After Yin Kuang cut down one person again, he could hear the rumbling sound of rushing and the ghost screams of the sand bandits. The torrent-like charge directly smashed away the previous charge that was blocking in front of him, even if it was his own people, and he still crushed it. The only thing they have to do is charge, and charge again! And their target is the formation formed by Tang Rouyu, Bai Lu and others. After the sudden change in his face, Yin Kuang almost didn't think about it, so he threw away the enemy in front of him and wanted to turn back to rescue. But before he could take a few steps, a dark shadow stood in front of him. Where can Yin Kuang take care of the rest, and yelled, "Get out!" Then raise your knife and slash!

The two scimitars collided in the air, and then the Tatar who had blocked Yin Kuang was shaken back again and again by the force of the huge shock. Yin Kuang took a step back, then rushed forward again, and the scimitar in his hand slashed down diagonally, slashing at the Tatar's neck. The Tatar was inappropriate, and instead of retreating, he slammed into Yin Kuang, like a mad bull. "Damn. Get out of the way!! Yin Kuang withdrew the slash that was cut out, then jumped back lightly, jumped high, and then when the Tatar approached, the two knives crossed and cut, right on the Tatar's neck, and then turned over in the air, Yin Kuang jumped over the Tatar, fell to the ground, and almost rushed towards the camel cavalry.

The two sand bandits seemed to see Yin Kuang's intentions, and hurriedly screamed to target Yin Kuang's body, and rushed towards Yin Kuang, and the spear in his hand was pointed directly at Yin Kuang. Yin Kuang's face flashed with a hint of joy, "Someone sent a pillow when I was sleepy." It's you who are looking for death, and I am to blame. Just when the two spears pierced through his chest, Yin Kuang suddenly slipped to the ground, and his whole body slid forward on the sand, and then when the two spears grazed the top of his body, he reached out and held the two spears, and pulled them hard, not only snatching the two spears, but also tearing the two sand bandits off the camel.

With two spears in his hand, Yin Kuang turned over and stood up, roared, and threw a spear out. The spear carried 33 points of strength, and turned into a black line and flew towards the charging camel cavalry. Almost without stopping, Yin Kuang threw another spear out. Naturally, those two spears were not aimed at the camel, nor at the sand bandits on the camel's back, but at the camel's feet!

A spear flew between the legs of a camel on the edge, and the next moment the leg of a camel stumbled upon the spear, and the wooden spear broke at once, but at the same time, the camel's leg was crooked, and the camel fell to the ground. And as one camel fell to the ground, several camels next to it were also implicated and also flipped to the ground. At the same time, another spear flew in from another place, with the same effect. Suddenly, the camel sand bandits, who had been in a compact formation and charged in an orderly manner, turned up on their backs, not only were the formation scattered, but even the momentum of the forward rush was stagnant, and many sand bandits also died tragically under the iron hooves of the camels. For a while, the sand and dust were rolling, and the person was called Luo Ming.

However, the group of sand bandits was also a veteran, and they responded in time, and hurriedly drove the camels to disperse, so the number of dead and wounded was not very large. But even so, Yin Kuang's purpose has been achieved. The camel team dispersed, and in the melee, it was no longer possible to form a formation, let alone charge! With the strength of Tang Rouyu and others, it is not a problem at all to deal with a group of sand bandits who are like scattered sand. A crisis was easily destroyed by Yin Kuang with two spears.

The bald man on the high sand dunes looked kind, and the already dark bald head turned red when he boarded up. At this moment, he could no longer sit still! If he let that group continue, I'm afraid that the team he managed to pull up will be broken up again. Obviously, due to the sudden intervention of Yin Kuang and others, and the strong strength to face the sand bandits, the originally vigorous and arrogant sand bandits have gradually weakened. The bald man could even imagine that in places where he couldn't see, there were already some sand bandits who saw that the situation was bad and began to run away. Although the sand bandits are all outlaws and regard money as their lives, it does not mean that they are stupid enough to send them to death. A leader who cannot bring them wealth, they will never obey. The leader of the sand bandits in the desert knew this very well. So, he knew he had to do something to boost morale. For example, kill that group of teenagers who ran out of nowhere!

