The pistol was supposed to spew flames and fly deadly projectiles, just as he remembered, but this time, the firing pin driven by the trigger of the pistol seemed to hit a stone, and there was no movement after a muffled sound, and the change of the pistol surprised Gao Feng, the blade that slashed the ground had reached his waist, and in an instant, Gao Feng would be cut in half.

A round pebble that was about to roar smashed on the blade of the knife that slashed towards Gao Feng's waist, and broke into two with a bang, but Gao Feng got the opportunity, kicked his feet on the ground, flipped backwards, and rolled continuously.

Tooth threw the pebble, and there was no more weapon, and the desolate warrior glanced at Tooth sarcastically, and swung his knife again, drawing a complete semicircle on the ground, covering the peak, and in extreme fear, the peak rolled forward again with his body and thoughts, just in time to avoid the blade.

The pistol had been pulled three times in a row, but all three times made him desperate, the fire lit up the night sky, making the dark night sky have a different kind of demon red, but Gao Feng didn't have time to appreciate this beauty, the cold blade swirled around him again and again, and could split him at any time.

"Ah!!h Under the firelight, the whole cheek of Huoya is only the most striking of the missing big yellow fang, the scorched spearhead is sharp and tough, can easily pierce the skin and pierce the bones, ten years of hard training and the anger of avenging Ah Da, the spear in his hand is faster than lightning, straight to the back of the heart of the desolate warrior.

The spear as fast as lightning was like a stiff dead snake that was strangled by the strong and powerful right hand of the desolate man, and with a crisp sound, the spearhead was broken by a huge force, and the tenacious spear body produced a huge shock force at the moment of breaking, making the angry fangs crack the palm, looking at the flying spear body and letting out a desperate roar.

At this moment, Huoya only hated himself for being incompetent, unable to help the peak, unable to avenge Ah Da, under the blade of the desolate man, he didn't think to avoid it, just looked blankly at the desolate warrior, waiting to be killed by a knife.

"Whew......." Gao Feng let out a roar of rage, like an ape, he rushed to the back of the desolate warrior's muscles, his left arm strangled the desolate warrior's neck, and the handle of the gun in his right hand smashed the desolate warrior's temple, and the surrounding tribal warriors and desolate warriors did not notice that in the corner not far from them, two underage attendants were fighting to the death with the warrior of the desolate tribe second only to the night demon.

The handle of the gun smashed again and again on the temple of the desolate warrior and splashed some blood, and the fanged knife that the desolate warrior cleaved grazed the side of the desolate warrior and fell into the air.

The desolate warrior roared angrily, reached out and grabbed Gao Feng's hair, pulling desperately, but Gao Feng just didn't let go, and smashed down the handle of the gun again and again.

The splash of blood and the muffled sound of the smashing made the desolate warrior feel the dizziness of the blank brain, and finally couldn't help it, and the left hand that grabbed Gao Feng's hair suddenly released an unprecedented force, like tearing his clothes to the ground in front of him.

The moment the peak landed, his chest was numb, spurting out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't have the strength to get up, and there was a heart-rending cry from behind him, like a crazy calf, slamming into the solid eight-pack abs of the desolate warrior, the timing of this head was just right, the desolate warrior just ripped off the fatal peak and fell to the ground to usher in this ruthless blow, and couldn't help but take a step back, but the fanged knife in his hand was cut down, and the sharp blade slid from the left shoulder of the desolate tooth to the right flank.

Huofang screamed and fell to the ground, and before he could hit the ground, Gao Feng bounced up violently and kicked the desolate warrior's balls, listening to a subtle but clear crisp sound in the chaotic night, the desolate warrior leaned back sharply, looked at the night sky illuminated red by the flames, and slowly opened his big mouth, letting out a deafening miserable wail.

In the next second, the desolate warrior threw away the fanged knife, covered his crotch, tightly wrinkled his facial features into pickles, opened his mouth and hissed strangely, and suddenly woke up where he was, he brushed the ground and looked up, but saw his own fanged knife flashing .......

"Go on, you can't die in vain..." Gao Feng threw the fanged knife in his hand to Huoya and let out a loud shout, but picked up his saber.

"Dead..." The tossed head landed at the foot of Gao Feng blindly, but Gao Feng looked at the undulating belly of the fangs on the ground, and the blood continued to gush out from the wound that almost cut the fangs horizontally.

