Within a moment, several more shouts came, and the voices were the five people who had been sent to visit. For a while, the calmness of the Yimengshan people couldn't help but beat a drum in their hearts, could it be that there were monsters? Just when everyone was in shock, six big men covered their faces and rolled down from the sand dunes, as if they had been attacked by something, screaming and embarrassed. And they had fist-sized balls on their bodies. Everyone looked at it, it was a cactus full of spikes, but these cacti were like living creatures, jumping on those people, and the sharp thorns were piercing back and forth like needles, and they were single-minded.

The sound of clattering came from far and near, like footsteps, but it was quieter. On the top of the sand dune, hundreds of small thorn balls similar to the big man's body rolled out from the sand dunes one after another, jumping up and down like rabbits, and attacked the Mengshan people. Unexpectedly, the enemy was such a small thing, and those men were a little surprised, but the experience of many years is that they quickly calmed down and took up arms one after another to fight against these little thorn balls.

The little thorn ball didn't care who was who, and as soon as it got close, it was a fierce stab, and it was quite fast, which made the Mengshan people a little tricky. For a moment, the crowd surged, and the light of the sword flickered. Those who were accustomed to carrying heavy weapons such as maces suffered greatly at this time. Originally, the night was hazy, and the small thorn ball was small and flexible, jumping forward and backward, dodging left and right, as if someone was manipulating it in the dark, and it was not easy to hit accurately. Every now and then, someone is stabbed, and wails resound through the night sky. Some of them already had more than a dozen or twenty small thorn balls on their bodies, and they couldn't care about defending against the enemy at all. Of course, there are also those who make darts with knives, and when they put their hands together, they see a flash of cold light, and the small thorn ball is cut in half, and it turns into a broken seed that falls to the ground with a thud. But the crowd shook so that the hidden weapon did not dare to shoot at will, so as not to hurt his companions.

Shange's face was gloomy, and hundreds of thorn balls would make the Mengshan people, who were known for their good fighting, embarrassed and scrambling, while the enemy was still hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to move at any time, and it was too passive to continue like this. At that moment, with a wave of his hand, he made all the clansmen retreat. Then he picked up a silver spear in his hand, and he danced casually, and the spear shone like a bright moon. Shange's black hair was windless and automatic, and his domineering momentum spread.

Picking up the spear, Shange's body exuded an astonishing momentum, like a murderous general on the battlefield, trying to crush all enemies in his way to pieces. The spear drew a perfect arc in the air, and the faint light of the tip of the spear surged, dazzling as starlight in the dark night, and as dazzling as a ghostly fire. Shange shouted, his dragon-like arm shook repeatedly, and the spear stabbed out in parallel, and the little light turned into silver threads, sweeping forward like a storm. The light tore through the night and galloped towards the piles of thorn balls.

The rain of light swept by, and the fluttering sound was repeated, and the small thorn ball was pierced by the silver light, turning into seeds and falling to the ground. Even if they occasionally escaped through the gap between the silver lights, they were also crushed by the powerful pressure between the lights! In just an instant, most of the small thorn balls that made the Mengshan clan stretched thin were wiped out. The ingenuity of the means is breathtaking. It was the people of the clan, and they couldn't help but applaud at this time. Those who have free hands hurriedly help those who are haunted by the thorn ball. The few remaining thorn balls were strangled by the rest of the clansmen.

But before everyone had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the incessant clicking sound came again. Everyone looked at the sand dunes, only to see hundreds of small spike balls rushing from behind the dunes. But this time, in the locust-like thorn ball, with two black figures, they jumped and leaped, and pounced on the Mengshan clan with the thorn ball. The big men couldn't help but feel a little numb, how many of these little thorn balls are there? If it was a duel between swords and guns, they would not be afraid at all, even if they shed blood and cut off their hands, it was also commonplace. But dealing with these nimble and countless gadgets gives them a bit of a headache.

A black-robed man rose into the air and suddenly drew his long knife and swept towards the mountain. The mountain did not move like a mountain, and relying on the convenience of its length, the spear pierced the chest of the black-robed man. The black-robed man returned his sword. As soon as the spear flickered, it was blocked by the black-robed man with a big knife, and with a sonorous sound, the red spark was extinguished in a flash.

