A group of martial artists are also anxious, wanting to find Yinyue ginseng as soon as possible, help Zuo Duwei cure the plague, and get rid of the pain as soon as possible.

Looking at the moon hanging, it was already midnight.

Chu Rong'er called everyone to sit down together, rest their legs and feet, replenish some physical strength, and didn't even see the shadow of the shuttle grass, let alone an oasis, there was a lot of yellow sand in their feet, and the martial artists directly took off their shoes and shook the soil with their boots.

A martial artist surnamed Gong threw a small water bag and said honestly: "Girl, it's cold at night, give you a bag of wine, drink a few sips, and warm your body." ”

Chu Rong'er took it, put Chengshuang on a stone with one hand, leaned on it gently, took a sip of wine, and there was a hot feeling in her throat and eyes, and her whole body instantly became hot.

If you don't have dry wood to make a campfire, you can only rely on wine to keep you warm.

The group took a break from drinking and got up on the road.

The legs and feet were swollen, and finally found the Gobi, saw the grass color, and a dry river appeared in front of them, and everyone was not discouraged, and went deep along the river, and walked for about two hours, and a clear pool appeared in front of them.

The martial artists were overjoyed, and rushed to the water spring, squeezing their hands together, and drank sweetly and refreshingly.

Chu Rong'er crossed her arms and looked at the water, and secretly said in her heart: "My brother is saved!"

She flew down the dunes, stepped over the aquatic weeds on the shore, and cut off some dry branches with her sword.

Walked into a meadow, stuck his sword in the dirt, and dug up a large pile of wild potatoes.

She instructed a few warriors to make a fire, and a few to skewer the wild potatoes with sticks and roast them.

A group of martial artists were puzzled, when they arrived at the oasis, why not look for silver moon ginseng?

Chu Rong'er pursed her lips and said: "Wait for the silver moon ginseng to bloom at night, and it will have medicinal effects after picking, and now it is only when twilight falls, and the moon disk is hanging high." ”

"Understood. The group of warriors nibbled on the soft and steaming wild potatoes and nodded.

Around the end of the day, a snow-white petal blooms on the meadow, and a unique pollen aroma hits the nose.

Chu Rong'er urged her hand to condense into the clear frost, pierced the soil layer with a sword, and dug out all the silver moon ginseng, the elder brother of the Gong family took a small bag, picked it up one by one and put it in his pocket, and then smiled stupidly: "Miss Chu, we can rush back to the barracks." ”

Chu Rong'er led the warriors back.

Stepping into the mouth of the Gobi Valley, a sand fox suddenly jumped by, and his eyes flashed blue, which startled everyone to stop.

This journey was too smooth, and Rong'er felt a little uneasy and worried. Deep into the desert, the sand bandits are rampant, but there is no, there must be something strange.

Thirty martial artists marched in line with swords, Chu Rong'er flew up to a wind-eroded wall step by step, and by the moonlight, she saw a cluster of figures dangling behind the boulder.

Chu Rong'er's face was embarrassed, and she shouted in a panic: "Be careful, there are thieves!"

All the martial artists reacted very quickly, and they all glanced behind the boulder of the broken wall, and a net of heaven and earth suddenly opened in the air and fell.

Takeo slid sideways, triggering a trap on the bottom of his foot and falling into a deep pit.

There was a scream from the pit, and Takeo was pierced through his heart and lungs by barbs, and dozens of desert widow snakes burrowed into the bloody mouth.

Chu Rong'er trembled with anger, raised the frost and swept it to the ground, the sword qi danced like a dragon and snake, revealing all the traps.

Takeo stepped on the spikes and jumped to the ground, bowed backwards, and found a swooping terrain.

The bandit cubs on the steep wall shoot crossbow arrows, and the remaining warriors take advantage of the terrain to form a formation, and the windbreaker pulls in front of them, cutting off the flying arrows. The little ones rushed down the valley, their sabers bent like hungry wolves, and rushed in a roar.

Bandits, martial arts caught in a melee, life and death struggle.

Chu Rong'er flew into the formation, the sword flower flew, condensed a god, and a sword qi brought up a swishing wind sound, cutting off two people's heads.

