(a)

The vast yellow sand undulates with the wind as far as the eye can see, and the hills are all golden, lonely and silent, and there are no birds and insects, all desert hills. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this moment, a sharp hoof broke the endless loneliness and silence, getting closer and closer, moving wildly with the yellow sand in the sky, as if closely following a behemoth behind him, he fled in panic.

Suddenly, there seemed to be something moving rapidly with the sand in the flying sand, making people feel as if the wind was blowing the sand and swimming, gradually getting closer and closer to the fast horses coming from afar.

"Second uncle......" Xiaoshi cried timidly, his nose was sore, and his eyes overflowed with tears, and he fell quietly. Because of himself, many people have died in the 'Yellow River Valley', and those who don't think much of themselves in the first place will hate themselves because of this? Maybe it's because of their father, they don't dare to embarrass themselves in person, but they are afraid that the scolding will be even more ugly? Really, he doesn't want to go back to the 'Yellow River Valley', and he really hopes to follow Uncle Shen out of here.

"Don't worry, Xiaoshi, there is the second uncle, and soon we will meet with the one who came to meet us, and we will definitely arrive at the 'Yellow River Valley' safely." Zhao Qingshan comforted, his face was full of exhaustion, and his eyes were puzzled, what was the reason for their delay in responding in the future, could it be that something very serious and critical had happened in the 'Yellow River Valley'? This time the 'Yellow River Valley' encountered an unprecedented crisis, and I don't know how many people from the 'Xuanjiao' had come? What did they want from the 'Yellow River Valley'? Why did they cling to the 'Yellow River Valley'? All kinds of doubts came to his mind, and Zhao Qingshan was suddenly worried.

Suddenly, his eyelids jumped, his heart was frightened, he reached out and grabbed the long knife beside him, held up the small stone and jumped into the air, and in the blink of an eye, a red figure emerged from under the sand, the light blade was cold, and the horse that sat down screamed miserably, and fell in a pool of blood with a mournful cry, his legs had been cut off at the waist, and the blood spurted out, staining the yellow sand.

Dodging this fatal blow, Zhao Qingshan's eyes were red, and the quick knife in his right hand swung at the red-clothed man like a lightning flash, and the red-clothed man 'swished' into the sand like a groundhog and disappeared.

Zhao Qingshan held a small stone in one hand, and a long knife in the other, his nerves collapsed tightly, his eyes were round and angry, the sharp and snowy blade flashed with a clear light, and the great body was like a giant standing there, looking at all directions, listening to all directions, his eyes exuded a fierce and fierce momentum that looked at the world and gave up on me. Exhaled deeply, the breath in the dantian surged out, and in his body, hundreds of limbs and thousands of meridians flowed like lightning, his arms shook lightly, and his steps moved slowly, driving his body to rise like a goshawk, and his legs were volleying into the air, staggering forward.

At this moment, the surrounding yellow sand suddenly rolled up from the flat ground whirlwind, and one after another red figures jumped up from the yellow sand in all directions with a momentum that could not be concealed, their bodies were as sharp as lightning, as fast as meteors, and the sword light was ruthless, causing people to die, and the sword wind rubbed and waved in the air, making a piercing 'buzzing' sound. Zhao Qingshan waved the big knife in his hand, rolled up the thin loess in the sky and attacked the four directions, slashing down like lightning and thunder, with the power to pull out the mountain, suddenly the sword light and sword shadow, blood splashed, and the blood light stained the yellow sand, making the loess more bright and dazzling.

With a "whoosh", another red shadow appeared like a ghost, and the bright sword stared at him like a poisonous snake, the swords were staggered, clanging, bursting out of a strong air current, crisscrossing in an instant, the blade became heavier and heavier, and the sword light became more and more dense.