Shange couldn't help but shout, "Good skill!" The spear swerved, stirring the opponent's long knife. The black-robed man did not show weakness, and the long knife slammed into the situation and went straight to the façade of the mountain. In the darkness, the spear of the mountain went out to sea like a silver dragon, piercing the void and whirring. And the black-clothed man's knife skills are very strange, flexible and changeable, and he is as cunning and entangled as a spirit snake, restraining Shange's strong marksmanship. The shadow of the sword and the gun, emitting bursts of light, the sparks that collided were extinguished, and the two figures were inseparable.

This side is still evenly matched, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while. Another shorter black-robed man over there was like a fish in water, walking through the Mengshan tribesmen, cooperating with the attack of the little thorn ball, hitting the big man's waist here, and kicking the big man's knee there. Although it did not cause great harm, it made the Mengshan people, who were already a little unprepared, even more flustered and difficult to fight. The black-robed man moved nimblely, stepping on strange footwork, leaving a burst of afterimages in place. Sometimes it is obvious that it has been slashed, but in the blink of an eye, some hide elsewhere, and some even wonder if they have seen a ghost. But this man is merciful, and he strikes with the aim of subduing the enemy, but does not attack the vital points. Every time he struck, someone fell to the ground, but he didn't worry about his life.

Shange and the black-robed man went toe-to-toe, spears and knives entangled, and the yellow sand was stirred and flying. "Who are you, and what is your purpose?"

The black-robed man sneered, lowered his voice, and said, "Nonsense, do you think I'm going to tell you?" Shange snorted angrily, his heart moved, there were only two people on the other side, and now the other party was delaying himself, if they still had companions appearing, it must be themselves and others who were in a disadvantageous position.

Thinking of this, Shange couldn't help but be shocked. At the moment, he waved his hand and shouted, "Let's talk, divide it!" Hearing this, the two men who were holding spears like Shange hurriedly jumped forward, and with a wave of spears, they held the black-robed man with the sword. The strength of both of them is not weak, second only to Shange in the clan, even if they are invincible together, there is no problem in resisting for half an hour!

As soon as he got out of the entanglement, the mountain was like a dragon in the sea, the spears were linked, and silver flashes flashed one after another. Like a dart with long eyes, it is pinned to the throbbing ball of thorns in the sky. Sango moved so fast that he could barely see how he moved, only to see a flash of cold light, and a small ball of thorns turned into a seed and fell to the ground. With Sange's move, the situation slowly changed. As the small thorn ball decreased, more Mengshan people were liberated, and the shorter black-robed man complained bitterly.

The black-robed man was in a difficult situation, and it became difficult to cope. Those big men gathered, and the gap that they could avoid became narrow, and they had no choice but to encourage confrontation. But because he was short, when he slapped with those heavyweight men, his palms were numb, and he lost more than strength. Seeing that he couldn't parry it slowly, the short black-robed man and a man exchanged palms, and jumped out of the battle circle with the help of palm power, just stopping beside the black-robed man who was wielding the knife. The dwarf, black-robed man kicked his companion to stop the shouting man. At the same time, he smiled bitterly: "I can't stand it! If I don't leave, it's too late!"

The black-robed man with the long knife nodded and said, "You go first! I'll be there right away!" The dwarf black-robed man didn't hesitate when he heard this, and ran away. So that the knife no longer had scruples, the long knife slashed violently, and a visible knife swept out. Talking and crossing the spears to resist the sword. With a bang, the sword exploded. The burst swept up a gust of wind, swirling the yellow sand and flying. The black-robed man took the opportunity and rushed away, suddenly disappearing into the night.

Chatting and Dufen scolded angrily, and just as he was about to chase after him, Shange hurriedly shouted: "Forget it! It is very dangerous to chase an enemy of unknown origin in the dark of night, and who knows if it is a trap set by the enemy?

"Luckily, nothing to lose. "But these two guys are pretty good." Sango nodded, wondering in his heart what the other party's origin was, could it be someone from the previous caravan?

Suddenly, he heard an exclamation, and Shange turned his head to look, and a clansman shouted in a trembling voice: "Then, the woman named Hongqing is gone!"