In the darkness of the night, a group of more than twenty people, each standing on the back of a long earthy yellow two-tailed scorpion, quickly approached the camp of the nightkin who were camped and rested, and the speed was extremely fast but silent, killing people.

A little behind the twin-tailed scorpion team, on a towering mound, stood two old men, none other than the leaders of the great forces in the border areas of the Five Directions and the Shadows, 'Robber' Boya and 'Walking Beast' Yan Jiu.

The two stood side by side, looking at the twin-tailed scorpion in the distance.

Boya said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that in the Shadow Border Region, the famous Sand Scorpion Tribe was originally controlled by you behind your back. ”

Yan Jiu said calmly: "Originally, it was not my turn to use the hidden method of sand scorpion warriors for a team of this level to attack the Nightcrawler, but if I need to cooperate with your bandit forces in the future, I will always take the opportunity to show my strength." ”

He added: "Besides, since it is the Nightcrawler and I am not ready to kill them, when there is a goodbye in the future, I will naturally use some invisible forces, otherwise it will be revealed that I am behind this kind of attack on the junior, which is not very glorious." ”

Yan Jiu turned his gaze to Boya's face: "If it weren't for your Boya proximity and proposal this time, I would never do this kind of thing to attack juniors, after all, I had a lifelong friendship with Jiu Mulian's grandfather, and when we crossed the border together, her grandfather saved my life." ”

Boyapi said with a smile: "What kind of friendship do we have in the border smuggling business? Only interests come first, and if you and I cooperate, we will have the ability to unify the border smuggling line. ”

Yan Jiu smiled and nodded slowly. Xu Xu said:

"You're right, but I'm still a little confused, it's good that we work together, but why do you have a condition to set up a plot here to attack the Nightcrawler?"

Boya explained simply, "Our bandit forces have been in a hurry to expand recently, and after this attack on the Nightcrawlers, Luck has his own way of convincing the father and daughter of Jiu Mulian to join my command. Why wouldn't I be happy to merge a medium-sized force like the Nightcrawler?Besides, I value the talent of this son very much, and he has the ability to strategize, since he is bent on obtaining the Nine Mulian, I don't have to spend much effort to make a young person with endless potential in the future work for me, isn't this a good deal?"

Boya then asked rhetorically, "This operation is to kill half of the Nightcrawlers, but not to hurt their bones, and the most important thing is to leave no heads." Isn't it obtrusive that you, the sand scorpion tribe, attacked the Nightkin for no apparent reason? Wouldn't it be easy for people to think deeply afterwards, and even think that someone deliberately laid it out, I don't want to let Jiu Mulian's father and daughter figure out the truth after merging the Nightkin and feel estranged. ”

Yan Jiu smiled and said conceitedly: "Before the Nightkin arrived in Jade City, I had already let the people of the Sand Scorpion Tribe. I confronted them in the desert, which was the foreshadowing of today's conflict. At this point, the Nightkin was suddenly attacked. When I saw that it was the Sand Scorpion Tribe, I would only think that it was the Sand Scorpion Tribe who was not angry in my heart after the last confrontation and chased after it to find trouble, so when I said it abruptly, I naturally would not think that we were calculating behind our backs. ”

Boya nodded. No more talking. At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance, quickly approaching.

It was indeed Luck who had sneaked over from the Nightkin camp.

Luck obviously knew about tonight's actions, and there was calm near the back, so he saluted the two first. Then he stood beside Boya and said to Yan Jiu: "This kind of trivial matter. I also want to trouble Yan Lao to come over in person, and Luck is grateful. I wonder how many people Elder Yan sent to attack the Nightcrawler?"

Yan Jiu said lightly: "The elite warrior of the Twenty Sand Scorpion Tribe, a Sand Scorpion Great Witch. ”

Le Ke frowned slightly, Yan Jiu seemed to know what he was thinking: "Don't worry, although there are not many people in the twenty people, they are the elite of the Sand Scorpion Division, and the chief warrior among them, the strength is by no means much below your Leke, and he is also a fourth-order master, and then there are the Sand Scorpion Great Wizards in their clan, and the ability to drive the scorpion tide is enough to be a hundred." In my estimation, twenty sand scorpion warriors don't even need to make a move, just the sand scorpion wizard drives the scorpions to secretly attack the camp to end the battle. ”

Luck was relieved: "I see, I have long heard of the combat effectiveness of the sand scorpion tribe, especially the sand scorpion wizard, who is said to be a scorpion nest with his own body, and has the strange magic power of turning into a scorpion with blood, it seems that tonight is indeed foolproof." ”

Yan Lao was a little complacent, and bowed his head slightly.

The three of them fell silent, waiting for the show to begin.

