The yellow sand is so long that it is difficult to see the direction.

"Lu Xing, are you okay?" Tan Jing looked up, as if she wanted to see Lu Xing's figure in the yellow sand.

There was a strong wind roaring in my ears, and even the space was blown out of space.

She held up a barrier of awe-inspiring energy to block the wind and sand, and wrote the word "quick" in front of her with one hand. However, she was already trapped by the wind and sand. How could she be faster than the wind with just one pair of legs?

"Plop," Tan Jing's foot hit an empty sand pit, and she fell to the ground. She endured the pain in her ankle and quickly wrote the word "medical" with her right hand.

However, Fengsha would not wait for her to heal her legs. The sandstorm arrived from miles away almost instantly, like a demon from the abyss that wanted to devour Tan Jing.

"Lu Xing, where are you..." Tan Jing used her last bit of strength to look at the sky. Her awe-inspiring energy had been exhausted.

Her eyes trembled slightly and she looked up at the sky, although she couldn't see anything clearly.

And in her bun, a wooden hairpin exuded a faint golden aura, which was a touch of awe-inspiring righteousness!

In the dusty sky, a white sword energy streaked across, seemingly exploring the space below.

The wooden hairpin seemed to have noticed something, and shot a beam of righteousness into the sky, then quietly dimmed.

The white light in the sky stopped him, and in just a moment, he rushed towards Haoran Zhengqi from several miles away.

"I'm sorry, I'm late..." Lu Xing picked up Tan Jing, who was half-buried in the sand. He didn't care that the sand was all over him.

"But you are still here, my brother Lu Xing..." Tan Jing's voice came to mind in Lu Xing's ears. Perhaps her voice was hoarse because she was tired from shouting.

"Boom!" It seemed as if the world and the world were in motion, Lu Xing's sword intent soared rapidly, and the dust did not dare to spread within three feet around him.

The master realm of Sword Intention is perfect!

Lu Xing looked back at the sweeping sandstorm. There seemed to be two small white swords in his pupils. The sword intent burst out and hit the sandstorm with overwhelming momentum, preventing it from making any inroads.

"Jing'er, don't sleep yet. Let me teach you a sword move first." Lu Xing said softly in Tan Jing's ear.

He gently placed Tan Jing's legs on the ground, and held Tan Jing's right hand with his right hand. Their sword fingers moved forward together, their arms rose up, and then fell down!

"This sword move will be called Jing'er Sword Move from now on, okay..." Tan Jing's voice was very low until she could no longer hear her clearly.

The light of the sword was like a crescent moon, splitting the sandstorm in front of him without any pause. It moved towards the sand mountain behind it without slowing down, and without stopping, the sand mountain that could not be reached was split into two halves.

The sword energy still did not stop until it struck the end of this small world. The sword energy tore open the barrier and turned into countless sword lights scattered in the dark void.

The sword energy contains a sound: "If the world here makes things too difficult for me, then I will kill them with one sword. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try!"

Lu Xing carried the sleeping Tan Jing on his back and walked in the sandstorm. He tightened his lips and licked back the spilled blood with his tongue.

Although Jing'er is asleep, I, Lu Xing, will never be embarrassed by Jing'er's side.

…

"Brother, the disciples don't have enough water anymore."

"Yes, and the food is about to run out. Some disciples are suffering from heatstroke, and even using Haoran Qi can only slow down the illness."

Ahead was an endless desert. Han Rui took the lead and walked at the forefront. Every cry from the disciples behind him made him frown.

Ever since Lu Xing and Tan Jing were separated from everyone due to the sneak attack of the Oil Lamp Whale, the atmosphere in the team has not been very good. Han Rui has done some inspiring things, but with little effect.

"Teacher, senior brother, look over there! The dust is in the sky..." A disciple from the academy pointed forward and was speechless in shock.

Yellow sand was raging high in the sky, and a sand dune in front of it became a part of the sandstorm after being exposed to it.

"It's a sandstorm! Let's go, let's go quickly," as several disciples exclaimed, more than ten people saw the overwhelming sand and dust, turned around and ran away.

"Brother, let's go quickly. Although you are a sage in the realm of gentlemen, you can't withstand the sandstorm."

Han Rui was unmoved and stood alone on the sand dunes of Gaosong. His eyes gathered aura of awe and looked toward the direction of the sandstorm.

"There is someone inside the sandstorm!"

Han Rui's voice fell into everyone's ears, and the crowd immediately fell silent, but only a few seconds later, many disciples laughed out loud.

"Senior brother, he must have suffered from heat stroke. How could anyone survive in the sandstorm?"

"Yes, senior brother, let's go quickly. Anyway, we have already obtained the map to the ruins palace."

…

"Senior Brother Han seems to be right, there are really people in the sandstorm, there seems to be more than one." Zhuo Dong walked out of the crowd and came to the heights of the sand dunes, his eyes filled with awe-inspiring aura.

"It's Tan Jing and Lu Xing! They are about to be swallowed up by the sandstorm! Save them!" Han Rui and Zhuo Dong almost said in unison. They jumped down from the sand dune, and their feet gathered violent energy towards the sandstorm.

go.

"Oh my God! I'm going to fight for it. For the sake of the prince, please come with me to save the prince!" A disciple from a poor family gritted his teeth, put down the water bag on his waist, wrapped his feet in awe and ran away.

"Let's fight!" The other nine disciples from the humble family put down their bags and rushed after the leader.

"What are you still waiting for? Go and save Junior Sister Tan!" One of the academy disciples hurriedly ran down the hill, followed closely by the other seven academy disciples.

In the sandstorm, Lu Xing walked tiredly. When his manpower was limited, the consciousness in his Niwan Palace was exhausted due to the use of sword intent.

