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

Feng, Qing, Liang, You and other states are in the middle of winter and are biting cold. The clouds are in the states of Jiannan, but the spring breeze is gentle.

But above the western desert, it is as hot as summer.

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

Huhu~~~

In the strong wind of heavy heat waves, a caravan trekked in the wind and sand.

This caravan is extremely large in scale, with hundreds of camels and horses, full of fresh water, full of goods and grain. Most people carry swords and swords, obviously they have martial arts.

In the hot wind and sand, they were wrapped in white towels and veils to prevent the wind and sand from entering.

Due to the complex terrain of Mozhou, the imperial court rarely touched it. In addition, the extremely high profits of the transaction between Dafeng and Dayan, countless horse bandits and thieves were breeding in this fierce environment.

Any businessman who travels in groups is always walking together. Small businessman who is alone is often buried by this piece of wind and sand, not knowing whether he is swallowed by heaven and earth or by people's hearts.

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

A tall man with a heavy long sword on his back walked forward and asked an old man.

The old man was thin and wearing a gray long gown. His face, without a headscarf, was covered with a hint of yellow.

The old man was named Zhao Mulian, who was the leader of this temporary caravan. He had been walking in Mozhou for decades and was convinced by everyone.

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

"Although the wind and sand are not small, it doesn't look like a storm is coming... But just in case, you should be careful and calculate the distance. There should be an inn ahead. When you get there, you should take a rest for a night."

A hint of sorrow appeared in Zhao Mulian's heart.

In recent years, Mozhou has not been peaceful. It is said that it has something to do with the two big figures in the world, and many martial arts people have entered Mozhou.

Although these martial arts people killed many sand bandits, they themselves are extremely dangerous.

"Okay, I've been leaving these days, and my nose and eyes are covered with sand, so it's time to take a rest."

The big man's face calmed down.

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

"Old Wang, please continue to do so. Don't panic when you arrive at the inn. Although Hanlong Inn has a bad life, as long as you give enough money, there will be no major problems."

Zhao Mulian gave another command:

"Remember, don't cause trouble when you get there. In recent days, Mozhou will not be peaceful."

"Don't worry, you always."

Wang Chang responded with a smile. He had walked on this road several times, so naturally he would not understand nothing.

"After this trip, I settled in Dayan and never walked on the Mozhou business road again. I hope it will be peaceful all the way."

Zhao Mulian sighed deeply.

There is no safety at all for Mozhou Business Roads. Even if you walk ten times and a hundred times, the difference between it and the first time will not be too big.

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

Although he is an old man, he may not have a clear mind.

Huhu~~~

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

"Haha! Stop me, little boys!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came through the wind and sand, and the sound waves were huge. In an instant, the entire caravan became boiling.

Zhao Mulian's expression changed.

I saw wind and sand rolling not far away, and a group of people came over horses, splashing sand and dust, which was extremely fast. The words echoed, and they were already crossing the entire caravan like a fan.

The group of people all rode tall horses and carried cold scimitars. The man in charge was a bald and burly man.

As the wind and sand filled with sand, I was naked with scars. At first glance, I felt the murderous aura on the shop.

"Seventy Thieves in Chasing the Wind!"

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

"Seventy-year-old thieves, my god, why did you meet them?"

The entire caravan suddenly became excited, and everyone drew their swords and seemed to be facing a great enemy.

There are many horse bandits and thieves in Mozhou. The 70 Chasing Wind are the most famous horse thieves. According to legend, they are cruel by nature and have no place to live. They wander in the vast sea all day long. There is almost no horse team they encounter that can escape.

Even if you hand over all the goods, you will have to be tortured and killed before you can leave after you are satisfied.

Other horse thieves only seek wealth, but this horse thief not only needs wealth, but also die!

This is the reason for their panic.

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

A loud laughter came from the horse thief.

Soon, the horse thieves were surrounded, only one-quarter of the caravan, but the entire caravan was panicked.

"So it's Leader Wei!"

Zhao Mulian stood in front and looked gloomy when he saw the person.

"I recognize me, but I won't hand over all the money and goods!"

The bald man wiped his scalp with his sword, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

"Disillusion! You are only dozens of people. You really fight to the death. I don't know who will die or live!"

Someone couldn't help but shout, drew his sword and rushed forward:

"Brothers, fight with them!"

"There are really bold."

The bald man smiled grimly.

"Captain Wei, don't do it!"

Zhao Mulian's expression changed drastically. He immediately wanted to stop him, but where was there any time?

The bald man smiled grimly and had already stepped onto his horse. The scimitar waved out a sword light like a training-like sword, sweeping ten feet of wind and sand.

He cut the man who made the voice into two pieces, including the knife.

The smell of blood soared into the sky.

The bald man sat down and stood up: "Little boys, I know what's wrong, immediately kneel down and beg for mercy. Grandpa is happy, and you may still survive!"

"Ah! You guys deserve to die!"

Wang Chang roared angrily and was about to draw his sword, but Zhao Mulian grabbed it.

"Captain Wei!"

Zhao Mulian's face was twitching: "Our trip to gold, silver, goods, camels and horses, at least 13,000 taels of silver. If you want it, we will give it all to you!"

Amid the sound of stopping Wang Chang and others, Zhao Mulian gritted his teeth and said, "But, you can't kill people, otherwise we will fight you to the death!"

In the last sentence, Zhao Mulian urged his efforts, which shocked the wind and sand, causing the faces of all the horse thieves to change.

He has been walking in Mozhou for decades, and although he has no reputation, his kung fu is not weak.

"So there are masters."

The bald man's face also changed slightly, but he instantly smiled solemnly:

"But you are nothing, you dare to bargain for me!"

"Hahaha!"

The bald man urged his horse forward, raised his scimitar and shone down under the scorching sunlight with a cold light:

"kill!"

"kill!"

With a command, dozens of tall horses moved in one go, and dozens of horse thieves drew their swords in an orderly manner, waving a sword light like a forest.

It flooded the entire caravan in one go.

"Fight! Fight with them!"

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

"Brother Wang, take Tianfeng with you and leave quickly!"

After a angrily shout, he fitted and pounced ten feet long. Two short knives on his cuffs blew out a sword light, facing the bald man who was wielding a sword.

"Brother Zhao!"

Wang Chang's eyes were so angry that he wished he could draw his sword to rush to kill him.
To be continued...