As Wang Chong fell, the chaotic thieves gradually calmed down. Many thieves looked at the unexpected scene in front of them, with surprise, confusion, and contempt in their eyes - yes, it is contempt. The robbers also have their own principles that are not contrary to their own circles. Such betrayal behavior of slapping cold men to attack their own people is the most taboo and makes people feel cold.

At this time, the thieves separated and rode slowly in. It was the "Empress" who disappeared after the battle.

The envoy looked at Wang Chong, lying in a pool of blood, turned his eyes to Wang Yanjie's face, and then took out a pseudo-spirited short sword with green light from his waist bag and threw it at Wang Yanjie.

Wang Yanjieyang took it with a look of surprise.

The envoy nodded and said, "It's a good job. I am a person who rewards you clearly. If you use the pseudo-spirited sword that you used to reward you before to severely damage the powerful enemy, then I will reward you with another one. Doing things for us will never be damaged by merit."

Wang Yanjie knelt on one knee, held the sword with both hands, and said respectfully: "Thank you the envoy for the gift."

The messenger's eyes showed a hint of mockery and said leisurely: "If you really want to thank me, just use this short sword to cut off the head of Master Wang."

Wang Yanjie trembled when he heard this and subconsciously looked at Wang Chong - what he saw was a pair of bloody pupils that were enough to burn his soul. Wang Yanjie's body could not stop slamming, and he couldn't even hold the sword.

Wang Chong stabbed the lung lobe under his ribs, and a sickle on his neck cut his throat. Blood foam kept coming out, and he couldn't speak. Although the injury was serious, it would not be fatal immediately. Moreover, the Xuanwu warrior had a strong body. If he didn't behead him, he would probably have to wait until the blood was drained before he would die.

Tian Yiheng's yin voice came at the right time: "Wait a minute, there are two children who are not caught. When they are caught, they will be killed in front of the king's eyes, and then let his blood be dried up to death." As he said that, he turned to look at the messenger and said, "This guy killed nine of my brothers one after another. I have to relieve my brothers. Isn't that time not enough?"

Before the messenger could respond, Wang Yanjie immediately jumped up: "They don't know my identity yet, so I'll capture them alive." After that, he turned over and rushed out of the thieves.

The messenger glanced at Tian Yiheng indifferently: "Okay, I have to wait for the last head anyway, I hope they don't let me wait too long."

...

Fortunately, the head of the messenger was always on Luo Xiao's neck, but those guys, the messenger would never wait.

Just as the thieves of the Crazy Sands completed the siege and killing the reconnaissance team, Luo Xiao's palm had just left the neck that had broken from Xiao Liu, and the bodies of Chu Peng and Jabbar had already been cold.

Under Luo Xiao's firepower, a level five plus a level four warrior is basically a kill in seconds, a double kill in one second! Then he interrupts Xiao Liu's legs and starts to question.

Luo Xiao’s torture level is not only professional, but also at the top. He was even more troubled by interrogation when he was in the Mizi Camp, and had two-way feelings and experience. Time was tight, so he didn’t talk much nonsense, and just crushed his fingers with his toes.

The so-called ten fingers are connected to the heart. When Luo Xiao crushed Xiao Liu's four fingers, he called him. Although he didn't know much about Xiao Liu's identity, like the more critical envoy, he didn't know his identity. However, even if he said what he knew, Luo Xiao understood everything.

After Xiaoliu finished his moves, he had no questions asked. Luo Xiao asked him to repeat the previous confession and found two differences. So Xiaoliu paid the price that he was crushed with two fingers.

After Xiaoliu finished retelling the third time in his screaming and howling, Luo Xiao, who had checked it, stretched out his hand and twisted his neck. In Xiaoliu's angry and horrified eyes, he only heard the last sentence in his life: "I only promised you that you will keep your fingers, but I didn't keep your heads."

"Mad Sand Thieves!" Luo Xiao heard about this thieves gang when he was in Hongliu Town half a year ago, and was also framed as a member of the gang by the captain Yan Hong.

It is said that this is the most powerful and fierce horse thieves in the northern border. There are not many people, only a hundred cavalry, but they are very strong. More than 70% are level 4 warriors. Among them, the "Thirteen Knives" are all level 5 warriors. The three leaders are heads, two are level 7 warriors and one is level 6 warrior. Such strength is comparable to a medium-sized Tula tribe. No wonder they can cross the Gobi Desert and mix so well between the Tula people and Wuyang Kingdom.

"Fortunately, the third leader, the sixth-level crocodile warrior Tian Yiheng, two of the thirteen swords, and twenty-three horse thieves in the third and fourth-level horse thieves." Luo Xiao glanced at Chu Peng, whose chest collapsed, had already died. "The thirteen swords were broken, and Master Wang held back Tian Yiheng, Wang Yanjie held back another sword, Duan Qinglan, Shi Yuan and others dealt with more than twenty horse thieves, and they should be able to hold on for a while, so we have to hurry up."

