The wind is raging, the sand and dust are overwhelming, and the power is so great that it can sweep people away at any time, like a giant beast that mercilessly devours life.

Weaving Dream took a person to pass steadily in the wind and sand, his expression remained unchanged, but he had to quickly analyze the problems he was facing, the crowd was too scattered, if she was rescued one by one and then sent back and forth to a safe place, not to mention how long it would take to do so, whether she could hold on, just that the wind and sand were so raging, whether these ordinary people could survive in the wind became a big problem.

What can I do?

I don't know what happened to my brother...... However, at least she had to hurry up and save her brother before he returned.

Putting down the man in her hand behind the nearest stone, she hurriedly advised, "Wait until the wind and sand stop and come out, and everyone will be safe." ”

Before she could take a look at the look on the man's face, she hurried out again and continued to run in the wind and sand.

If only the wind and sand had stopped earlier.

By the way, maybe the Phantom Flower Magic can help...... However, the scope of this huge sandstorm that spread for more than ten miles was so wide, she had never tried to control the internal force on such a large scale, and she didn't know if she could succeed, so she could only try first.

Zhu'an quickly rushed to the direction of the sand dunes that Weaving Dream said, it was clear that the wind and sand on this side of the sand dunes were smaller, but the fleeing crowd ran past him in a panic as if they didn't see it, no one cared about the raging wind and sand in front of him, and rushed straight to the most violent place of the sandstorm, someone stumbled and fell in front of him, and before Zhu'an could help him, the person who fell had already hurriedly got up and ran over there.

Is this hiding from the sand?

It is clear that they are facing the wind and sand, as if they are going to die one after another.

Is it what's going on behind the crowd?

Zhu'an had no choice but to continue to drive behind the sand dunes against the wind and sand, catching the sound of horses' hooves in the screams and cries of the chaotic crowd, and getting closer and closer.

He stood on the top of the sand dune and looked down, his vision was wide and unobstructed, and his suspicion was confirmed, and a group of sand bandits rode up to him.

A group of fierce and vicious sand bandits swept like a raging sandstorm, about 20 people, not only carrying a lot of weapons, but also carrying bows and crossbows on their backs, and the horsewhips in their hands were wielding tigers and tigers, with malicious and tyrannical smiles on their faces, whistling arrogantly, and the horsewhips in their hands were not used to tame horses, but from time to time they made a prank and whipped loudly into the crowd that could only rely on their legs to escape, so as to drive the unarmed people to flee in all directions, and even loudly intimidated the people who ran behind.

Seeing that the innocent people who had no power to resist were fleeing in all directions in fear, and even too afraid to run towards the place where the sandstorm was raging despite the danger, they still did not feel that this act was too excessive, but became more and more excited, and watched with great interest the appearance of the innocent people fleeing for their lives, so as to amuse.

When he sees someone falling, he will look at his partner and laugh.

To make fun of the pain of others, these sand bandits have lost the most basic conscience, what difference is there between them and the evil spirits of hell?

No wonder the crowd fled for their lives in such a panic, what could these ordinary people do when they encountered such unreasonable sand bandits? Even if they knew that the sandstorm was raging in front of them, they could sweep them away at any time and let them be buried in the sea of sand, but they still ran forward one after another. As long as you run away desperately, there may be a glimmer of life.

Perhaps for them, compared to these sand bandits who do evil for fun, the wind and sand between heaven and earth are much friendlier.

The person who ran to the sandstorm in front of him could only be handed over to Weaving Dream first, and it was still too dangerous to fight with nature, so he had to hurry back to help her.

Maybe everyone was running for their lives, but Zhu'an stood alone, against the flow of people, standing on the sand dunes with his back straight, like a stubborn rock that suddenly appeared.

