The yellow sand is long, and I can't see the direction clearly.

"Lu Xing, are you okay?" Tan Jing looked up, as if she wanted to see Lu Xing's figure from the yellow sand.

There was a howling wind in my ears, and even the space was blown out of the sound of Sla.

She held up the barrier of Haoran Qi to block the wind and sand, and wrote the word "disease" in front of her with one hand, but she had already been carried by the wind and sand, how could she be faster than the wind with only a pair of legs.

"Poof," Tan Jing's foot stepped on an empty small sand pit, she fell to the ground, endured the pain in her ankle, and hurriedly wrote the word "doctor" with her right hand.

However, the wind and sand would not wait for her to heal her legs, and the sandstorm arrived from miles away almost instantly, like an abyss demon about to devour Tan Jing.

"Lu Xing, where are you......" Tan Jing looked at the sky with the last of her strength, her Haoran Qi had been exhausted.

Her eyes twitched slightly, and she looked up at the sky, though she couldn't see anything clearly.

And in her bun, a wooden hairpin exudes a faint golden aura, which is a touch of righteousness!

In the dusty sky, a white sword aura slashed through, as if exploring the space below.

The hairpin seemed to sense something, and shot a mighty righteous qi into the sky, and then quietly dimmed.

The white mang in the sky froze, and in just a moment, he rushed in the direction of Haoran righteousness from a few miles away.

"I'm sorry, I'm late......" Lu Xing picked up Tan Jing, who was half of his body in the dust, and didn't care if the sand was on him.

"But, you're still here, my brother Lu Xing......" Tan Jing's voice remembered in Lu Xing's ears, Xu was tired of shouting, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Boom!" It seemed that heaven and earth were in a hurry, and Lu Xing's sword intent soared rapidly, and Shachen did not dare to do everything he could.

The Great Grandmaster of Sword Intent is complete!

Lu Xing looked back at the sweeping sandstorm, there seemed to be two small white swords in his pupils, and the sword intent burst out, crashing into the sandstorm with overwhelming momentum, so that it could not attack in the slightest.

"Jing'er, don't sleep yet, let me teach you a sword move first." Lu Xing said softly in Tan Jing's ear.

He gently lowered Tan Jing's legs to the ground, his right hand and Tan Jing's right hand were clasped together, and the sword fingers of the two were forward in unison, their arms went up, and then fell!

"This sword move, in the future, it will be called Jing'er Sword Technique, so ......" Tan Jing's voice was very small until she couldn't hear it clearly.

The sword light was like a string moon, splitting the sandstorm in front of him without a trace, and the speed did not decrease towards the sand mountain behind it, and it did not stop, and the sand mountain that could not be seen was split in half.

The sword qi still didn't stop until it reached the end of this small world, and the sword qi tore through the enchantment, turning into countless sword lights scattered in the pitch-black void.

The sword qi sounded: "If the heaven and earth here are too difficult for me, then I will cut them with a sword." If you don't believe me, try it! ”

Lu Xing picked up the sleeping Tan Jing on his back, walked in the sandstorm, his lips tightened, and he licked back the spilled blood with his tongue.

Although Jing'er is asleep, by Jing'er's side, I will not be ashamed of Lu Xing.

……

"Senior brother, the disciples don't have enough water."

"yes, and the food is running out. Some disciples have suffered from heat stroke, and even with Haoran Qi, they can only slow down the disease. ”

Ahead was the endless desert, Han Rui led the way at the forefront, and every call of the disciples behind him made him frown.

Since Lu Xing and Tan Jing were separated from everyone because of the sneak attack of the oil lamp whale, the atmosphere of the team has not been very good. It's not that Han Rui hasn't done something exciting, but it has had little effect.

"Teacher, brother, look over there! Sand and dust ...... in the sky," a academy disciple stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, speechless in shock.

Yellow sand raged high in the sky, and a sand dune in front of it became part of the sandstorm after touching it.

