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The different colored bandits were not the same. They were all mixed together in one place and formed an attack formation with many bandits. There were some well-trained individuals amongst them, but those close to Tuoba Fei were most likely unwilling to fight him.

However, those yellow-clothed men didn't appear beside Tuoba Fei and his subordinates. Instead, they were battling with the officials and troops of the Grand Kang Empire from afar.

A team of soldiers protected Yue Chanjuan and the crossbow truck tightly and retreated to the north. Yue Chanjuan hoped that Tuoba Fei would discover the danger on her side in time and send people over to help.

"He wants the ballista, right?"

A cold light flashed in his dark and bright eyes. It was as if they were twinkling stars in the sky. In just a split-second, the stars in the sky had dimmed down.

"Retreat, block the yellow-clothed man, don't let him near the ballista."

The sandstorm, however, led the group forward step by step. It was not willing to relax in the slightest as it stared intently at the crossbow. The purpose of his next visit was to get the crossbow back.

A pair of beast-like eyes revealed itself from a carriage as a cold smile appeared on his face.

Yue Chanjuan seemed to have sensed something as she turned around to look. However, she was met with the gloomy gaze of Sulu Lianshan.

When their gazes met, she suddenly felt a sense of danger, as if she was being stared at by a ferocious beast. He returned the greeting with a cold and fearless gaze. Somehow, he had a premonition that the yellow-clothed man of today had some sort of relationship with Sulu Lianshan.

It was just an inexplicable intuition, but her intuition was always accurate.

His gaze swept past the sandstorm and Sulu Mountain. He seemed to have noticed their gazes locked onto each other and gave a slight signal.

"How can there be such a coincidence? Could it be that Solu Lianshan was secretly colluding with the bandits? "But what is he trying to do?"

"Tuoba Fei."

He suddenly shouted loudly. Only after he shouted did he realize that he had been quite impolite. How could he call Tuoba Fei by his full name in front of everyone?

She could not help but blush slightly. At this moment, the sandstorm and its men had already gotten close to her and the crossbow car. In the midst of danger, Yue Chan Juan gently gritted her teeth. "Listen to my command. Prepare to start the crossbow car."

At this moment, they couldn't care too much, because they knew that if they let the sandstorm get close, they would have no way to fight back and could only allow themselves to be slaughtered.

The sandstorm and the yellow-clothed men around him were too strong and were far from something they could withstand.

"If I have to, I can only activate the ballista to temporarily stop the sandstorm from approaching."

Tuoba Fei heard Yue Chanjuan's shout. Actually, he had been secretly observing her movements, but he did not go over.

At this moment, Yue Chanjuan had already sent someone to guard the crossbow car, and was ready to start the crossbow car at any time. The flying horse galloped towards Yue Chanjuan.

He leapt from his horse, passing by Yue Chan and the crossbow, and met the sandstorm in mid-air. Their swords and sabers clashed, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

In the air, Tuoba Fei threw a kick and the sandstorm rolled backwards, dodging one of Tuoba Fei's kicks. His body landed on one knee on the ground with the blade held horizontally in front of him.

Tuoba Fei landed beside Yue Chanjuan, who was standing on the crossbow carriage. His eyes flashed with a deep and indescribable gaze, carrying an indescribable coldness and clarity.

The sandstorm rushed up once again, and a group of yellow-clothed men had already gathered around him. He took the initiative to charge up to the roof, taking out his saber to attack Yue Chan.

A few people beside him attacked at the same time, surrounding Tuoba Fei. It was too late for Yue Chan to start the ballista. Due to the arrival of Tuoba Fei earlier, she didn't give the order to start the ballista. Thus, she missed the best opportunity.

After Tuoba Fei was forced out of the crossbow carriage, the sandstorm made a move, causing Yue Chan to hastily retreat. Knowing that she was far from being a match for the sandstorm, Yue Chan wanted to pull away from it and retreat to Tuoba Fei's side.

"Come with me. I will take you to the desert and grassland. You will never forget that wonderful taste ever again!"

The maidservants were also stopped by the yellow-clothed man, no one could come to save Yue Chanjuan. He Di Hui's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, but he was tightly restrained, unable to rush over.

In the blink of an eye, the sandstorm had already restrained Yue Chanjuan. It held her by her waist and tied her hands behind her back.