At this time, the more than 20 sand scorpion tribes had approached hundreds of feet away from the nightkin camp, and one of them waved his hand with a four-tailed sand scorpion tattooed on his face. The whole team stopped in unison, and the old man leaned over and grabbed a handful of yellow sand, and the incantation in his mouth continued.

Then a handful of yellow sand in the old man's hand, a trick of change, was actually undulating in the sand, crawling out one after another palm-sized hideous sand scorpions, two tail hooks high, one after another under the sand, diving in the direction of the nightkin camp.

At the same moment, in a tent in the Nightkin rest area, a book of summoning appeared in Fang Di's hand.

"It's been a long time since I've used the Summoning Technique of the Underworld, I don't know how powerful the Fourth-Order Summoning Technique is? Well, it looks like I'm going to be very busy tonight. There are quite a few things. ”

Fang Di smiled and pursed his lips, and a low summoning spell sounded from inside the tent.

A moment later, in the Book of Summoning in his hand, the underworld qi swirled like a tide, turning into a dark passage, and one after another underworld creatures poured out of the passage in the book, like mercury pouring out of the ground, from the underworld to Fang Di's eyes.

Fang Di's summoning this time obviously gave up the powerful individual summoning and instead made up for it with quantity, so the individual strength of the underworld species that appeared in the summoning book was not strong, but the number was as large as an ant colony.

These murderous creatures of the underworld that poured out of the book of summoning also quickly burrowed into the desert land below, and disappeared completely at the sound of the ropes.

Soon after, in one of the tents where the Nightkin was encamped, a unique battle began.

But seeing the yellow sand bulging on the ground, a palm-sized two-tailed sand scorpion first broke through the ground, a pair of large claws waving, and was about to sting into the tent to sit cross-legged and close his eyes, falling into a deep cultivation, dazed and unaware of the danger coming.

However, change happened in the next moment.

Under the sand beside the two-tailed sand scorpion. Suddenly, another scorpion came out, also the size of a palm, but the body was black, the image was extremely hideous, and there were four pincers in total.

The twin-tailed sand scorpion suddenly encountered a natural enemy, and immediately gave up attacking the cultivator in front of him. The two tail hooks are held high, demonstrating against the 'dark-skinned' counterparts that appear.

It's a pity that the black scorpion that appeared after that was very vicious, didn't care about the demonstrations of the same kind, and pounced on it as soon as it appeared.

Click!

The battle between the two scorpions is simple and direct, but it is extremely bloody, there is no temptation or turning around to avoid, as soon as they come into contact, it is a death match, and the claws are tightly clamped together, wrestling with each other.

There was a click.

Both scorpions were seriously injured. The earthy yellow two-tailed scorpion was broken by the big claw of the ink scorpion, and its head was cut off, and it died tragically in an instant. And the back of the ink-colored scorpion was also hit by the two-tailed scorpion, which pierced through the hard carapace and flowed black blood.

However, the scorpion's vitality is very tenacious, and after killing the opponent, it did not die. Instead, he devoured his opponent's corpse and ate it crunchyly. After devouring the opponent, the wound on the scorpion's back healed miraculously.

Suddenly, the little scorpion flaunted its might, held four big hoots, and retreated into the soil again, looking for the next opponent.

The same scene. It also happened in and around the other Nightkin tents, mostly with the scorpions winning, and a few falling together, and the battle was silent and fierce.

The scorpion fights, without running and retreating. Life or death, wonderful, gunsmoke.

Hundreds of feet outside the battlefield, on the top of a sand dune, the warriors of the sand scorpion tribe who came to attack the camp gathered together.

In the center of the crowd, the old man with a four-tailed sand scorpion pattern tattooed on his face, wearing a linen shirt, his face became very sad, and every time a sand scorpion he released was devoured by a demon scorpion, the corner of the old man's mouth would overflow with a wisp of blood. At this time, all the sand scorpions he summoned were slaughtered, and the old man's body was shaky, and he said in despair: "These xenomorph scorpions that emerged from there, I have never seen a scorpion born with four natural scorpions, and they actually ate all the sand curse war scorpions I cultivated. ”

Beside the old man, on a sturdy sand scorpion with a double-tailed hook showing blood red and dark blue respectively, the leader of the sand scorpion department, the warrior, said, "Wait for me to kill it and see who is doing the ghost." At that time, the person will be torn in half and fed to the scorpion. ”

The leader of the warriors finished speaking, and snorted fiercely.

Nearly twenty elite warriors of the Sand Scorpion Clan around responded in unison, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

The scorpions moved in unison, and were about to swoop towards the place where the Nightkin had set up camp, when suddenly a voice sounded out of thin air: "You don't have to go. ”

I only heard the sound and didn't see the person, but as the sound fell, the surrounding sand and sea changed. In an instant, it was like the world was turned upside down, and the vast yellow sand surged like a sea tide, and the sand waves were undulating.