"It's a sandstorm! Let's go, let's go," as several disciples exclaimed, more than a dozen people saw the overwhelming sand and dust, and turned around to flee.

"Senior brother, let's go. Although you are a sage in the Gentleman Realm, you can't withstand the sandstorm. ”

Han Rui was unmoved, standing alone on Gao Song's sand dunes, his eyes gathered Haoran's energy, and his eyes looked in the direction of the sandstorm.

"Inside the sandstorm, there are people!"

Han Rui's voice fell into everyone's ears, and the crowd immediately fell silent, but only a few seconds later, many disciples burst out laughing.

"Senior brother is suffering from heat stroke, how can anyone survive a sandstorm."

"Yes, senior brother, let's go quickly, anyway, we have already got the map to the ruins palace."

……

"Senior Brother Han doesn't seem to be wrong, there are really people in the sandstorm, it seems that there is more than one." Zhuo Dong walked out of the crowd and came to the height of the sand dune, his eyes also converging with the spirit of Tuan Haoran.

"It's Tan Jing and Lu Xing! They're about to be swallowed up by a sandstorm! Help! Han Rui and Zhuo Dong were almost in unison, and the two jumped down from the sand dunes, their feet converging on the mighty aura and rushing towards the sandstorm.

"Mom! Fight, for the sake of the son, a few of you will follow me to save the son! A disciple of the cold sect gritted his teeth, put down the water bladder on his waist, wrapped his feet and ran away.

"Fight!" The other nine Hanmen disciples all put down their bags and rushed towards the pace of the leader.

"What are you still doing in a daze, go and save Senior Sister Tan!" One academy disciple rushed down the hill, followed by the other seven academy disciples.

In the sandstorm, Lu Xing walked tiredly, and when his manpower was exhausted, the divine consciousness in his Mud Pill Palace was exhausted due to the use of sword intent.

"Jing'er, this sandstorm is like a dog, sticking to us all the time, so boring." Lu Xing's steps became heavier and heavier, and the sandstorm behind him seemed to slow down, always maintaining a distance of more than three zhang from Lu Xing.

Ahead, it seems to be a little noisy...... Lu Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw more than ten figures running in front of him.

"Lu Xing, Tan Jing!" Han Rui first saw Lu Xing with heavy footsteps, and then saw Tan Jing on Lu Xing's back.

Han Rui hurriedly stepped forward, helped Tan Jing off Lu Xing's back, and said, "Let's go quickly, the deeper this sandstorm goes, the greater the suction." ”

"Lu Xing......" Tan Jing raised her tired eyes in a daze, her right hand grabbed Lu Xing's hand, and muttered in her mouth.

"Lu Xing, don't let go of Senior Sister Tan yet, Senior Sister is injured and needs to rest, don't be entangled." A college disciple who came in a hurry said loudly.

"What do you say! Didn't you see that it was the prince who carried Miss Tan out? Of course, it was the son of the world who sacrificed his life to save him! Several disciples of the poor sect couldn't listen to it and shouted loudly.

Lu Xing glanced at the Hanmen disciple who was speaking for him, and smiled in his heart: Yes, when you finish learning, you must come to the Northland to do things.

"I'm fine, you have a good rest." Lu Xing broke Tan Jing's right hand holding him, and then instructed Han Rui: "You take her first, I will stop this sandstorm." ”

"The prince should go with me, the sandstorm can't outrun us." Han Rui spoke out to persuade.

District? Lu Xing chuckled in his heart: You have only seen the tip of the iceberg, if it weren't for me using my sword intent to block the overturning of the sand mountain, I am afraid you would not even have the courage to stand and speak.

"Senior Brother Tan, let's go first, you are the same, take care of Jing'er for me, and I will block Shashan for you." Lu Xing said flatly, his voice had a power that could not be refused.

"Okay, let's go." Han Rui left with everyone, and several disciples of the Han Sect surrendered to Lu Xing one after another.

