The middle-aged man glanced at him disdainfully, "Then you are still trembling?"
The young man was suddenly speechless, "This... this is because of excitement! Excitement! Do you understand?"
The middle-aged man raised the corner of his mouth and patted the scimitar on his waist, "Boy, please learn. Later, I will teach you what it means to be a veteran walking in the desert."
Lin Yanli lay on the window sill of the carriage, watching the wolves approaching, and inexplicably thought of the waves of ferocious beasts in Mutian City that were like running water.
Li Zhujiu hooked his two fingers, and there was a silver thread of spiritual energy invisible to mortals sandwiched between his fingers. Lin Yanli's consciousness followed the silver thread and found that at the end was Li Zhujiu's natal flying sword.
The natal flying sword circled a few times on the carriage, then sank silently into the sand. It jumped a few times in the sea of sand like a fish, and then sneaked back into her palm.
What is this little girl doing?
Lin Yanli closed his left eye slightly, and searched the surrounding sand with his inner eye, and found that Li Zhujiu had buried several weak sword energy in the path of the wolves' attack.
This little girl really has itchy hands!
Lin Yanli reached out and pinched Li Zhujiu's thigh, and Li Zhujiu, not to be outdone, stretched out his hands and patted Lin Yanli's cheek.
Seeing Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu acting strangely, Meng Fuhua thought that the two little girls were scared, so she quickly said: "Don't worry, Yao Shu and Dong Lie are both top-notch masters, and they will definitely be able to protect them."
us."
Lin Yanli nodded. The "Uncle Yao" mentioned by the woman in front of him should be the old man wearing a bamboo hat. As for the "Dong Lie", he should be the cold-faced man holding a spear.
Meng Fuhua felt that the surroundings were a little cold, so she put her thighs into her arms, folded her hands, and continued: "There are many veterans walking in the desert in the convoy. They are very experienced in dealing with wolves. It will be dawn in two hours. Wait until dawn
, we will be safe."
Li Zhujiu put his hands back and leaned against the wall of the carriage. He said a little boredly: "Brother Li Shang, be decisive when you strike, otherwise I will draw my sword!"
Li Shang, who was standing outside the carriage, nodded, patted the sword case with his right hand, and the sharp sword suddenly jumped up and landed in his hand with a loud thud.
No one saw this scene, so quietly, he transformed from a young man to a swordsman.
In the distance, there was a roar, and the first group of wolves to run away was no more than ten sticks away from the bamboo stick.
Facing the sharp bamboo thorns, the wolves did not slow down until they reached three feet away from the bamboo stick. They all used the inertia brought by the speed to jump high and draw yellow parabolas in the air.
The coat color of these desert wolves is not much different from the color of sand. Without those green eyes, it would be a test of the school's eyesight under the moonlight.
"Take action!"
The old man roared, and the people in the convoy thrust out their spears one after another. The tip of the spear flashed with silver light, and pierced the sand wolf who jumped into the bamboo stick first.
The front wolf was blocked, but the back wolf continued to follow up. Many gray wolves were stabbed down in the air by members of the Shuiyun Gang, and fell on bamboo sticks, letting out low-pitched whining.
The bamboo sticks indeed restricted the movements of these desert gray wolves to a great extent, but with too many corpses on the ground, the effect of the bamboo sticks was greatly reduced. Gradually, many gray wolves rushed past the bamboo sticks.
The people of the Shuiyun Gang were not stupid either. Seeing that the effect of the bamboo sticks was suddenly reduced, they threw away the spears in their hands, drew out the long scimitars on their waists, and fought with the gray wolf.
Li Chang stood in the crowd and saw a gray wolf running towards him. He swung down the heavy sword in his hand and smashed the gray wolf's head into pieces.
“Nice move!”
Qin Kunyu applauded, raised his hand and punched a larger gray wolf next to him. Then a long sword quietly fell into his hand. With a wave of the long sword, two or three gray wolves were separated from their heads.
Li Chang nodded, raised the heavy sword in his hand, held the tip of the heavy sword with his left hand, and with a sudden thrust, smashed the two gray wolves that flew forward into a pulp.
These desert gray wolves are smaller in size, weighing only sixty or seventy pounds per head.
Although Li Shang is small, the heavy sword in his hand weighs a full one hundred kilograms. When he swings the sword with his true energy, a sword blow is no different from a punch in the physical training period of Qi training.
Meng Fuhua looked at the gray wolves scurrying around outside the carriage, her beautiful eyes full of fear.
She had heard about the power of the desert gray wolf, but she didn't expect it to be so terrifying.
These gray wolves shuttle back and forth extremely fast. If you are not careful, you will be thrown to the ground by the gray wolf, and then your throat will be bitten by the gray wolf that catches up later, and you will die in vain.
Lin Yanli could not help but frown when she heard a gray wolf rubbing her body outside the carriage. She lightly waved her sleeves and set up an invisible barrier outside the carriage.
Li Zhujiu opened the curtains and took a look outside. He was a little surprised and said: "Oh - there are so many!"
Lin Yanli poked half of her head out and glanced outside, winking at Li Zhujiu. Li Zhujiu immediately understood and twisted the silver thread between her fingers with her right hand, awakening the swords she had hidden in the sand.
gas.
"咻咻咻~"
The sword energy shot out, creating a rain of swords out of thin air on the path of the desert gray wolves' attack. Those tiny sword intents penetrated the heads of those gray wolves, obliterating hundreds of lives without anyone noticing.
Qin Kunyu sensed that Li Zhujiu had drawn his sword, and hurriedly patted Li Chang's shoulder and said, "Brother Li Chang, your sister Zhujiu urges you to draw your sword faster!"
Li Chang nodded, and rushed into the wolves with the heavy sword. The heavy sword was swung in his hand, and every time the sword swept across, several gray wolves would be killed.
He gently threw the heavy sword, gathered the true energy in both hands, grabbed the handle of the sword and slashed horizontally, using the true energy instead of the sword energy to slash out, the crescent-shaped white sword light swept across the desert, cutting the running gray wolf like wheat.
One crop after another is cut.
When Li Zhujiu saw this scene, his mouth opened slightly and he said in disbelief: "He can actually release his true energy!"
"Low-key, low-key, I taught you well!" Lin Yanli raised the corners of her mouth proudly.
Meng Fuhua was confused and confused as she listened to the conversation between Li Zhujiu and Lin Yanli. She slowly moved to Li Zhujiu's side and glanced outside. She happened to see Qin Kunyu killing the wolf in three steps.
of style.
"This Master Qin's swordsmanship is so handsome, it's like the immortals from the mountains descending to earth." Meng Fuhua couldn't help but praise him.
Lin Yanli tapped the window lightly with her fingers, conveying her heartbeat to Qin Kunyu, asking him to calm down a little and not let others find out the clues.
As for Li Shang, his true energy is not enough to allow him to release it many times, and the sword he just wielded is already at his limit.
Qin Kunyu heard his heartbeat and cast his eyes towards the carriage. He met Meng Fuhua's eyes. He nodded, grabbed his long sword and fought with a gray wolf beside him for more than ten rounds before piercing the gray wolf's throat with one sword.
Win this battle.
Meng Fuhua looked at the handsome young swordsman, her heart throbbed secretly, and she quickly turned her head away, her face slightly red.
She stretched out her hand and pinched her cheek, murmuring to herself: Meng Fuhua, Meng Fuhua, do you want to imitate that old cow eating young grass?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he glanced at Li Zhujiu and Lin Yanli again, and his eyes immediately darkened.
There is a beautiful woman beside the young swordsman, but she is still somewhat wishful thinking.