With a bang, a huge scorpion with a flowing ink light around it broke through the sand from the ground. In an instant, the yellow sand under the ink scorpion churned endlessly, turning into a sand tide, holding the ink scorpion on the top of the sand wave, looking down on everyone.

This scorpion, standing on top of the sand waves, is like a fierce demon in the sky, with inky eyes, staring at the people of the sand scorpion tribe, cold and ruthless.

Suddenly, the sand tide collapsed, and the yellow sand flew all over the sky, like a sand rain that swept the world, which was a spectacle.

"Boom!"

The ink-colored scorpion and the sand scorpion of the chief warrior of the sand scorpion tribe collided together, and the pincers smashed each other, like a giant hammer bombarding each other, banging loudly, shaking the four fields, and it could be heard far and near.

At the same moment, under the surrounding yellow sand, one after another demon scorpions broke through the ground, of different sizes, waved their pincers, and attacked the twenty warriors of the sand scorpion tribe one after another.

The fight of the scorpions became more and more tragic.

At this time, Yan Jiu and Boya, as well as Luck and the three of them in the distance, also found that the situation was wrong.

"How can there be such a big movement?"

"Before we got to the location where the Nightkin was encamped, it seems that the warriors of the Sand Scorpion tribe have encountered resistance?"

Boya and Yan Jiu, both old foxes, squinted their eyes at the sea of sand flying in the distance, realizing that something had changed.

Luck spoke: "I can guarantee that it is not the people of the Nightkin who are stopping the sand scorpion tribe, when they set up camp before, they had no other protective measures except the necessary guards, and I know the location of every defense. ”

Boya and Yan Jiu glanced at each other, and shouted at the same time, "Someone." ”

There was no response from the surroundings, there was silence, and the hearts of the two sank, and they shouted again: "Someone." ”

This time their voices fell, and they finally had an echo, only to hear a voice calmly answered: "Don't shout, there are a total of eight guards on the two of you on the surface, plus you are secretly guarding against each other, just in case, the three or four guards you each brought are already dead." ”

As the voice sounded, in the void in front of the three of Lek, an inky armor appeared.

There was no one in the armor, only an endless aura of darkness, as if it had been worn by a ghost, which was extremely terrifying.

On one shoulder of the armor, there was a black cat squatting with its tongue licking its paws, glancing lazily at the three of them, and a pair of beautiful and deep big eyes were full of mockery.

Luck here originally heard the words sounding in the void, and his face was showing a thoughtful look, but when he saw this armor appear, his color suddenly changed.

He had a deep memory of this armor, when he was fighting for the colorful dragon eggs in the Demon Jungle, it was this armor that appeared, killing two fifth-order demon lizards with one sword.

Luck recalled afterwards that he always felt that with the strange power of this armor, he was afraid that he had surpassed the fifth-order level, and it was probably a supernatural thing that was refined by a certain sixth-order powerhouse, otherwise he would be able to easily kill the fifth-order demon lizard.

Seeing this armor appear again at this moment, Luck was terrified.

Boya beside him is a person who has been in danger for a long time, and he is not surprised when things change.

Boya himself is a great master of the fifth-order initial product, his strength is strong, and there are few enemies in the entire border, so when this armor appeared, Boya laughed fiercely, not afraid at all, and said contemptuously: "Pretend to be a god and make a ghost, and look for death." After that, he made a brazen move.

Boya held it with one hand, and the sand on the ground flowed like a river, and it rose from the ground in a whirlwind, turning into an earthy yellow python, and struck towards the armor.

Boom!

At this moment, between the heavens and the earth, a faint whisper sounded, like the sound of a sword, shaking for hundreds of miles.

A magic knife erupted from the armor's right arm, and with a wave of the volley, the blade shadow broke through the air. At this moment, even the bright moon in the sky seemed to be split in half by this knife. A knife out, the world is discolored.

A mysterious and mysterious blade arc, the trajectory is like a wild imagination, I don't know where it starts, I don't know where it ends, and it passes through thin air.

The color of all things seems to have been robbed by this sword.

In the next moment, the yellow sand python that Boya hit hit inexplicably collapsed and disappeared, as if it had been directly cut into nothingness by the unparalleled sword qi, and there was nothing left.

Then the heavens and the earth returned to silence, the blade was stained with blood, Boya broke his arm, blood was spilled, and his expression was shocked.

One of his arms was held to the paw by the black cat on the left shoulder of the armor, making it impossible to tell if the black cat had torn off Boya's arm for a split second, or if he had his arm cut off by a blade.

Luck, who was watching from the sidelines, stared at the armor and said in shock, "Who are you?"

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