It was impossible for the sand bandits to ignore it, so they all looked at it curiously, and took a closer look and found that they were safe

His face did not have the panic and fear that the intimidated people used to have, and his face was handsome and fair-skinned, and he did not look like a person who had lived outside the border for a long time, so although they were a little curious about his appearance, they did not care at all about such a person who did not react in the slightest fear, thinking that he was just a passing traveler, and that it would be more interesting to waste his time than to chase after the children who were crying and fleeing in all directions, and immediately decided that he was going to ride his horse past him and continue to drive the people.

Zhu'an's face was calm, and when they arrived in front of them, he directly pulled out his sword scabbard, and grabbed the hilt of the sword to block the middle of the road.

The sword in his hand was straight, and he looked particularly slender in the yellow sand, and the whole person looked like a sharp sword in his hand.

This posture was obviously to block the way, and the bandits had to stop, and the horses quickly blocked in front of Zhu'an.

Although the eyes that looked at Zhu'an already revealed fierceness and impatience, the sand bandits only whispered and did not open their mouths to abuse and drive away, as if they did not expect that anyone would dare to block their way, and as if they were waiting for something, it seemed that they were still a group of well-trained sand bandits.

In a moment, the sand bandit horses gave way to a way, and a rapid sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and a black horse carrying a burly man came to the people, and rushed away at a hurry, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, the man jerked the reins, and the black horse leaned back and raised its front hooves high, and neighed heavily, the horse's hooves were only a few inches away from the top of Zhu'an's head, and a heavy sense of oppression came towards him, with provocation and demonstration.

The enlarged horse's hooves were clearly reflected in his pupils, and he was unmoved, looking at the horse's hooves without even blinking his eyes.

The horse's hooves landed heavily on the ground, bringing up some yellow sand and scattering it in the wind. In this way, Zhu'an's gaze met directly with the man on horseback.

The person who came was only forty or fifty years old, with a black blindfold on his right eye, and a hideous scar still drilled out from under the blindfold, and flew obliquely into the sideburns, revealing a slender and cold left eye, like a pit viper in the desert, with a chilling cold light shining in his eyes, tied to his forehead with a colored rope, two bright earrings hanging from his ears, his complexion was dark, and his body revealed a full wild and uninhibited nature.

Needless to say, this person is the leader of this group of bandits.

The leader of the sand bandits looked up and down at Zhu'an, and only after a while did he speak: "Since ancient times, heroes have been born of teenagers, and you little doll want to be a hero?"

His voice was hoarse and obscure, and his tone didn't hear any emotion, but there was a hint of tense depression, as if it was about to explode at any time.

Zhu'an shook his head, and replied calmly without retracting the long sword: "Heroes don't dare to be, the younger generation is just an ordinary doctor, and he doesn't like to encounter fatal things." ”

The man seemed to be amused, and silently hooked the corners of his lips, and the black horse under him shook his mane restlessly, and his front hooves slashed twice, bringing up a puff of dust.

"Ha, Lao Tzu has been galloping in the desert for more than ten years, and even the group of soldiers and cubs in Wucheng have to walk around with their tails between their legs when they see Lao Tzu, where did the little doll come from is so big that even Lao Tzu's road dares to block it?"

Hearing this, Zhu'an smiled slightly, still relaxed and calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's already stopped, isn't it?"

"Okay, very good! Lao Tzu likes you as a short-eyed waste, I want to see what you have to dare to stand in the way of Lao Tzu!"

The leader of the sand bandits stroked his palms and smiled, his eyes instantly became fierce, he raised his hand, and the sand bandits around him quickly took off the bow and crossbow from their backs, pulled out the crossbow, and the sharp and sharp arrows were aimed at Zhu'an in unison, flashing with cold light.

It was clearly a tense situation, but Zhu'an chuckled, shook his head, and said unhurriedly: "If you only have this trick, I think my ability to deal with you is more than enough." ”

His words sounded like a mockery, and the sand bandits on horseback were furious when they heard this, and the bowstrings became more and more taut and creaking, as if they were about to shoot Cha'an into a sieve when the leader gave the order

Gas.

