Early in the morning, the sand bandits in Yaoguang City found that Murong Jifeng had fled. They drove the rest of the people to the square, and the leader of the sand bandits shouted: "Tell you a bad news, the descendants of the Murong family that you have always believed in, Murong Jifeng, has abandoned you and fled by himself, hahaha!" ”

"Huh?" "How so?" "Nonsense! You must have killed him! The remnant refused to believe the bandits.

"Humph! We're going to kill him, he's already dead a hundred times! Have you waited until now? ”

"Ahh The remnant had to believe it. The Murong family, whom they had always trusted and admired, was no longer there. Sand City is really going to perish. Many people wept bitterly, for the glory of the past, for the land of deep love, for the dead brothers and relatives. Their blood is nowhere to be thrown, they still do not give up, their only hope. With the escape of Murong Jifeng, they all came to naught.

The leader of the sand bandits looked at the remnants of the lost soul in front of him, and laughed loudly: "Since the Murong family is no longer there, there is no need for you to exist. Kill them all, this city of glory is your tomb. ”

Several sand bandits raised their broadswords and walked towards the unarmed remnant. The remnant of the people were heartbroken, had nothing to love, and did not put up any resistance.

Seeing that the butcher's knife of the sand bandit was about to be cut down, several figures arrived in time. "Iron mastery, flying sword!" With an edict, the soul iron turned into five sharp swords, and flew forward, killing the sand bandits who were about to commit murder.

"Burst Fire Talisman!" Impermanence threw a spirit rune at the remaining bandits, "Bang! An explosion sounded, killing almost all the bandits.

The leader of the bandits was taken aback and was about to flee. The reincarnation had come to him, and he was knocked to the ground with a punch.

The remnants looked up one after another, only to see the young hero they had been waiting for under the sun. Murong was fast, holding the sword of justice without forgiveness, and walked towards them step by step.

When the leader of the sand bandits saw Murong coming with a sword, he was terrified and fled in a hurry. Murong Jifeng stepped forward quickly, raised his sword in his hand, and slashed it.

Then, Murong Jifeng raised the red gold sword and shouted loudly: "The fifth-generation Sand City guards Murong Jifeng here!" The sword of justice is here! Do you dare to fight with me? ”

At this moment, the mood of the remnants is extremely excited, but there is another reality that has to be considered: "Can they alone defeat the sand bandits?" "How will they choose?

The remnants bowed their heads and left one after another. Murong Jifeng hurriedly roared: "Shacheng guards Murong Jifeng here!" The sword of justice is here! What do you guys say! "What do you say?" "What do you say..."Murong Jifeng shouted hoarsely, but he couldn't keep anyone.

He fell to his knees, disappointed. It has been less than two years since the fall of Shacheng and the killing of his father, has the human heart been reduced to such a point?

"It seems that I am not a good leader," Murong Jifeng said with his head bowed and discouraged.

"It's too early to say so," Samsara replied calmly.

When Murong heard this, he looked up at reincarnation. Samsara gave him a look and told him to turn back.

Murong Jifeng turned around and looked, and his mood suddenly became excited. The remnants who have left are returning one after another. On them, they wore the armor of the battlefield army of that year. He has a variety of weapons in his hands, as well as a lot of war horses. Instead of giving up, they took out their long-buried equipment and set out again. The once invincible desert army is regrouping!

"The son of the late Shacheng Army pioneer Liao Wanjin, Liao Qianjin is here, asking to fight!" A burly boy stepped forward to ask for battle. Behind him, hundreds of elite cavalry.

"The son of the late Zhao Wudi, the deputy commander of the Shacheng Army, Zhao Pojun is here, asking to fight!" A majestic and heroic teenager stepped forward to ask for battle, and behind him were hundreds of strong soldiers.

"Veteran Wei Chuanyang, please play!" A sixty-year-old veteran stepped forward with his bow in hand and asked to fight. Behind him, there are three hundred marksmen.

Although there are only more than 1,000 people, they are still imposing. At this moment, every soldier standing here is willing to gamble his life and fight to the death with the sand bandits!