Great Dao Ji

Jiufujie is a vast territory. If someone travels all over the world in one day, he can experience spring, summer, autumn and winter.

It is snowing heavily in the middle of winter in Feng, Qing, Liang, You and other states, and the ice is biting, but in Yunzheng, there is a gentle spring breeze in the states south of Jian.

But in the extreme western desert, it was as hot as summer.

Mozhou is located on the border of Dafeng, separated from Dayan Kingdom by the vast sea. There are many border guards and numerous checkpoints blocking the entire desert.

Huhu~~~

Amid the strong wind carrying a strong heat wave, a caravan trudged through the wind and sand.

This caravan was very large, with hundreds of camels and horses, loaded with goods, food, and water. Most of the people carried knives and swords, and they obviously had martial arts skills.

In the hot wind and sand, everyone is wrapped in a white scarf and veil to prevent the wind and sand from entering.

Due to the complex terrain of Mozhou, the imperial court could rarely reach it, and the extremely high profits of the transactions between Dafeng and Dayan led to the breeding of countless horse bandits and thieves in this harsh environment.

All merchants go together in groups, and small merchants who are alone are often buried in the wind and sand, swallowed up by the heaven and the earth, or by the hearts of the people.

"Brother Zhao, the wind and sand are very strong. Is there going to be a storm?"

A tall man with a heavy sword on his back walked to the front and asked an old man.

The old man was thin, wearing a gray gown, and his face without a turban and a scarf had a hint of yellowish color.

The old man's name was Zhao Mulian, and he was the leader of this improvised caravan. Everyone was convinced by his experience in Mozhou for decades.

Hearing this, he looked at the sky and shook his head slightly:

"Although the wind and sand are not small, the sky does not look like a storm is coming. But just in case, we should be more careful. Calculate the distance. There should be an inn ahead. When you get there, let's rest for the night."

Zhao Mulian felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

In the past year, Mozhou has not been peaceful. It is said that it is related to the fight between two big figures in the world. Many martial arts people have entered Mozhou.

Although these martial arts people have killed many bandits, they themselves are also extremely dangerous beings.

"It's okay. I've been walking for these days and there is sand in my nose and eyes. It's time to take a rest."

The big man's expression softened.

Although he had internal strength, he was still a little tired after walking in the wind and sand for many days.

"Old Wang, please go down and don't panic when you get to the inn. Although Hanlong Inn has a bad reputation, as long as you have enough money, there won't be any big problems."

Zhao Mulian gave another instruction:

"Remember, when you get there, don't cause trouble. Mozhou is not peaceful these days."

"Don't worry."

Wang Chang responded with a smile. He had walked on this road several times, so naturally he didn't understand everything.

"After this trip, I will settle in Dayan and never take this Mozhou trade road again. I hope this journey will be peaceful."

Zhao Mulian sighed deeply.

There is no safety at all on the Mozhou Commercial Road. Even if you walk it ten times or a hundred times, it will not be much different from the first time you walk it.

Compared with the harsh environment, the scariest thing is the people.

Although he is a veteran, he doesn't necessarily have the confidence in his heart.

Huhu~~~

Not long after walking, his expression suddenly changed, and the camels around him began to become restless.

"Haha! You guys, please stop!"

Suddenly, a roar rolled through the wind and sand, the sound wave was huge, and in an instant, the entire caravan was boiling.

Zhao Mulian's expression changed.

I saw wind and sand rolling not far away, and a group of people came on horseback, splashing sand and dust at an extremely fast speed. As the words echoed, they were already like a fan in front of the entire caravan.

That group of people were all riding tall horses and carrying cold scimitars. The leader was a bald and burly man.

Amid the wind and sand, his upper body was naked and covered with scars. At a glance, he could only feel murderous intent.

"Seventy Thieves Chasing the Wind!"

"It's a horse thief, it's a horse thief!"

"The Seventy Thieves Chasing the Wind, my God, how did we meet them?"

The entire caravan suddenly boiled, and everyone drew their swords, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Horse bandits are everywhere in Mozhou, and Zhuifeng Seventy Thieves are among the most famous horse thieves. According to legend, they are ferocious in nature and have no fixed abode. They wander in the vast sea all day long. Almost all the horse teams they encounter are No one can escape.

Even if you hand over all the goods, you will be tortured and killed, and you will leave only after you are satisfied.

Other horse thieves only want wealth, but this horse thief not only wants wealth, but also his life!

This is why they panic.

"Hahaha! These idiots actually draw their swords, it's so interesting!"

There was a loud laugh among the horse thieves.

Soon, the horse thieves had gathered around. Their number was only a quarter of the caravan, but everyone in the caravan looked panicked.

"It turns out to be Leader Wei!"

Zhao Mulian stood at the front, his face darkened when he saw the person coming.

"You know me, why don't you hand over all your money and goods!"

The bald man's scimitar grazed his scalp, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

"Delusion! There are only a few dozen of you, and you are really fighting. I don't know who will die and who will live!"

