Just as Luo Xiao was surrounded, more than ten miles away from the two sand mountains, the disciples of the Xiuwu Temple led by Wang Chong were also surrounded by the thieves of the crazy sand.

"Mad sand thief! Tian Yiheng!" Wang Chong had also gone out of the frontier to perform missions many times and had some understanding of this group of powerful men outside the frontier. When he saw the strange sickle-shaped weapon beside the thief's saddle, he couldn't help but burst into tears. At this time, he finally understood who he was provoking, "Last night, you attacked and killed the disciples in my church!"

"I have some eyesight, but I actually recognized me." The third leader Tian Yiheng pulled the towel and smiled. "You should be grateful to me for these disciples."

"What? It's outrageous!" Wang Chong almost turned his nose awkwardly.

"They died and had shrouds. Besides the rotten vultures, ordinary beasts would not touch the dead corpses. But you are not so lucky. If you die, you will only end up being dismembered by wild wolves." Tian Yiheng looked righteous, "You said, are you going to thank me for your disciples?"

When the disciples of Xiuwu Temple heard this, their faces turned red with anger and cursed. Shi Yuan, who had lost his close friend, even raised his spear and rushed out with his horse. Just as he was about to rush past Wang Chong, Wang Chong suddenly stretched out his arms, grabbed the reins, and stopped.

"Teacher!"

"The enemy is strong and I am weak, don't do anything wrong!" Wang Chong just retracted his breath and knew the enemy's strength. Because of this, his heart was even more like a loss of lead. The thief head on the opposite side was only stronger than him, and more than half of the more than 20 cavalry thieves surrounding them were level 4, and two of them were level 5, and the rest were level 3. After calculating this way, the opponent would eat his own team tightly, regardless of combat power or quantity.

"I want to know why?" Wang Chong took a deep breath, his tiger's eyes as lightning as lightning, and he sucked Tian Yiheng's eyes tightly, "Our Yishui Martial Arts and Martial Slayers have never been wronged or revengeful, and the well water does not violate the river water. Why do we harm our disciples and kill them all?"

"Since you are about to be eaten by wild beasts, I can satisfy your desire to die." Tian Yiheng looked at the white and nauseous disciples of the martial arts temple with a pale face, and laughed with pleasure, "We are robbers, just to make money, so we should take money and eliminate disasters with others. Do you understand?"

Wang Chong's pupils shrank, and his eyes became more confused: "So that's it... But what I don't understand is that I, Wang, have indeed offended many fellow practitioners. It would be fine if I came to me, but why did they not even let these young disciples who had never left the gate or even had a few mission experience..."

"It's useless for you to ask me." Tian Yiheng pointed vertically on his chest and shook his heart leisurely, "We just need to collect money, not cause and effect... Okay, it's getting late, I'll go on my way early, and my brothers still have breakfast."

Tian Yiheng's arrogant attitude finally angered Wang Chong-or rather, it was the other party's determination that made Wang Chong's death aspiration!

Wang Chong carried a flail from the weapon bag beside the saddle and rushed towards the horse like a crazy tiger - the right-wing horse thief! The third-level horse thief here accounts for the majority, which is the weakest link in the encirclement.

Wang Yanjie also shouted alertly: "Follow the teacher!"

The disciples took out their weapons, ran away with their horses, and followed Wang Chong toward each other.

Kneel! The iron-packed short stick at the front of the flail hit the horse's head heavily. With the sound of bone cracking, the war horse fell down and the thief on the horse's back was also lifted out. Wang Chong's thick wrist shook, and the long stick hit the other horse thief. The horse thief had only time to draw the knife to hold the long stick, but he didn't want to prevent the short stick at the front from swinging forward under the action of inertia, crossing the blade and hitting his forehead. Puff! It exploded like a watermelon.

"Those who block me will die!" Wang Chong clamped the horse's belly and danced the flails like a wheel, whirring the wind, and the afterimages of the sticks made people feel scared. Several horse thieves who were out of sight were knocked and scratched by the flying wheel-like stick shadows, causing them to see the rags and flesh, screaming in the sky, and the people were in chaos.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Chong broke through the encirclement and led his disciples out of the encirclement. As for the bodies of Xu Yunkai and others, they could only abandon them, and they could not even care about the living people, and they could still care about the dead?

