A strong wind blew past the sand and mourning, raising the dust in the sky. Within ten steps, it was hard to see things. When the dust dissipated, a group of swordsmen wrapped in thick masked headscarves, riding tall horses, holding bows and knives suddenly appeared on this lone dune.

Dozens of pairs of cold and bloodthirsty eyes stared at the group of black dots moving like ants within miles, as if a group of wolves were staring at the prey falling into a trap.

"What a pity." The swordsman pulled the towel down, exposed a thin and gloomy face, stretched out his long and red tongue and licked his dry lips. "If it weren't for the rush to leave, I wanted to play slowly and kill them bit by bit. Watching the prey collapsed little by little in fear, going crazy, it would be so pleasant... Well, can you understand?"

"I also want to satisfy the preference of the Third Head of the Family, but unfortunately the boss was urging him to return and report as soon as possible." The swordsman, who stood with the Third Head of the Family, also pulled down a towel so that he could speak clearly. "Before this, I have to see all the targets die and make sure there are no mistakes, so that you and I can get in the relationship."

"Okay, as Zun Envoy wishes." The third head of the family's skinny fingers, which were as thin as a skeleton, gently stroked the handle of a sickle-shaped Qimen weapon beside the saddle. "As the original plan, I will deal with the martial arts teacher, and the rest of the children surrounded and killed the children, ended the battle with half an incense stick, so that the Zun Envoy would return to Baicao City for dinner."

Zun Qi frowned slightly, tightly slamming the constant turmoil of the war horse, and said, "Don't be careless, this is not as good as the sneak attack last night. Wang Chong is a middle-level Xuanwu warrior, and the disciples of the martial arts cultivator are all at level 4 or 5, especially a level 5 warrior is very outstanding..."

"Don't forget that I am a high-level crocodile warrior, your high-duan Xuan warrior, and there is no problem with the food and accommodation teaching. As for those red-belt disciples..." The third leader looked unhappy with underestimation, "Haha, they are all a group of lambs in captivity. I have never seen what a real wolf looks like. The boys I brought are all three- and four-level soldiers, and the number is three times that of the other party, and their strength is equivalent. They are three-to-one. If we can't finish the fight in half an incense stick, our reputation as a crazy sand thief can be thrown into the sand and buried."

The envoy said lightly: "I hope so."

The third leader snorted, raised an arm, and was about to order a rush to kill, suddenly a rider ran up ahead, rolling up a long stream of tail dust.

The cyclist dress was exactly the same as the group of guys who called themselves crazy sand thieves. They were obviously a group of people. They rushed to the dunes and raised their heads and shouted loudly: "The third leader, a disciple of Xiuwu Temple left the team for some reason and went alone towards Baicao City."

Hum? What's going on?

The third leader and the Zunjun looked dark and asked in unison: "Which disciple is it?"

"It's the black belt disciple named Luo..."

"Luo Xiao!" An angry voice came from a knight behind the Zun Envoy. He pulled the scarf hard and shouted, "Is this turtle boy leaving the team? That's great! Let me slaughter him!"

If Luo Xiao was present, he would definitely be surprised to recognize that this guy who was murderous to him was actually the guy named Xiao Liu who was in the fur shop in Baicaocheng. At that time, Colin led Xiao Ba to chase Luo Xiao, but both of them died, but Xiao Liu, who stayed behind to look at the store, escaped.

But it is obvious that Xiaoliu is very dissatisfied with God's favor and insists on "responding to the disaster". Of course, Xiaoliu did not know that he was trying to die, he just felt that this was the opportunity given to him by God again.

The third head of the house looked back at Xiao Liu, thought for a while, and called out loudly: "Chu Peng."

Behind him, a strong horse thief riding a strong yellow horse came forward and lowered his head slightly: "San Zheng, please give me instructions."

"Take a brother and join the little six brothers to intercept the disciple of Xiuwu Temple who left the team, and bring the head back for the envoy to confirm."

"I understand! The third leader is worried. Chu Peng will go back and will have time to participate in the siege." The horse thief named Chu Peng called out a guy with a thin body, long arms, and a big bow next to his saddle from the group of horse thieves. He went with Xiao Liu, and the three horsemen rushed down the sand dunes and ran towards the direction of the whistle probe.

"Chu Peng is a level 5 warrior, a good swordsman, and has rich experience. He has the lives of at least five warriors of the same level. In addition, the riding and shooting master Jabbar, and Colin's apprentice Xiaoliu, are all level 4 warriors. The three of them join forces, and the boy who left the team is dead." The third leader glanced at the envoy, explained slowly, and his tone was quite firm.

Zunzeng nodded with a smile: "Chu Peng, Chu Swordsman, is one of the thirteen swords of the crazy sand stole, and his strength is only below the three leaders and the first sword. If this person takes action, I will naturally feel at ease."

