The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and all you could see was endless yellow sand.

It has been a day since Zhang Yuzhu came here.

That day, he set off from the Snowy Mountains and prepared to return to the Central Plains Wulin to look for martial arts secrets that would allow him to make a breakthrough.

However, what I didn't expect was that as soon as I walked out of the snowy mountains, I encountered heavy fog.

Originally, Zhang Yuzhu didn't think much about it. The ice and snow melted and the temperature rose, making it easy to encounter heavy fog.

As long as you walk out, isn't it enough?

However, just after walking out of the heavy fog, the world seemed to have played a joke on Zhang Yuzhu. He appeared directly on the desert riding a horse.

This stunned him.

Does this also have automatic transition?

From extremely cold to extremely hot, the change is almost instantaneous.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuzhu's cultivation has reached the point where he is immune to cold and heat, so he doesn't need to take off his heavy clothes.

At this time, the sun hanging high above the head was constantly emitting light and scorching the earth.

However, once it comes, it is safe to do so. Zhang Yuzhu has nothing to be afraid of.

The energy in the blood light is enough for Zhang Yuzhu to consume for several months, not to mention that Zhang Yuzhu also carries some horse meat.

As a human being in the third life, I am either running for life, planning to slay demons, or thinking of ways to practice external skills.

Now that we finally have the opportunity to travel by car, why not take a good look at this magnificent desert scene?

"The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river!"

Looking at the setting sun and the magnificent scene, a poem came to Zhang Yuzhu's mind.

It’s really fitting for the occasion.

At the same time, there was another poem that made Zhang Yuzhu feel a little unlucky.

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk!"

"drive!"

He chose a direction, slowly urged the horse, and kept walking forward.

As long as we don't go in the wrong direction, we will be able to get out of this desert sooner or later.

Under the magnificent scenery of the desert, there is also incomparable cruelty.

Zhang Yuzhu had already seen a lot of these bones covered by the wind and sand on the road this day.

Fear is not enough to be fearful. After all, Zhang Yuzhu has experienced a lot of fighting, and has reduced many people to ashes. How can he be afraid of these bones?

"If I wait a few more days, I still won't be able to get out!"

Zhang Yuzhu patted the horse's neck and said, "I'm fine, this horse can't stand it!"

In fact, the horses have no water or food, and with such hot weather, the horses will not be able to bear it.

"I heard that there is a big temperature difference between day and night in the desert," Zhang Yuzhu thought to himself, "I can feel it today!"

After riding a horse for a day, all he could see was yellow sand. Zhang Yuzhu had no hope of getting out of this desert in a short time.

The temperature during the day was too high, and some of the horse meat Zhang Yuzhu brought had been completely dried.

Although there is blood light that continuously provides energy to Zhang Yuzhu, he has not developed the habit of not eating.

The dried horse meat was chewed into pieces by Zhang Yuzhu and swallowed.

“It’s really uncomfortable to have no water!”

"Hu~hu~"

got windy!

Looking at the rising sand, Zhang Yuzhu knew something was wrong.

"Did I encounter a sandstorm?"

Looking at the sight of yellow sand filling the sky, Zhang Yuzhu became extremely alert.

He had often heard that sandstorms were terrifying.

Especially in the desert.

The fine sand hitting Zhang Yuzhu's body was like a breeze blowing on his face.

It is true that Zhang Yuzhu's external skills are too powerful, and the lethality of these sands is not that terrifying.

However, the lethality of sand is very weak, but when combined with the wind, its power is not weak.

It can even be said to be terrifying.

If the sandstorm lasts long enough, no matter how powerful Zhang Yuzhu's external skills are, what will happen?

As long as he is buried in the sand, doesn't he have to breathe?

"hiss!"

The horse, frightened by the sandstorm, neighed loudly, and Zhang Yuzhu could feel its fear.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and Zhang Yuzhu gradually became unable to stand. His body was constantly blown backward by the wind.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, Zhang Yuzhu picked up the wrought iron rod he brought with him, pointed it at the yellow sand on the ground, and thrust it in hard.

Holding the wrought iron rod tightly, Zhang Yuzhu allowed the wind and sand to continuously hit him.

Seeing the pain of the horse, Zhang Yuzhu took the reins directly and put it on the wrought iron rod in his hand.

Let the horses stand behind Zhang Yuzhu, so that they can at least help him carry some sand.

The blood knife was held by Zhang Yuzhu's other hand, and he was constantly waving it in front of him.

The sword light flashed, and in this sandstorm, it turned out to be a vacuum zone.

The sand can no longer fly in.

"The ancients described the swordsmanship as so powerful that it cannot be splashed with water!"

Zhang Yuzhu still had time to think about these things at this time, "I think it's okay if I'm not as good as the wind and sand!"

Although a vacuum zone was formed, the sand brought by the sandstorm was still piling up around Zhang Yuzhu.

Gradually, it reached his knees.

However, the sandstorm still showed no sign of stopping and continued to grow in size.

"This won't work!"

Zhang Yuzhu felt that the sand was almost up to his waist, and he felt like he couldn't help it.

If this continues, as long as the wind and sand don't stop, he will be buried alive by the sand sooner or later.

While waving the bloody knife, he struggled to move his legs out of the accumulated sand.

A lot of iron rods were also buried.

"rise!"

Zhang Yuzhu shouted secretly in his heart, holding an iron rod as thick as his arm with one hand, and pulled out a lot of the iron rod from the accumulated sand.

As for the horse behind Zhang Yuzhu, there is no need to worry about it at all.

In this sandstorm, it itself was constantly moving, and the yellow sand blown over was always under its hooves.

“I haven’t felt anything like this in a long time!”

Ever since Zhang Yuzhu achieved great success in his external skills, Zhang Yuzhu has no longer felt any pain in his arms.

At this time, even though it was supplemented by blood light, Zhang Yuzhu's arm, which kept waving the blood knife, felt bursts of soreness.

The handle of the blood knife was changed inadvertently, and now it was replaced by a left-handed knife.

As for his right hand, he was holding the iron rod tightly at this time to prevent himself from being blown away by the sandstorm.

The shadow of the knife kept flickering, and in a short period of time, Zhang Yuzhu actually felt tired.

He felt tired.

Physical strength is restored with blood, but mind can only be restored by sleep.

The sandstorm is far from stopping and is still going on.

The sword light in front of Zhang Yuzhu became more and more fierce, and the dance became more and more airtight.

Now he gradually forgot the time and was just waving the blood knife in his hand mechanically.

When you feel your arm is sore, change your hand quickly.

All of this was done unconsciously by Zhang Yuzhu.

The horse behind him probably knew that standing behind Zhang Yuzhu would keep him alive, so whenever Zhang Yuzhu started to change his body shape, he quickly adjusted his position.
To be continued...