Suddenly, the yellow sand rolled in the distance, covering the sky and the sun, accompanied by bursts of shouts of killing.

"Are reinforcements coming?" Sima Changkong muttered to himself.

In a few moments, more than 2,000 people were killed. Dressed in a robe, even his head is wrapped in a hood, and his hands are all scimitars more than a meter long.

Sima Changkong's heart sank, this was the arrival of reinforcements from the sand thieves.

"The disciples of the Sword Sect will block the attack, and the rest of the people will retreat! Quick!" With a wave of the long sword, Sima Changkong's body jumped in front of the comer, unleashing the Vientiane Sword Technique, attacking like a storm.

The prefecture-level masters of the Sword Sect immediately came over with a hundred people, and together with Sima Changkong, they stopped the reinforcements of the sand thieves.

Although the disciples of the other factions couldn't bear it, they couldn't stop these fierce sand thieves who were not afraid of death, so they quickly retreated after being ordered.

"Hmph, I want to run, but it's not that easy!" A tall sand thief leader's body suddenly jumped up, and the scimitar in his hand slashed through a bright arc and cut into Sima Changkong's neck.

The raging sand suddenly froze, and a saloon roll formed, writhing over the head of the sand bandit leader.

"Run! This is the master of the eight grades of the prefecture!" Sima Changkong roared heartbreakingly.

His body moved with difficulty, and after one last glance at the world full of yellow sand, Sima Changkong's eyes appeared in front of his eyes the scene of his cultivation in the Sword Sect since he was a child.

"I'm sorry, master, I failed to live up to your expectations. I'm sorry, junior brother, senior brother failed to bring back the master you cultivated!"

Slowly closing his eyes, Sima Changkong couldn't resist the attack of the ground-level eight-rank martial artist, and when the god of death came, he seemed to feel the cold sword qi.

Suddenly, a figure jumped over quickly, although blood spurted from its mouth, and forcibly broke through the momentum of the sand thief leader, and squeezed to his side.

Rumble!

The figure's body exploded in an instant, and the huge energy instantly forced back the leader of the sand thieves, and also shook Sima Changkong away, but he was not injured.

"Senior brother!" Sima Changkong burst into tears, and he blew himself up as a disciple of the head of the Sword Sect, and Sima Changkong didn't even remember his name.

"Senior brother led people to retreat quickly, and we resisted for a while. The thousand disciples of the Sword Sect immediately retreated, rushed up to two hundred people, and the rest dragged Sima Changkong and ran away.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The self-explosion one by one pierced Sima Changkong's heart like a sharp knife.

"Senior brother!" Sima Changkong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and almost fainted.

In this battle, the prefecture-level masters of the Sword Sect lost nearly three hundred people.

Although there are very few ground-level masters among the sand thieves, there are many middle-level and high-level masters. They are all masters of the third grade or above at the prefecture level.

Although the Sword Sect has thousands of prefecture-level masters, they are all masters of the first grade of the prefecture and masters of the second grade of the prefecture.

In addition, there are a large number of sand thieves, all of whom are not afraid of death, they are all outlaws, and they have caused a certain amount of damage to the masters of the Sword Sect, it is really a good tiger who can't stand the wolves!

Of the two hundred prefecture-level masters of the Sword Sect, dozens of them blew themselves up, and the rest were all killed by the sand thieves. It is really loyal to the sun and the moon, and the liver and gallbladder reflect the world!

The leader of the sand thieves tore off a few strips of cloth from his robes and bandaged the wounds on his body briefly, "These are the disciples of which sect, not only are they superb, but they are also brave and fearless, and they will become a great disaster in the future." We must annihilate them all!"

"Right Protector, our brothers have suffered heavy casualties, there are more than 3,000 people left, all of whom died in the final self-explosion, these people are too violent!" a sand thief stepped forward with a limp, crying and mourning like his own father.

Another sand thief stepped forward after counting the number of people. Shi gave a salute, "Right Protector, our ground-level masters have fallen thirty-three people, seriously injured more than a dozen people, and only a hundred or so people can continue to fight." ”

Boom!

The leader of the sand thieves slapped the ground next to him angrily, and a huge sand pit appeared on the ground, flying and splashing in all directions.

