"Have you not come back yet?"

Tian Yiheng's face was gloomy. These bastards, with an absolute advantage, chased and killed an exhausted fourth-level female disciple and a young guy at the early stage of the fifth level. It took so long, which was really embarrassing to the "crazy sand thief".

The messenger looked up at the sky and shook his head: "It seems that I can't have dinner in Baicao City today. Moreover, it seems that I am not the only one who is disappointed..." He glanced at Wang Chong, who was lying on the yellow sand, whose vitality was about to disappear, and pointed at Tian Yiheng.

Tian Yiheng gritted his back teeth and roared: "He Feng, take a few brothers to see. No matter what the situation is, report the result to me within a stick of incense. Otherwise, don't blame me for gang rules and family rules!"

He Feng, one of the thirteen swords, was stabbed in his arm while sieging Wang Chong. He was hanging his arms. Wen Ling ignored his injuries and lit two horse thieves and drove the horse out of the team.

In the distant north wind, the thieves watched He Feng's three riders rush into the wind and sand, and their figures gradually blurred... Suddenly, several strange sounds came from the wind and sand, and the figures of the two horse thieves disappeared from the horse's back.

Hum? What's going on!

The thieves of the thieves in the wild sand were in a stir. Even after they had time to move, they saw a cavalry rushing out of the wind and sand. It was He Feng.

"He Feng, what are you doing?!" Tian Yiheng was surprised and cursed, "What are those two brothers..."

He Feng's face was wooden on the horse's back, and he let the war horse carry forward. His body shook and then swayed again. Finally, he lost control and the wood seemed to fall. When his face hit the ground, a trembling arrow in his heart clearly came into his eyes.

"Bow and arrow! Enemy attack!"

Tian Yiheng had just issued a warning message, and with a sharp roar, one, two, three... a bead-like arrow flew out of the hazy wind and sand, shooting the unprepared thieves of the wild sand, and the blood stained the yellow sand.

There were only more than twenty thieves in the Crazy Sand Group, half of which were killed by Wang Chong and his disciples. They went to chase Luo Xiao and Duan Qinglan for another half. At this moment, they were swept by this fast and accurate continuous bead arrow and were directly cleared.

"No matter who you are, you are dead!" Tian Yiheng was frightened and angry, swung his sickle and knocked away a sharp arrow. The white light burst out, and it exploded a gap in his flying sickle made of black iron. "Pseudo-spiritual weapon!" Tian Yiheng was frightened and roared and urged his horse to rush into the wind and sand.

"Air-exploding arrow! No wonder he can kill a level 4 or even level 5 warrior with one blow." The envoy was obviously much more knowledgeable than Tian Yiheng. His eyes exposed on the face towel showed a trace of solemnity, staring at the two vague shadows in the wind and sand, and slowly holding the hilt of the sword beside the saddle with one hand.

At the same time, Duan Qinglan, who was standing on the high hill watching the battle, had a bitter face in his horror. He subconsciously stroked the pseudo-spirited sword, which looked like a treasure in his arms, and murmured to himself: "A Explosion Arrow, Throwing is the only secret. The Yuan power attached to each arrow is equivalent to a blow to a pseudo-spirited weapon. He actually shot seven or eight arrows in one breath... No wonder he didn't take this short sword seriously at all."

The dense sound of weapons hitting the fog came from the wind, sand and fog. After a few tilts, the two riders broke through the fog and rushed in the same direction. One rider waved the iron chain, and the flying sickle slashed the other knight like a storm. The knight swung the sword to block it. No matter how fast the flying sickle danced or how fierce the slashed, he could pick it with surprising eyes and precise techniques. However, after one round of blocking, the blade of the hundred-refined iron knife was cut into gaps and almost turned into a serrated knife.

"Come again, come again, come again... I see how you block it!" Tian Yiheng's face was crazy, and suddenly roared. The iron chain in his hand suddenly appeared dazzling white light, and the white light spread upwards with the slender chain, and finally completely wrapped the entire giant sickle. The originally lead-gray black iron flying sickle was like a crescent moon, extremely dazzling.

Boom! The crescent moon flying sickle was slashed down, and the galloping horse was cut in half. Blood light burst into the sky, and a figure rushed into the sky, waving and roaring! A round shield with a green and bright shield was slantingly cutting the field and a horizontal door.

Tian Yiheng's flying sickle didn't have time to take it back, but he was not panicked, but laughed wildly: "You can see the real power of Yuanli. In comparison, the pseudo-spirited weapon is bullshit! Now let you see what a crocodile warrior is!"

Tian Yiheng did not dodge or dodge, swung his fist to face the flying shield, and collided head-on.

The advanced crocodile warrior is equivalent to the high-duan Xuan warrior. His physical defense is enough to withstand the attack of a pseudo-spirited weapon, not to mention an ordinary sword. Tian Yiheng fights like a mad dog, but it does not mean that he is really crazy. Even if he wants to show off, he is confident in pretending to be a pussy. Just like this attack, he is very sure that he can fight back to this round shield.

Bang! Crack!

The fist and the shield collided hard together. The round shield was hit and bounced back as expected, but what happened to the dazzling blood and the four flying broken fingers?

