A figure in the distance quickly swept over, it was the Sword Sect master-level master who was sentry in the distance.

"Senior Brother Sima, I have discovered the sand thieves of the brigade and are rushing towards us!"

"Oh, it's coming so fast! How many people can there be?" Sima Changkong frowned.

"The yellow sand in the distance is full of sky, and the preliminary judgment is that the number of people is about 5,000. ”

"Everyone, hurry up and pack up and move immediately. Don't forget to clean up the traces and set up some illusions by the way, confuse the sand pirates, and buy us more time to transfer. ”

Sima Changkong commanded in an orderly manner. During this period of experience, Sima Changkong's steady and decisive character has been well played, and he has also won the trust of these people from the heart.

Soon, the team disappeared into the vast yellow sand, leaving not even a single footprint.

There were just a lot of messy footprints in the same place, and there were some deliberately discarded items.

Half an hour later, the leader of the sand thieves stood on the sand, "Damn, you're pretty fast. Hurry up and find out, in which direction are they fleeing?"

After a while, a small leader walked over, "Qi Qi Right Protector, the traces here are too chaotic, and there are traces of the master's arrangement." It was difficult for his subordinates to judge the direction in which they were fleeing. ”

Boom!

The little leader, known as the Right Dharma Protector, kicked him away, fell far to the ground, stretched out his legs, tilted his head, and choked his breath. Blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth, and before it could seep into the sand, it evaporated.

"Right Protector, you have gone too far, we are just cooperating with your actions. You don't have the right to kill my men. What's more, the person you killed is the best candidate for desert tracking. ”

A robed sand thief approached and said coldly to the right protector.

"Hmph! a waste, kill it, kill it, what's a pity. If you delay the important matter of killing the enemy, I am afraid that your leader will be unhappy!"

The robed leader of the sand thieves snorted and said no more.

"Quick, find out where the enemy is right now. Otherwise, that person just now will be your fate!" Pointing with his hand, the right protector said coldly.

Blue Wolf City.

In the morning, the city gate was opened, and merchants from all over the world entered the city one after another.

A group of people dressed in blood-red clothes walked out of the city with a murderous aura, and these people exuded a murderous aura that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Every merchant who walked by unconsciously shuddered, and then quickly walked away, not daring to stop for a moment.

These people are the remnants of the Bloody Demon Sect. There is a huge sect, and there are only 3,000 people left.

After knowing that the sect had been served, dozens of tables were smashed and smashed, and nearly a thousand disciples were sent to investigate and secretly visit the rivers and lakes, but they didn't find out who did it.

If it weren't for the frequent attacks of the sand thieves at that time, Blue Wolf City would have been inseparable from him and the masters of the Blood Demon Sect, and he would have personally investigated it himself.

Fortunately, his son was rescued by Qiu Wuxian, and his only relative did not have an accident. It's a pity that Qiu Wuxian left soon because of something in the sect.

Now, for some unknown reason, the Sand Thieves have stopped their attack on Blue Wolf City. The Bloody Gate can also leave at any time.

Fortunately, just when the wind madness decided to leave the Blue Wolf City, a confidential news was heard by the disciples of the Bloody Demon Sect, in the Doomsday Desert, there were people related to the destruction of the Blood Demon Sect. As long as you find this person, you can know the real culprit behind the scenes.

Wind Mad immediately summoned his disciples and immediately entered the Doomsday Desert to find someone who knew about it.

After the sect was destroyed, many of the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect automatically broke away from the sect and threw themselves into other forces.

Only three thousand loyal disciples remained by the side of the wind madness.

With the remaining three thousand disciples, Feng Mad decided to enter the secret realm oasis, find the sect's Supreme Elders, and settle these loyal disciples. Then go to find clues and find out the real culprit who killed the door.

After the group entered the Doomsday Desert, they resisted the scorching sun and competed with the hot yellow sand.

After sending a special signal, a messenger found them and led them towards the oasis of the secret realm.

