"As long as you leave this woman as a lady, I will let you and your gang go. Ma Long looked at Li Yueying, with a squinting expression on his face, and said with a smile: "One person for a group of you, this deal is very cost-effective." ”

"It's just wishful thinking that a sand bandit dares to speak wildly, and he still wants to keep the county lord. This time, without waiting for the old man to reply, Li Yueying couldn't help but reprimand angrily.

There was a hint of annoyance between her eyebrows, obviously Marlon had made her angry just now.

Thinking of her as the lord of a country, this thief actually wants to treat her as a wife, so that she can not be angry.

"Not quite right!" Mo Yuntian frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

This Malone behaved like a womanizer, but the eyes he looked at the county lord were extremely clear, and there was no obscenity.

But he asked the county lord to stay, why is this?

He observed this group of sand bandits just now, and found that although the other party was numerous, most of them were low-level martial artists, and their strength was not very strong.

If they really fight, as long as their group of warriors work together, this group of sand bandits is not an opponent at all.

It's this Ma Long, he can't see through it, he doesn't know how strong it is, it seems that he has to be more wary of this person.

Ma Long's eyes swept over the people present, and said with a murderous awe: "You have thought clearly, if you hand over this woman, you can live, otherwise there is only one way to die." ”

When Mo Yuntian heard this, he chuckled in his heart, and finally understood the intention of the leader of the sand bandits.

This Ma Long wants to incite the warriors and divide their team, and his intentions are really sinister.

Sure enough, as soon as the sofa leader's words came out, there was a commotion among the warriors, and there were obviously many people who were tempted.

"Hmph, this thief wants to provoke us, you can't even see this simple trick!" At this moment, Rob, who had been silent on the road, said: "The other party wants us to lose both, so that we can reap the benefits of the fisherman." ”

"What a despicable sand bandit......" The warriors who were originally a little shaken all looked at Ma Long with anger on their faces when they heard this.

They weren't stunned, they were just temporarily confused by each other's words just now, but now they were reminded by Rob, and they all suddenly realized.

If you want to hand over the county lord, you must first pass the level of guarding and the old man, not to mention the strength of the old man, even if Li Yueying can be captured, they will definitely pay a heavy price.

At that time, their power will be greatly lost, do they still expect this group of sand bandits to keep their promises!

"Hey, hey!"

Ma Long was not angry when he saw that the warrior saw through his means, but said with some regret: "Originally, I wanted to give you a way to live, but since you are looking for death by yourself, then I can't blame me." ”

"It's a joke that you rabble want to kill us too. ”

"It's true that when we're vegetarians, we can't make it. ”

"It's a big deal to fight with these sand bandits, even if you die, you have to pull down a few pads. ”

All the warriors were also bloody people, and Ma Long's arrogant words and insidious tricks had angered them before.

Since they knew that they couldn't be good, they naturally wouldn't be polite, they drew their weapons one by one, and as long as the county lord gave an order, they would kill them.

"Humph!"

"Just with your group of eighth-layer and ninth-level martial artists, you dare to speak generously and kill you like a chicken and a dog, without much effort. Ma Long sneered, his words were full of disdain, and he looked at the eyes of the warriors, as if he was looking at a dead man.

When Mo Yuntian heard the words of the leader of the sand bandits, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

He was not frightened by the other party's words, but the sentence, "Eight layers of training, nine layers".

In the black prison, he heard Elder Li say that immortal cultivators think very highly of themselves, look down on mortal martial artists, and call acquired martial artists by several levels of physical training.

"Could it be that this Ma Long is an immortal cultivator!" Thinking of this possibility, Mo Yuntian's face was a little difficult to look at.

In their team, only the old man has innate cultivation, which is equivalent to the strength of an immortal cultivator, and can fight against this Ma Long.

However, if the realm of martial artists and immortal cultivators is not much different, it must be the martial artist who dies in the end.

After all, the immortal methods are not comparable to those of martial artists.

"It seems that the time has come to find an opportunity to rush out. Mo Yuntian silently made a choice in his heart, but he also had to act at the opportunity to see if Elder Zheng could resist the other party.

When the old man heard this, his face also changed slightly, and obviously like Mo Yuntian, he guessed Ma Long's identity.

He snorted coldly, took a step forward, and a murderous aura erupted from his body in vain, and his originally rickety body stood up, and his eyes flashed.

Some of the weak sand bandits were frightened off their horses by this murderous aura, and these horses also became irritable and were frightened and scurried around.