The blood light was dotted, the body was staggered, Zhao Qingshan's unyielding soul burst out with fierce anger, he didn't care about the cold stars in the sky, he didn't care about the blood-stained body, he shouted angrily, his breath rose sharply, he roared loudly, his heart followed the knife, an invisible force burst out, the knife light was more powerful, the power was more powerful, and he screamed between the waves, which seemed to echo with the master, heartily, dancing wildly, and hissing wildly.

The yellow sand roared, the sword light and sword shadows, and dozens of red figures drilled out of the yellow sand like snakes, surrounding Zhao Qingshan, moving like a ghost, revealing a pair of wolf-like ruthless and ruthless eyes under the black scarf, sharp as a sword, and the cold eyes were full of ruthlessness, viciousness, and indifference, but there was no trace of emotion. The red clothes were like blood, the sword was cold like a snake, and the ghostly figure frantically pounced on Zhao Qingshan, like a wolf seeing delicious food, like a drunkard seeing fine wine, like a pervert seeing a beautiful woman who fell into the city and the country, menacing, and acting like thunder.

Zhao Qingshan's eyebrows were solemn, he clenched the long knife with difficulty with one hand, and clutched the panicked small stone, if it weren't for the small stone beside him, he could naturally break out of the encirclement with one knife, but now there are more small stones, not only to maintain his safety, but also to guard against the other party's killing moves, it is naturally dangerous. Like outlaws, these people pounced on him with viciousness and ruthlessness, and pounced on him one after another like a pack of hungry sand wolves, staring at him hungrily, with a cold and murderous light in their eyes. Zhao Qingshan pointed to the ground on tiptoe, shuttling through the sword light with a small stone, and the heavy and calm big knife in his hand like a mountain slashed down fiercely, his body was up and down, flickering east and west, shooting like lightning, counterattacking sharply, the piece of mountain-like knife in his hand was like a whip of a trick, moving forward bravely, slashing down with an unstoppable aura, his figure skyrocketed, his robe bulged out, his hair stood up, his eyebrows were cold, he shouted loudly, the sound was like a shocking thunder, if the deafening drum sound went straight to the sky, the wind and sand roared wildly。

Countless red-clothed figures approached the ground, sometimes flying ghostly, sometimes spinning like windmills, and in an instant, countless cold blades pierced Zhao Qingshan's body through pieces of blades, taking away sword marks, blood splashed everywhere, splashing on the body and face of the little stone like a little plum blossom. Xiaoshi was so sad that tears kept falling, but he still bit his lips tightly, holding back the pain in his heart and not letting himself make a sound, he knew that if he cried, then the second uncle would definitely be distracted, so they were all dead!

Zhao Qingshan leaped up, his body was churning and rushing, and the knife in his hand was slashing fiercely, like the Yangtze River and the sea, floating and surging in the whistling loess hillside. The group of red-clothed men rushed forward without hesitation, waving their swords like rain, cold, cruel and sharp. Every time he took a life away with his sword, more people roared at him, like machines that had lost their lives and knew nothing but killing, rushing forward and rushing forward one after another. In the endless and crazy sword net, Zhao Qingshan's strength became weaker and weaker, his body and mind were a little powerless, the knife in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the blood flowed downward, staining the endless yellow sand, blowing with the wind, and burying the bloody sand.

Zhao Qingshan hugged the little stone tightly, grabbed the big knife in his hand tightly, and roared in his heart: "What about the person who answered? Why don't you come yet? Big brother, big brother, Qingshan can't support it anymore, I'm sorry for you, I can't keep the little stone?" He suddenly flew up again, roared, his heart was desperate, even if he died, I would drag you to hell, the knife in his hand slashed down frantically, a powerful overdraft force burst out of itself, forming a powerless hurricane, with a cold blade, dancing across the sky, Fang Yuan was invaded by this ruthless fierce knife qi, deafening, the wind and sand roared, and the loess exploded like a thunderbolt, like a thunderclap on the ground.

