Yue Hongling took a deep look at him and said nothing.

She might not have any certainty, and even if she could see, it wouldn't be as clear as someone who had truly opened the treasure. In reality, she could only sense it vaguely. The so-called "let him capsize" was just to reassure Zhao Changhe, but in essence, she hoped he would leave quickly. She had already prepared for an extremely difficult battle.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Changhe said, "Then let's go hand in hand."

The wild sand attacked, hitting their eyes, and both of them squinted, leaving only a very subtle gap, struggling to look ahead through the yellow sand.

Vaguely, someone was walking, silent in the midst of the raging wind, their footsteps soundless.

In this environment, one could really die without a sound... Zhao Changhe turned his head behind him, seemingly squinting to look, but actually looking openly behind him. In the depths of the yellow sand, many figures were moving away.

At this time, Batu and the others had already stopped fighting, all of them struggling to retreat.

Zhao Changhe sighed in relief. It was better if no one else attacked.

Even Hu Lie's subordinates were retreating. They were already unable to survive in such harsh conditions... It was not just a matter of fighting, but even survival was difficult. If they didn't retreat, they would die in the sandstorm. Fortunately, the range of human-induced changes to the intensity of the sandstorm was actually quite small, and they still had time to retreat to a lighter location outside.

Hu Lie had not used this method earlier for this reason, fearing that his subordinates would not be able to withstand it.

In fact, his use of this method was also a great consumption. To a certain extent, using and changing the power of heaven and earth was not simple for him. At this moment, his own combat power had greatly decreased, but he couldn't care about that much. Batu's inexplicable betrayal and the unexpected strength of the dog man and woman made it difficult to keep people here without doing so.

The curved blade, silent and dark, quietly approached Yue Hongling's throat in the midst of the raging sandstorm.

The true sandstorm sword technique that merged with the wild sand.

If one couldn't see, they probably wouldn't even know where the blade came from, even if their neck was cut.

Yue Hongling seemed to have no reaction as if she couldn't see anything, still shielding her eyes and stepping back, as if she also intended to retreat.

Hu Lie's originally cautious mood couldn't help but relax a little. Indeed, whether to open the treasure or not was a watershed for ordinary people. Yue Hongling had already reached the peak of an ordinary warrior, but she was still just an ordinary person! As for Zhao Changhe, he was standing not far away with both hands protecting his head, completely silent. He could survive in this sandstorm, that was all he could say!

As the thought flashed through his mind, the sword was already at Yue Hongling's throat.

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Feeling that the next moment could cut off her neck, Hu Lie even held back some of his strength, trying to change the cut into a slap, thinking that Yue Hongling was just that, and could be captured alive.

Just as he was holding back his strength, Yue Hongling, who was still shielding her eyes and retreating, suddenly moved.

The long sword in her hand suddenly burst open, as if the setting sun had spilled into the yellow sand, revealing a thousand miles of light.

Hu Lie's heart skipped a beat. Damn, Yue Hongling can play dirty too?

She can see?

"Clang!" The clash of the sword and the blade. The surrounding yellow sand was blown away by this strike, forming a small clear space between the two, with the raging sand swirling around, and the sword and blade intersecting, emitting a fierce light.

Yue Hongling, who was originally slightly inferior to him, had been at a disadvantage in their previous clashes, but this time, she was evenly matched!

Not only that, at the same time as this strike, not far from the side, Zhao Changhe, who seemed to be shielding his eyes, suddenly let out a wild roar with the Long Sparrow in his hand, bursting out a rage far beyond what he had shown in his previous battles. It was almost as if the substantial rage and power could be condensed into energy. This was not Zhao Changhe's own power, he was using the power of the Long Sparrow!

"Roar!" The sound of the blade whistled, actually overpowering the howling wind of the sandstorm, and the dragon's cry pierced the sky.

This was the power of the artifact that Zhao Changhe had always suppressed and refrained from using, the power that could engage in a back-and-forth battle with the Sword Emperor's sword shadow. In this deadly yellow sand, it burst out with terrifying power!

Damn it, who the hell is setting a trap for whom!

If Yue Hongling can see, then why can Zhao Changhe see!

Hu Lie didn't have the mind to think about it anymore. Just as the long sword clashed with Yue Hongling, the Long Sparrow had already reached her neck.

However, Zhao Changhe's self-proclaimed fatal blow also had no effect.

The curved blade and the long sword touched lightly and then separated, seizing the extremely short time difference, and also touched the Long Sparrow, almost as if a single blade had simultaneously struck Yue Hongling's sword and Zhao Changhe's blade, as if one blade had been split into two.

Then the two blades split into three, and the three split into thousands, with blades scattered throughout the yellow sand, the wind and the blades merging into one. Where the wind and sand blew, there were blades, and Hu Lie's figure seemed to have disappeared, completely concealed by the blade's momentum in the wind and sand.

This was the ultimate use of the power of the wind and sand and the deception of visual perception, beyond human ability!

Yue Hongling and Zhao Changhe both let out a muffled groan, and blood splattered from their arms. They were both shocked.

As members of the Human List, Hu Lie was much stronger than Fa Qing and much stronger than the Black Wolf King.

Under the premise of judgment errors and huge consumption, facing the long-planned killing move of the Old Six, the ones who were ultimately injured were them.

Are the top fifty really that awesome?

But it was very obvious that Hu Lie himself was not feeling well this time. It could be felt that the force of his blade was actually not as strong as before the storm intensified, and he was also weakening.

Yue Hongling closed her eyes completely.

She didn't look at the indistinguishable sandstorm and the blades, nor did she try to figure out where Hu Lie's figure was.

She focused on one thing.

"Clang!" The remaining light of the setting sun penetrated the yellow sand, and the sword energy pierced through the blade light.

