How did you know our route, and you had an ambush in advance?" Ma Qingfeng was very puzzled, the route of himself and the others was kept secret, how could the sand thieves ambush in advance.

Obviously, someone revealed the route of himself and the others to the sand pirates, so that the sand pirates could ambush here in advance and prepare for a surprise attack on their own people.

"Hmph!" the leader of the sand thieves in dark green robes snorted coldly, "You are so naïve!

After speaking, the scimitar was raised diagonally, "Brothers, kill all the fragments of these brotherhoods, and I will ask for credit for everyone in front of the big leader!"

Oh!

A total of 5,000 sand thieves killed Ma Qingfeng and others.

Ma Qingfeng's fingers flicked a few times quickly, his eyes narrowed, and he found that there were more than three hundred prefecture-level masters among the sand thieves, and the average grade was much higher than that of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Among them, the leader of the sand thieves is a prefecture-level eight-rank martial artist, in addition to more than twenty prefecture-level seven-rank martial artists, and the rest are third-rank to sixth-grade martial artists.

My side is much worse than others, although they are all prefecture-level masters, but their grades are much lower than others.

Stretching out his hand and patting his back, a dragon groan sounded, the Sky Slashing Sword flew out of the scabbard, Ma Qingfeng held the sword in his hand, and pointed to the sky, "Thunderbolt Sword Technique's Heavenly Divine Thunder!"

Bang!

The sun was shining in the desert at the end of the day, and there was actually a thunderclap, and a thunderbolt flashed from the void sky, heading straight for Ma Qingfeng's sky-cutting sword.

Zila!

Ma Qingfeng was covered in lightning, as if the Nine Heavens Thunder God was coming.

"Go!" Ma Qingfeng swung his sword to slash the sky, and a thousand rays of thunder light intertwined and slashed towards the five thousand sand thieves who rushed in.

"Oh mom!"

A thousand rays of lightning instantly hit the thousand sand thieves who rushed to the front, and these sand thieves immediately stopped, like wood carved clay sculptures, their bodies glowing with blue light, and they trembled constantly.

Some of the low-cultivation sand thieves had black smoke rising from their bodies, emitting a smell of anxiety. was electrocuted directly!

"Attack!"

Ma Qingfeng shouted, and the five hundred prefecture-level masters of the Sword Sect showed their skills together, and instantly swept in front of the sand thieves who were numb and unable to move by the electric light.

Click!

The sword light flashed, and the head flew!

Five hundred people split five hundred heads in the blink of an eye!

Dozens of these people are prefecture-level masters, and most of them are prefecture-level third-grade and fourth-grade masters.

The leader of the sand thieves, the corners of his mouth twitched, and with a wave of his big hand, twenty-five prefecture-level seventh-grade masters flew up in the air, directly attacking the five hundred masters of the Sword Sect.

At the same time, those sand thief ground-level masters endured the discomfort of their bodies, waved the scimitar in their hands, and slashed out a fierce knife.

If you don't resist again, when the Sword Sect disciples free their hands, their heads will fly!

Ma Qingfeng instructed Xiao Hei to wait in place, took a step forward gently, and the Dunjia technique unfolded, and instantly appeared in front of the eyes of those ground-level seven-rank sand thieves who rushed up.

The two sand thieves in front felt that the space in front of them trembled, and a figure appeared, and without thinking about it, the two scimitars slashed at Ma Qingfeng's head together.

As soon as Ma Qingfeng's long sword was horizontal, he didn't stop at all, and in a flash, he rushed past the two prefecture-level seven-rank sand thieves.

The two human heads flew three feet high with fear and reluctance, and the blood was steaming hot, splashing out like a fountain.

Appearing in front of another prefecture-level seventh-grade sand thief, Ma Qingfeng pointed a little index finger of his left hand, and a finger hole appeared on the forehead of the sand thief, and blood gradually flowed out.

Creak!

The remaining twenty-two prefecture-level seventh-grade masters stood at once, as if there were fierce beasts in front of them.

These prefecture-level sand thieves are powerful and murderous on weekdays, and they don't know what it means to be afraid.