Shi Yuan Chong broke at the end of the team and a spear penetrated a horse thief's ribs. Blood splattered, and his opponent's knife also flew past his shoulders, scraping off a piece of flesh.

"Shi Yuan, don't be in love with the battle, go quickly!" A disciple in front shouted loudly.

Shi Yuan's face turned pale. He pressed the wound with one hand, and blood kept overflowing from his fingers. He turned the tip of the gun and poked hard on the horse's buttocks. The war horse neighed and rushed forward.

At this moment, a strange howling sounded from the air. Before Shi Yuan could react to what was going on, a sharp and sharp edge came from behind. Shi Yuan instinctively stood up to the gun. With a blink of an eye, the gun rod was cut off, and at the same time, his big head was cut off.

"Shi Yuan--" Duan Qinglan, who happened to look back and see this bloody scene, let out a sad cry. Although she did not have much friendship with Shi Yuan, the sad sadness and fear of the dead rabbit and fox made her weak all over and almost fell off the horse.

Among the thieves in the wild sand, Tian Yiheng coldly retracted the blood-stained chain scythe and blatantly ordered: "Cover the blade and take the bow, shoot all of them for me, and don't let anyone go!"

The thieves in the wild sand picked their bows and took arrows, whistling everywhere, and leaped with horses, and arrows were like rain.

A disciple who fell to the end was instantly shot into a hedgehog and screamed and fell off the horse. Because the warrior's physical defense was quite strong, it was equivalent to wearing a piece of armor. Although he was caught, he did not die immediately. As a result, the thieves trampled on the horses, and smoke was filled with dust.

Shaoqing, the crazy sand thief suddenly roared and dispersed, revealing the miserable situation of the disciple.

The other disciples ran and looked back, hoping to see a miracle, but when they saw this bloody and tragic scene, they were all shocked and fled with their horses.

How could these disciples of the Martial Martial Arts be compared to the riding skills of the Madness-Stories? They caught up with each other in a few seconds, and the bowstrings were loud and covered by rain of arrows.

But this time, few of the disciples brought pure military equipment such as shields. How many level 4 and 5 warriors can understand the secret of Yuanli Shield? Even Luo Xiao, who has never lacked energy, has not yet started practicing this secret at the fourth level.

So under the arrows, everyone turned into a hedgehog. They could endure the pain, and the saddle ran wildly, unable to bear the pain, and rolled down from the saddle... After trampling on the sandy hooves, only bloody corpses were left on the ground.

Everything confirms that the third leader of the Sand Thieves, Tian Yiheng, had a full tone before, and the battle was completely one-sided. As long as this lasted for a while, few reconnaissance teams would be destroyed.

However, although that old Chai was not even a warrior, his riding skills were far superior to those of his disciples, and he was even stronger than the thief of the wild sand. He was far ahead and rushed far away. As the sand and dust flew, he could only vaguely see his shaking riding shadows, and half of the arrow could not fall on him.

"Let's go! No one is allowed to stop!" Wang Chongda shouted and kept urging, but on the contrary, his horse speed slowed down - today's situation was extremely dangerous, and he had to cut off the back of his disciples, otherwise he was afraid that no one could escape except him. At this time, he could save one. If he had to leave all here, even if he escaped alone, what would he look like to return to the Xiuwu Hall?

When the few disciples left were panting and galloping past him, Wang Zhong couldn't help feeling sad. When the ten disciples came, there were only three left...

Amid Wang Chong's roar of grief and anger, the shackles rotated like the wind, and a white hazy energy overflowed with the shadow of the stick. When the energy reached, the dense arrows seemed to hit an invisible curtain wall, breaking and bombing, flying around.

The remaining three disciples who were covered by Wang Chong finally got a chance to breathe, beat the horse like flying, ran wildly in the saddle, gradually escaped from the threat of the arrows of the wild sand thief.

As Wang Chong's cavalry slowed down, thieves soon caught up, but before they could get close, they were knocked over by the flails. The other thieves also understood that they were not the opponent of this person, so they bypassed Wang Chong and chased the three disciples.

Wang Chong immediately accelerated and wanted to intercept him first. However, before he could take action, he was intercepted first - to be precise, he was intercepted by a flying sickle that swiftly swiftly.

The flying sickle roared, hitting the astigmatism curtain and slashing down on the face.

Wang Chong lowered his head in time, and the flying sickle swept by, slid his hair away, and immediately disheveled his hair, describing it as shrill.

