The Great Tao Chronicle

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

Feng, Qing, Liang, You and other prefectures experienced heavy snow in the middle of the winter, freezing cold, cloudy and positive, but the Jiannan prefectures experienced a gentle spring breeze.

And above the extreme western desert, it is as hot as summer.

Mozhou is located in the frontier of Dafeng, separated from the Great Yan Kingdom by the vast sea.

woohoo~~~

Amid the strong winds with heavy heat waves, a caravan trekked in the sand.

This caravan was huge, with hundreds of camels and horses, full of goods, food, and fresh water.

In the hot sandstorm, one by one was wrapped in a white scarf and veil to prevent the sandstorm from entering.

Due to the complex terrain of Mozhou, the imperial court was rarely able to reach it, and the transaction between Dafeng and Dayan was extremely profitable, so many horse bandits and thieves breed in this harsh environment.

Every businessman walks in a group, and a small businessman alone is often buried in this wind and sand.

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

A tall man with a heavy long knife walked forward and asked an old man.

The old man was thin, wearing a gray long gown, and his face without a headscarf and face scarf was a little yellow.

The old man's name is Zhao Mulian. He is the head of this temporary formation of the caravan. He has been in Mozhou for decades, and everyone is convinced.

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

"Although this sandstorm is not small, it doesn't look like a storm is coming when you look at the sky... But just in case, you should be careful. Calculate the distance. There should be an inn in front of you. Take a night's rest."

Zhao Mulian felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

In recent years, Mozhou has not been peaceful. It is said that it has something to do with the battle between the two big men in the rivers and lakes. Many martial arts people have entered Mozhou.

Although these martial artists have killed a lot of sand bandits, they are also extremely dangerous.

"Alright, it's been a few days since I walked, my nose and eyes are full of sand, it's time to take a rest."

The big man's expression softened.

Although he has internal strength, he is a little tired after walking in the wind and sand for many days.

"Pharaoh, please go down and don't panic when you arrive at the inn. Although the Hanlong Inn has a bad reputation, as long as the money is enough, there will be no major problems."

Zhao Mulian gave another order:

"Remember, when you get there, don't make trouble. Mozhou has not been peaceful these days."

"Don't worry."

Wang Chang responded with a smile. He has walked on this road several times, and naturally he doesn't understand anything.

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

Zhao Mulian sighed deeply.

There is no safety in Mozhou Commercial Road, even if you walk ten times a hundred times, it will not be much different from the first time you walk.

Compared with the harsh environment, the most terrifying thing is people.

Although he is an old river and lake, he does not necessarily have a bottom line in his heart.

woohoo~~~

After walking for a while, suddenly, his face changed, and the camels around him began to move restlessly.

"Haha! Brats, please stop for Laozi!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rolled through the wind and sand, the sound waves were huge, and in an instant, the entire caravan was boiling.

Zhao Mulian's expression changed.

I saw the wind and sand rolling in not far away, and a group of people came across the horse, splashing sand and dust, and the speed was extremely fast. The voice echoed, and it was like a fan in front of the entire caravan.

That group of people were all riding on tall horses, carrying Senhan's machete, and the leader was a bald and burly man.

Amidst the wind and sand, with a naked upper body full of scars, at first glance, he could only feel murderous.

"Seventy Thieves Chasing the Wind!"

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

"The Seventy Thieves, God, how did you meet them?"

The entire caravan boiled, and everyone drew their swords, as if facing a great enemy.

There are many horse thieves in Mozhou, and the Wind Chasing Seventy is one of the most famous horse thieves. According to legend, they are cruel by nature, live in no fixed place, and wander in the vast sea all day long. There is no escape.

Even if all the goods are handed over, they will be tortured and killed, and they will leave after they are satisfied.

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

That's why they panic.

"Hahaha! It's so interesting that these idiots draw their knives!"

There was a loud laugh among the horse thieves.

Soon, the horse thieves had already gathered around, and the number was only a quarter of the caravan, but the entire caravan was panic-stricken.

"It turned out to be Chief Wei!"

Zhao Mulian stood at the front, and his face became gloomy when he saw the person coming.

"I know Lao Tzu, but I still haven't handed over all the money and goods!"

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

"Delusional! You are only a few dozen people, you are really fighting, I don't know who will die and who will live!"

Someone couldn't help shouting loudly, drawing a sword and urging the horse forward:

"Brothers, fight with them!"

"Really bold."

The bald-headed man grinned.

"Leader Wei, don't do it!"

Zhao Mulian's complexion changed greatly, and he immediately wanted to stop it, but where did he have time?

