"It's a jackal!"

"It's a sand jackal!"

Professor Yin's entourage, who had just fallen asleep, was also alarmed by the sudden sound that sounded in all directions, and when they walked out of the tent, their faces suddenly changed.

They had studied the alien beasts for so many years, and they were naturally no strangers to the alien beasts that were rapidly surrounding them in the darkness in front of them.

This is a sand jackal, and the strength of a single individual is generally around the third level.

However, the scariest thing about the sand jackal is not in the individual.

Once the sand jackal acts, it is a group action.

Once a sand jackal appears in the desert, it means that there are at least dozens of sand jackals nearby!

In general, when a group of sand jackals appears, there will be a leader in command.

That's at least a fifth-level beast sand jackal that can be the leader!

In other words, among the sand jackals that surrounded from all directions, there was at least one fifth-level alien beast among them!

One by one, the cold green eyes were rapidly approaching in the darkness, and Rao was a few people from the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion, and they were already in a cold sweat at this moment.

If dozens of third-level martial artists came around, they would naturally be not afraid.

With the strength of their sixth-level martial artists, let alone dozens of third-level martial artists, even dozens of fourth-level martial artists are not afraid at all.

But this is not an ordinary martial artist, this is a group of alien beasts.

Not only is the defense far superior to that of ordinary martial artists, but even the lethality is far above that of ordinary third-level martial artists.

What's more, such a large number, if you look at it roughly, it is already nearly a hundred.

If only it were just them, it would be fine.

But now they had to be distracted to protect Professor Yin and his party.

That's a lot of pressure on them.

"You're all back in tents!"

Scarface strode out with the blue box, first shouting at Professor Yin and the others behind him, and then throwing a few firearms over.

Professor Yin and the others hurriedly caught it, and they also knew that if they stayed outside, they would only cause trouble to Scarface, so they nodded hurriedly, and several people hurriedly went back to the tent.

"Hold this tent for me, and don't let any beast rush in!"

Scarface yelled at the little fat man Zhai Shaohui and the others again.

Zhai Shaohui and Zhou Qing's faces were a little pale, and they both nodded again and again at this time.

Several people in the Wuji Martial Arts Hall were all on standby, each holding a weapon, standing back to back, protecting them in all directions.

At this time, several people in the Wuji Martial Arts Hall were no longer holding small daggers in the daytime, but took out the weapons they really used, all of which were combat knives of similar style, and their expressions changed from the carelessness of the past, but became serious.

Whoa!

A puddle of sand and soil suddenly splashed, and an earthy yellow jackal jumped up violently in the darkness, spewing out a fishy breath from its mouth, and pounced on Qian Feng.

It seemed to be some kind of battle horn, and as the jackal pounced, all of a sudden, the sand splattered, and the dense jackals pounced in the night, all of them surrounding Scarface.

"Kill!"

Scarface roared, and the blue iron box in his hand changed rapidly in an instant, turning into a huge war knife, which was rotated by him and slashed towards the sand jackals attacking in all directions.

The other three people in the Wuji Martial Arts Hall also roared, waving the weapons in their hands and slashing towards the sand jackals that surrounded them.

Puff puff!

The dull sound of blades clashing with flesh echoed beneath the night sky.

The jackal looked quite lean, but in fact its defense was surprisingly amazing.

With the strength of these sixth-level martial artists in the Wuji Martial Arts, at this time, they took out the weapons they had in hand and attacked with all their might, and ordinary fourth-level and even fifth-level alien beasts might not be able to withstand their swords.

But this group of strength is generally at the third level, and occasionally there are a few fourth-level alien beasts or fifth-level alien beasts mixed in the sand jackals, but they are all rough and thick-skinned, although a few people from the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion are really slashing at their bodies

But they were not afraid of death at all, and they could not kill them with a single sword, at most they only cut a blood mark on their bodies, and after their bodies were thrown out, they quickly got up again and struck at them again.

Although their strength is not very strong, such a fierce entanglement of death also makes several people in the Wuji Martial Arts Hall fall into a bitter battle.

The scarface was entangled with more than a dozen sand jackals alone, and when he burst out with anger, he was able to empty the sand jackals that surrounded him with a single knife, but the defense of that group of sand jackals was too strong, and after bearing the scarface knife, he was able to get up and fight again, and only by scarring the second knife could he completely kill them.

And once a sand jackal is killed, a new sand jackal will immediately come up, one after the other.

Even if it's a scarred face, it's hard to get out for a while.

Among the nearly 100 sand jackals, more than half of the sand jackals dragged Scarface and the others to them, and the other half of the sand jackals pounced directly into the tent behind them with a very clear goal.

Although they are not afraid of death, they definitely do not come to die on purpose.