The third leader didn't say much, but slowly raised his hand, lifted it to a certain height, then stopped it, and then slashed forward. Dozens of wild sand thieves who had been impatient behind him, slamming the horse's belly with stirrups. The horse whip exploded, and the dust rose up, rushing to summon it, like a group of hungry wolves who smelled the smell of blood, pounced fiercely at the prey they had been peeping for for a long time.

...

Luo Xiao ran in the morning light, and his two sides seemed to have wings, and the wind whistled. The fierce wind no longer became a resistance, but a helping force - the good wind brought me to the blue clouds with its power.

From a distance, Luo Xiao seemed to be gliding and flying low as if his feet were not touching the ground.

Fortunately, Wang Chong had already given up chasing, otherwise he would have been afraid of subverting his views when he saw this scene and he would be desperate about the path of martial arts from now on.

Even though he knew that Wang Chong had given up chasing, Luo Xiao still did not stop. Running was no longer to get rid of chasing, but to enjoy and let go. A man ran in this wilderness, the vast world, and the pleasure of being free and unrestrained, made him whistle in the wind regardless of the strong wind.

Yes, from this moment on, he was free!

He will completely get rid of the secret organization, and he will never go back to the Shuwutang. From now on, he will become a member of the huge group of wild samurai. Maybe he cannot enjoy the glory of his official career, but he has infinite freedom. There are warriors, and there are also those that warriors do not have. Since that is the case, why bother to care about whether they are formal samurai or wild samurai? Without being controlled, he will still be free.

Even in March, the wind in the Gobi wilderness still maintains the unique coldness of the northwest. The faster the speed, the stronger the wind, the whistling of the ears, and there is no sound, but the field of vision is particularly clear.

From afar, Luo Xiao saw three faint rays of smoke and dust rushing towards him.

"Don't give up? Do you have to catch me?" Luo Xiao finally slowed down and stopped slowly.

Well, no! The direction of the ride is incorrect, and the reconnaissance team cannot bypass this direction. Moreover, if you want to come, you have to come all of them, how could there be only three riders? Even if Wang Chong is killed at this time, he would not dare to give up his disciples to chase him... So, who is the visitor?

Perhaps seeing Luo Xiao stop, the three cavalry also slowed down and dispersed toward the wings, surrounding Luo Xiao from three directions.

The sun is rising, the wind is wailing, the sound of falling horse hooves and horse noses spread far in the open fields, making this world look particularly lonely.

Luo Xiao's eyes turned, from left to right, and finally fixed on the knight on the right. The other two knights had only strong murderous intent, while the knight on the right had a strong sense of hatred in addition to murderous intent.

Luo Xiao smiled and raised his chin: "We know each other?"

The knight pulled his horse around and nodded vigorously.

"There is a revenge?"

The knight raised his hand and slowly pulled the scarf below, staring at Luo Xiao with a stolen gaze: "What do you think?"

Luo Xiao looked at this face that looked similar, blinked his eyes hard and recalled the memories, his fingers kept fiddling: "You are... that...oh, you are that shop guy!"

"Remember?" Xiao Liu stared at Luo Xiao, his palm gently rubbing the handle of the calf rope wrapped around it, "Justice Ke was killed because he chased you. Although Yi Shuicheng Feilong, he had to be remembered at least three points on your head. Today is the time for you to pay off your debt!"

Luo Xiao pinched his chin and looked at Xiao Liu with a playful look on his face. He suddenly sneered: "No, you have calculated it wrong. At least double it, and there are six points to be recorded on my head."

"Hmm?" Xiao Liu was a little confused. Is there any lack of debt to pay off?

"That old thing Collin was killed by me and Cheng Feilong, and I took the initiative, so you can count the debt to me. It's not unfair, really." Luo Xiao looked sincere, as if he was afraid that the other party would not believe it.

"What? You..." Xiao Liuda was shocked, his hand shook, and he almost fell off his horse when he was shocked, and his voice changed. "Impossible! What is your little warrior? He is so arrogant that he dared to say that he was harming Ke Ye--(Breaking the sound)"

"Little warrior?" Luo Xiao laughed loudly, the Yuan core was revitalized, and the air around him seemed to explode with a cloud of mist. The unique pressure of the sixth-level warrior rushed towards the three people like a tide, which shocked the three horses, Xi Yuyu, and others stood up. Chu Peng and Jamal held the reins desperately. Xiao Liu was slightly lacking in riding skills and fell into the dust and mud by the shocked horse.

"You are all waiting for you!" Luo Xiao laughed and suddenly accelerated, like a human-shaped shell that was out of the bore, rushing towards the three evil wolves.
Chapter completed!