"Woo!" The wind was getting tighter at this time.
Gusts of strong wind rolled up the yellow sand on both sides of the official road, along with the dead trees on the ground. In the blink of an eye, a tornado raged in front of everyone's eyes.
The bandits in Niujiao Town had long been accustomed to such strong winds, so they turned a blind eye and continued to charge forward while waving their swords.
In the eyes of the bandits, today is a killing game, a feast where less defeats more.
Each one of them was as excited as if they had drank three bowls of strong liquor and received chicken blood.
Letting out a roar, more than a hundred bandits roared in unison, which was more terrifying than the sudden appearance of a tornado.
The difference is that when the fortune teller faced such a tornado, he had to close his eyes.
The bandits turned their backs to the wind and rushed toward Li Xiuyuan. But he failed. He was facing the wind like Li Xiuyuan, and now he couldn't open his eyes.
"Kill him!" The fat man rushing in front cheered.
"Kill him!" Several bandits following him also shouted.
"Brothers, everyone come together!" The strong wind swept more bandits, and they rushed towards Li Xiuyuan without even having to charge.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The bandits didn't know how many cuts they made, nor how much sword energy they unleashed from the long swords in their hands. They could only make earth-shattering roars, one wave after another.
The sky was filled with rolling yellow sand, and the sky was filled with the lights and shadows of swords. It was unclear how many lives were shattered in the whining wind and the cheers of the bandits.
And until this moment, Li Xiuyuan still hadn't moved even half a step.
Just like his battle with Qin Qianshan, who had transformed into a demon king, at the foot of the magic mountain, just like his battle with the old demon who killed Ximen Xiaoyu in the mountains of Wangtian City.
In the strong wind, he stood up like an unshakable stone pillar.
And he was not far from the bandits. No matter how slow the bandits were, driven by the tornado, they quickly rushed in front of him.
Not to mention, the fat man howling like a wild wolf and leading a dozen bandits had already surrounded him.
The yellow sand in the sky, in the tornado, fascinated the bandits' eyes.
Most people just squinted a thin line and pounced on the boy who was motionless as if he was stunned by the roar.
Wuwu, the bandits in the strong wind only felt that a dead tree scratched his body, scratching his body.
Some bandits felt a soft leaf blown by the wind and flew over their necks, giving them a cool feeling.
More bandits had the illusion that the swords of their companions were blown crooked by the strong wind.
In the flash of lightning, the swords of their companions hit themselves, so they had to fight back desperately.
No bandit is willing to be accidentally injured by his companions, so the wind instantly resounded with the earth-shattering clang of swords chopping together.
For a time, the strong wind carried the yellow sand all over the sky, making bursts of whining sounds.
The bandits who were accidentally injured by their companions let out shrill screams.
The bandits who rushed up from behind let out bloodthirsty cheers like wild wolves, and there was also the clanging sound of swords.
Only the young man in the wind stood still, letting the bandits rush past him one after another, fell to the ground, and was blown into the ditches on both sides of the official road by a gust of wind.
The swords in the wind cut together, shouting like warriors fearless of life and death, cheering as they charged towards the city gate.
The flying sword turned from leaves in his hand was only half used.
Because there are too many dead trees and yellow sand in the wind, they are like flowers all over the sky, too many to count.
All he had to do was to turn the water-like power between his fingers into the reincarnation sword that cut down the flowers all over the sky, and cut back the strong wind blowing in the face!
Even so, the bandits in the wind still didn't notice that the tornado in the sky suddenly changed its direction and blew towards them from the young man's body.
A moment, for a practitioner, is sometimes very long. It is the long time before death comes.
In an instant, sometimes so quickly that before you can see the yellow sand in the wind, the leaf has already flown past your neck.
For the fortune teller who closed his eyes, this moment was longer. He didn't need to open his eyes, just listening to the bursts of shouts, he knew that countless lives disappeared in this moment.
There are more than a hundred bandits on the official road. In the opinion of the fortune teller, as long as they don't rush up in a hurry.
Even if they are consumed one after another, Li Xiuyuan can be consumed to death in this sky full of yellow sand.
This was a good time. The bandits who had not missed all were so stubborn that they all pounced on them. I was afraid that they would be buried in the yellow sand in the sky in less than half an hour.
The young man can walk all the way from Lantian Town, how can he be afraid of bandits like you, a ragtag group of people?
Gently, the fortune teller sighed.
For some reason, a trace of happiness arose in my heart. I was glad that I had washed my hands in a golden basin and was not tempted by the immediate benefits. I was glad that I was still alive.
It is really a lucky thing for these bandits to survive in front of this young man who is like a murderous god.
And he is still alive because of the sword in his hand that he put down.
He had even expected that not far ahead, the Silver Wolf from Yinchuan City hiding in the wind, or the Gongye Yewang from Loulan, might have the same outcome as the bandits in front of him.
Being killed on the spot is definitely not what the bandits want.
However, the screams coming from the wind strengthened his inner understanding. For the bandits, today was not a feast, but a massacre.
From the perspective of the fortune teller, who is a great monk in the Fusion Realm, the young man does not need any fancy skills to fight against these bandits.
