Wading through the lonely smoke of the desert and ushering in the sunset of the Yellow River.

Wind and sand floating waves, looking up at the Yanmen Pass, the willow of the river, in the mist of the sunset curtain call, blooming the stars and green shade, fluttering and sprinkled like a girl's soft hair printed in different shades of light, particularly eye-catching.

"Master, the wind and sand in the north of the Saibei are strong, your cough seems to be getting worse and worse, please get in the car quickly, we must hurry up, we must rush to the city tonight, find a doctor, and take a good look at your illness." Zihan said with concern.

"Master, this yin deficiency and dry cough have been more than ten years, and even the imperial doctor has always been helpless, and he can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Qing Yu said helplessly.

"Cough..."Zhao Defang, the Eight Sages King, withdrew from his thoughts and returned to reality, and said with a smile: Don't worry, it's okay. The root of the disease that was entangled 10 years ago is not fatal now, and even 10 years from now it will not be good!" As he spoke, he got back into the carriage, and suddenly felt that he was really old, and seemed to be very tired when he moved slightly, so he leaned on the felt mat and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Suddenly, the steady carriage jolted to a halt, and I saw the yellow sand rolling, and twenty-four swordsmen, dressed in black and wearing masks, seemed to fall from the sky, their steps were like the wind, and their figures were like arrows, outflanking from all directions and stopping around the carriage.

"Oh, my master and servant passed by your land, I don't know if I inadvertently offended the friends of the rivers and lakes along the way, please be accommodating, sell personal favors - buy road money, please just open a number, I will wait to send my lord to see a doctor, just for convenience!" Zihan was originally also a swordsman, with twenty years of experience in walking the rivers and lakes, he saw that the other party was menacing and murderous, and a pair of hideous and bloodthirsty eyes seemed to be snooping on the prey and scanning the carriage, clasping his hands into fists and saying.

"How much is the road money worth? As long as we take the head of the person in the sedan chair outside the gate, we can sit on glory and wealth for the rest of our lives!" The leading hacker did not shy away from it, and his tone was full of murderous intent.

"With your group of crows, you want to beat my master's idea, it's really beyond your strength, and you speak wildly!" Qing Yu said angrily.

"Fight quickly, leave no room alive, kill!" As he spoke, the twenty-four swordsmen hurried forward, drawing their swords, raising their broadswords, or wielding their hammers, or swinging their axes...... The fierce god is vicious, digging into the ground and running, attacking vicious, and making deadly moves.

Zihan and Qing Yu quickly got up from their horses, and each protected the east, south, west, and north directions of the carriage, and then swords and swords, fists and sticks faced each other, and the two sides fell into a battle of fish and death.

Zihan uses a bow and crossbow and is not good at hand-to-hand combat. He picked up his right hand, the crossbow flew in the air, straight and swirling, the wind of the hundred-pound bow and crossbow was like a stick, although it was only the handle body, slowing down the strength, but it was enough to force three or four people, four or five people, and severely injured one or two people, together with six or seven people behind him, they all collapsed to the ground like a building block collapsing, vomiting blood, and screaming in pain. If it is replaced by a sword, I am afraid that several people have already gone down to Jiuquan.

Qing Yu uses a six-foot halberd in the shape of "Bu", hooking, pecking, stabbing, and cutting are wielded dexterously and freely, with the elegance of "thousands of trees and pear blossoms", the marksmanship is vigorous, and the lethality is far better than that of Ge and spear, and in the battle, more than a dozen come back and forth, strive to pitch, and the straight stab is powerful, and the horizontal blow is strong, and there are already four or five swordsmen who have been stabbed in the chest or leg bones.

In the bloody battle, the other party was at a disadvantage in martial arts, but it did not fade, and he was ready to fight a protracted battle of physical exhaustion. After dozens of rounds, Zihan and Qingyu were already sweating profusely and panting.

During the secret battle, thirteen swordsmen had already paid the price of their lives for their ill-gotten gains, but Zihan and Qingyu were forced to retreat three feet away from the carriage to engage in a meat fight.

They were unconsciously close to each other, "His grandfather's is a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, it's so difficult! I killed nine of them!" Qing Yu didn't know whether it was unlucky frustration or complacent.

"You're better than me. I'm only eight of them. Between the words, Zi Han raised his leg and kicked back, and a crossbow backturned into the air and slammed into the air, killing a swordsman who sneaked up on Qing Yu from behind with a knife on the spot. Qing Yu said to himself: "It's so dangerous!" After all, death was only an inch away from him.

It was too late, but it was fast, and three more swordsmen were ready to take the opportunity to jump and attack the carriage. The spearhead or sword in his hand was already approaching the carriage, and the white blade cut the curtain of the carriage with a fierce murderous aura, pointing directly at the throat of Zhao Defang, the Eight Sages King sitting on the carriage.