Tian Yiheng seemed to have been imposed on a fixed body, staring blankly at the bald palm with only one thumb left. The white bones and the continuous blood seemed to be ruthlessly mocking his arrogance and tragedy.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Tian Yiheng was really crazy now, his face was twisted, and his mouth was flying, really like a mad dog, "Die! Death! I want you to die!"

The shadow above his head darkened. Even if he fell into madness, Tian Yiheng's combat instinct was still strong. He grabbed the flying sickle that had just been retracted, and slashed against Tao Tian's hatred, and slashed hard at the enemy falling from the sky.

When! The flying sickle slashed on one arm, cutting the rhinoceros skin arm protector to break, but the arm was very tougher than the rhinoceros skin, and the snow-bright sickle blade made of black iron could not cut it.

At the same moment, a figure swung the round shield and slashed down. With a crisp crack, the non-sharp shield cut into Tian Yiheng's neck three-quarters of his neck under the huge acceleration of gravity, almost completely cutting off his neck.

Looking at Tian Yiheng with his eyes bulging and incredible, Luo Xiao shook his intact arm and said lightly: "Nothing to be surprised, just like you said, the defense of the Black Warrior (Crocodile Warrior).

There was a burst of applause and sigh behind him: "There is another real spiritual weapon - the Third Chief is also a bad life. He actually smashed a spiritual weapon with his fist. He died so unjustly that he didn't even have time to transform blood and Qi... Well, maybe it's not unjust, after all, his opponent is a real sixth-level high-level Xuanwu Warrior who is only stronger than him!"

Luo Xiao pulled out his flying shield, and a blood fountain pumped out of Lao Gao. The three thief who had been rampant fell like a wood. The gushing blood fountain was quickly sucked away by the dry sand dunes.

As a senior crocodile warrior, Tian Yiheng was not so bad at all, but he made two serious mistakes: one was that he misjudged the dragon scale flying shield, and his finger was cut off by a blow, which made him confused; the other was that he mistakenly regarded a Gao Duan Xuan warrior of his level as a fifth-level warrior. The two sides exchanged one strike. The other was using spiritual weapons, but his only mortal... After making such a fatal mistake, who wouldn't die if he didn't die?

Luo Xiao slowly turned around, and the dragon scales flew around his arms, blood splashed, and the shield was shining brightly, as clean as new, without any blood. Looking at the highly vigilant messenger, he sensed the opponent's breath, well, another Xuanshou, and also Gao Duan Xuanshou, this guy is indeed not simple.

The messenger said in a deep voice: "You must have sensed it. You and I are both Gao Duan Xuan Warriors, not half-tone crocodile warriors like Tian Yiheng. Even if you have a spiritual weapon, you may be able to defeat me, but you can't kill me."

Luo Xiao is actually in the middle of the sixth stage in realm, but his core is extremely powerful and powerful, and is incomparable to the same level. It is easy for his opponent to mistakenly think of it as a high-level or even complete.

Luo Xiao walked slowly forward and stopped when he nearly reached ten steps: "I don't want to kill you, I just want to know the truth."

The messenger smiled distractedly: "The truth? You and Wang Yanjie are different from those disciples of the Red Belt. You are trained secrets, not the offline development of secrets. You should be able to guess that this is a deal. You are abandoned children, that's all... But no one expected that among these inconspicuous abandoned children, there was a fierce soldier like you who crossed the river. I have to say that Zhuyue Guomizi Training Camp has suffered a huge loss this time."

"Trade? Wang Chong?"

"Yes, he is our goal, and you are just gifts."

That's right. The other party's plan to make such a scene is impossible to deal with these just ten warriors. Wang Chong, the warrior, is the target.

Luo Xiao said calmly: "Then I need to know who the two parties in the transaction are."

The messenger asked replies without answering: "Can I ask you a question?"

"You have answered me a question, so of course you can ask a question."

"How old are you? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

Luo Xiao was slightly stunned and immediately understood a little. His age was not a secret, and there was nothing to hide. He said calmly: "I'm over 16, and I'm not over 17."

Even though the messenger was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but take a breath: "The sixth level of sixteen years old, and it's still a high-level, which means that you may have advanced to the samurai at the age of sixteen or even earlier... How did you do it?"

Luo Xiao said lightly: "Answer my question just now, maybe I will reveal some of my secrets to you."

The messenger slowly stopped and was shocked, and suddenly said, "I want to know the answer, but you have to follow me. I will take you to meet someone who can answer any questions you have. How about it?"

"Follow you?" Luo Xiao sneered, "It's a good plan. Take me to see your boss, the person behind the scenes. He will indeed tell me the truth, but I will use it for you at that time... is that right?"

The messenger smiled in his eyes: "You are very smart. Believe me, follow me and you will get everything you want - wealth, fame, wealth, beauty, cultivation resources, and a strong backer. How about it?"

"It's so good." Luo Xiao raised his hand and stroked his chin, thought for a while, and said, "This kind of good thing that fell from the sky is unbelievable... It's better to do this. Let me first talk about your origin and let me see how credible it is."

The messenger thought about it and it was indeed difficult for people to believe that it was unreasonable to speak. So he took something out of his arms and lit up at Luo Xiaoliang: "Do you know this thing?"
Chapter completed!