Someone couldn't help but shouted loudly, drew his sword and urged his horse forward:

"Brothers, fight them!"

"How brave."

The bald man laughed ferociously.

"Leader Wei, don't do anything!"

Zhao Mulian's expression changed drastically, and he immediately wanted to stop him, but how could he do so in time?

The bald man laughed grimly and rode over, swinging his scimitar with a flash of light, sweeping across the ten-foot sand.

He chopped the man who made the noise into two pieces, both with his scimitar and his sword.

The bloody smell rose to the sky.

The bald man got off his horse and stood up: "You little brats, if you know what's good for you, kneel down and beg for mercy immediately. Grandpa will be happy, and you may still be alive!"

"Ah! You deserve to die!"

Wang Chang roared and was about to draw his sword, but was held back by Zhao Mulian.

"Captain Wei!"

Zhao Mulian's face twitched: "Our gold and silver, plus goods, camels and horses, are at least 13,000 taels of silver. If you want it, we can give it all to you!"

Amid the voices of Wang Chang and others trying to stop him, Zhao Mulian gritted his teeth and said, "But you can't kill anyone, otherwise, we will fight you to the death!"

With the last sentence, Zhao Mulian exerted his strength, shaking the wind and sand, causing the faces of all the horse thieves to change.

He has been traveling in Mozhou for decades. Although he has no reputation, his kung fu is not weak.

"So, there are masters."

The bald man's face also changed slightly, but in an instant he gave a cold and murderous grin:

"But who do you think you are? How dare you bargain with me, your grandfather!"

"Hahaha!"

The bald man urged his horse forward, his scimitar raised, flashing a cold light under the scorching sun:

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

With an order, dozens of tall horses moved together, and dozens of horse thieves drew their swords in unison, waving a forest of swords.

The whole caravan was submerged in an instant.

"Fight! Fight them!"

Zhao Mulian saw the bloody smell in the wind and sand, his eyes immediately turned red, and he pushed Wang Chang away:

"Brother Wang, take Tianfeng and run!"

After a roar, he jumped ten feet away, and the two short knives on his sleeves swung out a sword light, and met the bald man who was riding a horse and waving a knife.

"Brother Zhao!"

Wang Chang's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to draw his sword and rush to kill.

But he still gritted his teeth, turned around, picked up a crying child in the camel team, and rushed up, risking being cut by a knife to knock the horse thief off the horse, and rode away wildly.

"Old man is quite brave!"

The bald man swung his scimitar, cutting through the knife light coming from the front, and fought with Zhao Mulian.

His martial arts was much higher than that of Zhao Mulian. Even though Zhao Mulian fought hard, after more than ten moves, he still had his arm cut off by a knife.

Another knife, the head flew away, and the blood was scattered in the yellow sand.

The bald man wiped the blood on his face, grinned at Wang Chang who was running in the desert, and roared:

"No one can escape!"

Run!

Run!

Wang Chang's blood stained his clothes red, and he ran towards the distant Hanlong Inn against the wind and sand.

He knew that in this desert with few people, only those inns would have people, and only then would they have a chance to escape.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

In Wang Chang's arms, Zhao Tianfeng cried and shouted.

In the wind and sand on the floor, Wang Chang's body suddenly shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

As soon as Zhao Tianfeng stopped crying, he saw an arrow piercing Wang Chang's chest:

"Uncle Wang!"

"Tianfeng, hold the reins tightly, hold tight, hold tight!"

Wang Chang's face trembled in pain, and after a warning, he suddenly jumped off the horse.

In mid-air, he drew his sword, and the thick-backed long sword chopped down against the wind, knocking a horse bandit who was chasing him to the ground.

He took advantage of the horse's force and rushed to the bald man who had just put down his bow and arrow!

"How brave!"

The bald man slapped his horse forward, and the snow-white knife light slashed across like a crescent moon, cutting off half of Wang Chang's body.

But the next moment, his expression changed.

Wang Chang was seriously injured, but he still rushed over and hit him.

He almost knocked him to the ground.

"You bastard!"

He pulled Wang Chang off with force and looked at the child on the horse in front of him.

He roared and chased after him.

His horse was much better than other horse thieves. Even though he was far behind, he caught up with Zhao Tianfeng who was running on the horse in a moment.

Just as he bent his bow and arrow, wanting to shoot the kid to death on the spot.

His expression suddenly changed.

In the vast sea of ​​​​hot light, a man walked slowly in the wind and sand.

His eyesight has always been good, otherwise he would not be able to see these caravans from a distance through the wind and sand. At this time, he looked carefully.

The man wore a green shirt and a bamboo hat, alone, without a sword or a knife.

What made him feel cold in his heart was that the man was walking in the shining light, but there was no shadow around him!

"Who is this person?"

The bald man felt cold in his heart.

Then he saw a pair of indifferent eyes under the bamboo hat.

Boom!

It was like a heavy hammer falling from the sky. The bald man only had time to let out a scream before his whole head exploded.

The second chapter is here, and I will continue to write the third chapter.