In the long years, the land of the Firmament Continent has nurtured many great lives. Dragons, elves, dwarves, orcs, these magical races with extraordinary abilities have taken turns on the stage of continental history, creating a glorious civilization and leaving countless heroic epics that have been sung to this day.

However, the battle of the gods before the continental era completely changed the fate of these races. In that war, in which only a few legends were left and no historical records could prove its existence, many races were swept up and wiped out overnight. Mighty dragons are history, rampaging orcs are legends, brave dwarves are gone, and only the occasional elves in the rainforest have passed down the pain and fear that the war of the gods has brought to the continent for generations.

It is said that in that devastating war, the gods ended up losing both, but the humans became the biggest winners after the war. This weak race, originally scattered throughout the continent and disdainfully called reptiles by the dragons, has become the new master of the continent after the fall of the gods and the disappearance of powerful enemies. The power of religion has united people, nations have sprung up, and the era of human civilization has arrived. With the increasing strength of humanity and the dramatic expansion of religious power, humanity began a millennia war with the races that were lucky enough to survive the battle of the gods. During this long war, some races disappeared, and one race became a vassal of humanity. There are also races that have entered the forbidden zone of life on the continent and begun to suffer in order to survive. The Meizu in the icy and snowy land of the Arctic North, the Fengling clan in the Hulun grassland in the northwest, the mountain ghost clan in the mountains and valleys, and the sand clan in the vast and boundless sand sea are among the representatives. While they had no choice but to compromise and give up the rich land they once lived in, they fought for hundreds of years, sticking to their beliefs and inheriting the blood of their race. In the end, they relied on the special terrain to win the right to survive.

Today, no country is willing to raise troops to fight against these marginalized races. When the oil and water are gone, who would do such a thankless stupid thing?

Of course, under normal circumstances, no one wants to provoke these warriors who have built their homes in a desperate situation, especially in a desperate situation where the survival of ordinary people is a problem.

Of course, there are always exceptions to everything, and today the Sand Clan met such a group of challengers on their own territory. Not only did they fight in the desert, but they also threatened a boss of the Sand Clan.

Therefore, Sha Xianyu wants to kill them all.

"Kill!"

She was greeted by a cohesive cry like thunder. A puff of yellow sand rose violently, and hundreds of figures in leather armor appeared in the dust. As soon as these people appeared, they showed extraordinary combat qualities, and they divided and surrounded all the black-clothed men on the battlefield in groups of five.

"The feelings of the Sand people today are remembered by Changfeng. Bu Changfeng had mixed feelings in his heart, looked at the sand feathers on the sand dunes, and hugged his fists in thanks.

"No thanks. When I came back, I washed my white at the Luna Oasis and lay down in bed and waited for me. Sha Qianyu's words floated over, causing Bu Changfeng, who was walking towards the leader of the black-clothed men with a knife, stumbling under his feet.

Fighting broke out again. Strangely, it was still the guards who attacked the man in black. The warriors of the Sand Clan just circled around the man in black, and their strange steps brought up clouds of sand and dust. In a few breaths, hundreds of small sandstorms appeared on the battlefield, involving all the people on both sides of the war, and occasionally you could see a stream of spiritual light and blood flashing in them.

"Phantom Sand Thousand Blades Array!" Ten years stared at the battlefield, his eyes revealing a hint of horror. This formation is unique to the Sand army, and no one knows where the secret is. Over the past few hundred years, the Sand Tribes have relied on this strange formation to repeatedly inflict heavy losses on the armies of human nations, and finally brought long-term peace to the Horqin Desert.

In an instant, he guessed the identity of the girl on the dune. In this desert, there is only one woman who can command the Sand army in battle, and she is the daughter of the West King of the Sand Tribe, the moon god and demon Ji Sha Xianyu, who is known for her decisiveness, cruelty and wisdom among the three concubines of the desert.

"Things seem to be getting more and more interesting. Ten years took a deep look at the step of the long wind in the fight. He didn't expect that the young man he wanted to save not only had strange spells, but also had such a close relationship with Sha Xianyu, which could make her ignore the risk of offending the Divine Court. In this way, this desert eagle is by no means idle.

"Brother Ten Years, is that eagle dead or alive now?" Zhu Xiaoqi didn't know when he came to his side, frowned and looked at the battlefield in the distance where there was no one but sand, and asked worriedly.

He arrived a little late and didn't quite know what was going on. However, he didn't do anything for ten years, just standing on the side and watching the excitement, which made him feel a little more at ease. As he expected, the poisonous snake was indeed out of its hole, and it was about to attack the Desert Flying Eagle. They seem to have come in time, and the other party should not have succeeded, otherwise how could they be so idle for ten years.

