"Wait!" Yuexiu was shocked and shouted out quickly, even trying to hold Lin Xiao back, but Lin Xiao took one step forward, seemingly slowly, but in fact he was moving forward as if he was shrinking from the ground.

"What is he going to do?"

"You actually stepped into the desert, do you want to face the sandstorm head-on?"

"Maybe you want to use the sandstorm to practice swordsmanship, but this is a death sandstorm, and the Dharma Realm is not willing to confront it head-on."

A series of exclamations followed, but they could not affect Lin Xiao at all.

Lin Xiao walked out step by step. The figure, which was not very tall, was extremely determined. It was so conspicuous and determined under the fierce wind and sandstorm in the sky, as if it was a divine sword moving forward indomitably.

"Come back soon." Yue Xiu couldn't help shouting, and Song Xue also frowned, showing a hint of worry unconsciously.

Lin Xiao waved his hand disapprovingly, as if he was a brave man who knew that there were all kinds of dangers ahead, but resolutely moved forward without hesitation.

To others, this was indeed the case, but to Lin Xiao, it actually meant nothing.

It was just a sandstorm of death, no, to be precise, it was a sandstorm of death to others, but to me, it was just a small sandstorm.

Draw your sword!
Chapter completed!