuang to retreat, and then glanced at the situation in the field, only to see that the caravan warriors had begun to fight back, and Nie Qingqing and the others had also killed under the flag gate, and sighed at the moment and shouted: "The wind is tight!"

The sound was released in true breath, as if it were exploding in everyone's ears. The black horse sand thief was suppressed, and he had already retreated, and when he heard this voice, he immediately retreated like a tide.

As Wei Zhenye said, when these sand thieves retreated, they scattered in all directions, and there was no way to chase them, and the man first jumped on a dromedary, galloped out, and disappeared on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Han Chuang could only shake his head helplessly.

Shouts of victory resounded in the desert, and the caravan's samurai held their swords aloft, all with the ecstasy of the aftermath of the catastrophe on their faces.

It's also normal, they should have died, but now they are alive.

Seeing this, Han Chuang and the others also nodded with relief.

At this moment, the cheers suddenly stopped, and the white-clothed warriors separated from each other and made way for a passage, only to see a white-bearded old man with a pestle and a cane, walking a little shaky, Shi Shiran walked in front of Han Chuang.

"Thank you, warriors, without you, we would have perished in the desert. The white-bearded old man said loudly.