Doomsday Desert.

A hidden oasis.

Many buildings were built on the oasis, mostly the main hall. Men in robes and masks were busy going in and out of the halls.

This is the base camp of sand pirates who have been rampant for thousands of years.

One of the palaces.

Syllable!

A teacup was smashed to the ground.

"Damn, damn Sword Sect, damn Ma Qingfeng! Ever since your army entered the Secret Oasis, this seat hasn't had a good life! I'm so angry!"

The ram walked back and forth on the ground several times, and his men lost thousands of sand thieves.

This is the biggest loss in hundreds of years. How could he not be angry?

"What is the young master, what is he doing?"

"The young master is here...... In ......, a maid was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

"Waste. It's all fucking rubbish!" The ram waved his hand coldly, and the maid's weak body flew out of the hall, and when she landed, she was already dead of anger!

"Someone!"

A guard with a scimitar on his waist hurriedly walked in.

"What does the chief command?"

"What is the young master doing?"

"Back to the big leader, the little one doesn't dare to say. The guard hurriedly bowed his hand, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"Don't you dare to say, that little beast must be playing with a woman again, right?

Crash!

The table made of precious fragrant wood fell apart with a bang.

A slightly smaller hall was filled with shouts and curses.

"Let go of me, you beast! my sect won't let you go, and you won't die well!"

"Yo ho! it's spicy enough, fuck, Young Master Ben likes spicy food, so it's delicious enough!"

I saw the ram's bare upper body, tearing a woman's clothes. The woman's clothes had been torn in half, and only a few strips of cloth were still hidden from her chest.

Judging from the clothes she was wearing, this woman was a disciple of the Crazy Sword Sect.

The woman struggled desperately and resisted, scolding incessantly, and kicking her feet incessantly, hoping to kick the lewd thief on her body to death.

"That's it, that's it. The little nun that Young Master Ben played with yesterday was like a dead man. The ram's eyes were red, and he kept tearing at the woman's clothes.

"I won't let you succeed, and I won't let you go!"

Burst!

A large amount of blood flowed from the woman's mouth, and she bit her tongue and committed suicide. His eyes widened, full of hatred, and a hint of unwillingness.

"Damn, it's strong enough, what a waste!" the ram cursed and scolded, pulling a piece of clothing and putting it on his body.

"Someone, drag that little girl's corpse out and feed it to the wolves!"

Immediately two guards walked in and dragged the woman's body out.

It turned out that since the appearance of the sword idiot, the secret realm oasis has been a piece of scattered sand, especially on the defensive side of the martial arts people of the Great Xia Kingdom, almost everyone is in danger.

The sword idiot targeted the disciples of the Sword Sect everywhere, and even Tianjiaowei did not let go, they were all excluded and not reused.

Therefore, the disciples of the other sects who were sent out to patrol were subjected to crazy retaliation by the sand thieves. And the knife idiot does not know how to lead the troops and does not understand strategy and tactics, which leads to a large number of casualties.

But because his cultivation is profound, his strength is strong. No one dared to say a word. This further fueled his arrogance.

Even the little black bear left by Ma Qingfeng was lured by him to a mysterious place and trapped.

And he overwhelmed the Qingliangmen ancestor Jin Ding Dao and obtained the only right to speak, which made it even more incredible.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, scorching hot.

A figure slowly emerged from behind a sand dune, and he walked calmly and serenely. One step later, the figure actually appeared from dozens of zhang away, and it turned out to be a deep martial arts shrunk into inches!

Feeling the joy of the fire aura around him, Ma Qingfeng continued to comprehend a higher level of spiritual control.

After so many years of cultivation, Ma Qingfeng understood that the so-called spirit control technique was actually to control the energy of the five elements of heaven and earth.

The five elements of heaven and earth are divided into metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Then there will be a corresponding soul control technique, and Ma Qingfeng has learned fire control and water control techniques.

