The people who were still struggling in the sea of sand still maintained the posture of falling to the ground, staring at the flying sand and rocks beside them in amazement, giving up and down their entanglements, rising and falling like a swarm of bees, pushed by the buds, towards the central pillar of wind, gradually converging into the churning pillar of wind, intensifying.

It's not dazzling, it's clearly a tornado that is as violent as thunder and lightning as fast as lightning, it should be so powerful that it destroys the world and leaves no grass everywhere it goes, but at this time it only stays in the middle of the desert, rumbling and bursting out with a sharp whistling wind.

However, the wind brought up by the tornado had no effect on them, except that the buds quickly pulled away from the yellow sand beside them, brushed their faces, and hurried away, as if they were gently guarding them with those strange buds.

However, no matter how shocking the scene in front of them was, they could still clearly see that in the center of the storm, the girl who had just been running in the wind and sand to save people was standing firmly in the tornado column, red clothes and black hair, and her thin body was enough to reassure people.

Not only the people who remained in the desert, but all the rescued people heard the loud noise coming from outside, and they all came out from under the boulder where they had taken refuge, looking at the huge wind column churning and whistling in front of them, and they could recognize at a glance that it was the girl standing still in the center of the storm who saved them!

The two siblings who were the first to be rescued also walked out with the crowd, and after just one glance, the child stared at the center of the storm with wide eyes, and froze for a moment with his mouth wide open, his heart excited as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

"Sister, sister, isn't that the big sister who just saved us?"

Looking at the efforts made by Weaving Dreams, watching Weaving Dreams stand alone in the center of the storm, still fighting against the wind and sand, as if supporting the crumbling world with his thin shoulders. She couldn't get out of the wind and sand, but everyone in the village appeared in her field of vision safe and sound, and her young heart was touched, and she didn't know what words to use to express her feelings at this time.

The little girl hugged the straw hat in her hand tightly, choked up and could hardly speak, nodded emphatically, a tear could no longer bear such a weight, and smashed on the straw hat in her arms, like a crystal amber, which instantly seeped into the gap between the straw hats.

"Well, it's her! Big sister is doing our promise! She's bringing everyone back!"

The little girl's eyes were staring at her for a moment, and she kept praying silently that Weaving Dream would return safely.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it is hard to imagine that there will be such a beautiful and shocking scene in this world, the raging sandstorm is really surrounded by those weak flowers, constantly rising to the sky, reaching the sky, mighty like a dragon, like a miracle born above the nine heavens, the sky is still mighty, shocking the four wilds.

No one can remain indifferent to this sight.

Exclamations came like a tidal wave, one after another.

They had no way of knowing that Weaving Dream had done everything in her power to stir up the wind and sand and roll up the storm, and in their eyes, she was so powerful, like the wind born between heaven and earth

The spirit of the sand, the wind and sand are all surrendered to her feet, and she can summon the wind and sand with a wave of her hand, driven by her.

The rare sights of my life are always particularly shocking.

I don't know who started first, or from the bottom of my heart, all of them knelt down to the ground one after another in the direction of the girl in red, expressing their inner shock and gratitude in the most direct and primitive way.

The four sides surrendered, the mountains roared and the tsunami roared, and at that moment, she was the lord of the desert.

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Standing on the sand dunes, Zhu'an looked intently at the weaving dream in the center of the storm, looking at the crowd kneeling in all directions, and the touch in his heart was equally profound.

Fang Cai's worry about loss fell to the ground, but he actually knew that he could leave it to her with confidence, because she had always been so strong and brave, accompanying him along the way.

However, I couldn't help but nervous her every time, for fear that she would encounter any danger.

Such a big sandstorm was turned away by her alone, she saved them, saved everyone, he sincerely admired the accuracy of Weaving Dream's control of internal force, he could rely on the wind to save people without hurting people, I have to say that it has been accurate to the point of being a little terrifying, how many people in the world can compare with her today?

The little girl who was entangled and distressed by the hawker when she first met, along the way, she has been constantly transforming, and has grown into a strong man who can stand alone in all directions.

