You all chase the heroine? I married that devil woman.

The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, passing through the Tianmen Pass. (A random adaptation of Li Bai's Guanshan Yue)

Daqian-Tianmen Pass!

The towering city walls are full of traces of wind and sand, and the flags of Daqian dance wildly against the wind and sand.

The towers hidden in the wind and sand are spliced ​​together in an asymmetrical posture. If you squint and look closely, you will see a hideous sword mark extending along the tower to the bottom of the city wall.

It is rumored that the sword saint Pei Wen traveled from east to west, and was stopped by the general guarding the Tianmen Pass when he passed by.

"I heard that you are the only sword saint in the world. If it were you, how would you break this world's first pass!"

Pei Wen left a sword and left in a chic manner. In the next few years, his sword intent will always remain in this world's first pass.

No craftsman in the world dared to risk his life to repair the tower against the sword intent of the sword saint, so this wonder was left behind.

Since then, this sword has once again shaken the world, attracting countless swordsmen and knights to come here to observe and comprehend.

"Today's wind is so strong, bah bah."

After spitting out two mouthfuls of sand, the lieutenant couldn't help but narrow his eyes after climbing up the city wall. For some reason, his right eye twitched violently today. Could it be that the stable was blown down by the strong wind again?

"Woo woo woo..."

A black shadow quickly shuttled through the wind and sand on the Gobi Desert in the distance. The screams of thousands of people overwhelmed the whistling of the wind and sand, which was infinitely desolate.

"Tread..."

The black shadow suddenly stopped, and the chasing wind and sand blew the black robe "crackling".

"Hehe, little mouse, you have followed me all the way, why don't you come out?" The duck-like voice was hoarse, and he spit out words with force, like crying and laughing, and the sound was extremely unpleasant.

A small mound of earth suddenly rose on the sand.

The small earth mound broke open, and a petite figure jumped out and landed steadily.

"Bah, old thing, you are so shameless. If I hadn't deliberately revealed my breath, could you have sensed it? I tell you! I have followed you since you left the Never-Sleeping City!"

Zishu pointed at the old man crying and said in a fierce voice.

Such a hiding method is unheard of.

The old man crying was surprised, and his old face, which was as dry as tree bark, looked worse and worse.

The little girl in front of him was only in the Transcendent Realm. If she dared to show up and face him, she would be sending herself to death, unless...

(Realm: No Stream, 321 Stream, Transcendent Realm, Mysterious Realm, Free Realm, Heavenly Martial Realm, Divine Wandering Realm)

In the wind and sand, four figures surrounded the old man crying from far to near.

"Sigh, goodbye, old thing!" Zishu stuck out his tongue, gave the old man crying an international gesture, turned around and hid under the sand.

"Oh no..."

The wrinkles on the face of the crying old man were so ugly that they almost squeezed together. The auras of the four opponents were very strong, and one of them was even stronger than him.

As the left protector of the Demon Cult, he had at least 800 enemies in the world. Being chased or ambushed was commonplace. This time was the most difficult one he encountered.

"May I ask who you are? If I have offended you before, please forgive me."

"I am willing to use a Tianxue Canghua and a superior magic technique to make amends!"

The crying old man cupped his hands and spoke respectfully.

Quiet!

Except for the sound of wind and sand, everything was terribly quiet.

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly, a figure moved, and the phantom of a golden tiger emerged as he jumped up. The tiger moved with him, and stepped down like a tiger descending the mountain, with a fierce momentum.

Not good! Can't fight hard!

This is the most golden and yang energy, which just restrains the martial arts he is practicing!

The old man crying and sad had almost no hesitation, twisting his body to dodge under this terrifying pressure.

"Boom!"

He stepped into the air, and the shock wave stirred outward with the tiger claw as the center, raising a sand wave several meters high.

The sharp arrows rang, and three killing arrows tore through the sand waves and went straight to the head of the old man crying and sad.

The palm of grief!

The purple big palm phantom slapped the sand waves in front of it to meet the sharp arrows.