Even Ma Long's strange black horse, the horse's hooves were trampling around, looking panicked.

For a time, the scene of these sand bandits composed of hundreds of people was chaotic.

"Let's kill it together!"

"Kill ......"

The old man's hand made a lot of martial artists feel strong, and they all saw the hope of rushing out.

Mo Yuntian was also shocked in his heart, he didn't expect the strength that the old man showed at this moment was so strong, and he hadn't shown it before.

However, the stronger the old man's strength, the greater the certainty of dealing with Ma Long, for Mo Yuntian, I wish the old man could kill Ma Long in one blow.

"Look for death!"

Ma Long scolded angrily in his heart, looking at the many oncoming warriors, there was no panic in his eyes, but a fierce look.

Without looking back, he shouted to the sand bandits behind him: "Dismount me and meet the enemy." ”

"Thief, take your life!" At this moment, two bursts of shouts rang in Ma Long's ears at the same time, causing his ears to buzz.

I saw two warriors rushing towards the front of the team, only a foot away from Ma Long at this time.

The two cooperated tacitly, and with one left and one right, they waved the big knife in their hands and rushed towards the leader of the sand bandits.

"Whew!"

Two cold rays flashed, one in front of the other, and slashed at Ma Long's head and waist respectively.

As long as there is a slash, the opponent will definitely die.

Seeing this, Ma Long's complexion changed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a sneer.

I saw him shake his right hand, and without hesitation, he slapped it on his chest, followed by the words in his mouth.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed around Ma Long's body, and a circular shield emerged.

This strange scene naturally shocked the two martial artists, but the offensive in their hands did not pause in the slightest, but became a little more violent, and the cold light hit the golden shield fiercely.

"Bell!" two metal strikes sounded.

The two warriors were so shocked that they couldn't hold the big knife in their hands, and they flew out of their hands.

Without waiting for the two of them to react, Ma Long had words in his mouth, flipped his right hand, and a black iron fork appeared in his hand, throwing it into the air, and the iron fork was strangely suspended in the void, emitting bursts of black light.

With a finger of his right hand, a white light shot out, striking at the iron fork, and then slashing at the void of the two warriors.

The black iron fork let out a humming sound, and the light flashed, turning into a black light, flying towards the two warriors, piercing their bodies at once.

"Poof!

Before the two warriors could react, they only felt that their eyes were dark, and blood spurted out of their mouths, and they died in the end.

Everything just now was done in a flash of light, just a few momentary things.

In such a short period of time, two martial artists have already died, which makes the rest of the martial artists a little creepy.

Mo Yuntian's eyes showed a look of horror, and his face became more and more difficult to look at.

He didn't know much about the attack methods of immortal cultivators.

The last time he fought against Lian Baiming, the other party used a jade talisman, which almost killed him.

But now, this sand bandit leader is obviously not a talisman, but more like a "weapon" used by immortal cultivators, just by looking at his appearance, he knows that he is more powerful than Lian Baiming's jade talisman.

"This Ma Long's cultivation is obviously higher than the original Lian Baiming, if no one stops him, I'm afraid he alone can kill all of us!" Seeing that the other party was so strong, Mo Yuntian secretly complained in his heart.

This is not the result he wants to see, even if the old man fights with the other party, he doesn't know if he can contain him.

Ma Long struck a successful blow, with a smug smile on his face, and as soon as the magic in his hand changed, he inspired the black iron fork to kill the rest of the martial artists again.

"Thief, you dare!" the old man couldn't help but shout angrily when he saw this scene.

He stepped out one after another, so fast that he only left a series of phantoms, and in an instant he reached Ma Long.

"Bang!

Zheng Lao stomped the ground with his right foot, and the earth trembled, and with the scope of his body, the land within a zhang was sunken in.

The leader of the sand bandits let out a wail from the strange horse under his crotch, his limbs went limp, he foamed at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

As soon as Ma Long's body shook, he fell from his horse to the ground, and the magic in his hand was also interrupted, the black iron fork lost control, and the light dimmed and fell from the sky.

The old man snorted coldly, and the momentum on his whole body changed in vain, and his clothes were windless.

He put his fists together, and without waiting for Malone to make a move, he launched an attack on him.

In an instant, countless fist shadows burst out and rushed towards Ma Long like an overwhelming man, drowning him in an instant.

These fist shadows let out bursts of tiger roars, like fierce tigers, biting at each other.