In the yellow sand, a man in black staggered forward, his heavy footsteps left a series of footprints behind him, blood dripping from his thighs, soaking his pants, before falling drop by drop into the sand, and he was immediately submerged in the sand.

The scorpion, which has been thirsty for a long time, has a keen sense of smell and fast movements, crawls out of the sand, and hurriedly rescues the essence that is about to disappear.

The man in black was pale, his lips were dry, his beard was unkempt, he was extremely miserable, his clothes were stained with sweat and blood, and he was in tatters, no better than a beggar.

Who would have thought that just three months ago, Jiang Yao, who was still in high spirits in the Western Regions, would become such a ghost at this moment.

He cursed the Allure Sword countless times in his heart, as well as the two old horsemen who were haunted by ghosts. For a few months, he has been a plague god, and wherever he goes, he will be ruined by himself and the host's family, and the yellow sand will be stained with blood.

This Western Regions is bitter and cold, and it is not easy to live alone, but under the swords of those madmen, there is no mercy, and the heads of the good people roll down, announcing the end of this life.

This is not a river and lake, this makes no sense, this is completely bullying!

Jiang Yao probably regretted it in his heart at the moment, once upon a time, he also bullied others, relying on the powerful backstage of the master, and his reputation for being praised, plus he has some real skills, but he is a master with eyes above the top.

Whether it is in the Eastern Zhao or the Western Regions, only he commands and commands, and there will be others who will be angry. Even in the demoulding barracks, it's a spit and a nail.

But on this day, there are unforeseen circumstances, and people have good and bad luck. He was about to show his skills, and his master was wiped out. He was arrogant, he endured his grief, and personally assassinated Kuatin in the palace, and he was able to retreat with his whole body, and returned to Dongzhao, and slaughtered a thousand armor soldiers with one person and one sword, although he was full of grief and indignation, and the results he could achieve were jaw-dropping, so that Chaoxin Pavilion spent a lot of effort to record this matter, but it only involved the face of the court, and it could only be circulated in private, but it still couldn't cover up his rebellious move.

Then he broke into Yingxue Lake alone and almost assassinated Mo Lingkong, the rising star of the Cangyun Sword Sect.

If the martial artists in the world are not crazy, they all regard Cangyun Mountain as a forbidden place, although Jiang Yao started at Yingxue Lake, but after all, he acted under the noses of the famous seven sword masters, I don't know if it was bold or a gamble, in short, he left Dongzhao Kingdom alive.

When he left Yuhu Pass, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking that he had finally escaped from the Longtan Tiger's Den, and his lost dog had finally ushered in a new life. But he never imagined that the nightmare had just begun.

Several sects in the Western Regions that have a good relationship with the Zhishan Gang have brought them a catastrophe, and several tribes that have built a line through demoulding, but if they accept him, it is not a greeting of a knife or two swords, and Zheng Yun led the iron horse to come like the wind, all the way down the bloody rain, he finally survived to the demoulding army, and the Allure knife returned to Dongzhao, he thought that he finally survived, but unfortunately, this demoulding was not angry, and he was wrapped in dumplings by Zheng Yonglun.

So, seeing that he was going to continue to flee, he pondered in his heart, and decided to go to the country of Xifan to seek refuge, and spent a lot of effort to hide people's eyes, and every time when he was about to get out of danger, he was caught up by the two dead old men who were haunted, and had to fight hard again and again.

But these two old guys are very bad, with a cat-and-mouse mentality, and want to play themselves to death.

At this moment, as far as he could see, there were two figures fluttering like the wind, virtual and real, just not leaving his sight.

Jiang Yao was desperate and roared angrily: "Old thief, there is a kind of fighting to the death with grandpa!"

Two figures floated in, one fat and one thin, the fat old man was dressed in a gray robe, with a simple sword hanging from his waist, and said with a smile: "What Jiang Gongzi said, our two old men are so old, it's not good to fight and kill, isn't it true that you lose your identity!"

The thin old man took over and said, "I have lost my identity!"

Jiang Yao scolded: "Two old people don't die and don't have a shame, they didn't lose their identity if they killed so many people before, so they don't say that they are old? You two old guys have thicker skin than this yellow sand, and they are not ashamed!"

The fat old man still smiled and said: "Hey, Jiang Gongzi's words are not at the same level, and he doesn't understand the basic traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young!"

The thin old man said, "Poor level!"

Jiang Yao was almost angry by this singing and singing, and sat on the ground paralyzed, and he didn't plan to continue to escape, that is, to be a mouse in front of these two old horsemen, he was really angry.

The fat old man's eyes were dripping: "Jiang Gongzi, why don't you go, the old man hasn't appreciated enough of the scenery of the Western Regions, you can't lead the way!"

The thin old man still smiled unremarkably: "No!"

Jiang Yao scolded: "Old guy, you treat me like a mouse, you must know that you two old guys are a lot older, you don't pretend to be a grandson in front of the Allure Knife, and you are very obedient, you really lived dozens of years in vain, you are not ashamed, I am ashamed of you, bah!"

The fat old man would never be angry, but he still smiled and said: "Boy, this kung fu is used to the mouth, why do you need this sword, you are invincible all over the world with this mouth, and I won't come out to embarrass you, old man!"