"Bump into Grandpa's head, and Grandpa will sacrifice this mace with your blood! Give it all to me - to die! The bald man opened his mouth wide and shouted to the sky, and the huge sound even covered the entire chaotic battlefield, attracting everyone's attention. Then, with a sudden pull on the reins, he clamped the camel's back, and the camel screamed in pain, spread its hooves, and rushed down the sand dune—the first target was Yin Kuang!

Yin Kuang, who had cut down two more sand bandits, was inexplicably heartbroken, and when he looked up, he saw a strong man as strong as a bear driving a camel more than three meters high, rolling up a piece of sand and dust, and rushing towards this side. Even if he was still in the distance, Yin Kuang had already felt a sense of oppression that made him breathless, and he was pushing towards this side like a tsunami. And he has become a flat boat in the stormy waves.

Have you ever beaten it? Yin Kuang asked himself. However, if you can't beat it, so what!? Yin Kuang clenched the scimitar in his hand tightly, on his arm, the green tendons on his forehead protruded, and his eyes gradually turned red, "It's up to you?" It's also worthy of being compared to my grandfather!! Yin Kuang gritted his teeth tightly, and the corners of his mouth sneered. Then, he threw the scimitar in his right hand at the bald man who was rushing towards him with all his strength. It's not that Yin Kuang thinks he has too many weapons, so he throws his weapons at the enemy again and again. Actually, it's a temptation. Yin Kuang knew that his ability to fight from afar was insufficient, and the only thing he could rely on was hand-to-hand combat. Therefore, when fighting in close combat, he must first have a general understanding of the enemy's strength. And throwing a weapon with all your strength is the best temptation. One can test the opponent's strength, and the other can test the opponent's speed, perception, and so on. With Yin Kuang's analytical ability, he can guess the general information of the opponent in almost the shortest time, and then take corresponding countermeasures.

Just like now, the bald man swung his mace and smashed the scimitar that Yin Kuang threw with all his might, and at this moment, Yin Kuang had already used G vision to catch the energy flow in the man's body, and finally he came to a conclusion: strength is good at, defense is good at, agility is weak, dexterity is insufficient, and perception is inferior. As for the specific value, Yin Kuang did not have the ability to scout the opponent's attributes, so he could only guess. In terms of strength alone, he is at least more than half of himself, that is, close to more than 50 points.

"Since you don't have enough speed, I'll use your speed to pester!" Looking at the bald man who was getting closer and closer to him, Yin Kuang's face sank like water.

As for the others, when the bandits saw that the leader had made a move, their morale, which was already low, was immediately high. Obviously, they are still very confident in the strength of their leader. But the faces of the people in the 1237 class changed suddenly. They couldn't see that if they were fighting alone, Yin Kuang was not the opponent of the sand bandit leader at all. Li Shuangmu wanted to rush to help, but he was entangled by a group of sand bandits who were rekindling their fighting spirit, surrounded by three layers inside and out, and after a little distraction, he was slashed by a random knife, forcing Li Shuangmu to retract his mind, and used a clever body to dodge the chaotic knives that seemed to him one after another, and while dancing the rusty sword in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, "Yin Kuang, this time you can only look at yourself." As for the other side, hidden in the sand curtain, Wang Ning wiped the throat of a sand bandit from behind, glanced at Yin Kuang's side, pouted, and did not mean to help at all.

On the other side, Tang Rouyu, Bai Lu and others were surrounded by a group of sand bandits. This group of sand bandits was the same team that was broken up by Yin Kuang's two spears before. They lost the advantage of rushing, but they still had the advantage of numbers. So after the reorganization, they vented their anger on Tang Rouyu and others, forming a larger circle outside the formation of Tang Rouyu and others, firmly locking Tang Rouyu and others in it, and there were constantly scattered sand bandits gathering over, forcing Tang Rouyu and others' formation to shrink little by little. Therefore, like Li Shuangmu, they have the heart to save, but they are powerless to save.

