"Boy, who the hell are you?"

The leader of the sand bandits stared at Zhu'an with the only remaining eagle eye, his eyes were cold, and he asked Fang Cai's question again, but this time his tone changed a lot, and after the initial surprise, it was more with a sense of scrutiny, and he carefully looked at Zhu'an and the long sword in Zhu'an's hand.

Zhu An looked directly at such eyes without fear, and replied in a deep voice: "It's just a passing doctor below." ”

His face was warm, revealing a shallow demeanor, neither humble nor arrogant, and his answer was sonorous.

Walking with a sword should have more to do with a swordsman or something, but he identified himself as an ordinary physician more than a swordsman.

Although after experiencing the incident of the Phantom Flower Palace, the rumors about Zhu'an on the rivers and lakes gradually increased: there is a young man named Zhu'an, with excellent medical skills, walking with a sword, handsome and beautiful, gentle as jade, I don't know who the family is from, and I don't know the way back. In the Phantom Flower Palace, he was amazed by the people of the martial arts family, some people were impressed by his calm and gentle appearance, and some people were amazed by his unparalleled swordsmanship.

For such a talented young man, people in the martial arts always like to bring praise such as young chivalrous sons intentionally or unintentionally, but for Zhu'an, the word "chivalry" is too heavy, so he deserves it. He himself can't be called a martial arts knight, he has never chased fame and fortune in the rivers and lakes, and he has never been based on martial arts with the ambition of supporting justice, but he does things with his heart, only this sword, no merit, and naturally he does not dare to call himself a chivalrous warrior.

When asked who he was, he simply admitted that he was an ordinary physician. Although the medical skills cannot be with the master, he is already brilliant in the world. This answer is justified and clear-hearted.

Although the answer provided by Zhu'an was true, it sounded a little confusing to strangers, and this answer did not explain who he was at all.

The leader of the sand bandits couldn't hear the emotional "sigh", making people more and more unpredictable whether he was angry or not.

The atmosphere in the confrontation was still tense, as if a fight would break out at any time.

Although the leader of the sand bandits only lost his mount in a few moves, but the handle of the saber in his hand was bent and not easy to get rid of his hand was still very stable, and this little defeat did not affect him, and he had already guessed the next situation when he saw the action of chasing the safety, and immediately slapped the horse's back into the air and quickly retreated backwards, avoiding himself from falling to the ground with the horse under the seat.

Of course, in the eyes of the leader of the sand bandits, Zhu An's reaction was also amazing, it was clear that he was the one who suddenly changed his tactics to attack, but Zhu An analyzed all kinds of pros and cons in an instant, and chose the most perfect restraint method, but he was caught off guard, delicate and bold, and directly won with one move.

I have to say, both of them need it

A victory to prove.

The master made a move and flicked his fingers.

The leader of the sand bandits raised the saber in his right hand and placed it in front of him, and flicked the thin blade of the knife with his fingertips, only to hear a crisp knife roar, the air in front of him was cut, the blade was like autumn frost, and suddenly burst out with a burst of knives, and the silent flying sand at his feet was stirred up, hovering in mid-air, and the mighty and mighty like thousands of troops swept towards Zhu'an in an instant.

Although there was no such picture in the eyes of many sand bandits, they still felt that after the knife roar, the surrounding air became extremely oppressive, and there was even an illusion that the air was distorted, so they quickly retreated a little to protect themselves.

The flying sand was constantly surging, and it became clearer and clearer in Zhu'an's eyes, not just the sand, the qi released by the dazzling sword was almost condensed into a clear outline. In the final analysis, the internal force is qi, and it cannot be captured with the naked eye, just like the flower blade of the dream weaver is to control the internal force attack, but the appearance of a long sword condensed by the flying flowers, the same is true of the sword of the sand bandit leader, and the yellow sand in the sky is his "petals", but the sand and dust are extraordinarily small after all, gathered together like the wind pillar of the sandstorm, showing a unique oppression and shock, directly incarnated into the thousands of troops composed of flying sand, and the momentum is magnificent, which makes people feel excited.

The light of the sword released by the long knife in his hand seemed to form the aura of a thousand armies sweeping through thousands of horses, and all those who stood in their way would be crushed and shattered under their rumbling iron hooves, and there would be nothing left.