"Jing'er, this sandstorm is like a dog, always clinging to us, so boring." Lu Xing's steps became heavier and heavier, and the sandstorm behind him seemed to slow down, always keeping a distance of more than three feet from Lu Xing.

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There seemed to be some noise in front... Lu Xing raised his eyebrows slightly and saw more than ten figures running in front of him.

"Lu Xing, Tan Jing!" Han Rui first saw Lu Xing walking heavily, and then saw Tan Jing carrying Lu Xing on his back.

Han Rui hurriedly stepped forward, helped Tan Jing off Lu Xing's back, and said, "Let's move quickly. The deeper the sandstorm goes, the stronger the suction force becomes."

"Lu Xing..." Tan Jing drowsily raised her tired eyes, holding Lu Xing's hand with her right hand and murmuring.

"Lu Xing, don't let go of Junior Sister Tan yet. Junior Sister is injured and needs to rest. Don't pester her." A disciple from the academy hurriedly said in a loud voice.

"What are you talking about! Didn't you see that it was the prince who carried Miss Tan out? Of course it was the prince who risked his life to save her!" Several disciples from poor families couldn't stand listening and shouted.

Lu Xing glanced at the disciples from the humble family who spoke for him, and smiled in his heart: Yes, when you finish your studies, you must come to the North to work.

"I'm fine. You have a good rest." Lu Xing broke away Tan Jing's right hand from his, and then told Han Rui: "You take her and leave first. I will stop this sandstorm."

"Your Majesty, it's better to come with me. We can't outrun a mere sandstorm." Han Rui persuaded.

Merely? Lu Xing chuckled in his heart: You have only seen the tip of the iceberg. If I hadn't used my sword to stop the overturning of the sand mountain, you might not even have the courage to stand and speak.

"Senior Brother Tan, let's go first. You should do the same. Take good care of Jing'er for me. I will block the sand mountain for you." Lu Xing said calmly, his voice having a power that could not be refused.

"Okay, let's go." Han Rui led everyone away, and several disciples from poor families bowed their hands to Lu Xing and resigned.

Lu Xing waved goodbye to them one by one, his eyes were sincere, and he had the courage to leave even if there were thousands of people.

"What are you pretending to be? It's just a sandstorm. It can't catch up with us at all. Why should we stop it? This Lu Xing is really artificial!" A disciple from the academy chuckled.

"That's right, he was still holding Junior Sister Tan's hand just now. God knows if he took advantage of Junior Sister Tan's unconsciousness." A disciple from the academy echoed.

"Shut up! Let's hurry up!" Han Rui stopped the academy disciples from talking nonsense. Although he didn't know why Lu Xing stayed to block the sandstorm, he thought that Lu Xing was not an arrogant person and he should have his reasons.

Everyone hurried on with great agitation. Han Rui carried Tan Jing on his back and walked probably dozens of miles before stopping.

"Look, look!" A disciple from a poor family pointed in the direction of the original sandstorm and exclaimed.

Everyone looked around, and then their eyes completely froze.

The yellow sand dunes tower into the clouds, and the sand mountains are tilted. Countless amounts of sand roll down from above, and the hurricane sweeps through the space below. This is not a sandstorm! It is a mountain made of sand that is toppling, something that can tear apart space.

The strong wind is raging. The scene looks magnificent from a distance, but despairs from up close.

"Lu Xing...how are you going to withstand such a crisis?" Han Rui murmured secretly. He glared at the few academy disciples who were sarcastic just now and said, "Don't be arrogant when you see the prince later. He saved you all."

Life."

Several disciples from poor families stood in front of the sand dunes, with tears in their eyes and choking voices: "Your Majesty, you are truly a man!"

…

At this moment, under the fallen sand mountain.

Lu Xing was sitting cross-legged, with no sand around him. Opposite him was an old man made of sand.

"Why are you chasing me so hard?" Lu Xing asked.

The old man in the sand shook his head, his expression neither sad nor happy, and said: "It's not that I want to take action, it's the rules here that want to hunt you down. I caught you to make this matter clear, otherwise your sword will fall.

It was my desert body that was destroyed."

"Your name is Lu Xing, right? You seem to have mastered the way of swordsmanship, but your swordsmanship cultivation is a little bit behind." The old man in Shazhong's tone was a little slow. He looked at Lu Xing and then said, "Are you from the Lin Family Sword Tomb?"

successor?"

The man surnamed Lin also used a sword, so that's not much... Lu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly. He wanted to use the sword energy to cut the sand mountain in two to stop the sand, but he was caught by a pair of big hands that gathered sand.

In the eye of the storm.

"The Lin family? But the Lin family in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed good at using swords. However, I am not a descendant of the Sword Tomb. I am from the North with the surname of Lu."

"No, no, no," the old man in the sand shook his head, thought for a moment, and said, "It's the Lin family in the snowy field. Have you been to the north? They should be very famous."

Lu Xing frowned slightly, as if he was unsure about the old man's identity, but he had already confirmed that the old man in front of him must be closely related to this cultural relic.

"Is it Qingzhou? Are you their old friend??"

When the old man in Shazhong heard the word Qingzhou, he thought for a long time and said: "It's almost the same. The Lin Family Sword Tomb is well-known in most of Qingzhou. As for me, I have already become a cup of loess. How can I talk about it as an old friend?"

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. There is no Lin family or sword tomb in the Northland. The Northland covers Qingzhou and spans thousands of miles of snowy fields, and they all belong to the Lu family."

Lu Xing asked calmly: "My sword was taught by my sister. Have you ever heard of the eighth level of martial arts - Heaven-Slaying Man?"
Chapter completed!