In the early morning, the sun is rising, and the golden red light is sprinkled on the desert inn, and the strong contrast of light and shadow outlines a black and white freehand picture.

Between light and dark, a mess of sword flowers glittered on the roof of the inn.

Finks held a thin sword in his hand, the sword glittering with the sound of the howling wind, rolling up the wind and sand around her to dance for her. Suddenly, a sword stabbed out, and a strong wave of qi gushed out like a wave, slapping towards a bowl of clear water five steps away.

The sword qi swept across the water, rolling up heavy droplets, forming a brilliant mist in the sunlight, shining with a crystal light.

"Exquisite sword moves." Lazy applause rang out rhythmically behind her, "I didn't expect you to have mastered this level of qi blade. ”

Finks didn't look back, knowing it had to be Nick.

He leaned lazily against the chimney of the inn, half-squinting at Finks's sword momentum, "I only heard that you are good at tracking and reconnaissance, but I didn't expect that you have good attainments in swordsmanship, which is really a rare talent." ”

Finks panted and put away his sword and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "My little skill is nothing, you haven't seen my big brother Fili." He could shoot a hundred-pound bow, he could strike eighteen flails, and his glove trembled with fear even the fiercest alpaca in the desert. ”

"There are still such all-powerful generals in the Wild Sand Empire." Nick handed over a kettle approvingly, "If I had met a few years earlier, I might have recommended Brother Glenn as a general." ”

Finks took two large mouthfuls and wiped his mouth, "Uncle, don't brag nonsense, we are all orphans, and we are not the children of nobles, how can we have a chance to be appreciated by you." Besides, if only a few years ago, we would still be locked up in the house without laughing. ”

"Locked up in the house?" Nick looked puzzled, "Why does it sound like he's imprisoning you?" ”

"It's not much worse." Finks shook his head helplessly, "You can't imagine how much he hates going out. If it weren't for something important, he wouldn't even bother to come down from the upper floors. ”

Thinking of Buxiao's indifferent appearance on weekdays, Nick seems to be able to imagine such an isolated life, "So he can only invite some masters to come to the door to teach you these skills?" ”

Finks blinked: "What master? ”

Nick asked rhetorically, "Of course it's a teacher of swordsmanship, archery, etc., otherwise where did you learn this?" ”

A smug smile suddenly appeared on Finks' face, "Of course we don't laugh at what the adults taught us." ”

Nick looked surprised, "Are these skills taught to you by the general who doesn't laugh?" ”

You must know that what Finks just practiced was not a bad street sword move, and many of the moves were not only simplified, but also subtle - this is not something that ordinary people can teach. Don't you laugh at not only a master of soul arts, but also proficient in swordsmanship?

"Of course." Finks boasted triumphantly, "There seems to be nothing in heaven and earth that he doesn't know, and there's nothing he won't." As long as you get used to his weird temper, he will even tell you some weird ways to play that normal people would never come up with. ”

"Oh?" Nick suddenly grinned, "It's rare to see someone who is more abnormal than me, tell me, how weird is his tactics?" ”

Finks looked up and thought for a moment, "Let's take swordsmanship, for example, he once mentioned that if you use the principle of the bow and arrow to store the power of the assassination first, it should be extremely powerful at the moment of sudden release. ”

If such a ridiculous theory were to come out of other people's mouths, Nick would probably be able to tell it as an after-dinner joke for an entire year. But at this moment, Nick thought unexpectedly......

Yes, it sounds like nonsense, but what if it could really be done?

"What if...... The glass slash's air blade can be compressed......" Nick muttered after a moment of meditation.

Finks stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, "Uncle, are you okay, could it be that you are fainted by the sun?" ”

Nick smiled, "I seem to have a new trick up my sleeve." ”

Finks suddenly had a complicated expression on his face, "Uncle, what the hell are you talking about?" ”

Nick waved his hand and diverted the topic: "If you don't laugh, since they have taught you so many things, why didn't they teach you his superb soul arts?" ”

Finks tilted his head, "He taught, but we don't use it often." ”

She raised her fingers and said one by one: "Big Brother Fei has reached the most powerful 'Eight Desolation Fires', but he dislikes this soul technique as being too cruel and has never used it once.

"Second sister Danica learned 'Blood Lotus Bloom', but she thinks that using blood to turn into a flying knife is too similar to using a hidden weapon, not like her dignified style, so I haven't seen her use it."

Nick complained, "It's already thankful that a civilian family can learn a soul art, but you guys actually learn it without using it, it's really a tyrannical thing." ”

Finks pouted unconvinced, "It's just that the two of them don't need to." Green often uses 'refraction' to be invisible, and Shirley often uses 'psychedelic sounds' to imitate other people's voices. ”

"So it seems that you all have a special skill." Nick asked, "So what did you learn?" ”

Finks picked up a leg bone and threw it at the back of his head. Then the light and shadow flickered, and her figure disappeared out of thin air, appearing twenty paces away in an instant.