Now, however, there was a rare fear on their faces. Frightened of Ma Qingfeng's speed, his head flew before he could see what was going on. Who isn't afraid!

Ma Qingfeng's long sword stood and hooked his hand at the leader of the sand thieves.

The leader of the sand thieves was shocked, who was this kid, so fast, he didn't even see how he got to those people.

"Hmph, junior, you're not worthy of my shot!

The leader of the sand thieves became interested in Ma Qingfeng's body, and he didn't want to take risks, so he ordered his men to attack Ma Qingfeng.

The remaining ground-level seventh-grade masters looked at each other and nodded, and one of the white-bearded old men thrust his scimitar into the ground, pinched a few strange handprints with both hands, and then fell to his knees with a plop.

"O brave knight of fear, your servant calls to you, sacrifice the blood of our generation, come!" With that, he reached out and slashed at the scimitar, and a fist-sized splash of blood bloomed.

The strange thing is that the blood did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air.

Above the blood flower, the space twisted, black mist emerged, and a vortex gradually formed. The sand on the ground is constantly sucked in, forming a beautiful saloon roll.

As soon as the five hundred masters of the Sword Sect moved, they returned to Ma Qingfeng's back. In this meeting, more than 700 sand thieves were killed, but only a dozen of them were slightly injured.

The sand thieves did not pursue, but returned to the leader of the sand thieves and stood up, looking at the whirlpool in the air with awe.

After the whirlpool was formed, a dark, decaying aura came from the whirlpool. It's lifeless and depressing.

This feeling Ma Qingfeng felt when he fought the zombies of Hell Gate, but it was not as strong as it is now.

When fighting with the people of the Valley of the Dead, I also felt it from the ghost, but it was not as strong as it is now.

A huge crisis rose in Ma Qingfeng's heart, and the hairs on his body stood up suddenly.

"If the sacrifice is insufficient, this seat will not make a move!" A piercing voice came from the whirlpool, as if two bones were rubbing together, making people palpitate.

The white-bearded old man stretched out his hand and swiped again, and another fist-sized blood flower floated into the air, gathering together with the original blood flower.

"It's still not enough!"

The old man swiped again, and then a fist-sized ball of blood floated into the air.

"More!" there seemed to be a pair of glowing eyes on the other side of the whirlpool.

When the old man heard this, he almost sat down, gritted his teeth, his face was pale and deep out of his right leg, and he slashed hard on the scimitar, and a ball of blood several times larger than before flew into the sky.

The old man's face turned pale, as if he had put a blank piece of paper on his face, and there was no blood.

A large cloud of bright red blood floated in the air, dripping and spinning.

That should be enough!

The sand thieves looked at the pale old man and thought to themselves.

Unexpectedly, another voice came from the whirlpool, "One more ......"

Thump!

The pale-faced old man fell to the ground, he had already contributed half of the blood of his body just now, and he was half a basin. If he bleeds again, there will be only one way to die, so he can only faint.

Another earth-level seventh-grade old man cut his arm and sacrificed a large ball of blood.

"Still not ...... enough"

Thump!

The old man has fallen, and he has not sacrificed so much blood when he used this trick before! What is the matter today, is it the legendary ......

With a sudden, the old man's face was excited, and he slashed his arm and leg a few times with a scimitar, and a large piece of blood flew into the sky.

With knives in both hands, half-kneeling on the ground, the old man's face was pale, but his face was full of excitement, "This time it should be enough, come......!

"Alas, you're so stingy! I'm going to rest!"

A chilling sigh sounded, and the whirlpool in the sky slowly stopped rotating, and there were signs of dissipation.

The old man with the knife in both hands rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Burst!

Ma Qingfeng just drank the water in his mouth and squirted out, what is this, what did the sand thieves get out of that whirlpool, it's so tasteful!

The leader of the sand thieves turned pale, this situation was also the first time he had encountered it, in the past, when his subordinates used this move, they used at most two balls of blood to summon a powerful helper, could it be that today's trick is not effective?

Or it is to summon something more powerful, and those sacrifices in the past are certainly not enough.

He said in a deep voice: "Continue the sacrifice, you must get this thing out!"