[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

In the scorching sun in the desert, the young factory guard wiped the sweat from his forehead, squinted his eyes and walked forward.

They have been walking in this desert for a day, and encountered two black winds and sandstorms on the way, and lost nearly fifty people.

But no one dared to stop if the man in the black helmet didn't say stop, and everyone continued to move forward.

The wind was rustling, and the factory guard who was walking in the front suddenly stopped looking.

Not only him, but the people behind have clearly seen it too.

The one who was tied to the frame was the second-ranking head of Xichang——Ma Jinliang.

The man was in a tattered blue flying fish suit, with loose hair and was tied to a sand dune not far away.

"Overseer?"

Zhang Zhi glanced back, hesitantly.

Yu Huatian wore a gauze mask on his face, and his eyes were slightly closed, unable to see the expression:

"Go and see."

He said lightly.

The young factory guard responded, and walked forward slowly holding the handle of the knife.

The wind and sand blinded the eyes, and the desert seemed to be full of soldiers.

Zhang Zhi's hand clenched tighter, and the sweat on his palm slid down the handle of the knife.

There was a sound of "whoosh".

An off-string arrow shot from the front.

Zhang Zhi drew his saber and was about to cut it off, but suddenly a rope sprang out from the left and right sides, tightly wrapped around his ankle.

The arrow was already in front of him, but it was suddenly knocked down by a broken sword.

Before Zhang Zhi could take a breath, the rope on his ankle was tightened suddenly, pulling him to slide forward.

In just an instant, the factory guard was hoisted to the wooden frame next to him.

A piece of white cloth swayed with the rope, and slowly scattered in front of the horse's hoof.

The factory guard next to him lowered his head and picked it up, and there were four large characters printed on it: Xichang running dog.

The handwriting seemed to be written by a child, pieced together stroke by stroke.

He carefully handed the white cloth to the horseman, his fingertips trembling a little.

Yu Huatian took the white cloth and only glanced at it, the handwriting turned into dust, and slowly slipped down along Xiu Leng's fingers.

His face was calm, but his eyes were even colder.

"Master, we..."

The factory guard with his head down looked forward, a little uncertain.

But the young man in the dark blue flying fish suit sneered, "It's just a clown."

His tone was haughty, and his eyes were slightly closed with murderous intent.

Everyone in Xichang, who had been restless after entering the desert, calmed down.

The raised sand dunes in front of the wooden frame quietly changed their positions.

The sound of "buzzing" came from the front, and the dust gathered more and more.

Everyone put their hands on the hilt of the knife to guard themselves, and saw that the man sitting on the horse jumped up and fell into the black wind and sand alone.

Sure enough, there was a person hiding there.

Seeing that he was seen through, Buludu didn't want to get entangled. He turned around and wanted to escape into the sand dunes, but a sword was held around his neck.

The blade of the sword is very cold, it is only lightly placed on the neck, but it is already immobile.

The person holding the sword had a calm expression, clearly two very similar faces, but Yu Huatian was more frivolous and frivolous.

Buludu's eyes were perturbed, and he heard the man say: "You are very courageous."

He didn't talk about you, he talked about you.

The woman with dreadlocks felt a chill, and saw a scholar in a white scholar's uniform slowly walking out from behind the man.

His face was covered with black mud and he couldn't see his face clearly. He raised his hands high and laughed:

"Factory Superintendent, Factory Superintendent, please forgive me."

Before Feng Lidao finished speaking, he knelt down on the ground, his eyes lowered cautiously.

Buludu wished he could go up and kick him twice, but under the man's sword he had no choice but to settle down.

Yu Huatian narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the man under his feet.

Quietly in the desert, the whistling sound of wind and sand made people's hearts tense at this moment.

"Head up."

Feng Lidao's heart skipped a beat, his palms gripping the sand were covered with sweat.

The wind and sand slowly dissipated, and at this moment, the man kneeling on the ground suddenly burrowed into the ground like a loach.

Yu Huatian sneered, and another piece of the sword pointed at Buludu split off, and quickly cut towards the scholar's throat.

Feng Lidao didn't expect the sword to be so fast, and it was too late when he was about to lean back.

But he is not dead.

Because another sword stopped in front of him.

That soft, soft sword was like a silk ribbon. He had been wrapped around his neck by that gentle and soft sword before, but now it was the one that saved him.

Buludu heaved a sigh of relief, and had already met the owner of the soft sword.

That is a very beautiful woman.

She has a graceful figure, and the skin exposed outside the black brocade robe is as pale and gentle as snow.

But the most beautiful are those eyes, the golden blue cat pupils are misty, clearly showing such a weak and shy posture, but the eyes are careless.

She is like the most mysterious wind in this desert, no one can catch it.

Wu Qun slightly bent her eyes, and the soft silk wrapped around the sharp sword that killed countless people like a snake.

"Are you going to kill me?"

she asked with a chuckle.

Yu Huatian closed his eyes slightly, and quietly scanned the muddy face of the man on the ground:

"He looks a lot like me."

His tone was lazy, but he had already figured out the trick.

The hand on the hilt of the sword reflected Jasper's fingers, looking a little cold.

Buludu and the others were planning to use the black wind and sand to lure Yuhuatian away, and then let Feng Lidao pretend to be him, but they didn't expect that person to be fooled.