Every kind of soul control technique, practiced to the highest level, has the power to destroy the world and destroy the world. And since Ma Qingfeng entered the Heaven Level, he hadn't practiced the Spirit Control Technique well.

Right now, in the Doomsday Desert, the unprecedented abundance of fire aura, such a unique condition, Ma Qingfeng can't be wasted.

And before coming, Ma Qingfeng specially interrogated the cloudy world that was caught by him. Unexpectedly obtained the cultivation method of soul control technique, which is a great opportunity.

Because Ma Qingfeng is lacking methods on soul cultivation, every time he encounters a soul attack, he will be a little at a loss.

Now that he has the Soul Control Technique, Ma Qingfeng's strength will have a qualitative improvement. When the soul is strong, the divine sense will naturally be strong, and the comprehension of martial arts will be faster.

I kept feeling the spirit control technique in my heart, and walked forward without touching the ground.

Suddenly, Ma Qingfeng stopped.

There seemed to be a faint sound of killing in the distance, and his brows furrowed slightly. Anyone who is interrupted at the key point of perception will not be in a good mood!

When the divine consciousness was released, it instantly enveloped the place where the sound of killing came.

Thousands of people were fighting together.

One side is the notorious sand thief, and the other side is no stranger to Ma Qingfeng. It's the aborigines of the desert.

This group of strong men, dressed in beast skins, fought desperately with the sand thieves without fear of death.

In the crowd, Ma Qingfeng saw a familiar figure, it was the poisonous scorpion leader Fang.

The fangs were fighting at this time with thunder and rage, these sand thieves were really haunted, and it was not easy for him to get away from them, but he didn't expect them to come to the door again.

The fangs and the warriors of the tribe have made up their minds that they will no longer be controlled by the sand thieves, and they will die heroically.

This time, Fang Fang led a thousand warriors of the tribe to go to the secret oasis for help, but he didn't expect to be robbed and killed by sand thieves halfway.

The two sides had been fighting for several hours, and there were only about 300 of the 1,000 warriors of the Scorpion tribe left, and it was only a matter of time before the entire army was annihilated.

The fangs have already embraced the heart of death, so the attack is wide open and closed, and there is no defense at all, and it is all a lose-lose style. This style of play made the sand thieves scramble for a while, and they didn't want to die.

Blood was dripping to the ground, fangs felt their bodies getting weaker and weaker, and the true yuan was almost exhausted. A strong belief sustained him, that is, he would kill a few more sand thieves when he was dying.

As the saying goes, people who don't deserve to die are always saved.

Maybe it was destined in the dark, and just when the fangs couldn't hold on, Ma Qingfeng just came over.

Seeing the fangs bleeding all over, Ma Qingfeng took a step forward, and his body instantly appeared beside the fangs.

He raised his hand and grabbed the scimitar that was about to slash at the fang's head, and plunged the tip of the knife into the sand thief's chest with his backhand.

Grabbed the fang's arm, and in a flash, his body flashed, and he appeared a hundred feet away.

"Am I not dead yet?" Fangfang waited for a long time, but did not feel any pain, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh, brother, it's you!" When I opened my eyes, I saw Ma Qingfeng standing aside with a smile, and his fangs went up and hugged Ma Qingfeng tightly.

Looking at this man with a true temperament, the latter hugged him hard, and Ma Qingfeng patted him on the back: "I said Brother Fang, why are you so embarrassed?"

Letting go of Ma Qingfeng, Fang sighed, "Alas, brother doesn't know anything! Ram Leng, this old thing, came to threaten me again, if my poisonous scorpion department does not submit to him, he will destroy us." ”

"I can't beat it, I can't run it. I didn't have a choice, I thought of you, brother, no, I was about to go to your brother for help! I didn't expect you to save me halfway. Our brothers are really destined!"

Ma Qingfeng's appearance shocked the sand thieves, stopped the attack, and the more than 200 remaining warriors of the poisonous scorpion department returned to Ma Qingfeng's side.