Their goals are very clear.

It's food!

In the midst of the shouts of killing, the little fat man and Zhou Qing also roared, trying to dispel the tension in their hearts in this way, and killed the sand jackals who pounced around them.

The little fat man roared, and there was a faint golden light bursting out all over his body.

With his shallow hair that only has a piece of leek stubble, he seems to have turned into a dark golden King Kong at this moment, and resisted the killing of those sand jackals, and he didn't know where to feel two thick sticks in his hands, as if it was the shape of the Buddhist demon pestle.

But soon he was entangled by a sand jackal and fell into a bitter battle.

Zhou Qing, who had never shown any strength before, also showed good skills at this time, although he looked a little nervous, but at the moment he didn't know what steps he was stepping on, smart and elegant, as if he was stepping on the Tiangang Beidou, his body was very mysterious, and he passed through the sand jackals that came over smartly, and the cold light flashed in his hand, and there was an extra silver long sword, he turned out to be the same as Wang Yan, and he also made a light sword such a weapon, and when the long sword was stabbed, it was also entangled with several sand jackals.

Although the realm of the two of them is only a fourth-level martial artist, in fact, the combat power of the two of them is definitely not only comparable to that of a fourth-level martial artist.

The remaining eight-headed jackals jumped past the two of them again and pounced on the tent.

However, as they approached the tent, a dark shadow stood in front of the sand jackals.

Brush!

A crimson light pierced in the darkness of the night, shining in the night sky, swift and sharp.

Those sand jackals were blocked by this sword, even if they were not afraid of death, at this time, they were even frightened by the sharpness of that red light, and they did not dare to fight with the cherry blossoms, and forcibly retreated, looking at the boys who were blocking the tent with bared teeth one by one.

Wang Yan held the hanging sun in his hand, and when he turned his wrist, the hanging sun pulled out a few sword flowers, and instead of retreating, he walked towards the sand jackals step by step.

I don't know why, those sand jackals, who were originally not afraid of death, after seeing the boy walking towards them, they were filled with inexplicable fear in their hearts, and retreated step by step.

"Scared?"

Wang Yan laughed.

Perhaps it was this laughter that angered the sand jackals, who were originally retreating a little bit and let out a sharp cry and pounced on Wang Yan in unison.

The sun swept in Wang Yan's hand, like a flash of fire bursting in the air, forcing those sand jackals out of the way.

The cold glint in his eyes flickered, his feet stepped continuously, approaching forward, the hanging sun in his hand slashed out one after another, and the wind howled, forcing the sand jackals to retreat again and again.

Call!

Suddenly, among the eight-headed sand jackals, one sand jackal suddenly burst out with amazing power, jumped up suddenly, and when he was in mid-air, his mouth suddenly slammed

A large cloud of black smoke was spewed.

The smoke was extremely smelly, and it instantly enveloped Wang Yan in it.

"Poison?"

Wang Yan's heart sank, and he didn't hesitate to hold his breath.

And this time it was as if some kind of horn had been sounded, and the eight-headed sand jackals struck at this moment in unison, with sharp claws and sharp teeth attacking Wang Yan from all directions.

Whoop!

The sword light pierced in the darkness, accompanied by a sound like metal colliding.

However, in about ten minutes, the shrill screams had subsided.

The black smoke slowly dissipated.

Wang Yan expressionlessly pulled the hanging sun in his hand from the corpse of a sand jackal, and shook his hand, the scarlet blood beads on the sword surface were thrown off by him, and the blade was still red and bright, without a trace of mottling.

"This strange beast of the desert...... The defense is really extraordinary......

He thought about it and looked up at the people who were still in the midst of the struggle.

There are too many sand jackals, and they are quite difficult, even if it is Scarface, it is still entangled by a few sand jackals at this time.

"We have to deal with the jackal king in the distance......

Wang Shen looked up and looked into the darkness a few hundred meters away.

In the darkness, a pair of black shadows, which were obviously a little larger than the rest of the sand jackals, were crouching on a high sand dune, their green eyes extremely cold, watching the battle below.

"Get out of here!"

The scarred face who was fighting with a sand jackal seemed to be aware of this.

If you continue to slash and kill like this, I am afraid that it will not take long to lower your physical strength.

When the time comes, if the jackal king takes advantage of this opportunity to kill him, it will be troublesome!

After realizing this, Scarface roared, and the war knife in his hand rolled, and in a burst of anger, it directly shook away several sand jackals surrounding him.

And he was holding the blue war knife in his hand, and rushed out in a big stride, like a king dragging the tower, his steps were extremely heavy, and every step splashed a large piece of sand and soil exploded like an explosion, and rushed towards the jackal king like a wolf!