The leader of the sand bandits was unusually calm, and did not rise directly in anger, grabbed the reins and drove the black horse to turn around and retreat some distance, and on the way took a long saber from the horse's back, and when he turned back, the tip of the knife was already aimed at Zhu'an.

"Boy, there is a price to be paid for speaking big!"

The saber has a wide back and a thin blade, a heavy blade, and a curved hilt, which is the specification that can only be used by the most elite cavalry in the Chaoyue ** team. Zhu'an looked at this knife and was a little stunned, was this knife snatched or ...... This man came out of the barracks?

If so, according to his age......

Before he could think clearly, the leader of the sand bandits raised the long knife in his hand and gave an order, and the bows and arrows in the hands of the sand bandits came out of the string, piercing the air and roaring towards Zhu'an.

In the dense rain of arrows, the leader of the sand bandits clamped the horse's belly with his legs, lowered his body with the reins in his left hand to maintain the momentum of sprinting, and rushed towards Zhu'an with a knife in his right hand, slashing at Zhu'an's face.

Facing the rain of arrows, Zhu'an's face was as usual, and he walked leisurely in the surprised eyes of everyone, so he walked around two steps at will, and walked directly through the gap between the arrows, and the arrows that shot in the air flew through and inserted into the sand.

The movement of Zhu'an's hand was surprisingly fast, and by the time the saber slashed in front of him, he had already raised his hand and used his sword to block up.

Swords collide and there is a clang.

Under the fierce blow, the two weapons briefly resisted and quickly separated.

Zhu'an took half a step back to unload the strength he received, and once again held the sword, and his wrist flipped into a sword flower to protect his body, resisting the second batch of arrows.

The saber is flexible and slashing, and the requirements for equestrianism are also very high, and the sand bandit leader galloped past the horse under the bandit leader, led him to run a distance and quickly turned back, aiming at Zhu'an again.

The sand bandit leader on horseback turned a little darker, and his gaze at Zhu'an became darker. Although he didn't want to admit it, Fang Cai's move was eighty percent of the strength, and it was not unheard of for so many years of robbing caravans in the desert that had never encountered people who practiced martial arts, but few people could catch him such a sharp and heavy split, Fang Cai's young man clearly just raised his hand to block, and the moment the soldiers met, he only felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and the force from the sword body counterattack was much greater than he imagined, and even greater than the force he used!

Who is this young man?

He drove the horse forward again in the rain of arrows, the same move, this time but with ten percent of his strength, and after Zhu'an raised his hand to block it with his sword, the horse's body brushed by Zhu'an, and he suddenly waved his knife with his backhand, ready to kill Zhu'an by surprise and returned to the horse gun.

To his surprise, it was clear that Zhu'an's action of raising his hand had not been put down, and he could no longer block his sudden move, but Zhu'an maintained the action of raising his hand and struck the left front leg of the black horse under him with the hilt of his sword without hurrying, He sat on the horse's back and even heard a slight sound of broken leg bones, he quickly patted the horse's back and jumped backwards with his strength, and the black horse that was still charging with him suddenly staggered, fell heavily to the ground, set off a burst of yellow sand, neighed and twisted hard, but could not stand up again.

The leader of the sand bandits fell to the ground in surprise, and the sand bandits behind him were stunned in place with their arrows and crossbows, and stopped shooting, how could this be!

Zhu'an put away the sword, pinched the hilt of the sword and stood behind him, his expression was faint, not much smug and joyful, as if everything was under his control.

The saber relies on the powerful impact formed by the horse's speed to drive the saber to complete tactical actions such as chopping, so as long as you directly attack the horse, you can kill with one hit.

The theory is so, and the leader of the sand bandits also saw the action of Zhu'an clearly, but with such a quick blow, he still relied on the instantaneous explosive power of the hilt of the sword to directly shatter the horse's leg bones, such control and reaction power can be called terrifying.

The leader of the sand bandits stared at Zhu'an, and it was clear that this young man only had one sword, but he suddenly had a strong spirit that could not be opened.

He has already blocked this way.