When the yellow sand spread out, dispersed, there was silence for a moment around, the blood between the yellow and clear sand was stained, and the corpses were all over the ground, Zhao Qingshan half-knelt on the ground, holding a small stone with one hand and supporting the ground with a knife with the other, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. But with a faint smile of relief on his lips, he finally killed all the enemies, and he finally realized the most powerful sword move, although he died a glorious death, he has no regrets in this life!

"Second uncle, second uncle......" Xiao Shi broke away from Zhao Qingshan's hand and cried in panic, shouting in surprise.

"Little Stone ......" Zhao Qingshan's body trembled and wanted to stand up slightly, but he staggered and sank, sighed, looked at the panicked little stone with regret, and his voice was weak, "I'm sorry...... Second Uncle...... Second Uncle can't send you ...... I'm sending you back to the 'Yellow River Valley', and the rest of the way is ...... It's all up to you...... Later...... You have to listen to your father...... Good...... Practice well...... You...... You tell your dad that Qingshan can't accompany ...... Accompany him, go first......"

Xiaoshi seemed to sense that Zhao Qingshan was about to leave, the originally strong and tall figure was much stiffer, his handsome face was extremely haggard, he had lost his luster, his hands and feet were getting colder and colder, and he couldn't help crying sadly.

(b)

Just as Xiao Shi was crying with a headache, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the desert: "Sure enough, it is worthy of being the second person in the 'Yellow River Valley', 'Crazy Knife', and he was able to escape his life in the 'dark', but it's a pity...... Quack, you're going to die soon! I'm sorry, we're going to take this kid away!" A gray figure appeared on the opposite side, with a rickety figure, gray hair, a thin face, and an expressionless face, and a body like a tanuki appeared silently! Then the sand clouds under the yellow sand around moved rapidly, and in an instant, countless people in red appeared, the same clothes and accessories, the same expressionless face, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, sharp and cold, forming a circle to surround the two.

Little Stone sat on the ground with trembling legs, and looked at them in panic, his eyes full of despair. Zhao Qingshan's eyes were full of anger, although his mouth and nose were also overflowing with blood, but his right hand still tightly held his beloved knife that cherished life, but the knife was now as heavy as a mountain, and the connection between them seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and suddenly his heart fell into even more despair.

The old man looked indifferently at Zhao Qingshan, who was struggling with life and death, as if looking at a mouse that had fallen into his claws, like meat on a chopping board, and said coldly: "Zhao Qingshan, don't do useless struggles, you hand over the child, maybe my old man will be merciful and let you go?"

Zhao Qingshan struggled to stand up with his last breath, his eyes were red, and he shouted angrily: "You want a child, unless you step on Zhao's corpse?"

The old man said coldly: "My old man saw that you are a loving and righteous person, and he let you go only if he is a hero, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!" His voice paused, and his brows sank, "Kill him, bring the child over, Gongzi can't wait anymore, don't let him fall into the hands of others, so as not to cause trouble." ”

When the words fell, the red-clothed people around him rushed up, the sword was like electricity, the light was like a rainbow, and the figure was like a ghost, and they pounced silently.

Suddenly, a powerful wind of yellow sand rushed like a soaring dragon, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with sand mist, and the sand mist condensed into a sword in the air, the momentum was swift and incomparable, and the sword shadows overlapped in thousands of times, misty, criss-crossed, like a sky net covering the fall, and the strong yellow sand was like a dense sword shadow that strangely blocked the sword of the rainbow. In an instant, a white figure flew up from the sand, and a touch of snow was bright and sharp, like a dazzling beam of light from the sky, and a galloping white dragon flew by, hissing wildly, and resolutely wound up faster, the blood was misty, silently taking away the fresh life.

"Who is it!" The old man's expressionless face rose in horror, and he shouted loudly, but in the blink of an eye, it was like a staggered time and space, and the old man's thin face was moved, and Zhao Qingshan's uncle and nephew were still standing well in the field, but his own people all fell silently, the sword broke and the person died, and even the sound was not made.

