when! when! Without saying a word, he took action as soon as he said it. The man who was the leader of the bandits struck at Li Xiuyuan with one knife. The two knives intersected in the air, making a harsh sound.
"Brothers, come on!" Three more people rushed towards Li Xiuyuan and the young monk.
"Brother, Wuliang will fight with them!" The little monk rushed out from behind him!
"Pfft!" a sound sounded, but it was the masked bandit who rushed at the front who was stabbed in the chest by the young monk's sword.
"Ah..." But the bandit who followed him slashed out with a knife and cut the little monk's arm.
Two streaks of blood splashed out like arrows, instantly dyeing the yellow sand on the ground red.
The little monk, who was inexperienced, was injured as soon as he took action.
Li Xiuyuan immediately threw down the bearded man, slashed out with his sword, decapitated the bandit who was jumping on the young monk, then whirled around and beheaded again;
"Crack!" There was a sound, but the scimitar in the hand of the bandit who rushed towards him was cut off by Li Xiuyuan!
Then a human head flew out, and the head was severed under the broken knife!
Now that he has taken action, Li Xiuyuan will not leave any chance to his opponent.
The little monk felt that he was between life and death. The bandits that rushed towards him had no heads. He was so frightened that he screamed and even forgot that he had already swung his knife to kill people.
"Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"
Just when the bandit leader roared and rushed towards the two of them again, and more bandits waved their scimitars and rushed towards them...
At this moment, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook, as if the sky was falling apart.
In just the blink of an eye, flying sand all over the sky swept towards the bandits, the caravan guys lying on the ground, and Li Xiuyuan and others.
Li Xiuyuan took the young monk's hand, took out a long sword, and thrust it into the ground without any explanation.
Yu dug out a sand pit in an instant and pulled the little monk to jump down. The crazy yellow sand came in instantly, covering everyone's eyes.
Tripitaka is protected by the Bodhisattva's Zen staff, so nothing major can happen to him.
Now he wanted to protect the little monk from the sudden sandstorm. The yellow sand was so long that the little monk had never experienced such danger.
The whole earth has been shaking, as if the yellow sand will be lifted up in the next moment and all the creatures here will be buried.
Anyone who has never experienced a desert storm would have no chance of surviving in such a violent sandstorm.
And at this moment, the bandit leader who slashed at Li Xiuyuan was so frightened that he ran away and joined his companions to find a shelter from the wind.
In just an instant, the whole place was filled with flying sand and rocks, and the whistling yellow sand covered everything. No matter whether they were bandits or caravan men, they could not see their companions clearly.
Even the calls for help were swallowed up by the wind and sand at this moment, leaving only the sound of furious whining between heaven and earth.
The experienced caravan immediately made all the horses form a circle, like a wall, and tightly held the reins of the horses.
In the desert, humans and horses share the same fate, and neither can live without the other.
In front of the wind and sand, no one cares that Li Xiuyuan and the young monk killed several companions before. All the bandits want to live.
Then get out of this hellish place alive.
This was a time of life and death, and no one would hesitate. The bandits followed the boss and burrowed into the Populus euphratica forest not far away.
Only by holding together can we survive such a storm.
Li Xiuyuan in the sandpit pressed the young monk's head under his body and asked him to shout a few words loudly into his ear. He held the scimitar tightly in his right hand to guard against sudden dangers.
The wind in the sky whined loudly, condensing the yellow sand all over the sky into a huge salon, raging everywhere.
The young monk's face was covered with a gauze scarf, and at this time Li Xiuyuan had already wrapped his entire head.
The caravan guys even pulled their horses to lie on the ground, working together to fight against the wind and sand.
Sanzang was just sitting there motionless. Although his face was covered with gauze, no wind and sand could disturb the golden bell three feet in front of him, which was transformed by the light of the Buddha.
The black diamond Zen staff has a Buddha's light that quietly envelopes Tripitaka in the Buddha's light, regardless of the invasion of wind and sand.
The yellow sand in the sky bypassed Sanzang's face and continued to wreak havoc in all directions.
Li Xiuyuan's eyes narrowed, and he frowned slightly, because he felt a few black shadows that were not afraid of death touching Sanzang in the yellow sand.
I couldn't help but curse in my heart.
They are really looking for death. They think Sanzang, shrouded in Buddha's light, has a treasure hidden in his body, and want to kill people and seize the treasure under the raging wind and sand.
Silently, he handed the hilt of the sword tightly held in his left hand into the young monk's hand.
Putting away the scimitar in his hand, Li Xiuyuan took out the iron arrow.
If you want to die, I will help you.
However, at this moment, the little monk pushed aside the black gauze on his face and said, "Brother, those bandits want to harm Senior Brother Sanzang, hurry up!"
Before he could speak, the young monk's voice was swallowed up by the furious wind.
Li Xiuyuan pressed his head and said in a deep voice: "Never mind your business, just hold on to the hilt of the sword."
At the same time, several more murderous auras came from not far away, obviously not far from the sand pit where the two were hiding.
Just at this time!
Because he was talking to the young monk, Li Xiuyuan had to take care of Sanzang again, and he was a little distracted.
In this moment, a scimitar swung towards him silently from the roaring sand.
In the eyes of these bandits, Li Xiuyuan and the young monk killed their brothers. Even if the storm came, they would keep an eye on the two of them, ready to assassinate them.
In this rolling yellow sand, it is undoubtedly a good time to kill someone.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan suddenly let go of the hand holding the young monk, his arms suddenly exerted force, the bow string sounded, and a bolt of lightning pierced the crazy yellow sand and flew back.