Tian Yiheng fell into nothing, his wrist sinks and retracts, and the flying sickle swirls, and the iron chain and the chain of the flail in Wang Chong's hand suddenly entangled. Tian Yiheng laughed and sprinted with the horse, and pulled hard with the horse's power.

Wang Chong let go decisively - it was not that he was not strong enough, but that he could not compete with Tian Yiheng, otherwise he would not only fall into a siege again, but the three disciples would also be in danger.

As soon as Wang Chong took off his weapon, he stabbed quickly from the side with a shot. Wang Chong had no time to dodge, and the spear stabbed his shoulder, his clothes were broken, and the spear tip was half a piece of flesh into the tip. But he only had half a piece of flesh into the flesh, and he could no longer stab it - the Xuanwu Shi's physical defense was not for nothing.

Wang Chong grabbed the gun with his hands, whistled his strength with both arms, and picked his opponent off the horse's back, threw it several feet away, and smashed another thief off the horse.

Another thief rushed over and slashed at Wang Chong's head with a sword across his head. This was the idea of ​​shooting people first. However, Wang Chong used the advantage of a long soldier to stab the thief to fall off the horse.

Except for some of the remaining three disciples, the other thieves surrounded Wang Chong, the horse neighed and the people roared, and the sword light and the hoof shadows were stirred up, making the smoke and dust, and they couldn't see clearly for a while.

Tian Yiheng wanted to take action several times, but Wang Chong kept drilling into the thieves in the wild sand. His flying sickle could easily hurt his own people in such a chaotic battle. He tried to take action several times and was blocked by his own people. He was so angry that he cursed that Wang Chong could not do anything for a moment.

Wang Yanjie, who had already left the encirclement dozens of feet away, fought with the thieves who were chasing him while looking back anxiously. Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, Wang Yanjie slashed and slashed and forced a thief to retreat repeatedly, turned his head to Duan Qinglan and the others and said, "This is not possible. Without the Wang Zhi, we will eventually be caught up by the crazy sand thieves. Who else will protect us at that time?"

Duan Qinglan's lips were chapped, and there were bloodstains of scratched arrows on his cheeks and arms. Several feather arrows were inserted on hissing: "Senior Brother Wang, what do you think you should do?"

"You entangle these thieves, I'll go and teach Wang!" Wang Yanjie turned around, slapped his horse's buttocks hard, and rushed towards the encirclement.

"Senior Brother Wang..." Duan Qinglan and his other disciple could no longer say anything, so they could only fight against several thieves, hoping that it would be helpful to the two.

When the king hit the fifth thief, he was finally blocked by Tian Yi.

Tian Yiheng cut off the gun with one blow, and Wang Chong immediately threw out the broken gun. Tian Yiheng didn't care at all, and cut off the flying sickle, cutting the gun and the horse's head.

Wang Chong had already jumped up at the opportunity, jumped to another thief's back, snatched the saber, and at the same time pressed the thief's neck and pulled it to the blade, threw the body off the horse, and raised the knife to block the violent attack of the flying sickle.

At this moment, Wang Yanjie rushed into the encirclement and appeared beside Wang Chong.

Wang Chong was furious when he saw this: "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Yanjie shouted: "We cannot escape the teaching, and we will also be unable to escape death!"

Wang Chong tried his best to hit Feifei sickle. As the head swung, his hair was like a bunch of small sweat beads, his face covered with mud and blood plasma, and he felt like a layer of bloody mud. He heard this and said hoarsely: "Forget it, I will protect you and rush out..."

"Run out? Let's die for me!" Tian Yiheng screamed strangely, and the flying sickle shook, and actually rushed towards Wang Yanjie.

"Go away quickly--ah!" Wang Chong pushed Wang Yanjie away with one hand and waved his knife to face the flying sickle. But at this moment, there was a severe pain under his ribs, which made him feel heart-wrenching, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill roar. He turned around and saw Wang Yanjie crazy on his face, stabbing a short blade of a pseudo-spirited weapon into his chest and lungs.

"Why..."

Wang Chong stared at the unbelievable blood-red eyeballs, and every time he spit out a word, a large amount of blood foam surged out... A cold light flashed, and the sickle flew over his throat. As the blood splattered, Wang Chong's burly body fell from the back of the horse and fell heavily into dust.
Chapter completed!