The sand mist dissipated, and a handsome young man with a graceful demeanor and extraordinary bearing stood beside Zhao Qingshan's uncle and nephew with a smile.

"Is it you?" the old man's face changed greatly, his eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief, this weak scholar, how could a young man he was extremely unoptimistic about appear here? Shouldn't he be in the "Wind and Sand Inn"? Or did he look away, his martial arts and momentum were not below him, or even higher, if the people of the "Wind and Sand Inn" couldn't stop him, then wouldn't Feng Sanniang be dangerous? The old man knew that he couldn't leave the three of them, and the task given to him by the son was only afraid that it had been lost, but it didn't matter, he stayed in Qingshan, he was not afraid of no firewood, it was better to have a life than no life, as long as they still had to go to the 'Yellow River Valley', there was still a way to take back the child. Immediately, the old man's figure flashed like a ghost, and he actually fled, and the speed was extremely fast.

Shen Yuan looked at the old man's fleeing figure with a smile, and did not chase after him, but a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "Maybe we will meet again soon." ”

"Uncle......" Xiao Shi saw Shen Yuan, as if he had seen the backbone of the Lord's heart, so he threw himself into his arms and cried with surprise and joy.

Zhao Qingshan's figure trembled and fell to the ground, with a pleased smile on his face, he trembled and stretched out his hand to grasp Shen Yuan's hand tightly, and gently moved his lips: "I...... I put small stones ...... I'll leave it to you, I can go with confidence!" When the words fell, he died of exhaustion, and his body fell to the ground crookedly. In fact, as early as when he sent the final blow at the cost of his life, his vitality was about to be extinguished, and he only insisted on it with an unyielding will, never letting the small stone fall into the hands of the strongman, and now that he saw Shen Yuan, the stone in his heart finally fell, and his wish was gone, so he was naturally willing to go with peace of mind.

Shen Yuan stretched out his hand and gently put it on his vein, sighing, sure enough, the meridians were broken, the vitality was gone, and he was powerless.

"Second uncle......" Xiaoshi couldn't help but pounce on him and cry out sadly, the cry tore his lungs, originally he thought that he had always been unsupportable in the second uncle and above, and he was strict and hated to himself, it turned out that everything was for his good, and hatred of iron was not steel. Now that I have seen my second uncle protect himself at the cost of his life, I finally understand this love, this love is heavy for him, and he will never forget it for the rest of his life! This person who protects him with his life, this man who values love and righteousness, finally made him understand what love is!

(c)

It is still the "Wind and Sand Inn", but it has lost the hustle and bustle of the past and the wanton noise of drinking wine, leaving only endless dead silence, and the thick smell of blood fills the entire inn.

"Feng Sanniang......" The old man broke in recklessly, but what he saw was a sea of blood and hell, Rao was that he couldn't help but be moved when he saw people living and died, and his face turned pale. Raising his head, the old man saw Feng Sanniang sitting on the ground in a daze, Xu was frightened crazy, his mouth was incoherent, his eyes were dull, although he was not dead, his soul was gone. The old man flew up the stairs, looked at the earthen wall behind him with keen eyes, a golden light was deeply embedded in it, the old man's thin hand turned into a sharp claw and slapped at the earthen wall, and took out the fist-sized gold from it, his eyes were surprised: "How can there be gold here, is it left by that young man?" Looking at the hell on earth in the inn, his heart beat violently, and his heart trembled, such a weak young man could have such great lethality, and the means were extreme and brutal, it was really unseemly. The old man looked at Feng Sanniang, fainted her, and sighed: "It seems that everything depends on the son!" Carrying her out of the inn like the wind, she disappeared in the yellow sand in an instant.

The "Wind and Sand Inn" of "Yellow River Town" was like a hell on earth for a while, and those who heard it were frightened and the listeners were terrified, and this place became a forbidden place.

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