There was a bloody death fight on the field, while everyone outside the field was full of blood, and even many horse bandits kept shouting that they were fighting well. It seems that the lives of the five teenagers in front of him are only worthy of their pleasure.

The bald leader who came over at the end did not shout, but stared at the few teenagers on the field. He didn't leave these teenagers behind for fun. In fact, the bald leader has always wanted to choose one of them to join his bandits.

His name is Wyvern, and no one knows his real name. This horse bandit under his command is one of the strongest horse bandit groups in the surrounding area. It's different from many horse bandits who grab a little oil and water and expand aggressively. Wyvern attaches more importance to quality. He himself is the best swordsman of this generation, and the requirements for his subordinates are not ordinarily high.

He only needs to be the strongest, the most ruthless, and the most inhumane swordsman as his subordinates.

This generation is a sideplug. Although there are many tribes in the surrounding area, there are also towns. But the scale is not large, and it is simply not possible to raise large-scale horse bandits. Wyvern is well aware of this, so he has always controlled the number of his subordinates. Twenty, no more, no less.

There are more surrounding villages that can't afford to raise, and it's not easy to manage. No matter how little, the deterrent is not enough. After all, there are quite a few other bandit groups around.

Leaving that group of teenagers behind is the meaning of the flying dragon. This generation of famous swordsmen was either cut down by him or by other horse bandits. I can't find anything that can get into his eyes anymore. That's why Wyvern wants to cultivate one himself.

But it's a bit whimsical to expect a group of horse bandits who lick blood at the tip of a knife and know how to train newcomers. Wyvern's way of training newcomers is simple. He raised a group of teenagers, and then dragged them out from time to time to kill one. But who to kill, let the teenagers decide for themselves.

He thinks that in this way, he will be able to find the most ruthless, the most yin, and the most capable of fighting. In this way, there is the value of being cultivated by him.

To be reasonable, his operation is actually somewhat reasonable. In addition to the fact that there is no humanity, it is really possible to find a seedling with a good heart and force.

If there was no Lu Xiao, the leading young man would probably be able to survive to the end. But now, the kid is still on the ground for half a day and can't get up.

Wyvern was a little disappointed, but also a little excited. When Lu Xiao was just brought back, he was silent, like a fool. Blind to that good figure. Who would have thought that this kid would be enlightened overnight.

At this time, there were three people who could stand on the field. Lu Xiao's face was covered in blood, and one eye was already covered in blood. One arm drooped unnaturally, and it seemed that it could no longer be lifted. At this time, the two teenagers had fallen to the ground without a sound.

But even if Lu Xiao was already at the end of his crossbow at this time. But the horse bandits around them were all experts, and they knew that Lu Xiao had already won.

Because of the remaining two teenagers, one of them had been frightened by Lu Xiao, and he didn't dare to step forward in fear. The other was the first young leader who was knocked down by Lu Xiao and had just stood up at this time, but the whole person was shaky and unstable. The most important thing is that at this time, Lu Xiao's right hand, which can still move, holds the only weapon on the field, the wooden stick.

Feilong didn't continue to look at it, but gave an order to the old Diao beside him, and then turned to leave.

On the field, Lu Xiao was about to fight to the death. only to find that the horse bandit named Lao Diao, who was supposed to fight him, suddenly jumped into the fence. Then in Lu Xiao's incredible gaze, he directly slashed the two other teenagers who were still standing.

Lu Xiao didn't know what was going on. But he had a vague feeling that he might have survived.

As it turned out, Lu Xiao's guess was correct. He did survive and even received some simple treatment. An unknown horse bandit gave him some medicine and sent him back to the cave where he started.

Standing outside the cave, he said a word to Lu Xiao in a strange tone.

"In the future, this is yours."

Lu Xiao didn't understand what was going on. was pushed into it by him.

After a stumble, Lu Xiao raised his head, and the scene in front of him made him almost faint.

All of them are dead!!

All those teenagers. The death was horrible, with severed limbs, bloody entrails, and a pair of eyes that did not close. At that moment, Lu Xiao only felt as if he had stepped into hell.

He subconsciously turned around and wanted to run, but stopped at the door. He remembered the last thing the bandit had said to him, and it was his.

What does it mean, obviously, this is for him to stay here. Lu Xiao didn't know if this was some kind of bad taste of those horse bandits, or even a test. But in the end, he didn't dare to get out of the cave.

He tried to drag the bodies out, but his body was sore, and he couldn't do it with one arm. And the continuous high-intensity fights and injuries have brought his spirit to the limit.

I found a corner with less blood. Lu Xiao fell to the ground, not knowing whether he fell asleep or fainted.

...............

The wind and sand howled all night. In the camp of the horse bandits, the shouts of drinking, the screams of women, and the noise of drunken people continued for most of the night. At 10 a.m., it finally calmed down.

Of course, Lu Xiao didn't know all this. He was in a nightmare at this time.

He dreamed that he was deep in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and he desperately wanted to swim out. But countless stumps and broken arms in the depths of the sea of blood grabbed his whole body and dragged him to the depths of the sea of blood.

Lu Xiao struggled desperately. But the sea of blood is like a swampy quagmire, and the more you struggle, the deeper you fall. In the end, Lu Xiao was exhausted and allowed himself to fall into an endless sea of blood.

As the black-red vision swallowed all of him, Lu Xiao suddenly woke up from the nightmare. He let out a long breath and struggled to sit up. But as soon as he got up, everything in front of him froze again.

For a moment, he even thought that everything before him was a nightmare. But after sobering up, he finally understood. He escaped the nightmare, but he was still in hell.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Xiaoqiang got up in good spirits. Began dragging the bodies of those teenagers out.

There was no one guarding the gate, and the fence of the entire camp was not high. Lu Xiao was able to flip it out easily. But he didn't think about running away. Running away into an unknown desert with wounds and exhaustion is pure suicide. Lu Xiao wasted so much energy, and even broke through his bottom line, just to survive. It was, and it still is. He's just cleaning up his place now.

It took a dozen back and forth rounds before he finally threw all the corpses out of the cave. Then Lu Xiao held yesterday's wooden stick and began to dig a pit in the sand not far away.

Although the tools are not handy, the sand is still relatively soft. Soon, Lu Xiao dug a pit the size of a person. Only then did his stick dig into something hard.

He leaned down and saw that it was a human skull.

Lu Xiao was stunned for a moment, then changed places and continued to dig a pit.

This time, he wants to bury not only the corpse, but also his past self.