When the curtain of the carriage was lifted by the spear, a pair of calm black eyes waited calmly for death. He is so calm and confident, but there is a little more sentimentality in his eyes, as if he is witnessing the death of others, saddening that other people's bright years have been abruptly stopped, and sipping the elegy of other people's lives.

At the moment when the expression of victory is about to bloom on his face, a gurgling of blood is like ink spilling into the most beautiful light and shadow of dusk, adding a touch of more gorgeous and bright, delicate and charming rose red in the mottled painting of brilliant glow!

No one could see how the crossbow arrows were drawn, the three arrows had already whistled with a fierce whirlwind, and the breath of death permeated the bare wilderness, and before the blood could be savored, it pierced the throats of the three swordsmen in the rapid spinning edge, and in an instant, the murderous spears and swords were flicked away, and they fell on the bloody wasteland, as if they were inscriptions erected for the dead.

The three swordsmen fell in front of the hub, the corners of their mouths were shallow picking, they were all killed in seconds with the joy of success, and when death came, before they could discern the situation, they were in ignorance, buried under the light of arrows like a galaxy, and they didn't even have time to scream......

"Eleven!" Zi Han jumped behind him and said softly.

Qing Yu flew back to the carriage, confronted the remaining five swordsmen with his halberd, and smiled at Zihan: "I knew that you would solve the problem so easily, I wouldn't have robbed you!"

The remaining five swordsmen, including the leader of the clamor, although they did not fall, but they were also more or less wounded, they were really stunned by this "shocking shot", speculating that even if they fought with all their strength, their lives might not be guaranteed, so they planned to go to the top.

"How can you walk away so easily, tell me who is behind the scenes!" Zi Han said sharply.

The swordsman at the head ordered everyone to disperse in the form of birds and beasts, running to one side, but he fled in the southeast direction with one person beside him. Zihan pulled out a sharp arrow, pulled the bow and wound it, and quickly shot one in all directions, a hundred steps through Yang's stunt, as if he would recognize the subtle direction, closely chasing the enemy, and finally hit the four swordsmen who fled in the desert one after another, and the swordsmen led by him used the people around him to use the people around him to target the meat, and escaped by luck, but the arrow passed through the thigh of his companion at the same time, and also happened to be aimed at the position where he leaned over and landed, and crossed his forehead, leaving the star and moon mark of the arrow.

Qing Yu quickly ran to the fallen knifeman, the arrow wound was on the thigh or abdomen, obviously Zi Han's men were merciful, none of them were fatal injuries, but they found that the faces of the four people were like ashes, and they had all been poisoned to death.

"It seems that neither we nor the tools have any intention of leaving us alive. Zhao Defang, the king of the Eight Sages, had already stepped out of the carriage and came to the deceased in the northwest direction, and said slowly: "No need to check, they are all Han Chinese!"

Qing Yu was puzzled: "Why? Maybe it's the Khitan people or the Xixia people."

For!"

The Eight Sages King turned around and said leisurely: "In the vast desert Gobi sneak attack, they are very skilled, but none of them are riding horses, why is this? You must know that the heat in the Gobi is unbearable, and it is difficult to eat even if they have a long journey on foot, even if they are good at light work. ”

"Yes. Zihan and Qing Yu nodded.

"Xixia is connected to Xiaoguan in the south, and the desert is controlled in the north, more than two-thirds of the land is desert terrain, and the nearest city is also in the Helan Mountains two hundred miles away. The Eight Sages muttered.

"What about the Khitans? They are less than eighty miles away from the nearest city on Xijing Road! Even if they don't ride horses, it makes sense. Qing Yu asked.

"As a nomadic people, the Khitan are heroes on horseback, everyone is superb in riding, and killing the enemy on horseback is exactly the best game! If the enemy is captured in the open desert without the help of horsepower, it is equivalent to riding a horse without a whip, beating people without fists, and likewise not exerting the power of total victory. The Eight Sages explained one by one.

He continued: "My Great Song Dynasty has lost control of the pastures in the north, it is a dynasty that lacks horses, the cavalry is not fine, and few masters have superb equestrian skills, so there is no need to use horsepower to kill the enemy. In addition, the nearest city to this place is not owned by Western Xia or Khitan, but it is my Great Song Dynasty, so even if someone wants to rob and kill on the road, they don't need to rush around with horsepower, they can still save their strength, play their best fighting state, and ensure a complete victory!"

"In this way, there are people in the imperial court who want to be unfavorable to you, master, and have a suspicious heart!" Zihan said anxiously.

"Cough, cough, cough", the Eight Sages King was smiling in his eyes, but the cough at the corner of his mouth kept calling, and he said with a sullen face: "My reputation in the court has always been not very good, and it is a good thing that there are old friends who still think about me!"

After that, the Eight Sages King got into the car, and the group continued to hurry.

In the evening, the crimson sunset on the edge of the desert was finally as fragile as blue and white porcelain, gradually shattering and spreading into the endless sky.