Only, Qian Qianqian, who was already pale because she had consumed too much mana, bit her lower lip tightly, and the staff of holy light in her hand took a circle on her full chest, and then as Qian Qianqian muttered in a low voice, a ball of light shot out quickly, through the heavy sand, and finally sank into Yin Kuang's body. After all this last night, Qian Qianqian suddenly crooked her feet, and her body went to sumo. If it weren't for Tang Rouyu on the side who hurriedly supported her, I was afraid that she would have collapsed to the ground.

"Qianqian, you can rest for a while." Tang Rouyu said: "Alas, this time, I can only rely on Yin Kuang himself. Qian Qianqian took a few breaths, her face was a little ruddy, and said, "I believe that he will be fine......

Tang Rouyu said lightly: "Hmm." We're going to have to cheer up, too. ”

As for Yin Kuang, when Qian Qianqian shot out the ball of light and submerged into his body, he received a prompt, "Your hidden attribute fortune is temporarily +6." ”

"Huh?" Yin Kuang raised his eyebrows inexplicably, needless to say, this is Qian Qianqian's masterpiece again, but the question is, "Why is it +6 this time?" Isn't it +5? This guy, her hidden skills are really weird...... However, what's the use of giving me luck in battle? With a wry smile, Yin Kuang gathered his mind, squinted his eyes, and then kicked his feet, ran with all his strength, and rushed towards the bald man who roared wildly!

"Since there is no one to help, I will rely on myself to kill you with my own hands!" The thought flashed, and driven by a strong will, his speed increased again.

"Humph! Bite off more than one can chew. The bald man laughed, "Look at the fight!" A mace full of iron thorns smashed down towards Yin Kuang with a sharp whistling sound. Don't say that if you hit it directly, it is rubbing, next to it, and it is also the end of serious injury. Therefore, Yin Kuang did not resist hard, and rolled with the trend, and cut the camel's foot with a knife. This time, however, he failed. The bald man turned around and smashed the mace. This smash, if it doesn't hit Yin Kuang, it will hit his mount. That can only be said that this bald man is ruthless enough. In order to kill the enemy, even your own mount can be sacrificed. Yin Kuang saw that it was not feasible, so he hurriedly rolled to the side.

Sure enough, the mace struck his own mount, and the camel let out a wail, snapping its leg bone and falling to the ground. And the bald man had already jumped to the ground. As soon as the mace in his hand turned, he smashed down towards Yin Kuang. Yin Kuang wanted to roll over again to dodge, it was too late, he had no choice but to mobilize all his strength and raise the scimitar in his hand to block.

Yin Kuang's broken hair was blown away by the strong wind brought by the smashed mace.

"If you can't stop it, I'm afraid that this life will be ......" Yin Kuang clenched his teeth, and the flames in his amber eyes burned brightly. The sunlight refracted by the scimitar reflected his eyes brighter and brighter.

"Yin Kuang!!" The rest of the 1237 class all changed color, which was Wang Ningdu's inexplicable sigh......

However, just as the mace was about to hit Yin Kuang, a tornado-like sound of "buzzing and buzzing" sounded in the chaotic battle circle, attracting everyone's attention. When everyone looked over, they saw a huge light wheel flying out of the dust, splitting a deep sand trench on the ground, and flying straight in the direction of Yin Kuang and the bald man!

When-

The sound of metal striking resounded throughout the audience.

Hoohoohoo - bang!!

The mace flew high and smashed into the sand.

And beside Yin Kuang, a green dragon glaive knife, the handle of the knife is inserted into the ground, proud and independent, and the red spikes on the glaive knife flutter in the wind......