After three days of walking, Feng Maniac, who was walking in front, suddenly raised his hand, "Stop! There seems to be a fighting sound in front, go and investigate!"

After one of the disciples answered, he unfolded his body and ran forward.

After a while, this disciple rushed back, clasping his hands into fists, "Returning to the sect master, thousands of sand thieves have been found in front, and they are besieging the warriors of our Great Xia Kingdom. ”

The wind raised his eyebrows, and after several months of fierce battles with the sand thieves in the Blue Wolf City, he knew the ferocity and viciousness of the sand bandits. The Bloody Demon Gate was laid to rest by 2,000 disciples on the battlefield of the battle against the sand bandits. As soon as he heard about the sand bandits, his anger rose, "Do you understand which sect is being besieged?"

"Returning to the head of the sect, it seems that he is a member of the Sword Sect, and there are many disciples of small sects. Looking at the situation, it seems that the battle has been going on for a long time, and many people have been wounded. This disciple was shocked when he saw the scene for the first time.

There were corpses everywhere, including sand thieves wearing robes uniformly, as well as disciples of various sects wearing messy clothes. If it weren't for the blood-red clothes worn by the disciples of the Sword Sect with the sword-shaped logo on them, they wouldn't have been able to recognize which sect it was.

"It's the Sword Sect. The wind looked at the sky and pondered.

He had attacked the Sword Sect and caused huge losses to the Sword Sect, although it was mediated by the royal family, but the Liangzi of the two sides was knotted.

When I met a disciple of the Sword Sect in distress, did I save it or not?

"Father, the child has something to say," the wind stepped forward without regret, "the child thinks that we should go and save it immediately!"

Feng Mad stared at Feng without regret, "Why do you want to save it? Do you know that my Blood Demon Sect and the Sword Sect have a deep feud in the sea of blood." ”

"That's why it's all the more important for us to save. We can take this opportunity to show favor to the Sword Sect and resolve the previous hatred. What's more important is that Ma Qingfeng of the Sword Sect is full of limelight, not only won the respect of the people in the rivers and lakes, but also won the trust of the royal family of the Great Xia Kingdom, and was named the Marquis of Tianjiao, and his future is limitless. ”

"We can take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with Ma Qingfeng. When we find the enemy who destroyed my bloody sect, we can take revenge with the help of Ma Qingfeng's power. Father doesn't think that with the little strength we have now, we can take revenge!"

Feng Bure's words made Feng Maniac's heart move, yes, it is definitely not easy for someone who dares to take advantage of his step into the ninth grade of the ground level to destroy the bloody sect. It's really a bit weak on your own.

"Okay! No regrets, this is really a great opportunity for us to reconcile with the Sword Sect. All the disciples listened to the order and immediately set off to help the disciples of the Sword Sect!"

The messenger who led the way opened his mouth, but did not say anything, only shook his head slowly.

The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect immediately unfolded their bodies and rushed away in the direction they wanted to fight.

Sima Changkong had already changed four or five swords, and now he was holding a scimitar used by sand thieves in his hand. He and dozens of disciples of the Sword Sect were besieging the Right Protector, a ground-level eight-rank martial artist.

Since he was caught up by these murderous sand thieves a day ago, he has been fighting fiercely until now, a whole day and night. There are only about 1,000 of the 2,000 people left, and only about 2,000 of the 5,000 sand thieves remain.

The rest of the people on both sides were all masters, but Sima Changkong knew that the overall strength of his side was not comparable to the sand thieves at all.

The reason why the masters of the thieves did not kill the disciples of the Sword Sect was because they were afraid of forcing the disciples of the Sword Sect to blow themselves up.

Grinding slowly like this, as long as the true yuan power of the disciples of the Sword Sect is polished and the ability to self-destruct is lost, the sand thieves will use their hot hands to kill these people of the Brotherhood Alliance.

Sima Changkong was knocked away again, struggled to get up from a distance, picked up a scimitar from the ground at random, and joined the battle group again.