It was faster than an instant, and there was just a muffled hum in the whining wind. Even the bandit's companions didn't know what was going on.
Then one person was swept away by the sand and disappeared somewhere.
Once the bow and arrow in Li Xiuyuan's hand is fired, it will not stop.
Whoosh whoosh!
The bows and arrows were mixed in the terrifying wind and sand, turning into lightning bolts one after another, piercing the yellow sand and flying toward the bandits who were rushing toward him and Sanzang.
A dozen iron arrows flew out, and a dozen black shadows disappeared into the wind and sand in the sky. It was unknown where they were swept away by the rolling sand.
All this happens in the blink of an eye!
After doing all this, Li Xiuyuan was no longer anxious, because the black shadows surrounding him had disappeared, and he was going to be a hunter.
The little monk couldn't help but dig out his head again and said, "Brother, Wuliang can help you."
Li Xiuyuan patted his head: "Before you found the bandits, they were swept away by the sand. Come out if you want to die."
The little monk was startled and immediately retreated into the sand pit.
There was a whine of horses in the wind. It turned out that the bandit's horse was swept up by the wind and fell into the yellow sand. Before it could scream a few times, it was buried in the yellow sand.
It was not until this moment that Li Xiuyuan's spiritual consciousness saw the three horses of his own, lying obediently behind Sanzang, shivering in fear under the shroud of Buddhism.
He didn't even dare to let out a roar.
The rolling yellow sand is raging in the desert along with the strong winds, swallowing up one life after another.
Soon, these horses and people swallowed by the yellow sand will turn into a pile of bones in the desert.
Woohoo! A burst of yellow sand rolled towards Li Xiuyuan, trying to swallow the two of them up.
The yellow sand in the sky is still roaring, but it is not as violent as before, and it is gradually weakening.
The vibrations under the long yellow sand have long since disappeared, returning to the previous calm.
The sudden scenery comes and goes even faster.
Li Xiuyuan watched the strong wind in the sky gradually disappear, and the crazy wind and sand turned into waves on the river, forming ripples one after another on the yellow sand.
After a storm, the scene in front of me changed a lot. The caravan guys and horses disappeared.
A bandit and his horse were buried under the thick yellow sand, never to see the light of day again.
And some bones that had been dormant for thousands of years were once again turned over by the wind and sand.
Only those tenacious Populus euphratica forests, spread across the desert, are not afraid of the raging wind and sand in this world.
There was a terrifying murderous aura permeating Li Xiuyuan and the two of them.
Looking around, there were only three people who were killed by him and the little monk, and the guy who he shot with a bow and arrow and disappeared into the wind and sand.
Half of the bandits who had formed a group and were hiding in the Populus euphratica forest had been reduced. From a team of nearly a hundred people, there were less than forty people left.
However, there were wailing sounds in the caravan, and it was obvious that some of the guys were also taken away by the sudden storm.
Only Sanzang remained unmoved, muttering Buddhist scriptures.
If you can not retreat from your original intention, you will obtain the holy mark of receiving the Holy Mark.
Those who want to cultivate supreme Bodhi can even escape the suffering of the three realms.
Pulling the young monk out of the sandpit, Li Xiuyuan took off the gauze scarf around his face and shook off the yellow sand on it.
The little monk patted the yellow sand on his body, took off his gauze scarf, and started swinging it like his brother.
He turned and looked at Sanzang not far away, with a smile on his face, and he ran over with a cheer.
But Li Xiuyuan opened the bow and arrow in his hand and aimed at the bandits who were rushing towards him.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan standing in the wind and sand, a group of bandits who survived the storm turned all their fear into madness. They wanted to use a massacre to wash away their previous fear and anxiety.
The bearded man in black stared at Li Xiuyuan not far away, gently raised his hand and said: "Kill him!"
As he said these words, a group of bandits went completely crazy.
Countless swords were unsheathed at this moment, flashing with frightening light, and rushed towards Li Xiuyuan.
In an instant, countless men in black jumped up from the yellow sand. At this moment, they no longer had to disguise their murderous aura, just to move forward.
Nearly forty bandits weaved a murderous net across the desert, not allowing a single person to slip out of their net.
In the other direction, the middle-aged man who led the caravan looked a little pale, and the surviving guys also had a strong look of fear on their faces.
However, a thrilling sneer appeared on the corner of Li Xiuyuan's mouth.
What he saw in his eyes was no longer bandits, but wolves from the wilderness.
The bandits just wanted to kill the young man in front of them and then rob the caravan of goods.
Moreover, their mission is not as simple as just killing people, but has a more important mission.
Killing everyone in front of them regardless of whether they are innocent or not is the confidence of the desert bandits.
No matter who you are, as long as you enter this long yellow sand world, you must abide by the rules of the desert king, and they are just the king's subordinates.
From a distance, the little monk looked at the bandits who looked like tigers and wolves, and couldn't help shouting: "Brother Amu, do you want me to help?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied coldly: "No!"
Now that the young monk's killing path has been broken, the next thing will be done by him alone, and the three of them will continue on their way.
"What are you looking at? Brothers, rush forward together and kill that kid!"
The bandit in black who rushed at the front was already less than ten feet away from Li Xiuyuan.
"Whoosh!" An arrow shot out, and Li Xiuyuan said to the young monk: "Kill the wolf quickly! Accurately! Cruelly!"
