"Fuck, it's really a sandstorm!" Zhou Jian cursed angrily, and his whole body tensed up instantly, even more tense than when he was being chased by countless monks!

"There are chasing troops behind and a sandstorm in front. What should we do?" Master Ku panicked slightly. Even though his force was at its peak, there was nothing he could do at this moment.

"Is God going to destroy us?" Some people are sad and angry, unwilling to give up.

Seeing that death was already hanging over his head, and the terrifying wind and sand began to intensify, Zhou Jian gritted his teeth and made an extremely desperate decision.

"Bleed the horse, fight to the death, and rush over before the sandstorm arrives!"

Bleeding a horse is a method used by the ancients. This is the same as biting the tip of the tongue when a person is about to faint.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked!

Rush over?

Breaking out of the sandstorm? This is so crazy, everyone has no idea.

"Hurry, there's no time! Huba is catching up. It's a desperate situation anyway. Take a gamble! My fate is up to me!" Zhou Jian roared, and an iron-blooded temperament broke out in the desperate situation.

Suddenly, the enthusiasm of all the Qingtian Guards was aroused. My fate is up to me!

"Yes!" they roared, and then they drew their knives and cut the horse's buttocks one after another. It was neither deep nor shallow, but the stinging pain caused instant pain to the already exhausted horses.

"Neigh!" The horse neighed loudly, and then charged forward with its hooves, much faster.

"Quick, quick, rush over!" Zhou Jian kept shouting and completely broke into the wind and sand area. The howling wind, the diffuse yellow sand, and the gradually gloomy sky made it difficult to open one's eyes.

As a native of the Western Region, the Manishan congregation naturally saw the flaming clouds and the strangeness in the sky ahead.

"No, there's a sandstorm. Monk, we can't chase you anymore!" A monk shouted with fear on his face.

When Huba saw this, his eyes were blood red and he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. He had been chasing for so long and was about to catch up with him. He was not willing to give up!

"no!"

"We must catch up. Let me rush them all and catch those Han people before the sandstorm comes!" he yelled, playing with his life.

"This..." Some monks hesitated.

"This and all this, if we can't catch anyone, no one can explain to Dunhuang! If anyone dares to say more, I will send him to death immediately!" Huba roared, and he fell from heaven to earth.

"Yes, yes!"

The group of monks did not dare to say anything and immediately accelerated their pursuit.

Two waves of yellow sand were rolling in. As we watched, this pursuit and breakout became more and more crazy!

In less than half a stick of incense, there was a strong wind between heaven and earth. Darkness and sand covered everything in the desert. Animal bones, stones, and decayed roots were all rolled up!

sensation!

At the time of lightning and thunder, the sandstorm officially arrived, like black dragons entrenched between the sky and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, swallowing everything, so terrifying!

This is an absolute wonder of nature and an absolute danger!

The horses neighed in fear, could not tell the direction, and kept scurrying around. Zhou Jian held on to the reins tightly, and his eyes could not even be opened.

"No, it's too late!" Master Ku shouted, but he could only hear a faint sound, and the rest was the sound of wind and sand.

"Dig a hole, dig a hole on the spot!" Zhou Jian shouted, his black hair dancing wildly. This may be the closest he has come to death so far, but he does not intend to compromise.

The Qingtian Guards were shaken around and jumped off their horses with their swords in their hands, ready to dig a hole.
Chapter completed!