"Of course alive, and very well-lived. Ten years smiled. He briefly briefed Zhu Xiaoqi about what happened on the battlefield, and the latter's eyes widened when he heard it.

"Where is that glamorous enchantress, why didn't I see it?" As soon as he heard that there was a beautiful woman, and it was a beautiful woman of all kinds of amorous alien races, Zhu Xiaoqi was suddenly excited, and he kept looking around.

Ten years didn't want to talk to him. What a rich and shocking message he said just now, but this kid only caught one woman.

"That, Brother Ten Years, you just said that she is one of the three concubines of the desert, have you seen the other two, is it beautiful?" Someone ignored his gloomy face and asked again.

"I'm going to kill people. You are responsible for the aftermath. Ten years turned into a streamer and shot into the battlefield.

"The three concubines of the desert, the three Ps of the desert, it's refreshing to think about......" Zhu Xiaoqi muttered and gestured to Xuanyuanyu.

The Gale Squad quickly split into eight squads and hid on all sides of the battlefield. The fish was already in the net, and the fishermen rushed out with their forks, and all they had to do was catch the one that had slipped through the net. Although the task was easy, the team members looked solemn and stared at the battlefield. Zhu Xiaoqi has already issued an order to kill, this is a battle to the death that cannot let an enemy leave alive.

After the leader of the men in black and Bu Changfeng fought hard a few times, although they had some upper hand, they became anxious in their hearts. The figures of the five Sand Clan warriors disappeared in front of him, and he and Bu Changfeng were already surrounded by the dust.

The dim sky, the flying yellow sand, the cold murderous aura, and the no-brainer of the enemy suddenly made him understand one thing: he was afraid that he had encountered the most powerful killing array of the Sand army, the Phantom Sand Thousand Blades Array. In other words, in the following time, he will have to face not only the attacks from Buchangfeng, but also the sharp blades hidden in the sand and dust that will attack him at any time.

The only way to crack this killing array is to crush him with strong force. Otherwise, he could only be trapped in the formation, relying on the support of the spiritual power of the protective body. If he couldn't kill Bu Changfeng before his spiritual power was exhausted and then break out of the formation, then he would be here today.

"It seems that we can only withdraw!" he made up his mind. As long as one person gets out alive, they are doomed. Of course, the person most likely to leave the battlefield alive is, of course, himself. In order not to disturb his opponent, he did not order all of them to retreat, but launched a stormy attack on Bu Changfeng, forcing the opponent to scramble for a while.

"Is this going to be desperate?" Bu Changfeng cheered up, urging the blood on the saber, and constantly launched counterattacks while dodging. With the help of the Sand Clan, although he has no chance of winning, he has the confidence to fight hard with the other party.

Several streaks of blood approached, and the man in black smiled. The spiritual power gathered in his arms, and he struck it out with one palm.

There was a loud bang, Bu Changfeng's body trembled, his face turned pale for a while, his whole body was churning with qi and blood, and the saber in his hand was almost shaken off.

"This guy hasn't done his best yet. Bu Changfeng secretly complained in his heart. By the time the battle had progressed, he had thrown all his strength into it, and the other side still had reservations. The hard touch just now, the exponentially increased pressure almost knocked him to the ground.

At the moment when he was stunned, the left hand of the leader of the black-clothed man holding the sword swung out a sharp sword and slashed straight towards the yellow sand beside him. He had been secretly observing for a long time, and finally caught the figure of one of them at this moment, and sent out a lightning blow.

With a muffled sound, the speed of the sandstorm spun noticeably stagnated, and a bloody body let out a cry of pain and flew out of the dust. A gap suddenly appeared on his left side.

"We'll see you again. The man in black sneered, and his figure bounced like a cannonball into the gap.

In the air, a golden spear suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the tip of the spear pierced his throat mercilessly.

Ten years stood in the gap, with a slight flip of his wrist, the golden spear cracked inch by inch, turning into a little starlight and dissipating in the sky. The blood began to splash out at this moment, and the body of the leader of the men in black fell heavily from the air.

There is a legend in the killer world that the most terrifying weapon in the decade is not the sword in his hand, but a golden gun. Those who had been lucky enough to see his golden gun have been buried in the ground.

Bu Changfeng saw it alive today.

However, what he saw was not the gun that was used to kill people ten years ago, but a weapon that a martial saint casually turned into with spiritual power.

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