"I didn't expect the boat to capsize in the gutter, so I sent someone to follow it, leaving marks along the way, and waited for us to recuperate for two days, and then went to pursue. ”

The wind that had been blowing for two days finally stopped, and the desert dunes appeared like fish scales in the scorching sun.

The sun is like a flaming fireball, scattering endless heat waves over the earth, and the temperature in the desert of the end of the day rises sharply, as if eggs buried in the sand will be baked.

Behind a huge sand dune, Sima Changkong was really resting with the remaining two thousand people.

There are only seven hundred ground-level masters left in the Sword Sect, only 1,300 disciples from other sects, and only a dozen ground-level masters.

Half of the manpower was lost, including more than 300 prefecture-level masters.

"Damn, there are no reinforcements yet. If this continues, we will probably be wiped out. ”

"Yes, we have sent five batches of people asking for help, and even if there is an accident, the letter should be delivered. ”

"Could it be that those miscellaneous members of the Brotherhood are deliberately making things difficult for us and delaying the sending of reinforcements? ”

"I think it may be like this, those miscellaneous people are making things difficult for us for some reason. After transferring all the masters of the Great Gate Sect, we are left with low-level martial artists, who can only drag down the Sword Sect. ”

"Alas, with the strength of the Sword Sect's masters, if you want to retreat, you will have to retreat a long time ago. It's all for us. ”

Hearing the complaints of the disciples of these small sects around him, Sima Changkong felt uncomfortable in his heart.

What the Brotherhood Alliance did was obviously to suppress the Sword Sect, and the team of 10,000 people brought by the Sword Sect this time was transferred to most of the people and sent to other places. Otherwise, how can we be reduced to the point of being chased and killed by sand thieves.

Slowly standing up, he walked up a relatively high sand dune and coughed twice. Immediately, there was silence. Although these people are dissatisfied with the Brotherhood Alliance, they can talk loudly behind their backs or even in person, but they have great respect for the Sword Sect. Especially Ma Qingfeng, who is even more admired by them.

Many of these people were the heads and elders of the small sects, and they took the initiative to enter the Doomsday Desert just to befriend the Sword Sect and leave a good impression on Ma Qingfeng.

These days, after countless battles, every time someone on his side is seriously injured, as long as he does not die, the disciple of the Sword Sect will take out an elixir that exudes aura and give it to the injured person.

The person who took the medicine recovered from his injuries quickly, and his cultivation also improved significantly. It made their eyes very hot.

Through careful inquiry, I learned that this elixir was exclusively secretly made by Ma Qingfeng, and it could be refined as much as I wanted. These people completely gave their hearts to the Sword Sect, and they all hoped that Ma Qingfeng would know his performance and reward him with an elixir at that time.

Sima Changkong saw that everyone was quiet, and said slowly: "Brothers, many of our brothers have been sleeping here these days. However, they did not die in vain, and the number of sand pirates who died was several times higher than ours. Moreover, we are not fighting for the Brotherhood. It is to fight for the thousands of people of the Great Xia Kingdom. ”

"According to credible sources, these sand pirates are remnants of the out-of-bounds invaders. They are constantly preparing for the next invasion from outside the boundary. We must annihilate them before they invade again. We can't let them join forces and destroy our homeland!"

Sima Changkong was impassioned and eloquent, but seeing that everyone's nature was not high, he sighed secretly, "We don't have to be discouraged, I have already sent someone back to the Sword Sect to deliver a message, I believe that Senior Brother Ma Qingfeng will arrive soon." At that time, the Brotherhood will definitely look at us differently. ”

Hearing the news that Ma Qingfeng was coming, these people stopped coming in, and they were extremely excited, "Rest assured, Master Sima, we will all work hard to unite and strive to eliminate all evil sand thieves as soon as possible." ”

Alas, it's still the reputation of Senior Brother Qingfeng! I wasted so many lips and tongues, and only this last sentence moved them.

At this time, the disciples of the Sword Sect should have walked out of the Doomsday Desert! I hope that Senior Brother Qingfeng can arrive in time to reorganize the secret oasis. Otherwise, when the outside invades, how can you resist those strong people!