This flick of the finger knife roared, and the momentum was amazing!

Zhu'an was a lot more serious, although this person was just a bandit in the desert, but I have to say that this person's martial arts attainments were stronger than the heads of many families he had seen. Although the sword has a sword qi and a sword light, there will be various differences in the use of weapons by different people, a single sword can wield all kinds of changes, but this person just snaps his fingers to raise the sword intent, and the momentum is so majestic and majestic, you need to concentrate on facing it.

Zhu An pulled out the sword of long-term love and raised it to his eyebrows, concentrating and holding his breath to mobilize his internal breath, and when the flying sand attacked, he swung out a fierce sword, and a white sword qi bloomed from the tip of the sword, and the sword qi stirred and the thin blade roared.

This sword qi collided with the roaring flying sand in mid-air, and the sword qi and sword light were connected, and it was indistinguishable, and it collapsed at the moment after meeting and fighting.

The powerful aura generated by the inner breath fled in all directions, forcing people to retreat straight.

This trick has been compared.

Zhu'an lowered his sword and took a long time, and stood quietly on the sand dunes to block the way as he had begun. The leader of the sand bandits put down his knife and snorted lightly, although he had long known that his sword light might not be able to suppress Zhu'an's sword qi, but it was obvious that neither of them had done their best to fight, not to the extent that they had to live or die, it was tantamount to a trick.

The leader of the sand bandits stood thoughtfully, and walked slowly towards Zhu'an with a knife

Autumn frost pointed obliquely at the ground, which was the preparatory posture for the slashing move dragging the knife.

As the distance closes, the battle seems to be on the verge of breaking out once again, and the air becomes more and more oppressive.

Zhu'an's face was still warm, and he stood calmly in place, watching the leader of the sand bandits walking in front of him with a knife, and he even smiled back fearlessly. The leader walked around Zhu'an without hurry, and his scrutinizing gaze became thicker and thicker, but what puzzled the other bandits was that the boss's temperament was really elusive, although he had always maintained an attacking posture, he only circled around Zhu'an, and did not attack again, as if he was carefully looking at a treasure.

When the leader of the sand bandits finished turning and walked back to the front of his subordinates, he beckoned to collect the subordinates who had just retreated, looked at Zhu'an's eyes burning, and said loudly: "That's it! The desert is so big that the sunset or the lonely smoke is boring, and it is boring to meet the opponent for a long time, and the game of chasing waste Lao Tzu is also tired of playing, and this battle can barely be regarded as a pleasure! You kid should be regarded as Lao Tzu who appreciates your impulsiveness for not having long eyes, since you want to save the lives of this group of wastes, as you wish, today, I will let them go." Of course, this is the only time, and if you encounter it again in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you, if you want to be a good person, you have to see if these wastes are worth saving!"

Zhu An was a little surprised by his words, such an exhortation was really unique, and was it worth saving? What did this mean? Was it telling him that he should not sympathize with the weak?

The leader of the sand bandits turned over and stepped on the new horse brought by his subordinates, returned the long saber to the scabbard with his hand, and finally glanced at Zhu'an, shook the reins with both hands, and rode away, and the sand bandits quickly followed without asking too much.

The sound of horses' hooves was like a tide, and the mighty group turned and galloped down the sand dunes, and soon disappeared into the desert.

The hustle and bustle of the wind and sand never stopped, and the sand bandits and horses that were like dark clouds rolling could no longer be seen, only the continuous yellow sand left a string of horseshoe prints, which were soon blown away by the desert wind and disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Looking at this vast desert, people are still too small.

After solving the trouble in the rear, he hurried back.

The words of the leader were really concerning, these people were so frightened, it didn't look like they had encountered sand bandits for the first time, since it was not the first time they had encountered such atrocities, why didn't they take any action to resist? Although the people who fled were all unarmed civilians, and there were many old women and children, but in the face of the villains, blindly fleeing would only contribute to their tyranny and ferocity, and if their village could not defend itself, it was logical that they should seek the help of the army stationed in the border area.

Protecting the country and protecting the people is the duty and burden of the national army, so why didn't these people ask for help, did the border guards deliberately ignore it? Or did it ...... What happened to the border that it can no longer be provided to the people for protection?

I have to say, such a conjecture is too bad.