red dust robbery

The ancient road is yellow sand, dust is flying, and blood is flying in the air.

Fang Jin, the commander of the forbidden army, suddenly felt unprecedented fear. A moment ago, the three hundred forbidden troops under his command had just surrounded the convoy in front of him.

But now, almost [-]% of the bodyguard team escorting the car were killed or injured, but there were not many [-] soldiers left in the imperial army.

Even he himself knelt on the dust involuntarily, with the broken sword supporting his body, and black and red blood gushed out of his mouth continuously.

He still maintained the last trace of sobriety, and looked at the black carriage in front of him with an unbelievable look.

The people in the carriage never showed their faces, and no one saw his attack clearly. In the blink of an eye, there were already corpses all over the field.

He just felt hit by a huge force, got up and made more than a dozen sword strikes, but he couldn't even get close to the curtain of the carriage, but was injured by the rebounding force, half kneeling on the ground and unable to move anymore.

A green whip struck across the air in front of him, he couldn't move a step, he just closed his eyes in resignation.

Suddenly there was a sword light hitting down in the air.

Fang Jin opened his eyes, but saw the young man in red jumping down from the sky, Zhanlu sword unsheathed, and pulled out the beautiful sword flower, the green whip was bounced back, and the negligence seemed to be irritated, the blue demon light flourished, rolled up Kuangsha, and then slammed it over again——

"Guard Zhan, be careful!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the long whip wrapped around Zhan Zhao's waist, threw him into the air, and then fell heavily on the ground.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out from the young man's mouth.

Nan Xia, who had experienced Jianghu for a long time, raised his head, his usually calm face finally showed a shocked expression.

"Commander Fang..." He frowned, and couldn't see his dying colleague in the distance, "What kind of school is this?"

"A crooked way!" Fang Jin resented, the lingering fear still lingering, "Zhan Zhao, you are no match for him, run for your life while you can still move!"

"Disregarding the lives of his colleagues and escaping alone, what Zhan Zhao did!"

Zhan Zhao struggled to get up, but when he saw flying sand and rocks, the long whip came in front of him and hit his chest in an instant. The moment he fell to the ground, the cyan light of the whip became brighter again, and the wind rumbled wherever it passed, bringing With an indescribably cold breath, it seemed to be full of strength, and it was thrown towards him fiercely.

That whip will surely kill someone.

There are no more southern knights in the world.

"Zhan Zhao—" Fang Jin stared blankly, unable to react other than shouting his name.

"Evil!" The woman's shout suddenly sounded in the air, "Don't be rude!"

In the midst of the wind and lightning, the three-foot green peak came through the sky, like a meteor chasing the moon, the sword's edge was like snow, flashing a threatening cold light, whistling towards the whip, only to hear a mournful cry in mid-air, and a cavity of hot blood splashed on the yellow sand, The whip was withdrawn as if in pain.

After a while, it seemed to be irritated again, there was a strange brilliance overflowing from the carriage, and suddenly a monster light shot out from the carriage and came towards them.

The woman holding the sword danced gracefully in emerald clothes, and her figure was flowing, blocking in front of the two wounded, with the long sword in her hand across her face, blocking the oncoming brilliance!

"Miss Ding!"

Zhan Zhao's horror was no different from that of Cai just now, and it was at this time that he saw clearly that what she was holding was Ju Que!

The three-foot green front suddenly burst into a snow-blue light, as if it was fighting against the demonic light in front of it, one ebbed and the other ebbed, and the stalemate was deadlocked.

As for the sword-wielding man, his delicate plain face looks very chilling under the sword light, and his hair is full of black hair flying in the fierce sword wind.

"Three-headed dragon." Ah Jiu gathered his consciousness, his eyes were like knives, "Now I can only look at yours!"

"Princess Nine, it's easy for you to say, my mana is suppressed by the sword spirit and I can't use it... I can resist it for a while!" seal……"

"Shut up!" Ah Jiu looked at him bitterly, "If you don't want your master to die, support me!"

The blade of the sword trembled and ignited brightly again.

Ah Jiu couldn't help sighing in her heart, if it wasn't for the fact that she is a mortal body and has no other magic weapon to protect herself, how could it be so difficult to deal with this little monster, and she can't even see its real body?

Zhan Zhao's astonishment has not dissipated.

He never knew that the ancient sword that had followed him for many years had such amazing power.

And where did you see the woman in front of her with her skirts flying and blocking her face?

In an instant, his consciousness began to blur——

"Yang Jian, the first thing that Kaitian Shenaxe did when it was born was to get rid of the great harm of you, the Three Realms!"

Whose family boy is this, who speaks righteously and is righteous, and who is the silver armor and black cloak, who is proud and independent, only indifferently facing the blade?

And who broke out of the forbidden ground, the mountains fell and the ground cracked, and the white clothes were as frightening as a bird, and stopped the knife and axe.

"You claim to be righteous and do justice for the heavens, but here you besiege a person with the power of a crowd. Is this also the way of a gentleman?"

"Among you, some are his life-and-death acquaintances, and some have fellowship with him, and have received his favor for thousands of years. Even if he deserves death, it's not your turn to do it!"

"I have been trapped in Kunlun for 300 years. I don't know the changes in this world. Just because of the righteousness of being a god and fellow robe that day, I also believe in his character... But you, with his friendship for thousands of years, don't you even have basic trust?"

……

Enough is enough, Jiu!!

Who cut her off, and who is Ah Jiu?

Who is that boy?

The young man flew towards Huashan Mountain with an axe, and who fell in the woods, with blood and tears in his celestial eyes?

It was a woman in white standing in front of her, her eyes were filled with grief and pity, and she finally sat down cross-legged, condensing a beam of light between her brows and injecting it into the golden eye lines.

The magic ax splits through Huashan Mountain, and the landslides and ground sinks, and the brilliance suddenly appears, leaving nothing.

The feeling of dizziness made Zhan Zhao unable to open his eyes, and the heaviness in his chest seemed to be heavier than before. He supported his body with the sword pillar, but he couldn't restrain his violent panting.

As if sensing his emotional fluctuations, Ju Que seemed to have begun to increase his strength, exuding a stern aura faintly, as if he had sensed something, the woman's eyes were sharp, she jumped up, raised her sword and slashed down!

Lightning and Flint, the meeting of wind and cloud.

The demon light disappeared without a trace, and there was a scream in the carriage, and a puff of smoke dispersed, and there was no trace.

Ah Jiu was about to chase, but knew that he had no strength left, so he just drew his sword and stood still in the dust, and turned around to look at the man's injuries: "Zhan Zhao..."

Zhan Zhao struggled to get up, but he didn't have the strength to lean against her arms. He stared blankly at her for a long time, but finally closed his eyes slowly as if he was extremely tired.