A month later.

It is located between the two countries of Jin and Vietnam, and borders the Funeral Desert at the southern end of the mainland.

At this time, a sandstorm was raging.

Thousands of acres of yellow sand were lifted up to the sky by the tornado, like countless hideous dragons swimming around, looking from afar, flying sand and stones, covering the sky and the sun, just like the river tide waves surging and rolling.

Only the rumbling sound of the tumbling surge could be heard in this heaven and earth, and the sky was dark, completely unable to see, a terrifying scene of the end coming.

I don't know how long it took, the wind gradually stopped, and the sand sea returned to tranquility.

The scorching sun hangs in the air, scorching the yellow sand.

The surface heat was steaming, hot and windless, as if the previous horrific sandstorm had never happened.

Under a boulder eroded by wind and sand, there is a rare shade.

The two sand lizards crouched in the shade, their umbrella-like membranes erected at their necks, their cheeks bulging, as if enjoying the silence of the post-catastrophe. Suddenly, the sand lizards sprang out of their legs, as if frightened, and they had just taken shelter in the shade, and the sand flowed, and one arm suddenly stretched out.

The palms of the hands are half held upwards, and there is a layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth and palms.

There were ripples on the quicksand, and with the support of his arm, he finally poked his head out of the sand.

The boulder had stood in the desert for many young months, and its surface had been eroded to the point that it was full of holes, and it looked like a dead piece of wood that was rotten to the extreme, but it stubbornly kept out a lot of wind and sand for the man under it, so that he would not be buried too deep, and he would not be roasted into jerky by the scorching sand.

The man's eyelids were closed, and some small, dried scars were faintly visible on his sand-stained face, and his pursed lips looked a little dry and white.

He tried to open a slit with his eyes, and after he had adjusted to the light, he sat up straight with his hands, and let out a breath from his mouth.

As the yellow sand trickled down from his body, he revealed a ragged brown cloth robe, and a two-foot-long sword pinned to his belt.

This is a childish young face, about seventeen or eighteen years old, but the edges and corners of an adult man have also been faintly visible, a long hair stained with grit is scattered like ink behind him, only a little red belt is used to tie the hair in front of the back of the head, the skin on the body is slightly dark, the muscles of the arms and waist are very obvious, and it looks quite strong.

He stood up, squinted around him, and finally fixed his gaze on the west, his fists hanging at his sides.

As if he suddenly remembered something, his expression became extremely nervous, and he quickly reached into his arms, and after a while, he took out a sword-shaped sachet.

The clothes on his body were tattered, but the sachet in his hand was intact, not even stained.

The young man's expression eased for a moment, and then he relaxed slightly.

He tightened his belt and took a step, step by step in the opposite direction.

The blue sky is cloudless, the sand dunes are undulating, and between the heavens and the earth, the small and lonely figure of the young man is gradually moving away.

I don't know how long he walked, but the young man only felt that his throat was hot and painful, and his feet were getting heavier and heavier, as if someone was dragging his legs to let him stay in this desert forever. He didn't have the slightest intention of stopping to rest, he still gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step.

And from time to time, gusts of wind swept up and poured yellow sand, whistling back and forth, making the road ahead more and more turbulent.

At this moment, the young man suddenly stopped, and his eyes looked straight ahead of him that was obscured by the sand curtain.

I saw that dozens of zhang ahead, the wind gradually stopped, the dust and sand settled, and a sand dune several zhang high gradually came into view, and on this sand dune, a middle-aged giant man stood impressively.

The man was about thirty years old, nearly a foot tall, with a bald face and brows, and his dusty clothes were also a little tattered, so that bulging muscles loomed all over his body, and behind him, he carried a man-tall unsheathed greatsword.

The giant man stared at the young man with a grim gaze. Suddenly, his face distorted, and he pulled out the giant sword behind his back with his backhand, and at some point there was an extra blue talisman in his other hand, and it slapped on the giant sword with a "poof", and a ball of blue light flashed into the sword body, making the surface of the giant sword glow with a layer of blue light.

"Tie Jian, leave your life behind!"

Immediately afterwards, the giant man stepped on the ground with one foot, and the whole person turned into a violent wind and rushed straight towards the young man.

"The eighteenth. ”

The young man known as Tie Jian muttered to himself with chapped lips and dry lips.

I saw that he also pulled out the long sword on his waist, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted up, and a faint layer of blood suddenly appeared on the surface of the long sword.

Almost at the same moment, his other hand flew through the void, and in an instant, two fist-sized fireballs emerged, followed by a skillful swing of his palm.

"Poof" and "poof" twice. Two fireballs suddenly galloped towards the horse-faced giant.

A hint of surprise flashed in the giant man's eyes, obviously he didn't expect that the young man who looked so weak that he could not stand still could react so quickly, and he seemed to be a little stronger than himself.

