"The grass is really a sandstorm!" Zhou Jian cursed angrily, his whole body tensed in an instant, even more tense than being chased by countless monks!

"There are pursuers behind and sandstorms in front of them, what should I do?" Master Ku panicked slightly. Even if his martial arts are extremely powerful, there was no way at this moment.

"Does God want us to be defeated?" Some people were sad and angry and unwilling to accept it.

Seeing that death was already over the head, 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 was a way for the ancients. It was the same as when a person was about to faint and bite his tongue.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked!

Rush over?

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

"Quick, there's no time! Hu Ba is about to catch up, and it's all desperate situations, just bet! My life is up to me, but I can't help it!" Zhou Jian roared, and a kind of iron-blooded temperament broke out in the desperate situation.

Suddenly, all the passionate blood of the Qingtian Guard was stimulated, my life was in my hands, and my life was not in my hands!

"Yes!" They roared, then drew their swords and cut them on the horse's butt. It was neither deep nor shallow, but the stinging pain made the already exhausted horse suffer instantly.

"Neal!" The horse neighed loudly, then charged with its hooves, which was much faster.

"Hurry, hurry up, rush over!" Zhou Jian kept roaring and completely broke into the wind and sand area. The howling wind and yellow sand filled the sky gradually became gloomy, making people unable to open their eyes.

As a native of the Western Regions, the Mani Mountains cult members naturally saw the burning clouds and the strangeness in the sky ahead.

"No, I'm encountering a sandstorm. Master, we can't chase after you!" A monk shouted with fear.

Seeing this, Hu Ba's eyes were bloody and he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. After chasing for so long, he was about to catch up with him, but he was unwilling to accept it!

"no!"

"We must chase after you, sprint for me, and catch that group of Han people before the sandstorm arrives!" He yelled and started playing his life.

"This..." Some monks hesitated.

"This is what? If you can't catch someone, no one can explain it to Dunhuang! Whoever dares to say more, I will send him to rebirth immediately!" Hu Ba roared, and had already fallen from heaven to the mortal world.

“Yes, yes!”

The monks didn't dare to say anything more and immediately stepped up their pursuit.

Two yellow sand rolled, and as we watched, the pursuit and breakthrough became more and more crazy!

In less than half a stick of incense, the wind was blowing between heaven and earth, and darkness and dust enveloped everything in the desert. The dead bones of animals, stones, and rotten wooden roots were all rolled!

sensation!

As lightning and thunder were roaring, sandstorms officially arrived, like black dragons entrenched between the sky and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and devouring everything, which was so terrifying!

This is the absolute wonder of nature, and it is absolutely dangerous!

The horses were terrified and neighed, unable to tell the direction, and kept running around. Zhou Jian grabbed the reins tightly, his eyes even reaching the point where he could not open them.

"No, it's too late!" Master Ku roared, but he could only vaguely hear a little sound, and the rest were all the sounds of wind and sand.

"Dig a hole, dig a hole on the spot!" Zhou Jian yelled, and the black hair danced wildly. This may be the closest he has ever died so far, but he does not intend to compromise.

The Qingtian Guards were blown to the point of being tilted, and they jumped off their horses with knives and prepared to dig a hole.
Chapter completed!