I saw the bald-headed man let out a savage smile, and he had already stepped over the horse, waving his machete with a sword-like light, sweeping the wind and sand of ten meters.

The person who made the sound was cut into two pieces, even with a knife.

Bloody aura rose to the sky.

The bald man sat down on the horse and stood up: "Little brats, if you know what's wrong, immediately kneel down and beg for mercy, Grandpa is happy, maybe you can still survive!"

"Ah! Damn you!"

Wang Chang roared angrily and was about to draw his sword, but was pulled by that Zhao Mulian.

"Leader Wei!"

Zhao Mulian's face twitched, "Our trip this time includes gold and silver plus goods, camels and horses, and at least 13,000 taels of silver. If you want, we will give you all!"

In the sound of Wang Chang and other people's blocking, Zhao Mulian gritted his teeth and said, "However, you can't kill people, otherwise, we will fight you to death!"

In the last sentence, Zhao Mulian urged his efforts to shake the wind and sand, causing the expressions of some of the horse thieves to change.

He has been in Mozhou for decades. Although he is not famous, his kung fu is not weak.

"It turns out that there are experts."

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

"But what are you, you dare to bargain for my grandfather!"

"Hahaha!"

The bald-headed man urged his horse forward, raised his machete, and streamed down in the scorching sun with a flickering cold light:

"kill!"

"kill!"

Following the order, dozens of high-headed horses moved in unison, and dozens of horse thieves drew their swords out of their scabbards in unison, waving a blade of light like a forest.

The entire caravan was drowned at once.

"Fight! Fight with them!"

Zhao Mulian saw the blood in the wind and sand, his eyes were red, and he pushed Wang Chang away:

"Brother Wang, take Tianfeng and go!"

After an angry shout, he fit into the body and slammed into a distance of ten feet. The two short knives on his sleeves waved a blade of light, and met the bald man who was wielding the knives across the horse.

"Brother Zhao!"

That Wang Chang's eyes were about to split, and he could not wait to draw a sword and rush to kill.

But he still gritted his teeth, turned around and picked up a crying child in the camel team, one of them burst out, was slashed with a knife and knocked the horse thief off his horse, and ran away on his horse.

"Old things are quite kind!"

The bald-headed man waved his machete, slashing the sword light coming from the pavement, and fought against Zhao Mulian.

His martial arts are much higher than that of Zhao Mulian. Even if Zhao Mulian tried his best, after more than ten strokes, his arm was still cut off by him.

With another knife, the head was thrown flying, and the blood was scattered in the yellow sand.

The bald-headed man wiped the blood on his face, grinned and looked at Wang Chang, who was fleeing in the desert, and roared angrily:

"Not one can escape!"

escape!

escape!

Wang Chang's red shirt was stained with blood, and he fled towards the distant Hanlong Inn in the face of the sandstorm.

He knew that in this deserted desert, only people in those inns would have a chance to escape.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

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

In the sandstorm on the pavement, Wang Chang's body suddenly shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

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

"Uncle Wang!"

"Tianfeng, hold on tight, hold on tight, hold on tight!"

Wang Chang's face trembled with pain, and after giving a warning, he suddenly jumped off his horse.

In mid-air, he drew his knife, and the thick-backed long knife slashed down into the wind, knocking a horse bandit chasing to the ground.

Taking advantage of the horse's body, the whole person rushed towards the bald man who had just put down the bow and arrow!

"How brave!"

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

But in the next moment, his expression changed.

I saw that Wang Chang was seriously injured, but he still rushed over and slammed into him.

Almost knocked him to the ground.

"damn thing!"

With one force, he pulled Wang Chang down and glanced at the child on the horse in front of him.

With a roar, he slapped the horse and chased after him.

His horses were much better than those of other horse thieves~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even though they were far behind, they still caught up with Zhao Tianfeng who was running on the back of the horse.

Just when he bent his bow and shot an arrow, he wanted to shoot the little brat to death on the spot.

His face suddenly changed.

I saw a person pacing in the wind and sand in the vast sea where the hot rays of light swayed, and came slowly.

His eyes have always been very good, otherwise it would be impossible to see these caravans from afar. At this time, he looked carefully.

The man was wearing a green shirt and a hat, and he was alone, without a sword or sword.

What made him feel chills was that the man was pacing in the swaying light, but there was no shadow around him!

"Who is this?"

The bald-headed man felt a chill in his heart.

Seeing under the hat, an indifferent eye light raised.

boom!

Like a heavy hammer falling from the sky, the bald man only had time to let out a scream, and his entire head exploded.