The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

desert.

The climate here is changeable, sometimes sunny, sometimes windy and sandy.

The boundless desert is like a yellow sea, and the sun is flying in the sky, shining with thousands of lights.

The continuous undulating sand dunes are like waves in the sea.

The desert was hit by a strong wind, the sand particles were flying, and the sky was dark. This is simply a world of sand, and there is no place for any creature to stand.

The hot air seems to be able to steam people.

The sand waves surged forward with the wind, like an invisible giant hand, peeling off one layer of the desert, and another layer...

The quicksand beneath his feet was boiling hot, as if it was about to turn into flaming red lava.

One after another whirlwind rolled up the yellow sand, forming billowing sand mist.

In this boundless desert, there is a young man walking in the desert alone with a sword on his back.

The man was six feet six tall, with blue hair and fair face, and he was extremely handsome.

However, in those deep eyes, there is a sense of indifference, and there is even a profound insight into the world.

Suddenly, on the distant horizon, a lush oasis appeared.

Green willows line the shade, reflecting on the rippling lake.

The boy thought to himself: "Is it finally here?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the oasis, and that figure rushed towards the young man quickly.

There was a feeling in the hearts of the two of them at the same time.

Not long after, the figure had arrived in front of the boy.

I saw that person standing proudly, with a relaxed expression, but exuding a strange and inexplicable intimidating aura, as if a god and demon ruling the prairie in the dark suddenly appeared in the world.

He looked only about thirty, with a perfect body, his bronzed skin shone with a dazzling luster, and his long legs made his majestic body look like he was leaning towards the starry sky. The wild hemp robe on his body fluttered in the wind , the palm is broad and wide, and it seems to contain the most terrifying power in the world.

The most soul-stirring thing is that he is like an ocean full of undercurrents, with stillness in the movement, and movement in the stillness, making it impossible for people to fathom its movement.

The black hair was tied back into a bun, and the handsome and ancient face was like a bronze portrait without any blemishes. Just one glance is enough to make people unforgettable for a lifetime, and the heart is full of fear.

A pair of eyes full of seductive charm, stern and high-spirited are embedded on the tall and straight nose, but they do not reveal the changes and feelings in the heart, making people feel that he can destroy anyone or anything at any time. , without the slightest guilt afterwards.

"You are Ba Fenghan?" the man said.

The young man smiled slightly and said: "Boy Ba Fenghan, I have met Wu Zun!"

It turned out that this young man was Ba Fenghan, he grew up in the desert, his relatives and friends were killed by Jieli Khan's Golden Wolf Army, therefore, he hated the Turks deeply.

A little older, he became a horse thief, good at hiding and tracking.

The person in front of him is none other than one of the three most famous masters in the world, Wu Zun Bixuan.

Bi Xuan has been in the prairie for no reason, and his reputation has lasted for decades.

Ba Fenghan had already taken the long sword on his back, sighed softly, and said: "A month ago, I went to the Central Plains, first beheaded Ren Shaoming, so as to attract Qu Ao, and within thirty moves, I used this The sword cut off his head!"

Naqu Aoben was the second best player on the prairie and the desert, only under Bi Xuan.

Ba Fenghan took the package from behind and was still in front of Bi Xuan.

"Qu Ao's head is in it!"

He went on to say: "So, my Geng invites Wu Zun to fight Wu Zun, and I must fight Wu Zun to determine the number one expert in the Western Regions! Now my Xuanxuan Sword will be renamed after today!"

Bi Xuan's eyes narrowed into a straight line.

Ba Fenghan said: "After this sword drinks your blood, it will be renamed Tianxia!"

Bi Xuan snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid today, your so-called wish will come to an end with the passing of your life!"

In Ba Fenghan's eyes, there was a frightening smile, and he said: "Wu Zun came today empty-handed, I'm afraid the defeat will be even faster!"

Bi Xuan's weapon was originally a heavy spear, weighing 99 catties. The spear's name is Agu Shihuaya, which means the scar of the moon night.When he was young, he charged forward and entered the battle, and he was invincible across the grassland. When he first debuted, he praised that no one could knock him off the back of a horse.

He has not used the Agu Shihua Yaspear for decades, because he can rule the world with only his hands.

Bi Xuandao: "You are too arrogant!"

Ba Fenghan smiled slightly, and said: "Originally, in time, my achievements in this body would never be inferior to yours. Now, I am no longer me...you are definitely no longer my opponent! Perhaps, I There is only one opponent!"

In his heart, a person suddenly appeared.

One month ago, when he went to the Central Plains, when he took Qu Ao's life, the Martial Order system suddenly reminded him.

"Is it the shadow swordsman Yang Xuyan? It seems that he has escaped from his original destiny! It seems that he is undoubtedly that person!"