Under the sunset, wind and sand were everywhere in the desert. The thin sand hit any exposed parts of the body, causing a stinging pain like a knife cut.

The temperature suddenly dropped, and a stream of white air spurted out from the camel's mouth and nose, but they were still walking tirelessly.

Such a camel caravan is so lonely and desolate in the dark desert.

Above my head is the brilliant starry sky, like a big bell hanging upside down, covering the earth. In the distance, the starry sky and the desert meet, and there should be the end of the desert.

At the coldest moment, the camel caravan stopped, and at the most tired moment, it finally stopped.

This is a tall sand mountain, probably dozens of feet tall, black and black, like a majestic general standing under the night sky.

Similarly, it is a good shelter.

The Hu merchants shouted and blew off the camel. They didn't know what method they used to easily untie the camel and formed a circle. A bonfire was lit in the circle, and a large iron pot, mutton, pepper, pepper and salt were hung on it, and the red flames licked/licked/bottom of the pot.

In less than a while, a scent of mutton mixed with various seasonings scents emanated. For those who had been marching on a hunchback for a day, this temptation was irresistible.

Yi Dingjia took off the bowls and chopsticks from his hunchback and sat around Feng Shuzhu and the Hu Shangs without any politeness. You just chopsticks, I kept picking up the mutton from the pot and eating them. Everyone had almost no communication, and they were staring at the mutton in the pot, as if they were afraid that they would eat less as soon as they spoke. In such a cold desert late at night, drinking two sips of pot-burning knife-like spirits is really more comfortable than being a god.

The camels finally lie down and kneel quietly on the sand, which is a real rest.

After drinking and eating, the Hu people left in groups of three or three, walked to the camel, leaned up, wrapped their clothes tightly, and fell asleep as soon as they closed their eyes.

Feng Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia stayed by the fire for a while, and watched the flames gradually fade, searching around, but couldn't pick up the added firewood, so they returned to the camel, leaned on the camel like a Hu man, and sat on the sand.

Looking up at the starry sky, the silence is surprisingly quiet. This situation will definitely make people recall the past or imagine the future, but Yi Dingjia snores as soon as he sat down.

Feng Shuzhu turned his head to look at him, smiled bitterly, shook his head gently, and looked at the deep starry sky. As the camel caravan walked all day, although he had never liked flying with swords, he was a little worried about the vast desert to find Tan Wen's hiding place. And where is the rumored Heavenly Prison? Shui Lingyue and Grandma Duan will come to this desert, and where is it at this moment? As for Qing'er, it shouldn't be in the desert, and I don't know that Xiaojiu didn't find her again... All kinds of thoughts flashed one by one, like the stars that kept flashing in the night sky, which made people a little obsessed and difficult to understand.

The bonfire had already been extinguished, and the air was still filled with the fragrance of onions and ginger, without a trace of wind. On such a night, everything in the desert seemed to faint.

That night, Yi Dingjia, not far away, snored like thunder and slept very sweetly, while Feng Shuzhu did not sleep. He paid attention to the whole night, but the Hu people were not abnormal. They were all thinking about resting. He even suspected that he was too suspicious.

In the following days, the camel caravan was always the same day.

Feng Shuzhu seemed to have seen the rising and setting sun in the desert, wind and sand, scorching sun, and cold, and it was also related to everything around him, but his mind was still clear. After counting, he probably had been in the desert for more than a thousand miles. He was a practitioner, and he could still persist, but every time he rested at night, he could see that Yi Dingjia seemed to be a little exhausted due to his age. He fell to rest when he stopped, but when he set off, he was often the last one to get up, and his face was particularly tired.

Feng Shuzhu asked quietly several times, but Yi Dingjia could hold on with his words. He would definitely not give up easily when he got rich.

On this day, while the camel caravan was moving, an eagle flew from afar, hovering in the sky, and followed the camel caravan for a long time. Feng Shuzhu saw the Hu people looking up from time to time, staring at the eagle, and sometimes shouting, as if they wanted to drive it away. However, the eagle ignored it, hovered in front of the camel caravan, and then followed behind the camel caravan. It seemed that something attracted it. The Hu people turned aside and began to speak in a gusto.

Feng Shuzhu didn't understand what they were saying, but Yi Dingjia suddenly spoke behind him: "They are discussing how to deal with this eagle."

Feng Shuzhu looked up at the eagle, as if it was just a little bigger than the eagle in the Central Plains, and there was nothing special about it, so he said lightly: "A eagle, what's the fuss about it?"

Yi Dingjia lowered his voice and said, "Young Master Feng doesn't know that eagles eat dead objects, and in the desert, eagles represent death."

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he looked up at the eagle again, and saw that it was still hovering tightly above the camel caravan, making a loud cry from time to time, shocking the sky and striking the hearts.

At this time, a man of Hu rode on a camel, took out a bow and arrow, and shot three arrows in a flash. Three sharp arrows flashed with silver light and arrived almost at the same time. The eagle had a bunch of wings, trying to avoid sharp arrows, but its wisdom was not as good as that of humans after all, so he only avoided the first one, but the two arrows shot from the back penetrated its neck and body at the same time.

Feng Shuzhu couldn't help but exclaim: "Good arrow technique!"

When the Hu man saw the shot, he jumped off the camel with agility, ran up quickly, picked up the eagle that was shot down, looked around, pulled down the arrow, digged a hole in the sand with his hands, and buried the eagle.

