A blazing afternoon.

The vast expanse of steaming steamers in the eastern desert of Egypt.

In a dark place under a sand dune, there was suddenly a figure of Fang Di.

At this time, it has been nearly a whole day since he left the pyramid construction site, and the pursuers behind him have persevered, and there have been several brief confrontations between the two sides chasing and fleeing, all of which have been occupied by Fang Di relying on his excellent skills and uncertain flexible movements, but the pursuers have suffered heavy losses.

Of course, Fang Di was not unscathed, and another arrow wound was added to his shoulder blade, and the shaft of the arrow had not yet been pulled out, which shows how hard and tense the pursuit and escape battle had been during this time.

Moreover, although Fang Di successfully avoided the opponent's interception several times, he was never able to completely shake off the pursuers.

The reaction of the pursuers was even more unexpected, and at this time, the ranks of soldiers chasing after him were coming from all directions, more and more, and they had already faintly formed a circle around each other, and the situation was extremely bad.

With a slight sound, Fang Di quickly pulled out the arrow shaft on his shoulder with his backhand, fortunately, it was only a skin injury, and the arrow shaft was resisted by the spiritual force circulating in his body when it entered the flesh, and the injury was not deep, and it did not delay the combat power.

The next moment, a layer of black qi filled his wound, and the blood that was oozing out immediately stopped.

Fang Di threw away the arrow shaft casually, sat on the spot, and seized the time to close his eyes to recuperate and recover his body.

The surroundings are quiet.

Half an hour later, Fang Di suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and his decadent color was swept away, and he said to himself: "I am not as familiar with the terrain as the other party, and I am not as powerful as the other party, only to win by surprise and maintain flexibility is the best policy." ”

As he thought about whispering, his figure disappeared silently from under the dunes.

After Fang Di left, there was less time for the tea cup, and where he landed before, there was an extra team of pursuers.

The pursuers were dressed in different attire, not from the uniform attire of the Egyptian army, but only five of them, all of whom were imposing and rare masters.

The first of them was a middle-aged man.

The most intimidating thing about this life's cheeks is thin and fleshless, the nose bone is slightly curved, like an eagle's hook, and the most intimidating thing is his eyes, in which the whites of the eyes are obviously too proportioned, so that there are few black pupils, and the essence is gathered into a little, and there is an indescribable gloomy feeling.

From the awe-inspiring eyes of several people around him, it can be seen that this person must be a terrifying and terrifying person.

In fact, this middle-aged man was one of the most famous masters under the command of Maureus, not only proficient in ancient witchcraft, but also the best at tracking, and his name came from his mad eyes, and he was called a ghost.

At this time, his strange eyes were as bright as torches, and he carefully checked the location where Fang Di had existed before, his nose fluttered, like a hunting dog, and after a while, he sneered:

"This son has some brains, knowing that we have hidden into a circle, unexpectedly changed the direction of the way, and turned diagonally to turn back and go back, although this move is surprising, but how can it hide from my eyes, hehe!"

Before he could speak, he didn't say a word, his figure had already soared out like a sharp arrow, and in the blink of an eye, it was a few feet away, and it disappeared after a few flashes.

The others hurriedly followed.

This action is really extraordinary, and all of them are extraordinary.

Fang Di was indeed as the ghost said, turning back and walking, his body in the desert under the sun, as fast as a galloping horse, but he fell silently, looking very erratic.

The yellow sand stretches like the sea, and only at intervals of several zhang can you see the light footprints he left. And this mark will not take long to be wiped out by the wind and sand, which shows how difficult it is to track Fang Di.

But on the other hand, only from the words that Fang Di's whereabouts were seen by ghosts, it should be seen that the tracking and judgment of his person is as accurate as the eye.

However, even though the ghost eye was highly accomplished in tracking, he still underestimated the thoroughness of Fang Di's thinking and the sensitivity of his senses.

After running for the whole hour, Fang Di faintly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that someone was chasing behind him, he thought about it for a while, and suddenly converged the pores around his body, not even a trace of breath leaked, and carefully returned along the same road, and actually walked back again.

In this way, the direction of Fang Di changed again, and he turned to move towards the west.

If he followed this direction, Fang Di would eventually return to the banks of the Nile, and that was also the direction where the chasing troops were coming in batches, the most dense direction, no one would have imagined that Fang Di would be so bold as to change downwards repeatedly, and finally chose the direction with the most chasing troops to go head-on.