"You are not allowed to move, or I will kill your princess!"

Immediately, the soldiers and maids did not dare to move again. The sandstorm ordered the yellow-clothed man to drive the ballista, snatching away a number of fine horses, before flying up to carry Yue Chan Juan onto the horse.

Yue Chan did her best to turn her head and look at Tuoba Fei. Tuoba Fei held a sharp sword in his hand and slightly raised his sword-like eyebrows, as if afraid that the sandstorm would harm her.

"Let's go!"

With the order given by the sandstorm, he didn't bother with the other two carriages. The flying horse immediately dashed out. Because he had Yue Chan in his hands, the officials and soldiers didn't dare to stop him.

The yellow-clothed man quickly retreated. Some of them retreated through the underground tunnel, while others rode on their horses and followed the sandstorm outside.

Tuoba Fei waved his hand and quickly followed behind the sandstorm along with his men. They rushed out of the battle formation and disappeared into the night.

What he saw was a pair of golden eyes. They were extremely beautiful, but their eyes and faces were filled with a wild and unruly aura.

He wasn't tall, and his body wasn't sturdy. He had light brown eyebrows and an ordinary appearance that didn't seem out of the ordinary. However, his pair of bright and beautiful eyes gave him an extraordinary air. His thick, slightly curly beard only reached his temples and covered most of his face.

Who would have thought that the person who was praised so highly by the bandits was actually such a small, unremarkable looking man.

At this moment, she was lying in the embrace of the sandstorm, her face facing the sky.

Since he did not speak, he felt that speaking now was unnecessary, so he just lay there silently and peacefully in the crook of his arm. This was the first time that a horse galloped at such a high speed with the sound of the wind passing by.

It wasn't that they hadn't ridden a horse before, but they rarely rode at extreme speeds. And the horse of the sandstorm was obviously a fine horse that had been chosen from tens of thousands of miles, its speed as fast as flying.

Closing her eyes, she felt like she was flying. If she was carried by someone else, or if she was riding a horse by herself, she would definitely be very happy.

"Do you feel the free wind? I am that wind, sweeping by and by the time others sense my existence, I will already be far away. Do you know the meaning behind the sandstorm? "

"It carries a great amount of dust and dry soil, making the air turbid and the sky yellow, just like the weather just now."

"Haha …"

Sandstorm laughed out loud. He reached out his hand and gently touched Yue Chan Juan's forehead. "Such smooth skin. It's as beautiful as a Gesun Flower. No, it's even more beautiful than a Gesun Flower."

Yue Chanjuan tilted her head slightly, but fortunately, the sandstorm only touched her forehead for a moment before leaving.

"Good horse, what horse is this?"

"Do you like good horses? I can give you a good horse, but when I get to my place, I can choose any good horse that has no owner. This is the Yellow River, its speed is as fast as lightning, I named it Chasing Wind. "

The sandstorm gently touched the horse's mane, its gaze looking at its most beloved companion. To these bandits, a handsome horse was even more important than a companion. To them, they were companions that they could entrust their lives to.

The nomads couldn't do without horses, and the army and bandits couldn't do without horses. Without horses, it would be difficult for them to walk.

"Want to see my Chasing Wind?"

Yue Chan slightly nodded her head. Seeing that the sandstorm didn't seem to be a cruel person, her eyes were filled with gentleness when she mentioned Chasing Wind's words.

The sandstorm carried Yue Chanjuan up and made her sit in front of him with her back against his chest. Yue Chanjuan lowered her head and looked at the sandstorm horses.

The golden fur was like sand, shimmering like gold under the moonlight. Even the sand couldn't conceal its brilliance and color.

Tall and big, with long legs and an extraordinary appearance. It could truly be said that he had sharp ears and light hooves. The four hooves landed on the desert and desert, soundlessly, like a gust of wind.

The sandstorm untied the rope in Yue Chanjuan's hand and whispered into her ear, "Don't think of anything else and obediently follow me. Otherwise, don't blame me for not showing mercy to you."

"Why are you worried? There are no horses here. Where can I run to?" Even if there were horses, what kind of horses would be faster than your Wind Chaser? "I am just a weak girl, and you are the famous hero of this place. Are you still afraid that I will run away?"