One arrow.

The three hundred cavalry collapsed immediately.

The long arrow penetrated thousands of feet, pierced the bodies of thirty-one wasteland thieves, and then stuck in the sand, soaked with blood.

The big man who was leading the charge and surrounded by the shadow of the black bear was shot through the chest by an arrow, and his whole body exploded, leaving only the big sword spinning and falling to the ground.

The bandits' cavalry formation completely collapsed two hundred feet away from the caravan, and fled in all directions.

Without the leading bandit leader, they would not even be able to protect themselves, let alone charge into the caravan.

Most bandits are like this. When they are in numbers, they are powerful. If they lose their leader, they suddenly lose their fighting spirit and can only flee.

The fate that awaits the lone bandits in the wilderness will not be much better than dying in battle today.

With the power of one arrow, three hundred wasteland thieves were wiped out.

A large trading house that can span tens of thousands of miles is indeed very powerful.

Seeing the bandits fleeing in confusion, the cultivators beside the cart at the back showed smiles on their faces and breathed a subtle sigh of relief.

As for Du striking out, they were equally happy.

When walking in the wilderness, it is certainly a good thing to have strong people walking with you.

Zhao Chen didn't care about other people's eyes and only looked at Han Muye's expression quietly.

Unfortunately, Han Muye looked indifferent and could not tell any emotion at all.

This made Zhao Chen slightly regretful.

Also, how could such a scene be taken seriously by Han Muye, who was strutting around with a thunderstorm above his head?

The caravan guards went to collect the clothes, armor and weapons of the beheaded bandits, and the belongings of the Lu family brothers were also brought close.

Also delivered was the bandit leader's sword.

Zhao Chen glanced over and said with a chuckle: "It's up to you to see it. Brother Han, you can choose one."

Among these weapons and treasures, the two and a half magic weapons owned by the Lu brothers are the most valuable. The others are the big sword owned by the bandit leader, which is also somewhat valuable.

Han Muye was not polite and raised his hand to hold the big sword in his hand.

The sword is heavy and is at the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

"I am a sword cultivator, and I am somewhat interested in this sword." Han Muye said lightly, and the immortal energy and sword intention in the palm of his hand moved lightly, directly pouring into the sword body.

A picture appeared in his mind.

A sword in the hand of a bandit leader running rampant in the wasteland. The memory hidden in it is really interesting.

Many other sides of the fairy world that Han Muye had never known before slowly emerged.

As he rode forward, he remained silent, only carefully digesting the various messages that hidden the dark side of the fairy world.

"Brother Zhao, what kind of place is the Bitter Immortal Realm?" Han Muye turned around and suddenly spoke.

Bitter Immortal Realm?

Zhao Chen was slightly startled.

"Brother Han wants to know about the Bitter Immortal Realm?" Shaking his head, Zhao Chen said: "It is difficult for us human immortal cultivators to live in that place."

"The Bitter Immortal Realm is dominated by great demons, and only those half-demon cultivators from the Tianyao Sect can set foot there."

Compared to the wasteland where humans and demons live together, the Bitter Immortal Realm is truly a forbidden land for humans.

Among the thirty-six states in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, the states occupied by the two great demons are called the Bitter Immortal Realm.

What's interesting is that although the Buxian Realm is a forbidden area for humans, there are still many people going to the Buxian Realm.

Some were sold to the Bitter Immortal Realm and became slaves of the demon clan, refining elixirs, refining weapons, and mining mineral deposits.

These people will never be free for the rest of their lives, but they can still survive.

Some are poaching and mining teams organized by various sects, plundering and robbing resources in the Buxian Realm.

There are various major sects behind these people, in order to grab resources and create obstacles for the demon clan. If they are caught, they will of course lose their lives.

However, if you can come back alive, you will not only gain experience, but also accumulate a lot of resources. It will not be difficult to stand out in the future.

As for the third type, it is what Han Muye saw from the long sword.

Many loose immortal cultivators formed an alliance, turned into bandits, and wandered around the Bitter Immortal Realm and various wastelands.

These people have no foundation or backing, and will never see the light of day.

The only thing I have is freedom.

Live with ease and die with ease.

"Many cultivators who smuggled themselves from the lower world were sent to the Bitter Immortal Realm to mine." Zhao Chen said in a low voice: "Not even one person in a hundred can return alive from the Bitter Immortal Realm."

The name of the forbidden area is no joke.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Have you ever heard of the Storm Bandits?"

Zhao Chen's expression froze and he said in a deep voice: "The three great thieves of the Bitter Immortal Realm are Jing Lei, Zidian, Gale Wind, Jing Lei Yong, Zidian Speed, and Gale Wind."

"Although the Swift Wind Pirates are not as tyrannical as Jing Lei and Zidian, they are so powerful that every business is afraid of them."

Zhao Chen frowned and looked at Han Muye: "Brother Han, are you saying that this black-riding bandit is a gale bandit?"

"The Swift Wind Pirates are in the Bitter Immortal Realm, hundreds of millions of miles away from Fuliao Wasteland, so they won't come here, right?"

Han Muye shook his head and said nothing.

Naturally, the bandits of the Swift Wind Bandits will not be here, but there are indeed some of the bandits in this group who are the Storm Bandits.

At least the big guy in the lead was born as a Storm Bandit.

The Gale Pirates were surrounded by big monsters in the Buxian Realm and split into dozens of teams. Several of them left the Buxian Realm and came under the rule of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

This matter has not spread yet, but I think it will not be hidden for too long.

Under the control of Gale Bandit, Xuanling Sword Sect may also have a headache.

Although Han Muye said nothing, Zhao Chen's expression darkened.

There are many secrets in the world. It is not difficult for Han Muye to detect some secrets after getting the big man's sword.

Since Han Muye brought up this matter, there must be a reason.

Sure enough, as the caravan moved forward, it encountered a hill at dusk on the second day.

There were corpses everywhere on the hill.

"It was a caravan that was intercepted. It looked like there were at least three hundred people in it."

The guard who came forward to investigate reported the situation, his face extremely solemn.

There were only about a hundred people in their group. Although there were strong men, they didn't know how to compare with the caravan that was intercepted.

It is impossible for a caravan of three hundred people not to have a strong person in charge.

Zhao Chen's eyes fell forward and he thought slightly.

At this time, they were only more than 50,000 miles away from Qingyun Town.

If you really want to go back with your sword, it won't take long.

Even going to Spreading Fire City is actually not too far, and it doesn’t even take a day to achieve true sword flying.

"Brother Han, why don't you first—"

Looking back at Han Muye, Zhao Chen stopped talking.

Because Han Muye had already slowly galvanized his horse and walked forward.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "There is a rule in my hometown that people should be laid to rest. After all, they are human beings. It is not good to see their corpses exposed in the wilderness."

Han Muye's voice came.

The kindness of women?

uncertain.

Zhao Chen looked back at the guard, Mr. Chu, who shook his head.

Can't see through.

Ordinarily, a powerful swordsman should not have such compassionate thoughts.

Sword cultivators are supposed to be the most steadfast cultivators, the best at killing, and the most hard-hearted.

Du Sanzhen and others had already rushed over, and together with Han Muye collected the corpses, dug a big pit to bury them, and piled up a mound of earth.

Han Muye also set up a formation on it to drive away wild beasts.

Turning around, he used his sword to chop a three-foot bluestone, and then placed it on the tomb.

"When we meet from the left and right, we are both people running for life in this world."

Han Muye sighed softly, raised his hand and the sword light shone, and a line of large characters fell on the bluestone tablet.
To be continued...