Although he was expelled by no means trust, he was a fellow disciple after all, and he still couldn't save Luo Xiao even if he didn't save him. Of course, he wouldn't easily get himself trapped. According to the intelligence analysis results, with his high-end combat power, it is not impossible to rescue his fellow disciples or even defeat the Crazy Sand Thieves.

Luo Xiao is only worried about one unexpected factor now: "I don't know how powerful the messenger is. If he is also a samurai and joins forces with Tian Yiheng, it will be dangerous for Master Wang and his fellow disciples."

At this time, Luo Xiao certainly didn't know that there were indeed unexpected factors, but they were different from his imagination.

Luo Xiao led the three horses he seized, one riding by himself, one carrying food, grass, water bags, and one was reserved. He was eager to escape before, but he did not retrieve his horse, and he lost it along with the hunting knife and arrow placed beside the saddle. As a result, Chu Peng's Baiqing Knife, Jabbar's Three-Stone Strong Bow and two large pouch arrows, all of which were made up.

Luo Xiao turned over the horse and followed the direction Xiao Liu guided him, whipping the horse. The sound of hooves was loud and he left in the dust.

At more than ten miles apart, the fast horse was only whipped for a moment. In order to gain a good view, Luo Xiao rushed up the sand dune from time to time, hoping to find the enemy. When he rushed to the top of a sand dune again, the scene below surprised him.

Not far below the dune, there were a front, three, and four horses galloping. It was obvious that the three horses behind were chasing the front one. Among these four horses, Luo Xiao actually recognized half of them: Wang Yanjie and Duan Qinglan. The other two horses looked like Chu Peng and Jia Bal whom he had killed before. It was obvious that they were crazy sand thieves.

What surprised Luo Xiao was that the situation at the scene was not that Wang Yanjie and Duan Qinglan jointly attacked the Crazy Sand Thieves, but that Wang Yanjie and the Crazy Sand Thieves chased Duan Qinglan together.

What is this situation?! Could it be that Wang Yanjie begged for his life to surrender to the enemy?

Just as Luo Xiao was thinking, Wang Yanjie was approaching Duan Qinglan, who was obviously exhausted. He did not draw his sword, but instead whipped Duan Qinglan on the back with a whip in his hand.

Duan Qinglan listened to the wind and turned his head and reached out to grab the tip of the whip. Just when the palm was sore, Wang Yanjie laughed: "Come down!"

The horse whip wrapped around Duan Qinglan's wrist like a snake, and a powerful force surged in. Duan Qinglan was pulled away from the horse's back and fell into dust. When she rolled with inertia, the arrows on her back broke and turned dizzy. When she finally settled her body, her strong horse legs were shuttled back and forth, stirring up smoke. The horse's hooves, which were as big as a bowl, almost trampled on her body several times.

"Cough cough cough..." Duan Qinglan couldn't help but choke, with a dusty face, ragged clothes, half of her body was stained with blood. If she didn't look at her figure, she could hardly tell her gender.

Wang Yanjie stared at Duan Qinglan with a high altitude, covered his right cheek with one hand, and a trace of the flesh rolling knife was clearly visible. He bit his backwards and bit his teeth, finally resisted the desire to draw the knife, and said, "If it weren't for the Third Head of the Army to live, I would have to cut off you, a bitch!"

Duan Qinglan laughed sadly, and exhaled a breath of bloody smell with mud and dust as the laughter: "Catching me alive is nothing more than just cutting it out alive, please be patient. Brother Wang, maybe for your contribution, the thieves will reward you with a chance to catch the knife, so that you can get what you want... Hahahaha!"

Wang Yanjie's face looked extremely ferocious against the terrifying knife mark. He slowly bent down his head, and a gloomy voice squeezed out from his teeth: "You made me break my appearance. You said, should I give it back and let you break my body?"

Duan Qinglan shook all over, and his eyes showed fear. He suddenly jumped up and rushed towards a horse thief holding a spear. The horse thief subconsciously pushed the gun, but Duan Qinglan did not dodge and rushed to the tip of the gun. Since he could not escape death sooner or later, it would be better to take the right to death in his own hands, and at least he could protect his innocent body.

"I want to die? Have you asked me if I?" Wang Yanjie rolled up the horse whip in his hand, wrapped around Duan Qinglan's neck like a snake, and pulled it hard. The latter was almost cut off and rebounded and fell to the ground.

"She is yours." Wang Yanjie nodded at the two malicious horse thieves, "No matter what you want to do, it's better hurry up and don't make the messenger impatient."
Chapter completed!