Out of the jade gate in the west, reckless yellow sand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe remnant sun is like blood, blocking the end of the world. Qian Qingjian once again walked on the Silk Road.

Although this is not the first time to walk in the vast desert, Qian Qingjian can still feel the insignificance and humility of human beings in front of nature.

The Martial Arts Supreme could not reduce the threat of the desert either. In the desert, the Martial Arts Supreme had to die without water and food, and when the quicksand and storms were raging, the Martial Arts Supreme could only flee from the wind.

Occasionally, when he turned around, he saw a group of travelers behind him, and in his field of vision, several black dots on the eastern horizon were beating slightly, large and small, and they were too far away to be clearly identified.

He stopped, trying to wait for the caravan to get closer, to see who it was, but unexpectedly, after the caravan had walked a little way to his side, it also stopped. The feeling to him is that if you don't go, we won't go.

He sneered and said to himself, "Pretending to be a ghost." He lifted his feet and moved on. As a result, he suddenly lost interest in the group behind him, and he had no idea of turning around and rushing over to investigate. In this desert, he Qian Qingjian is afraid of the sky and the earth, but he is not afraid of humans and animals. If you want to play, I'm not interested in playing with you, as long as you dare to approach, you will die ugly.

He continued to walk west, as long as he walked out of this desert, the White Camel Mountain was already in sight, as long as he reached the vicinity of the White Camel Mountain, then Guangming Ding and Ivy Chun Yu would not be far away.

Occasionally, when he climbed the sand dunes and looked back, the group of travelers followed him again, maintaining a distance of more than ten miles, and followed him.

However, when he turned back this time, his face changed.

Because he could no longer see the blue sky in the east, that sky was already covered by a dark and scorched smoke screen! In the first line of smoke from south to north, there were dozens of black pillars of wind that were spinning! This is not the rolling dust of thousands of troops, this is a dry tornado!

Dry tornado, that is, the tornado formed in the desert and Gobi and other landforms, and often dozens of wind pillars appear at the same time, the wind pillars will roll the sand and gravel in the desert into the air of more than ten zhang or even hundreds of zhang, forming a rotating pillar of sand and dust.

Even if you are not killed by someone or something in the dust column, you will not survive if you are swept into the air and fall down.

Of course, there are also those who are thrown out by centrifugal force when they are rolled up to a height of a few zhang in the dust column, so there is a glimmer of life, but there is no one in a hundred in this case.

Qian Qingjian has walked the Silk Road many times, and it is not the first time he has seen this kind of dry tornado, but there has never been a time when this dry tornado is so close to him.

As soon as he changed his face, he saw that the dry tornado had swallowed up the brigade more than ten miles away, and it was rushing towards him at a rapid pace, this was dozens of dry tornadoes from south to north rushing towards him at the same time, there was no time to dodge south and north, and he could only rush westward.

How fast does a dry tornado move? In a single exhale and a breath, it can move a hundred zhang! Its speed is not as fast as the speed of the loose ball that Qian Qingjian hit with his iron fingers, but it is much faster than Qian Qingjian's speed of running with light skills.

At a distance of more than ten miles, it only took ten breaths to scrape Qian Qingjian's side. And in the time of ten breaths, how far can Qian Qingjian run west? It's only one and a half miles, and that's it, it's still the speed on hard ground, and he can't run so fast on sand! That is to say, after he runs a maximum of twelve breaths, he will be caught up by a dry tornado.

"You can't be so unlucky, right? God can't get used to me, the supreme martial arts master?" Qian Qingjian ran for his life so frantically for the first time in his life, this bitter complaint echoed in his mind, but he didn't have time or plan to look back.

If you can't run away, it's all destined.

Unfortunately, God did not take care of this world-famous martial arts supreme, and after eleven breaths, Qian Qingjian's vision lost its effect.

There was no sky, no earth, only a dark grit that made him close his eyes and make the skin on his face slightly painful.

The last effort! Try to blast out a dozen moves of the Angry Tide Iron Palm, the Flame Knife, and the One Vein Divine Sword, and use them in turn! However, this palm power that can sweep through hundreds of martial arts masters on the ground is useless in a strong cyclone with a diameter of more than ten zhang. Some of the gravel may have been redirected by the force of his palm, but the tornado as a whole has not changed.

As he threw his punches and kicks, he felt his feet leave the soft sand, and his body spun like a piece of paper in an irregular motion, rising and rising.

And his heart was sinking, sinking, "It's over, this life is really his grandmother's grievance!" This was his last lament, and he gave up continuing to move, because the diameter of the upper part of the dry tornado was much larger than the part close to the ground, and waving his palm in such a cyclone would not help at all.

"Maybe only the martial arts of the Shattered Void can resist this dry tornado, right?"

There was no fear, but there was nothing there could be. My fate is up to me.

In the feeling, the body rose to a fairly high height, and it was impossible to tell whether the height was a few zhang, a dozen zhang, or dozens of zhang. Because he was lifted into the air in an irregular posture, he was swept around in a circle, and he remembered a total of forty-three circles, but it was impossible to calculate how high his body was from the ground due to these forty-three circles.

Of course, he's now on the forty-fourth turn.

His face was still slightly aching from the grit, and his eyes still couldn't be opened.

Suddenly, he felt an object coming at him from above, the object was spinning in the same direction as him, but it was in a state of falling, and it was not fast enough to hit him. Although there is a lot of sand in his ears, his hearing is still there, and he still has the ability to hear the wind discernment.

In the end, it is unpredictable whether it will fall to death, and it can't be just stoned to death by other people or animals in such a daze?

As soon as the thought flashed, he immediately slapped upward, which was the move of the Iron Palm Divine Skill, "Heavenly King Tota".

This move, he mixed the dragon capture gong to send out, if he can stop this thing from continuing to smash down at the first time, he is not ready to smash or flatten this thing, because it is very likely to be a person.

"Hmmm!" When the palm force touched, Qian Qingjian already understood that this was a person, and this person had been injured by his palm power, so he immediately changed the palm power to the power of capture and control, and captured this person to his side. I grabbed it, but I grabbed a lump of softness.

It's a woman!

Qian Qingjian felt a wave of guilt in his heart, and took the woman into his arms, and the two of them merged into one, still spinning rapidly in the dry tornado.

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