After thinking about it, the giant man's figure did not stop, and without saying a word, he mentioned the giant sword in his hand, and the sword body suddenly burst out of a dazzling blue sword, and he slashed head-on towards the front.

As a result, the two fireballs that seemed to be straight forward suddenly turned to the sides, and they wanted to bypass the edge of the giant sword along the two arcs, and smashed directly into the horse-faced giant man.

Seeing this, the giant man's eyes showed a cold light, and the giant sword in his hand shook violently, and he slashed out on both sides very quickly.

Suddenly, two blue sword lights rolled out almost at the same time, facing the two fireballs respectively.

"Bang" "Bang" two popping sounds sounded!

As soon as the two fireballs touched the sword light, they burst open one after another and turned into nothing, and the two slightly dim sword lights still flew out before they dissipated.

At the same time, the figure of the horse-faced giant man had rushed to Tie Jian, his face flashed, and he swung his sword and slashed down suddenly.

Tie Jian was too late to meet the attack with the long sword in his hand at this time, only to see his figure staggering to the ground, rolling with the trend, and narrowly avoiding the sword that was split head-on, but one palm was silently hidden behind him, and his five fingers were tightly grasped.

The horse-faced giant man's body spread, and he approached as quickly as a ghost, and the giant sword in his hand moved again, and slashed straight at Tie Jian, who fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Tie Jian's right hand hidden behind his back suddenly threw out, and a handful of yellow sand wrapped in a faint flame turned into a flying arrow, and shot out diagonally upward.

At such a close distance, the horse-faced giant man couldn't close his momentum at all, and in a hurry, he flicked his other hand with his sleeve, blocking most of the yellow sand, but there was still a lot of it sprinkled on his face.

Each of these yellow sands was like a red-hot iron particle, and suddenly the skin of the giant man's horse face was opened, the flesh and blood were blurred, and a miserable scream came out of his mouth.

At this moment, Tie Jian turned over and stood up with a carp, and the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed out like lightning, and a blood-colored sword shadow was like a spiritual snake coming out of a hole, straight to the vital point of the giant man's chest.

Just when the tip of the long sword was less than half a foot away from the opponent's chest, the giant man suddenly slammed the giant sword in his hand sideways and blocked it in front of him, and the half-foot-wide sword body was full of blue light.

There was a crisp sound of a "bell".

In the collision of blue and red light, Tie Jian's long sword splashed a few traces of sparks, but it was shocked by the giant sword and bounced away.

Tie Jian couldn't strike a blow, and his body rushed forward without hesitation, and he turned around and retreated.

"Lao Tzu tore you alive!"

The horse-faced giant man didn't care about the hot pain on his face, he roared, and the giant sword in his hand slashed down at Tie Jian's head before he had time to retreat.

Tie Jian's back was towards the giant man, as if he had expected it, his body was short, and he used one foot violently, and the whole person almost catapulted out against the ground, and then made a sharp turn, and only stopped a few feet away.

At this moment, Tie Jian's chest rose and fell, he kept panting, his face was a little pale, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Although he dodged the giant man's backhand blow, the red hairband on his head was cut off by the blade of the sword, and he looked disheveled and embarrassed.

Tie Jian was already injured all the way, and a series of methods had already overdrawn most of his remaining physical strength, and the last life-saving method had caused a heavy load on the muscles of his legs.

At this time, there was not much mana left in his body, and the situation seemed to be getting worse and worse.

Tie Jian exhaled deeply, trying to relax his body a little, he raised the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed forward, and put on a posture of fighting for a blow.

"You kid is hard-hitting, not only survived the sandstorm of the previous days, but can still hold on to my hands to this day, which is really admirable. ”

Seeing this, the horse-faced giant man did not rush forward to attack, but turned over his hand and took out a talisman and slapped it on the door of his head, and after stopping the injury on his face in a flash, he suddenly roared hideously.

"But do you think that with the way you are now, you can still escape from my grasp? ”

"Hehe, that's what the people who died at my hands said the same thing. When Tie Jian heard this, he sneered and sneered.

"Look for death!"

Hearing this, the giant man raised his forehead, and jumped forward without saying much, his body had not yet fallen, and the giant sword in his hand suddenly slashed down from the void from top to bottom, and suddenly a long blue sword light slashed out, covering Tie Jian's body under it.

Tie Jian gritted his teeth and frantically poured the mana in his body into the long sword in his hand, and then held the sword arm and waved it violently, and the long sword suddenly became bloody, like a blood rainbow to meet it.

With a "bang", the two swords intersected, and the blood-blue light burst open!

Tie Jian looked up to the sky and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the long sword in his hand was directly cut in two.

Facing the giant sword that was about to fall, Tie Jian did not try to dodge and parry, but raised his other palm, and a fireball the size of a bowl appeared and flew straight towards the giant man's face.

This was the last shred of mana left in his body.