After changing direction so repeatedly, after setting up a suspicious formation, Fang Di really felt that the feeling of being followed behind him disappeared, and he temporarily got rid of the enemy.

After walking westward for more than half an hour, the sun was setting in the sky, and it was already dusk.

Fang Di suddenly realized that he was lying on the back of a sand dune carefully, and looked behind the sand dune, and there was a chasing team that happened to pass by a hundred zhang away.

The team numbered more than three hundred, was well-equipped, and it was the Chinese army team of the commander responsible for the command and dispatch of the many teams in the search for Fang Di.

According to the strength of this team, even if Fang Di is twice as strong as he is now, it will not be enough to shake its sharpness head-on.

But when this team passed, Fang Di chose to hang behind it.

Because he saw Sach in the middle of the line.

A few days ago, it was precisely because of Sakh acting as an inner ghost that he put Maurius into the camp of the Hyksos at night, which not only caused Fang Di to leave Egypt ahead of schedule, but also caused the death of Nase and others at the hands of Maurius.

I can't talk about revenge or resentment, but since I saw it, Fang Di was not ready to let it go.

Night fell quickly.

The team in front found a low, leeward location and set up camp to rest.

After arranging the defense personnel, the whole team silently and orderly ate the dried meat they carried with them, and then either rested or stayed on duty at night, and the whole process was not chaotic, and it was indeed a rare elite force.

In the central tabernacle, Sakh, who had a good eye and a good body, did not rest after a whole day of marching, and recruited his generals for a short meeting before ordering everyone to return to the camp to rest, and set off near dawn.

Saihe himself is also a good master of cultivation, and after he went down, he did not fall asleep, just sat on the ground, began to operate the breath in his body, and soon entered a silent state of cultivation.

It wasn't until more than half an hour later that Sach suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of alarm rose in his heart.

He asked in a deep voice, "Is there anything unusual out there?"

The familiar voice of the pro-soldier sounded, and he responded succinctly and decisively: "There is nothing abnormal. ”

Saihe shook his head when he heard this, and laughed at himself with a wry smile: "I can't imagine that a little runaway priest will let me pursue it without a trace for days, so uneasy!"

Just when he relaxed a little and his voice fell, a sudden change occurred.

Under the ground behind him, the sand waves swept up, like a sand spring suddenly erupting in the ground, and a figure merged in the yellow sand, brazenly piercing out, and his hands were like heavy hammers, slamming down from the left and right, and hitting the temples on both sides of Saihe from behind.

Saihe has been in the army for many years, has experienced many battles, and his reaction is far beyond ordinary people, and at the moment of sudden shock, he screamed and responded quickly.

This change was so strange and abrupt, and he was able to get close to the position behind him, and he didn't notice it, which made Sach know that the attacker's skills must be extremely strong.

Therefore, in a short period of time, Saich was already cold in his heart, and realized that he would never be able to dodge the sniper attack that the opponent was accumulating, so he did not barely dodge, but kept his sitting position unchanged, and swung his backhand punch at the attacker.

Saihe chose this way, and there was no way out, I just hoped that the attacker would not want to lose both with him, and if he dodged a little, he still had a chance of life.

But what made Saihe desperate was that the attacker behind him did not hesitate to dodge, but actually fought in the lower abdomen with a hastily returned punch from Saihe, and two hammer-like fists, with incomparable force, hit Saihe's head together.

'Poof!'

Saich and the attacker behind him were attacked at the same time, but the difference was that Saich was hit in the head with two punches, and he was instantly banned from life and died. After the attacker in the rear was hit, his body was unstable and he finally spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the soldiers outside the tent hurriedly opened the tent and entered, which shows how quickly things happened in the previous moment, and life and death changed their minds.

The attacker was none other than Fang Di, who used his ability to separate the sand and soil to move carefully underground, and it took him all hours to sneak into the Saihe tent, and he did it with one blow.

At this time, he didn't stay, his whole body was full of spiritual power, and he rose up, and the four pro-soldiers who came in outside the tent felt that it was dark in front of them, and they had already been shot by Fang Di's lightning and knocked down one after another.

Then Fang Di repeated his old tricks, tore open the corner of the tent, and made the illusion of escaping, but in fact he was in the tent, once again distributed the long yellow sand, hid underground, disappeared without a trace, and the gods and ghosts were difficult to find.