Lu Xing waved goodbye to them one by one, his eyes were sincere, and he had the courage to go to them even though there were thousands of people.

"What are you pretending, isn't it just a sandstorm, it can't catch up with us at all, why stop it? This land trip is really contrived! An academy disciple chuckled.

"That's it, Fang Cai has been holding Senior Sister's hand, God knows if he took advantage of Senior Sister Tan's coma, whether he took advantage of it." One of the academy disciples echoed it.

"Shut up! Good life! Han Rui spoke up to stop the academy disciple's nonsense, although he didn't know why Lu Xing wanted to stay to block the sandstorm, but he thought that Lu Xing was not an arrogant person, and he should have his reasons.

Everyone hurried away with a heroic spirit, and Han Rui carried Tan Jing on his back, and probably walked out of a range of dozens of miles before stopping.

"Look, look!" A disciple of the Han Sect pointed to the direction of the original sandstorm and exclaimed.

Everyone looked at each other, and then their eyes froze.

Yellow sand dunes towered into the clouds, sand mountains sloped, and countless clouds of sand rolled down from above, sweeping the space below with a hurricane. What a sandstorm! It is a mountain of sand that is toppling, and a wind that can tear through space is raging. The sight is magnificent from afar, but desperate up close.

"Land Travel...... How do you defend yourself against such a crisis? Han Rui muttered secretly, he glared angrily at the few academy disciples who were sneering at Fang Cai, and said, "When you see the prince in the future, don't be presumptuous, he saved your life." ”

Several disciples of the Hanmen Sect stood in front of the sand dunes, tears welling up in their eyes, and a choked voice came out: "Shizi, it is true, big husband!" ”

……

At this moment, under the dumped sand mountain.

Lu Xing sat cross-legged, and there was no wind and sand around him. On the other side of him, there was an old man made of sand.

"Why are you chasing after me?" Lu Xing asked.

The old man in the sand shook his head, his eyebrows were sad and joyless, and said, "It's not that I'm going to make a move, it's that the rules here want to hunt you down." I arrested you to make this matter clear, otherwise your sword intent will fall, and it will be my desert law body that will be damaged first. ”

"Your name is Lu Xing, right, you seem to have opened the way of the sword, but your own sword intent cultivation is a little worse." The old man's tone in the sand was a little sluggish, he looked at the landing line, and continued: "Aren't you the descendant of the Lin family's sword mound?" ”

The surname Lin still uses a sword, that's not much...... Lu Xing squinted slightly, he wanted to use his sword qi to divide the sand mountain into two, so as to stop the sand and dust, but he was caught in the eye of the storm by a pair of big hands that gathered sand.

"The Lin family? But the Lin family in Jiangnan, they are indeed good at using swords. However, I'm not a descendant of the Sword Shrine, I'm a Northland Lu surname. ”

"No, no, no," the old man in the sand shook his head, thought for a moment, and said, "It's the Lin family in the snow field, have you been to the north?" They should be famous. ”

Lu Xing frowned slightly, as if he was uncertain about the identity of the old man, but he had already confirmed that the old man in front of him must have a lot to do with this Wendao ruin.

"Is it Qingzhou? Are you their deceased?? ”

When the old man in the sand heard the word Qingzhou, he thought for a while and said, "Almost, the Lin family's sword mound is spoken in most of Qingzhou. As for me, I have long been a cup of loess, how can I say from the old people. ”

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. There is no Lin family in the north, and there is no sword mound, and the north occupies Qingzhou across thousands of miles of snow fields, all of which belong to the surname Lu. ”

Lu Xing asked flatly: "My sword was taught by my sister, have you ever heard of it, the eighth floor of the martial arts - Heaven Slayer?" ”

The old man in the sand seemed a little puzzled, raised his hand and patted his head, and smiled: "Martial arts? It's about Mowu. When did Mowu have a few floors? ”