Ke Dazhi's face was terrifyingly heavy, and he suppressed his fear. He cut out dozens of swords in succession. The sword force turned everything around him into a desert with no vitality and only yellow sand. The wind blew the sand and rolled in, with a scorching breath, stripping away all the water, making people die of drought.

With such a sharp sword, the people watching from afar were secretly shocked. Someone asked about his name and found out that it was Kedazhi, a famous outside the border, and couldn't help but panic, afraid that Jie Li would set his sights on this small town.

Shen Yuanjing either retreated or slapped the Crazy Sand Knife, counting gently in his mouth: "Three...7...is not bad, fifteen swords." He seemed at ease, which made these people even more frightened.

This is a great master of the same level as Bi Xuan, and it is even more out of reach. Instead, they don’t know how to express the awe in their hearts.

Every time he counted a number, the Turkic warriors were frightened, but Dazhi was also very upset. He used all the five techniques of "spin, blow, roll, roll, and break" in turn. However, he did not even get the corner of the other party's clothes when he was so busy.

After using the four swords again, he took a breath and stood on the spot, carrying the Crazy Sand Sword behind his back. His whole body's strength surged, his face was blood red, and the heat in the air continued to increase. There was only yellow sand between the world, the breeze did not rise, and a grain of sand did not move. Everything seemed to be still, and even time did not change.

With this move, Lian Ning Doqi couldn't help but nod and admire. The Turkic warriors retreated again and again, unable to withstand the violent rage in his sword technique.

When the momentum reached its peak, Dazhi's tongue burst into thunder, and with a loud shout, the crazy sand sword behind him suddenly appeared in front of him, and with mysterious and strange techniques, he followed the sword and rushed forward.

He knew that the other party would not dodge again in this move, and he must have taken action. The long sword stabbed straight like a sword, with a firmness that never returned. Even if he died, he would leave an indelible mark on the other party.

Shen Yuanjing was indeed standing there to deal with it, reaching out to catch it. The knife moves that others couldn't figure out were in his eyes. He grabbed the knife in his hand and couldn't move. He wanted to twist and was about to use the other party's knife to send the other party back to the west.

But Dazhi's eyes burst out from his eyes, and there was still a residual momentum in his sword move. He jumped into the air, and his body rotated rapidly, and even the crazy sand sword had to rotate.

He had already sacrificed his life. This move was extremely powerful, but if Shen Yuanjing dodged a little, he would not only not hurt anyone, but also greatly reduced his room for rushing and moving as his feet left the ground. As long as the opponent attacked casually, he would not escape the bad luck.

Seeing this change, the Turkic warriors around him cheered. Ning Daoqi simulated his strategy against the enemy in his heart, as if he had to go to the side to turn defeat into victory. He stared at the field curiously to see how Shen Yuanjing would deal with it.

Shen Yuanjing naturally couldn't retreat. After twenty moves, it was meaningless even if he tried to control the enemy. The smile on his face did not fade, his right hand relaxed slightly, and his fingers quickly hit the knife, just like pressing the hole of the flute, the jingling sound was crisp and pleasant.

Ke Dazhi suddenly felt that there were waves of strange forces coming from the crazy sand sword, sometimes the strong wind blew against the wind, smoothing the sand dunes; sometimes the heavy rain poured down, turning the desert into a lake.

The force he rotated was bounced back, and he only turned two times in the air before he stopped. His momentum was like a stone of Jingwei, falling into the vast ocean. His internal organs were like being beaten by a whip, and the pain caused sweat to spread on his forehead.

Shen Yuanjing let go of his right hand, and the crazy sand sword fell, and several holes on the back of the sword were clearly visible. The Turkic warriors knew the background of the sword, and they were all shocked and dared not come out even if they were too proud.

Kedazhi landed on the ground and staggered twice before he stood firm. His face was free from joy or sorrow, and he said, "It turns out that you have seen through it."

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "It's just a trick to kill you. If I don't see clearly, why should I wait until the last move before taking action? Isn't it a loss of face to ask you to cheat?"

Ke Dazhi asked again: "Is this trick famous?"

"Use his way to do it, he will give it to him." Shen Yuanjing's eyes passed by him and shot towards the city gate, saying, "This move is used on Bi Xuan, you are just the first one."

With a plop, Korichi fell to the ground on his back. Several Turkic warriors shouted and snatched him up. They saw that he could not stop bleeding from his five holes, and he was already completely alive. The people looked like they were hatred, but they did not dare to make any moves.

Under Shen Yuanjing's gaze, everyone at the city gate bowed their heads one after another. There was only one tall and thin man in blue clothes and without saying a word. He turned around and ran into the city, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He said to Ning Daoqi happily: "I was surprised to find an unexpected joy. I will take the lead. Brother Ning can appreciate the scene outside the border and come slowly." After that, he was like a stream of light smoke floating by, chasing the man in blue.

Ning Doqi glanced at Ke Dazhi, sighed, took two horses, walked slowly into the city. There were people on both sides of the street, and he stared at him blankly, and had already given up to one side, but he did not dare to say anything.

After a while, dozens of people wearing samurai costumes lay in the middle of the avenue, blocking the road. Others next to them were dressed differently from them, but their faces were full of panic.

Ning Daoqi asked, "What's going on?" An old man with a dark face and a messy beard hurriedly squeezed over, bent down and said, "Sir, wait, I'll ask." But he had just met Shen Yuanjing's powerful man at the city gate, for fear of angering his companions.

The old man asked a lot of questions before turning around and said with a strange expression: "They all said there were monsters. A gust of demon wind just passed by, and all dozens of people fell to the ground and died without saying a word."

Ning Daoqi had already observed the cause of death for everyone, all of whom were hit by gravity. Except for Shen Yuanjing, no one should be able to do it here, so he began to say, "What kind of demon wind is it? It's just Brother Shen's move. But he was chasing Zhao Deyan, so he should have no time to do it. What did these people say and offend him?"

The old man's heart trembled when he heard this, but even though Dazhi was famous, he was too far away from everyone. The three evil evils of the black water among these dead people were extremely vicious. The demon king who was truly scary, but he was beaten to death in a moment.

He quickly asked others for a few more words before he stammered and responded: "These warriors gathered in the streets, as if they were talking about the newly robbed Han caravan."

Ning Daoqi snorted coldly and said, "It's so good to die." He stomped his foot, and the corpse in the middle of the street seemed to be dragged, and suddenly moved to both sides, frightening the onlookers to panic.

He walked by with his horse and said loudly: "The murderers are the Han people of Central Plains Shen Yuanjing and Ning Daoqi. If you want to take revenge, come here." After hearing these two names, several foreign men who were about to come forward to question him quickly shrank back.
Chapter completed!