The palm and arrows intersected.

The old man crying and sad felt a chill in his heart, two sharp arrows destroyed the big palm, and there was only one left, hide!

"Swish!"

The sharp arrow almost passed by his face and tore off a piece of his skin. Half of his dry face was instantly stained with the black blood stain, and it was as hideous as a hell devil.

Embarrassed!

He is now extremely embarrassed!

Regardless of the pain, the crying old man shook his black robe and fled ten meters away.

Countless gun shadows fell from the sky, blowing up a cloud of dust.

Big demon-suppressing stick!

Before the crying old man could stand firmly, a long stick came down from the sky.

Where did this stinky monk come from? !

The crying old man was already cursing in his heart, this was clearly the demon-suppressing stick method of those bald donkeys.

The ghost energy of the netherworld gathered in his palm, and he took the stick hard!

"Bang!"

The palm and the stick collided.

The crying old man suddenly clampedLong stick, fierceness in his eyes, left hand gathered strength again.

Sorrowful palm!

Golden tiger leaps over the stream!

Wrapped in golden true energy, Tiger Tiger instantly arrived between the two and punched out.

"Roar!"

The shadow of the golden tiger roared, and the ghost energy of the netherworld dissipated.

The old man crying and sad was furious, and a mouthful of seventy-year-old blood spurted out and flew backwards.

"Puff!"

Another killing arrow accurately tore off a dry palm.

After rolling several times on the ground, the old man crying and sad supported himself on the ground with one hand, staggering to get up from the ground. His breath was not weak, but rising step by step, and invisible waves of air rolled up the sand and dust in all directions.

Tiger Tiger raised his hand to stop Monkey Shen and Sheep Wei who wanted to move forward.

"He ate the Hidden Dragon Pill, and will be in a state of rampage within an incense stick. You retreat."

"Wuma!"

Wuma, wearing a black golden cloud hat, did not reply. He silently drew out a killing arrow and put it on the bow, condensing all his energy on the tip of the arrow.

"Kill you, I will kill you hahahahaha!!!"

The tattered black robe fluttered wildly, and the old man crying and sad had bloodshot eyes, like a madman.

Long rainbow pierced the sun!

The killing arrow that turned into a red light penetrated the old man's eyebrows without any hindrance.

"Boom!"

The energy condensed by the sharp arrow exploded, and black rags fluttered all over the sky.

"He died so soon?" Weiyang lowered the tip of the gun and looked a little surprised.

Yinhu frowned, his eyes were stern and he said in shock: "Not good! It's a golden cicada escaping from its shell! Chase it!"

Thousands of meters away.

A smooth and tender shed skin body was running wildly in the Gobi Desert with its buttocks bare.

Run! Run! Run!!!

As long as he runs back to the Never-Sleeping City, he still has a chance of survival!

He was entrusted with an important task before leaving the Never-Sleeping City, and the Lord Sect Leader will definitely save him!

He must survive! He will tear all those bastards who ambushed and killed him into pieces!

And that damn little girl, he will make her head into a wine vessel!

While running wildly, the crying old man vaguely saw a figure flashing towards him in the wind and sand.

Who is it? !

In this direction, could it be a master sent by the Never-Sleeping City to carry out a mission? !

He is saved!

The hope of life ignited, and the pace of his feet quickened a little.

When he ran closer, the crying old man saw the bronze beast mask on the man's face and couldn't help but be startled.

Who is this? Is there such a person in the Never-Sleeping City?

The wind and sand blew on his face, and at this moment, everything around him seemed to be slowed down ten times, twenty times, or even a hundred times!

The man wearing the bronze beast mask had already passed by him.

"Ka..." The crisp sound of the knife being put away was heard.

Yin Zai continued to walk towards Tianmen Pass.

Drops of black blood fell on the sand.

The steps of the crying old man became slower and slower, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

"Half-step divine travel..."

A body split into two parts rolled down the sand dune and was slowly buried by the wind and sand.