Buzzing with a sword, the leg bone was pierced, hanging on the blade of the sword dangling.

It was supposed to be an alpaca's leg bones, thick and hard, and it would take enough strength to be pierced so easily by her, in addition to precise angles.

Nick sighed in amazement.

At first glance, I thought that this soul technique was the same as the "Instant Flash Technique", which made people quickly appear in a certain location. In fact, it uses soul magic to forcibly accelerate the user's speed and launch a dash that is difficult to see with the naked eye.

Finks grinned and walked back with the leg bone, "It's called the 'Shadow Protrusion', and it was designed to teach me how to escape. ”

Nick chuckled, "When it comes to running for my life, that's one of the things I do best. ”

"Can you be considered 'good at' when you run for your life?" Finks asked, flicking off his leg bones.

Nick's eyes glanced into the desert in the distance, "Of course, there are always some people who underestimate the difficulty of 'escaping', thinking that they can run with two legs, and in the end they will only harm others and themselves." ”

In the vast desert, a few panicked figures were stumbling towards the inn.

Those happened to be one of the slaves who had been captured by Benson yesterday. Before dawn this morning, I escaped from the hotel in the dark night, and only a dozen of them went out, and only three returned.

"Chaser...... Here ...... pursuers," said one of the fleeing wanderers, panting, "there are so many of them, so many alpacas, so many bows and arrows...... We're done, we're done! ”

The other man was struck by five arrows and choked as soon as he stepped through the door of the inn.

"I heard that the man is the son of the village chief." Finks whispered in Nick's ear.

Nick shrugged, "There are always people who think they have superior intelligence and ability, and in the end, the cruel desert will teach them how to be human." ”

Finks was a little displeased, "Uncle, why don't you sympathize with them at all?" ”

Nick spread his hands, "Since I chose to flee by myself, then at least they don't believe in the protection of the Red Pavilion, and at least they don't agree with my abilities." Why should I sympathize with such people? ”

Finks was so scared that she could only stomp her feet, thinking that it would be okay if she couldn't scare Lydia, and then she couldn't scare Black Snow, this time even Nick could say that she was speechless, she was really anxious.

Nick patted her on the shoulder: "You have to learn four things: let go of the helping complex and respect the other person's choice; Protect yourself and laugh at the fate of others. ”

As he spoke, the roar of alpacas could already be heard outside, and Zahir's army seemed to have arrived.

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Hundreds of sand warriors wearing ribbons were already waiting outside the inn, three alpacas pulling a chariot, and dozens of young generals in metal armor were clustered around. And standing next to the chariot is none other than Benson, the little lieutenant who fought against Nick yesterday.

As Nick expected, the snake's little trick was quickly cracked by Zahir. At this moment, she was sitting firmly in the chariot, looking at the small inn in the desert.

"The guy you called himself 'Nick' is hiding here?" Her fingers tapped the scimitar on her knee.

Benson quickly replied respectfully, "Yes, I also fought with him a few times......"

"You're really going to put gold in your face." Zahir snorted, "You were just beaten up unilaterally by him, and it is already a blessing for the rabbi god to leave you with this cheap life." ”

Benson was reprimanded and immediately shut up.

Zahir's fingers brushed over the scimitar next to his knee, one, two, three. Her face turned to the other side and asked, "When will Master Linton's reinforcements arrive?" ”

"It's about four hours." The person who spoke was a man wearing a ghost mask.

His ghost face was already a little broken, and he was holding an oval rattan card half a human height in his left hand, and more than a dozen throwing spears were inserted on the back of the card like a peacock opening the screen. No one knows his name, only that he calls himself a "Facebreaker".

The ghost mask covered his face, but it couldn't hide his vicious eyes, "General Zahir, I'm afraid it's too passive to wait here." ”

"Oh?" Although Zahir asked questions, there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes. After all, compared to a subordinate like Benson who has been slow to get his senses, this ghost-faced man is obviously much more flexible and intelligent.

The Broken Mask looked at the lonely inn in the scorching sun, "Nick is very cunning, I think he fought Benson and let him back, probably to make us think he came alone." Perhaps there are heavy soldiers in this hotel. ”

A smile appeared on Zahir's face, "As a general, you need to be so careful. Since you think there might be a trap inside, how do you deal with it? ”

The Broken Mask looked at the sunlight, and then at the closed doors and windows of the inn, "I want to take fifty horsemen and fire arrows around the inn to kill and wound as many enemies as possible." ”

"Okay, just do it your way." Zahir nodded.

The flag in the army flew, and the soldiers sounded the horn of the Wild Sand Empire. Fifty alpacas dragged the billowing smoke around the inn.

"Aim for the window! Shoot the arrows! ”

Ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air was incessant, and countless pitch-black arrows swarmed, crackling like a fierce sandstorm, shattering windows and walls.

Rounds of arrows rained down on the decaying inn like water, instantly shattering its façade.

But strangely enough, even such a ferocious attack. It seemed to be quiet, and there was not the slightest movement.

Could it be that Nick has already run away?