Quietly in the desert, the two swords were also at a stalemate.

Feng Lidao and Bu Ludu raised their hands and dared not move.

Until the soft sword took the lead.

Wu Qun sighed softly, and the soft sword wrapped around the sharp blade suddenly let go, she didn't take it back, but struck forward at a tricky angle.

There was an ear-piercing crisp sound when the swords collided.

She was merciless, but there was still a soft and innocent smile on her face.

The young man in the dark blue flying fish suit also smiled.

His smile was cold, with a hint of aloofness.

The black crane's head pressed against the clouds, Wu Qun's eyes shone slightly, and her soft waist bent down slightly like a willow.

The big banner brushed past the tip of his nose, revealing the flashing sharp sword underneath.

The wind and sand filled the fight, and at this moment, Fenglidao and Buludu looked at each other and sneaked into the sand dunes.

Yu Huatian looked mockingly: "They don't care about you at all."

He flew sideways, and the blade was already in front of him.

The dress of the black gauze beauty slowly unfurled.

She raised her head slightly, her crow-feather-like black hair scattered on her snow-white neck.

Even more beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

The wind gently blew off the broken hair on Jian Ren, and Wu Qun slowly bent her eyes with the sword in her mouth.

Just an inch further, and she would die here.

But the beauty's eyes were still very sweet, she didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile.

The golden blue cat pupils are like a crescent moon in the desert, so beautiful.

Yu Huatian sneered: "You don't seem to be afraid of me killing you at all?"

His expression was indifferent, and his lonely face was indifferent and inhumane, but the sword in his hand did not move forward a single point.

The sword was very sharp, the soft lips were pierced by the cold light, and the blood slowly fell on the yellow sand along the sword.

Wu Qun slowly let go.

"You hurt me."

She said softly.

The original lip color was stained redder with blood, like a rose in the desert, extremely alluring.

Yuhuatian chuckled, "Come here."

There was still blood on the sword, and the blood dripped slowly from the beauty's lips.

It was clearly a life-and-death fight, but it was a little more charming for no reason.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she walked slowly towards him.

At this time, the sandstorm suddenly broke out.

The originally clear sky quickly darkened.

The billowing yellow sand came in like a flood, and it was actually the most terrifying vortex in this desert.

If Hei Fengsha still has a five-point chance of survival, encountering the whirlpool is a narrow escape.

The wind and sand messed up the silk-like black hair, making it hard for people to open their eyes.

In the face of natural disasters, martial arts are also insignificant.

Wu Qun only felt that her heart and lungs were choking violently, and the blood gradually faded from her snow-white face.

Until she was grabbed by a pair of calloused hands.

The black big tail cut off Fengyin, Yu Huatian hugged her and suddenly lay on the ground.

The cuffs of the dark green and tattooed gold were covered with dust, and he stood above her, covering her from the wind and sand.

The storm was fierce, and it was filled with darkness for a hundred miles.

Those defenseless factory guards brandishing chaotic knives have been involved.

The lonely-faced man pursed his lips tightly, looking a little stern.

Crying and yelling were endless, and the two hugged each other tightly until the sand dunes moved and the wind and sand cleared away.

The sky gradually returned to clear, but there was no one on the sand dunes where they had fought.

There is only one pearl earring lying quietly on the yellow sand.

Drops of water in the dungeon fell on the dry lips along the cracks in the sand, drop by drop, until the man's slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

The beauty in brocade clothes moved her fingertips slightly, and slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the Dark Cliff Grotto.

The water droplets on the top of the head were still dripping down the cracks, and the crow-feather-like black hair twirled on the pale face inexplicably and strangely.

Wu Qun thought of the man who stood in front of her before, and quietly lowered her eyebrows.

She also felt a little uncomfortable when she woke up, and now she sat up for a while before she felt more comfortable, leaning against the wall and getting up slowly.

The embroidered shoes were dirty, Wu Qun frowned slightly, and walked forward with bare feet.

They hugged each other when they fell, and Yuhuatian should also be here.

There are no candles in this grotto, and it is so dark that even the stones under your feet cannot be seen clearly.

Wu Qun only walked ten steps away, and blood was already flowing from her feet.

But soon she found the man leaning against the wall.

The beautiful woman in brocade clothes bent her eyes, and the cat pupils were soft and bright in this dark grotto.

Yuhuatian smelled blood, and frowned slightly: "Are you injured?"

His voice was hoarse, and he coughed again after speaking.

Wu Qun shook her head slightly.

He glanced at the beauty and said nothing, leaning against the wall with his eyes slightly closed.

Blood slowly dripped from the lower right hand that was trapped in the sleeve.

He looked very arrogant, even in such a distressed situation, he was still calm and frightening.

Wu Qun gently knelt beside his legs, reached out and lifted up the blood-stained sleeves.

The meridian on the right hand was severed by something, and it was full of flesh and blood.

"Can you wield a sword in your left hand?"

she asked suddenly.

Yu Huatian said: "Maybe."

Wu Qun narrowed her eyes and took out a brocade handkerchief from her bosom to bandage him lightly. The blood flowed out from the handkerchief, it hurt even to look at it.But the man's face was still indifferent.

After the beauty was bandaged, she bent her eyes slightly, and her cat pupils gradually softened, and she leaned gently on his lap like before.

At the same time, two people also fell on the other side of the ancient grotto city.