When the other Hu people saw it, the worries on their faces were swept away and they all smiled, as if they had just won a victory.

As they entered the desert, the Hu people became more and more likely to act. They no longer remained silent. They would pay attention to the wind and Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia from time to time, and then whispered to each other.

The night falls again.

The deeper the night, the heavier the colder the deeper the desert.

The Hu people surrounded the camels in a circle again, lit the bonfire, and seemed to be the usual, hanging up the iron pot and cooking mutton, but the delicate Feng Shuzhu found that the Hu people were holding the hilt of the scimitar in one hand, no matter what they did, like a marching soldier who was waiting for the sword.

Feng Shuzhu exchanged glances with Yi Dingjia, and Yi Dingjia nodded, so he said, "I'm going there for convenience." He said and pointed behind the sand dune.

Feng Shuzhu took a look and naturally saw that it was a perfect hidden place. Yi Dingjia was here. If something happened, he was afraid that he would still take care of him. He was inevitably distracted, so he nodded calmly.

Sure enough, after Yi Dingjia disappeared in the sand dune, the Hu people looked at each other, and then gathered together with scimitars, unbuttoned their masks while walking, showing sinister and vicious smiles.

Feng Shuzhu was still wearing Hu's clothes and sat next to the fire, not seeming to notice the danger, and was still staring at the rolling lamb in the pot.

The Hu people stopped at the same time less than five feet away from Feng Shuzhu. One of them rushed forward and instantly pulled out the scimitar. A white light flashed and slashed straight towards Feng Shuzhu, who was unprepared. He thought he could succeed in one blow, but he couldn't look closely and saw that he actually cut the air with one sword.

Feng Shuzhu was still sitting not far from the machete, eating mutton.

The Hu man was stunned and turned to look at the other people. The people didn't seem to understand why, so another Hu man pulled out a scimitar like lightning and slashed Xiang Feng Shuzhu, but he didn't know that he was also slashing in the air. Even so, the Hu man did not react because he met a master, but was angry and pulled out the scimitar at the same time. He saw a cold light and chopped towards Feng Shuzhuzhu.

I thought I would chop Feng Shuzhu into meat paste this time, but Feng Shuzhu sat down and floated ten feet away before she moved. Several Hu people saw it clearly this time, but they still did not stop. Instead, they shouted, holding up a scimitar and chasing them. The originally silent desert was filled with killing sounds. How could they know that the seven cold scimitars were helpless to a weak scholar. Not to mention hurting people, they could not even touch their clothes.

The Hu people had no choice but to stop, look at each other, and then muttered a few words.

Feng Shuzhu stood quietly aside. He thought these Hu people would retreat when they saw the difficulties, but he expected that the few people had just finished their communication, and they held up their scimitars and rushed over viciously.

Feng Shuzhu frowned and shook her head, thinking that since you are so uninterested, you may have to suffer some trouble. So he moved his figure and bullied him to the side of a Hu man, stretched out his two fingers, and pointed his wrist gently. The man felt his wrist numb, and the scimitar in his hand was removed from his hand, brushed the ground, and inserted it into the sand. The other Hu men were stunned, and only heard a few "swoosh swish" sounds, and he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and his wrists were numb, and the scimitar took off his hands.

When he looked up again, Feng Shuzhu was still standing there, as if he had never moved before. The Hu people each held their numb wrists, looking at me and I looked at you.

Feng Shuzhu thought that it was over, but how could the Hu people talked for a long time and picked up the scimitars on the sand again. The seven people lined up, facing him, and sacred the scimitars in their hands into the air at the same time. The seven scimitars actually interlaced to form a knife array, flying over the Hu people's head, emitting a cold light.

Feng Shuzhu looked up at the sky and said lightly: "It turns out that there are small techniques to practice. If an ordinary mortal encounters this, he will definitely die. If you don't get rid of you today, you will be a disaster to the desert!" After saying that, he grew up and flew into the air. His cuffs lit up, and the immortal sword was already in his hand.

The Hu people were obviously taking a gamble, each showing vicious eyes, moving forward from behind, holding the shoulders of the previous people, secretly using their power, and secretly taking action. The man in front led the sword formation.

Feng Shuzhu naturally understood that these Hu people gathered the power of seven people in one place and launched a fatal blow to themselves.

I saw that the sword array turned into a size of about acres under the urgency of Taoism, lying across the desert, rolling forward, and the huge force rolled up the yellow sand to the sky. When I encountered some small sand dunes protruding from the ground, they rolled into flat ground in the blink of an eye! Its power was really terrifying.

Yi Dingjia, who was hiding in the dark, was so scared that he started a cold war when he saw this situation, and his teeth were giggling. He really didn't expect that these Hu people who looked like merchants would practice this extraordinary technique.

Looking at Feng Shuzhu again, he just held the fairy sword in his hand and kept flying backwards, as if he was very afraid of the power of the sword formation.

Crescent moon, starry sky, desert, sword formation, yellow sand all over the sky.

The intention of killing is overwhelming.

Just when the Hu people were proud, they suddenly saw the wind and sparse bamboo turning into a fluorescent light, and the meteor flew down like a moon. The swords were dotted, passing through the sword formation and rushed towards them.

The leader Hu was shocked, opened his eyes widened, and hurriedly directed the sword formation to retreat, but where was the hurry?
Chapter completed!