Jiang Yao drew his sword and stabbed at the old man, the old man fell lightly three meters away, and said with a smile: "Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, you don't want to go home to reunite with your family, the old man is just curious about where you are going, and there are some unsightly things, although the old man has lived for decades, he can't always see enough of the strange things in this world." Especially this kind of thing of losing one's conscience and betraying the country to seek glory, I don't hear much about it!"

Jiang Yao was furious and desperate, but he was still played around by the two old men, and finally lay on the ground exhausted, never wanting to move again, but he still didn't lose: "Old horseman, if you have the ability, kill me, you two are called grandmasters in vain, the face of this good Wenjiao and Junwujiao is also lost to you, and you are still a lackey of the court at a very old age, which is a shame for the people of the rivers and lakes!"

"The boy can't spit out ivory in his mouth!" The thin old man was furious, although the Junwu Sect was at the bottom of the list of major sects, it was also a decent family, and it was absolutely unreasonable to say that they were disgraced.

And the fat old man is the head of Shanwenjiao, and his status is on par with Junwujiao, and the relationship between the two families is also good.

The fat old man then followed the temptation: "Young man, is it really the rivers and lakes that are respected by the strong, you must know that whether it is the court or the rivers and lakes, they are supported by the people of the world, not to mention that the current court is politically clear, although it is difficult to raise soldiers, but after all, it is for the sake of the great rivers and mountains, the enemy country is eyeing the tiger, my generation of people in the rivers and lakes, naturally have to seek well-being for the common people in the world, whether it is to defend against foreign enemies in a chivalrous manner, or to share the same hatred with the court, it is a matter of duty, even if it is to remain silent and be alone, it is better than you who betray the country and seek glory, The self-destruction foundation is a hundred times more glorious, do you also have the face to say something about the lackeys of the court?"

Jiang Yao was speechless for a while.

The fat old man continued: "Okay, grandpa won't talk nonsense with you, keeping your little life is for the overall situation, otherwise you would have drunk Meng Po soup on Huangquan Road a long time ago." Now your value is also reflected, the old man has to go home for the holidays, why don't you go first?"

Jiang Yao knew that he was going to die, but when he saw that the fat old man who was always smiling began to become serious on his face, he knew that he was going to die.

There is no one in the world who is not afraid of death, especially when he knows that he will die and waits to be killed, that feeling is very tormenting. Jiang Yao closed his eyes, tears slid down, and his body trembled slightly.

The thin old man's long sword came out of its sheath, and a flash of light flashed, and Jiang Yao lost consciousness.

The thin old man didn't speak, he dragged Jiang Yao back with one hand, leaving a nest behind Jiang Yao's body, the fat old man shook his head and said: "This guy is hard, he can still live like this, Brother Tartary Buckwheat is tired!"

The thin old man was still expressionless: "Chen Laoxing, you can only say that it is really useless, give it to you!"

As he spoke, the thin old man threw Jiang Yao over, and the fat old man took it with a smile: "Wouldn't it be nice to find a horse gang in front of you to be in charge!"

The two of them seem to be walking slowly in the desert, but they are ten steps away, and it is very magical.

......

Song Wenxi led an army of 30,000 and traveled all the way through the state and the capital.

It's just that he was dressed in silver armor, and he sat on the horse's head for several days and only hurried, and he didn't speak, and he seemed to be thinking about his heart every day, and all the things about the march were handed over to the Ba Great Wall.

This young general has some ability, and the crossing of the army did not disturb the people in the slightest, and he was familiar with all the dangerous places, and marched in an orderly manner.

Xiangyun came to the army, Song Wenxi came to life, it can be described as a surprise, the joy is that the princess's friendship with herself is as heavy as Mount Tai, and the surprise is that in front of the army, it is not the place where Xiangyun, who has a daughter, should come.

In the past few days, he has been thinking about not how to fight this battle, but has been pondering and Zhiyu's intentions. Seeing Xiangyun now, he is much more down-to-earth in his heart, so it seems that his father-in-law is still kind, and whether this homeland can be recovered really depends on his own ability.

Song Wenxi didn't know the middle-aged man with a domineering flat-edged knife beside Xiangyun, and he didn't want to ask, after all, how could Xiangyun have less people around him to protect him, whether he ran out or came in the light.

Although Song Wenxi only has some superficial skills, he still has a sense of smell for this kind of grandmaster aura, and the more he sees it, he naturally knows more, not to mention that this domineering swordsman has no hidden qi.

Putting aside the biggest concerns in his heart, Song Wenxi finally had a lively mind, and after learning about Xiangyun's determination, he personally commanded the army for the first time......

Cangyun Mountain, thousands of miles of clear sky, Mo Lingkong was in the Tsing Yi house last night to heal his injuries, Cangyun Jue ran for six big weeks, the sky was bright, the whole body was comfortable, and when he went out, he played the Wudu sword technique in front of the house.

Tsing Yi Suyun unsheathed his sword and practiced with Mo Lingkong.

Last night, Mo Lingkong dove occupied the magpie's nest, and she was driven to sleep with the old woman, and she was very unhappy. Moreover, Mo Lingkong's Wudu swordsmanship can be said to be quite insightful, and he has to look up, so his mood is even worse, and he can't wait to poke Mo Lingkong into a few holes......