A sword cultivator in the middle realm, there is no suspense in dealing with this group of rotten shrimp and small fish.

Suddenly, a back flashed in the moonlight, slashing from behind her side, Chu Rong'er felt a gust of wind sweeping, and her body was a little tense. She pulled out the frost and retreated, standing opposite the thief.

The man had a silver gun in his hand, and a long scar was particularly conspicuous on the blue mole.

"Yo, you look good, you can play a few tricks!"

"Fool your mother, you waste still dare to come out and rob people, it's a shame to get home!"

The yellow-armored man spat a mouthful, wiped it on the tip of the silver spear, and shouted with a slanted mouth: "Hmph, the little girl is very fresh, it's just that this mouth is a harmful thing, and it has to be plugged." I don't know how many people have been picked under my uncle's gun, but I am reluctant to touch you this time!"

Chu Rong'er looked at this face, and her anger soared.

Kicking up with both feet, bringing up a burst of yellow sand, reversing the clear frost, changing a footwork to pick a thorn, and being stuck by a shot from a man in yellow armor.

"Little lady, let's have a gun dance, how about it?"

"If you are uncle, go and die!"

Chu Rong'er was angry, and she used her sword to cross the line, revealing her flaws, and was hooked back by the man, breaking Rong'er's sleeve.

The man in Huangjia smiled cruelly, "Little beauty, get away from me, go to my village and be happy!"

Chu Rong'er was impatient to hear it, she didn't expect to meet such a broken mouth, she simply ate shit, and all that popped out was swearing.

The deep breath was concentrated, the shuttle step changed, and the sword qi gathered on the body of the sword of Chengshuang, accompanied by a crisp hissing sound. She opened the way with her sword, then exchanged hands and threw a punch, and a cloud of sand mist began to swirl and circle.

The man was dazzled, and it seemed that this punch was decided.

"Smack!"

He took a punch in his chest, took two steps back, and his sword qi swept across the sand, splashing a few grains of sand.

The man's face turned dark, he clutched the body of the gun, and he didn't say much.

He raised his foot and raised the tail of the gun, frowning, it seemed that a big battle was about to begin.

A group of small servants and dozens of warriors chopped their clothes to pieces and bleeding, and those with severed fingers and few arms were lying in the blood and sand and wailing.

"I have robbed half of my life, killed countless barbarians, will I still plant it in the hands of a stinky girl?

Chu Rong'er exhaled a rough breath, this barbarian outside the plug does not have a little master's education, and keeping it will only harm the border pass, seal the throat with a sword, and take the dog's life.

After the Huangjia man shouted, Chu Rong'er was furious, you must know that a martial artist and sword cultivation are worlds apart, just the strength of this brute's qi, how can he block her sword qi cold light, let's think he is a brave man who plays with silver guns, and within fifty moves, he is a dead man.

Chu Rong'er, who was holding a sword in her right hand, narrowed a pair of extremely good-looking eyes, and said silently: "I'm afraid today is your life!"

The few warriors who were alive leaned sideways and watched the battle together.

The man in yellow armor was not stunned at all, looked at the corpses that were overturned all over the place, laughed, turned his gun, picked up a corpse and smashed it at Rong'er.

She couldn't bear to break the corpse with a sword, flashed a step, stood on tiptoe and lowered her hips, Chengshuang stopped her waist and slashed, and a string of sparks sparked on the body of the gun. Collecting the sword, the sand mist drifted in the wind, and the long sword pierced into the yellow armor, drawing out a red blood.

The man in yellow armor covered his wound with his hand.

Chu Rong'er made another move, the long sword was flat and went straight through his throat, he turned the gun with one hand to catch it, and the long sword slid away with the body of the gun, breaking his four fingers.

The silver spear fell to the ground, and the man was in pain.

Chu Rong'er held the sword in front of his neck.

"You shall not live if you have done your own iniquity!"

Chu Rong'er slowly put down her sword, ready to put it into the sheath and let him live.

The man in yellow armor grabbed the blade of the sword with one hand and stabbed it in the chest.

Hot blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Ahem......"

Chu Rong'er pulled out the clear frost, dripping with blood, and the yellow-armored man fell sideways into the sand, half of his green face stained with dust.