"I can still kill..." Seeing the dead human head, Huofang suddenly had strength, and with a grunt on the ground, he picked up the sand and wiped it on the wound, and after the sharp pain of baring his teeth, the blood flowing from the wound slowed down, and he picked up the fanged knife on the ground, and Huofang instinctively rushed to the catapult.

The pistol was stained with the blood of the desolate warriors, but Gao Feng almost died on it, and he raised his hand in hatred, ready to throw it, and then stopped the next moment, let out an angry roar, and rushed towards the desolate warriors who had already attacked the edge of the trebuchet.

Only one of the ten trebuchets was still throwing, and less than a third of the more than 100 people who had previously stormed the camp with the peak remained, and in the direction they were struggling to resist, there was ugly and twisted anger on the dense heads of countless desolate warriors.

It seems that all the desert warriors are concentrated on their side, and it may not be long before they will flood in and drown them all.

Gao Feng picked up a flaming wooden stick and ran wildly, intersecting with another desolate man who broke through the line, the dazzling torch smashed into the desolate man's face and shattered into scattered sparks, and the desolate man rose into the air and fell heavily to the ground, covering his cheeks and wailing and rolling.

The dark spear stabbed towards the peak like lightning of a predatory viper, and was swept away by the torch, which drew a flowing and undulating trajectory in mid-air, illuminating the distorted face in the darkness, and the next moment, the sharp serrated scimitar pierced the eye socket of the cold yīn. The serrated blade churned and pulled out, slicing half of the cheek.

Before the blood spurted out, the heart was kicked hard by the flying foot, and the upside-down desolate warrior knocked down a piece behind him, and the agile figure followed the shadow, followed the guy and pounced, scurrying in the crowd like a diamond butterfly, the knife danced quickly, and stabbed before the desolate warrior could react.

The saber's unique blood groove can easily tear and deform the wound, and the blood spurted out is like a high-pressure faucet splashing around, but the desolate man is not afraid of death, and he pounces even more frantically, swinging the weapon in his hand, and falling like a rain drop to the peak, and finally the peak is forced back, and at this time, even the last trebuchet is almost unable to keep it.

"I can't hold it anymore, let's escape..." Eighty percent of the casualties were lost, and all the fierce tribal warriors were killed, leaving only the young attendants and timid slaves, seeing that the endless desolate people were rushing towards them even more frantically, the strength in their bodies was gone, and they could no longer hold on, and they knew that if they could escape, they would definitely become tribal warriors, and there was no need to leave their lives here.

"Where to run, do you have water..." Gao Feng leaned on his shoulder against a desert warrior, casually stabbed the saber into the heart of another person, and before he could pull it out, the two fanged knives slashed down at him left and right, so that he had to let go of the spur and retreat, leaving only the torch that was about to be extinguished in his hand.

Gao Feng's rhetorical question made the rest of the people not know what to do.

"Hold on, the tribe will come and save us..." Gao Feng also felt exhausted, and he gasped violently and persevered, convincing them with his own reasons that he knew that Dao was impossible.

When he stretched out his bloody hands to pull up the rope again, he found that he couldn't pull it, only to realize that the people who assisted Cāo as a trebuchet had turned all his way to resist the desolate man.

"Prepare ......." The word escape was in Gao Feng's throat, and the only reason they stayed here was to give the large army a chance to fight for the chaos and desolation, and now the last trebuchet has been lost. There was no reason to stay here any longer, and maybe there would be no chance of retaking the tribe later, but they had done their best.

Huoya let out a terrible howl, and raised an incendiary bomb with both hands that had not yet been lit and smashed it towards the desolate man, he didn't want to escape, he wanted to kill a happy person, in his heart, all the desolate people here were accomplices who killed him.

The moment the fire flashed, and the incendiary bomb flew past the peak of the peak, it was ignited, and although it was not completely ignited, it caused chaos among the desolate people.

"Throw the fireball over ......." There are a lot of incendiary bombs prepared by the desolate people, but so far, there is not much left, and Gao Feng sees an opportunity, and unlike others, he just wants to delay for a while and fight for a chance to escape.

One by one, the flaming fireballs rolled out of the ground in the kicks and kicks at the feet of the people, and smashed into the middle of the desolate.