All he needs to do is possess powerful physical strength, and he can kill the bandits rushing towards him one by one in the long yellow sand.
When the sword comes out, the competition is to see who is stronger! More ruthless!
The fat man who rushed at the front had very domineering swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that the swordsmanship of the young man in front of him was even more domineering!
He didn't even see clearly whether the boy had made a move, but he felt a light leaf fly past his throat, and then suddenly a hammer hit his chest in the wind.
Then, there is nothing more.
Until he fell heavily to the ground, he still held the long knife tightly in his hand and never flinched because he was a bandit.
However, he was destroyed in an instant by the young man's more domineering sword energy.
The strong wind rolled up yellow sand all over the sky, but it had no impact on Li Xiuyuan at all, because his face was originally covered with a piece of black cloth. There were no bandits in his eyes, nor was there any yellow sand in the tornado.
The yellow sand could not cover his eyes, and there were countless black shadows rushing towards him, so he boldly slashed out the swords filled with flowers in the sky and slashed at the bandits who were rushing towards him.
For these bandits in front of them, there is never any mutual defeat, only one sword can separate life and death.
This fight did not last long, and the howling wind had not completely stopped.
The sound of fighting on the official road and the clanging sound of swords clashing together gradually stopped.
Opening his eyes, the fortune teller sighed heavily.
There was an expression of excitement on his face. Today he witnessed the young murderer appearing on the snowy field.
Facing the corpses on the ground, he didn't have much interest in the bandits who were lucky enough to survive. He was not even in a hurry to clean up the battlefield in front of him.
You know, if he hadn't washed his hands in a golden basin, his target would be the same as these bandits, and he would also be the young man in front of him.
But now, he feels that the decision he made in the courtyard of Sanhao Old Man was the most correct one.
As long as he can resist the temptation in front of him, he can even travel around the world, telling people's fortunes while witnessing one miracle after another.
One day, he will break through that legendary threshold.
"Woo!" The tornado that was raging in one area gradually stopped, and the bandits' "Ouch!" The shocking roars also stopped.
There were nearly two hundred bandits who had blocked the official road. At present, there were only a few dozen people holding swords stupidly, standing in the wind.
Some guys couldn't stand the excitement and ran wildly into the wilderness with their heads in their hands.
While running wildly, he discovered the roar of a dying beast, which seemed extremely sad to the ears of the fortune teller.
Until this moment, Li Xiuyuan still did not move, because there were dozens of bandits with swords not far away, staring at him coldly.
The surviving bandits all have good cultivation and are fully capable of killing a peerless master!
And in their view, these guys who died were seeking their own death. They didn't have much ability, but they came to Niujiao Town to lick blood.
These guys need to die so they can get what they want.
Kill the young man in front of you first, and then clean up the battlefield. Not only can you get more profits, but you can also make a fortune.
No matter how strong the young man in the wind is, he is still at the end of his strength after all his efforts. Facing dozens of their swords, in their eyes, he has already won.
But Li Xiuyuan seemed to be afraid.
Looking up at the dark clouds in the sky, he said coldly: "As I said before, you can still leave here now. I'll pretend I didn't see you!"
Despite this, everything in front of them has fundamentally changed, and most of the bandits are dead.
Even if Li Xiuyuan said these words, it still could not change the bandits' intention to kill him. At this time, no one could change their final determination.
The moment they drew their swords, it was destined that they and the boy would only live or die.
The surviving bandits will not flinch in the slightest, not because too many of their companions have died. They don't even have the heart to avenge their companions.
It's because the young man in front of them is their prey, and the bandits where they are are not allowing their prey to escape from their hands.
Even if the young man is a monster, the bandits will work together to kill him in front of their eyes.
Without reservation, the bandits roared and used their strongest swords one after another. The corpses on the ground aroused the bloodthirsty in their hearts.
The furious bandits brandished dozens of swords, intertwined with each other, and instantly formed a large web of swords, rushing towards Li Xiuyuan not far away.
For the bandits, the wisest choice is to attack first. There are many of them and the wind has stopped now.
When the wind stops, the boy can no longer use his magic.
No matter how you look at it, they all have a chance to win. The bandits believe they will win! Only the fortune teller standing far away on the side of the road sighed softly.
If it were him in the past, he felt that he would definitely win!
In the world, no one is more unreasonable than bandits, and no one is more domineering than dozens of bandits joining forces to attack!
No one can stop the swords they have slashed out, they are the overlords of the wasteland!
Amid the roars of the bandits rushing over, Li Xiuyuan bent down and picked up a handful of fine pieces of dead tree from the ground.
Facing the crazy attacks of the bandits, Li Xiuyuan turned himself into a tree, a tree swaying in the wind.
"Go! Go! Go!" The bandits slashed out countless swords, but Li Xiuyuan just waved the leaves like an old tree, flying leaves and dead branches towards the enemy.
Swords cut through the void and came towards Li Xiuyuan.
And the countless dead tree leaves are like a gentle knife, cutting through the pieces of tofu in an instant, and harvesting everything with a gentle sword.
In the distance, the fortune teller let out an exclamation.
