Chapter 138: Blocking the Enemy and Guarding the Door

Ten miles outside the black city, the desert is full of sand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night was deep, and the sudden change in the weather in the desert reached its climax at this moment, when the sun was scorching at noon, and the sand was like a hot pot. And at night, the ice is biting, the wind blows the sand, like ice edges, hitting the body, and the pain is not stopped.

An old man in a brocade robe squinted and dozed off, leaning on the camel's hump, his body swaying from side to side as the camel moved, but he was never really jolted down by the camel.

The camel was hung with a cloth sac containing ten different swords, and as the camel moved, the scabbards of the swords collided with each other and made a clanging sound.

The old man had a wine gourd tied around his waist, a gust of night wind blew, the old man's clothes shook sharply, and the camel also lowered his head and slowed down. The old man opened his eyes, there was a cloudy color in his eyes, he took the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and drank a sip of not very valuable muddy wine, and with the strength of the wine, his body finally warmed up.

Patting the camel under him, the old man took another sip of the wine in the gourd, and said with a smile: "Old man, it's coming soon, and then you will be free, but if you don't have me with the old man, I'm afraid your life will be more miserable." ”

The camel raised its head and let out a rare howl, and it walked forward against the night wind, as if with the old man's words, the wind and sand blocking the way were nothing.

The old man smiled and shook his head, he waved his left hand, and the wind and sand that was originally whistling from him actually took the initiative to separate in front of him, as if he was afraid of this strange old man and the camel, showing a vacuum area in front of the old man and the camel, where the wind and sand actively diverted and reunited behind the two.

Without the barrier of wind and sand, the camel's speed became happy again, and it jumped on all four legs together, and ran forward bummerally, faster and faster, and the saber in the cloth bag also kept colliding, making a very pleasant and cheerful dingdong sound.

The old man had a rosacea nose, red and big, he shook the wine gourd, listened to the sound of the wine shaking, then rubbed his nose and carefully put the wine gourd back on his waist.

"It's not much, it's going to be saved, everything is good in this black city, but there is nothing to eat and drink. ”

The old man looked up, only to see a black city has appeared in front of him, the world is the same color, the black city echoes the night from afar, if it is not for the moonlight to spread the light, it is really impossible to distinguish where is the night, where is the black city.

At this time, the gate of the black city suddenly opened, a man and a woman came out together, the man was dressed in white, and the woman was dressed in green clothes.

Behind them, eight hundred horsemen came out, each of the eight hundred horsemen held a big lance, dressed in black and white armor, from the city gate, they set up a battle, except for a hundred dressed in white armor elite standing quietly behind a man and a woman, the rest of the seven or eight horsemen directly rode forward, the big lance in the hand was on the side, the horse stepped on the thunder and moved, and the horizontal lance rushed with the momentum of thunder.

The old man still rode the camel step by step, and when there were still two miles left, he could feel the shaking of the ground, and he looked forward, only to see hundreds of cavalry running with lances, the cavalry was strong and magnificent, and rushed forward at a rapid pace, and the formation did not change at all. And looking at its murderous awe-inspiring and terrifying style, even if it has not really fought with it, it is worthy of the word strong soldier.

The speed of the camel became slower and slower, and at last it simply stopped, and let the old man drive it away, as if he was afraid of the rolling thunder created by the seven hundred cavalry, and the two front hooves fell directly to their knees, and their heads fell down, so frightened that they didn't even dare to face it.

The old man shook his head helplessly, and after scolding the coward, he raised his head and looked at the black city that was still two miles away, and finally sighed, he lowered his head and took off the wine gourd on his waist, shook the muddy wine, and after shaking it well, he took another sip, a trace of redness appeared on his cheeks, and he muttered: "Knowing that I am coming, is this to deliberately not fight with me?

The seven hundred cavalry were getting closer and closer, and the few horsemen led by them could almost see the wrinkles on the old man's cheeks, their eyes were cold, and their bodies were full of murderous intent, although they didn't know why the city lord made them obey the words of the strange man and woman, but since they submitted to the city lord, they never said a word to the city lord's orders.

Even if they let themselves die, they wouldn't frown, after all, without the city lord, they would have died a long time ago. This life is owed to the city lord!

So when the man ordered them to attack and kill this old man, who didn't seem to be the slightest threat, they didn't say a word of nonsense, and rode horses and took their lives.

The sound of horses and lances was completely unified at this moment, and all the knights who charged were carrying lances in one hand and riding horses with the other, and the horses were like rainbows, sweeping towards the old man on the camel.

Wind!

The sound of the wind!

Whistling up, the big lance is a heavy weapon, not physically strong, fierce and elite can not be used, the whole seven hundred soldiers of the big lance rises, and the mixed momentum is enough to make the timid and afraid of things directly scared to death.

It's just that in the face of this murderous aura and lance aura, the old man's face did not change at all, he slowly hung up the wine gourd, slapped the cloth bag with one hand, and a sword rose out of the sheath.

His name is Xie Donglong, and he was once the third strongest man in the world on the Dongsheng list, but he was knocked off the altar by a female generation ten years ago, and since then he has disappeared in Dongsheng Shenzhou. After experiencing the ups and downs of the world, seeing the warmth and coldness of the world, in the past ten years, I have realized a sword style every year, ten years have realized ten swords, and now I have returned with ten swords, which is to regain what belongs to me before returning to the loess.

"This sword is called Guanchao, which is the first year of the old man's observation of the tide in Dongzhou. ”

The old man's voice was not high, but more than 800 people, including Zhu Chenhuan and Xiao Sanniang, could hear it clearly.

The tide watching sword came out, everyone only felt that the ground was sensational and loud, the sound of the water was murmuring, and then roaring and surging, although the real water flow could not be seen, but the wild sand suddenly rose, behind the tide watching the sword, like the tide surging and falling, completely enveloping the seven hundred soldiers.

Only the sound of thumping was heard, and the big lance burst out of the air, and none of the cavalry was injured.

"This old man, is it just a huge momentum, and it is useless?"

There was a soldier on the horse, and he sneered at the blow that seemed to change the color of heaven and earth, but Zhu Chenhuan's expression was very solemn, he held the reins with both hands, and said: "The tide rises and falls, the tide is stronger than the tide, this is just the first tide." ”

Sure enough, the wild sand is like a tide, tide after tide, tide after tide, tide high and tide, and in the end, the sand tide is as high as nearly 100 zhang, just looking at it, it is enough to make people smell the color change, not to mention the highest momentum reached by one tide on top of one tide.

The last tide fell, and the momentum was earth-shattering, even the black city shook three times, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the earth shook the mountains.

And the 700 soldiers who rode their horses and only relied on the big lance to resist also lost nearly 100 after the tide fell.

Even the others, who were not covered by the wild sand, were pale, and their whole body momentum dropped again and again, and they automatically separated into two columns like the current of water meeting a reef, and only after rushing out of the storm did they stop.

Zhu Chenhuan squinted at the old man on the camel who was still smiling kindly, frowning slightly, but he still had no intention of making a move.

"Go on!"

Zhu Chenhuan said coldly, the remaining six hundred forbidden troops, at this moment, turned around and galloped away, the big lance in his hand was as black as ink, and he actually made a whimpering sound. (To be continued.) )