Hu Lie, hidden in the sand, could no longer conceal his figure, and his curved blade turned strangely, cutting towards Yue Hongling's ribs, trying to force her back so that he could turn around and deal with Zhao Changhe.Yue Hongling's eyes were closed; she probably couldn't see or feel the bizarre and nimble trajectory of the blade, but she could sense Zhao Changhe's broadsword howling through the air.

Without any attempt to dodge, she thrust out her sword again, sealing off the direction in which Hu Lie could dodge the Long Que.

Perhaps she knew everything and was resolute. Facing such a formidable enemy, she didn't want to trade blows. How could she win without doing so?

Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat, and Hu Lie was also shocked: "You motherf..."

The curved blade sliced past his ribs, blood splattering onto the yellow sand. Yue Hongling let out a muffled grunt, but her sword path remained unchanged.

Hu Lie finally couldn't retract his blade in time to defend against the Long Que, and with his side also blocked by the sword path, he couldn't dodge. In a perilously close move, he swung his curved blade back, aiming for Zhao Changhe's ribs, hoping he would be sensible enough to dodge.

Zhao Changhe's blade momentum remained unchanged, heavily chopping down on Hu Lie's neck. At the same time, a sharp pain erupted from his ribs, having been slashed by the curved blade in the same spot as Yue Hongling.

Hu Lie twisted his body in a bizarre manner, and it seemed that the Long Que hadn't struck true. Amidst a spray of blood, he vanished into the yellow sand, leaving it unclear how badly he was injured... or even whether he had fled far away or was lurking beneath the sand, preparing for a sneak attack.

The pair exchanged a glance, neither having the strength to stand, almost simultaneously kneeling on the ground.

Their wounds tore open, their Qi rampaging unrestrained within their bodies, and the sand invading their injuries, causing excruciating pain like salt on a wound. Sweat broke out on their foreheads, only to be covered by the sand, turning into muddy smears.

Zhao Changhe struggled to move over to Yue Hongling, propping her up and taking out two pills, feeding her one: "How are you?"

"I'm okay..." Yue Hongling felt somewhat ashamed of the posture she was in, leaning against his chest. She tried to stand up with determination but ended up groaning and collapsing back into his arms.

She gave up struggling and leaned softly against him: "It's not fair. Our injuries are very similar, so why do you seem to have more strength than me?"

Zhao Changhe's face, hidden beneath the wet cloth, cracked a smile.

There was no other reason; his physique had changed. He might not be impervious to blades and spears like Situ Xiao, but at least he was tougher than an average person.

A stinky bear, after all, has thicker skin.

And the Qi invading his body seemed to be resisted and healed by the Six Harmonies Divine Art a bit better than Yue Hongling's.

Unfortunately, the bandages were packed on the horse, and he had nothing on him to dress the wounds, which was a bit troublesome.

Zhao Changhe whispered, "Hang in there. I'll help you to the horse, and we can treat the wounds there."

Yue Hongling hummed in acknowledgment, struggling to stand. Zhao Changhe didn't say much, supporting her as they moved unevenly forward.

Though he said he was helping her, they were both in so much pain that they were sweating profusely, supporting each other and moving slowly.

Blood dripped down their bodies, leaving a trail in the desert, as if bearing witness to their mutual support.

They had no leisure to think of tender sweetness or what to name their children; their minds were heavy with concern.

Because at this moment, they were in the most danger. What if Hu Lie launched a sneak attack from the sand?

Yue Hongling's injuries had already cost her spiritual perception, and her eyes couldn't withstand the sand. She covered her eyes, which were streaming with tears, looking as if she had been beaten to tears, which was extremely embarrassing. How could she deal with a sneak attack?

Zhao Changhe, on the other hand, had never had spiritual perception from the start.

He relied on his eyes, which were not obscured by the sand.

Beneath the surface, the yellow sand stirred quietly, slowly moving behind them.

Bloodshot eyes hid within the sand, filled with malice and hatred.

"You made me suffer like this, and you think you two can live and return?"

A curved blade silently emerged from the sand, aiming to sever the tendons of both their feet at once.

"With your current state, how could you dodge my attack?"

"Bang!" The Long Que suddenly plunged backward, piercing through the sand. At the same time, Zhao Changhe, holding Yue Hongling, leaped forward, avoiding the curved blade.

Yue Hongling: "…"

Hu Lie: "???"

How could he have expected Zhao Changhe to still be acting at this time? And he couldn't understand how Zhao Changhe could see it?

This wasn't a matter of spiritual perception; it was as if he was watching with his eyes open, wasn't it?

From beginning to end, the sandstorm, the visibility, did it have no effect on Zhao Changhe at all? Was he fighting just as he would normally?

Hu Lie didn't have time to think further. The Long Que pierced down, and he, hidden in the sand, couldn't dodge, his shoulder being impaled by the blade!

A sky-shaking scream echoed through the desert as Hu Lie suddenly burst from the ground, fleeing into the distance.

This time, he truly ran.

Zhao Changhe felt utterly exhausted.

The Human List was too strong... Utilizing such information disparity and environmental advantage, they could only end in mutual defeat, still unable to kill him.

"It's okay, you're already very impressive," Yue Hongling said softly from his embrace. "Once we've healed, we'll..."

Before she could finish, a scream came from afar: "Batu, you motherf... Ah!"

The voice was abruptly cut off, and Batu's voice rang out: "If I let you go back, would I still have a life? Die!"

At the same time, the sandstorm began to subside, and the ground trembled slightly as an army approached rapidly, sweeping in.

Zhao Changhe had no time to lament Batu's ruthlessness, nor did he know whether Hu Lie was dead or not. Pulling Yue Hongling, they quickly approached their horses: "If we're surrounded by the army, we're done for. Let's go!"