Her whole body seemed to glow, and it would always shine in his eyes.

He liked to see her so powerful and bright.

A pair of eyes as bright as stars, brave and firm that never flinched and feared.

She is his friend, confidant, strongest backing, the person on the tip of his heart, so he has to become stronger too, he has to protect her smile.

Now, he's going to get back to her as soon as possible.

Zhu'an ran towards Weaving Dreams, running faster and faster, but in a short distance, there was a kind of impatient throbbing in his heart.

He's going to run to her.

Weaving Dream was frowning and concentrating on supporting the huge storm, looking at the arrival of Zhu'an from afar, his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't wait to call out loudly from a distance.

"Brother!"

Chai An also responded to her loudly.

"Well, I'm here!"

"Brother, ...... Come help me!"

"I ...... I don't know how to stop!"

Zhu'an was stunned for a second, paused, held his forehead, and laughed softly at this inopportune time.

It turns out that it's because I don't know how to retract this huge power, so I have been maintaining this posture of holding the sky?

Although I know very well that it is out of place, I still think she is very cute.

A warm smile crossed his lips, like the warm sun of early spring could melt the ice of winter.

"Ah Meng, hold on a little longer, wait for me. ”

In a blink of an eye, his figure fell outside the pillar of wind, only a few steps away, and when he got closer, he felt that the pressure in the center of the storm was terrifyingly strong, and the howling wind continued to lift his clothes, buzzing in his ears, and his figure looked from afar like a white crane about to spread its wings.

Zhu'an raised his head and looked at the wind pillar in front of him carefully, and without hesitation, he directly took the Changqing Sword from behind his back and held it in his hand.

He raised his hand, and the snow-white sword blade as white as a mirror reflected half of his face on one side, and the other blade was half of Dreamweaver's face, and it stayed on both sides of the blade, as if it was about to merge into one.

With a movement of his wrist, the blade of the sword flipped and the blade of the sword was aimed at the center of his eyebrows, and a thought was like a hanging, he suddenly stepped hard, jumped high by the wind, mobilized his internal breath, and waved his wrist to the churning and raging wind pillar and quickly made a sword.

The sword intent was like frost, the sword body roared, resounding through the sky, and a supreme white sword qi roared out from the snow-white and bright sword body, as if tearing apart the wind, and quickly flew into the wind pillar, but as if it was swallowed by the ocean, the sword light disappeared in an instant.

Chai An fell back to the ground and collected his sword.

Suddenly, the huge pillar of wind seemed to be torn apart, and dozens of white pillars of light came out of the crack, and the sword qi that had just disappeared suddenly skyrocketed dozens of times, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, crossing the sky in an instant.

"Ameng, take back the inner breath. ”

Weaving Dream heard his words, and without hesitation, he quickly withdrew the internal force that controlled the wind pillar in an instant.

Her hanging heart finally let go, great, my brother is amazing. As long as he was there, she felt at ease.

The wind pillar is as vast as a dragon, and its power is huge, and if it gets out of control, it will definitely be flattened. A sword qi swung out by Zhu'an crushed the force that was nowhere to be released in the wind pillar, and Weaving Dream withdrew the internal force that supported it, and the double pinching attack was like a fierce beast that had its fangs removed, and this tornado suddenly lost its lethality, and the yellow sand that was absorbed naturally became a plate of loose sand.

A plate of ...... Loose sand?

Zhu'an suddenly thought of something, and shouted anxiously: "Ah Meng, run!"

How is it possible for the sand to float in mid-air on its own!

Weaving Dream was stunned, "Huh?"

There was a huge movement in the sky, as if something was falling from the sky, such a loud sound, could it be a sudden rainstorm in the desert?

She looked up in surprise, her eyes widened, her pupils were densely covered with black crows, and the yellow sand in the sky was falling on top of her head.

It is not a torrential rain, but a sand rain that is more rapid than a torrential rain.

It was just a blink of an eye, and it overwhelmed her in an instant.

(End of chapter)