"Uncle, is this going to start bragging again?" Finks spat on his lips, whipped his right hand with his sword on the enemy's head and face, and pulled out his dagger with his left hand and stabbed the man in the waist.

Nick stretched out his leg and hooked up a chair and kicked it forward, pinching the soul magic handprint with his left hand, "Look at the move, glass slash!" ”

The sand warriors instinctively retreated, but they didn't expect that this knife was not aimed at them at all. Nick slashed the chair.

The chair clattered, and the chair fell apart. In the midst of the flying debris, Nick's saber instantly slashed out countless cold blades, enveloping those wild sand warriors like a torrential rain.

The Wild Sand Samurai still wanted to form another formation, but Nick had a strange knife technique, either attacking them first or waiting for their defense to form and then turn to a sneak attack. They couldn't guard against it, so they could only deal with it in a hurry.

"Have you fools forgotten something?" Nick slashed his knife wildly for a while and then suddenly retracted his knife back into its sheath, "I'm the former generalissimo of soldiers and horses, and I'm much more familiar with this 'scimitar formation' than you. ”

I only heard a continuous scream, and the necks, arms, and thighs of those wild sand warriors oozed blood. Their bodies then fell, and the ground was soaked in blood.

"What a quick knife." The Facebreaker blocked the door of the inn with a rattan sign in his hand, "I can cultivate the sword technique to this extent, it seems that I underestimate you a little." ”

Nick sneered and shook the saber in his hand: "The knife technique itself is a very pure thing, and if you have evil thoughts, the knife technique is not clean." There is nothing to do with banditry like you, who are under the banner of the Wild Sand Army, but who are engaged in the act of captling and plundering the common people. ”

The Facebreaker snorted and pulled out a throwing gun from behind the rattan card, "In vain, I still look at you, I didn't expect you to talk a lot of nonsense about this bad old man." ”

When he said "eye", he had already danced a rattan card to grab the front, and when he said "more", he had already thrown three throwing guns.

"I don't think you're pretty good at playing." The soul flame on Nick's body swelled, and the sword in both hands blasted out a qi blade. This energy was extremely strong, and it flew three throwing spears and headed straight for the Facebreaker.

The face-breaker was so frightened that he could only carry it with a rattan card. Hearing a bang, the Facebreaker was knocked back ten steps by the air blade before he could stand firmly.

Look at Nick standing still at all, with a slight sneer on his face: "Your attack is mixed with too much desire, mixed and impure. It can't be said to be disorganized, it can only be regarded as alpaca dung. ”

Finks was amused by the magical metaphor, "Uncle, can you say something normal?" I remember you used to be a pretty decent person. ”

"Serious? That's probably because we didn't know each other at the time. Nick turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Finks, "Glenn's friend, how can there be any serious people?" ”

With that, he swung his knife and walked quickly towards the Facebreaker, intending to deal with the obscure creature first.

Knowing that it wasn't a good thing for Nick to come murderously, the Facebreaker pulled out a throwing gun and threw it at Nick - Nick's blade touched it lightly, and the throwing gun was knocked aside.

"Kill you!" The Facebreaker had been cornered, and finally pulled out a throwing gun and stabbed it fiercely.

Nick turned his head to dodge the shot, and raised his leg to kick. This kick hit the heart of the facebreaker, and actually kicked him into the air, and he flew twice in the air before falling to the ground with a bang, spitting blood from his mouth, and it was estimated that he was seriously injured.

"With such a strange weapon, I thought you were so powerful." Nick glanced at the embarrassed look of the Broken Face, "It doesn't seem to be like that."

The Facebreaker lay on the ground in a fit of rage, and struggled for a long time before he stood up, and angrily yelled at the remaining Wild Sand Warriors: "You bunch of waste, why don't you hurry up? ”

Those wild sand warriors listened to the order, and just as they wanted to swing their swords forward, they saw Nick looking at them coldly with his saber in his hand. With just one look, they were already scared and trembled, and they retreated again and again.

But they couldn't retreat, after all, there was still a menacing Finkx standing in the doorway. She slashed the thin sword in her hand, "Lay down your weapons, or I will stab you to death." ”

While Finks spoke, the Facebreaker hurriedly reached into his arms and grabbed a glass bottle.

The bottle was filled with gunpowder and mist powder, and simply smashing it would cause a huge cloud of smoke - yes, it was a very powerful psychic smoke bomb.

But before he could pull the bottle out of his arms, the scheming Nick had already stabbed him in the right hand.

"If you can't beat it, do you want to play tricks?" Nick sneered, "It's a pity that you shouldn't play any tricks in front of me, after all, I should be your ancestor when you play this kind of indiscriminate means." ”

The Broken Ghost couldn't help but scold, "You unruly thing...... Wait for Master Linton ......"

Burst.

Nick's saber stretched forward, piercing the Facebreaker's heart.

"How dare you call that 'demon monk' a 'master'." Nick drew his saber and shook the blood on it in disdain, "You died unjustly. ”

When he looked up at the few warriors who were blocked by the Finks, they hurriedly threw down their scimitars and raised their hands in surrender.

In this way, Nick and Finks completed the great victory of two people around fifty people, which is really gratifying.

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Under the scorching sun, Benson rode an alpaca motionless and looked at the inn. As soon as the Facebreaker brought people in, a fight broke out.

Benson saw it, but pretended not to.

Why is this man who wears a ghost mask all day long doing nothing all day long, but he is deeply appreciated by Zahir, and his own dedication and respect cannot be exchanged for a word of praise from Zahir.

"It wouldn't be nice if this grimace could die inside." He meditated to himself.

But the fight soon subsided, and then he saw the Broken Ghost standing there with his back against the window, and a few Wild Sand warriors busily working in the inn.

"It looks like they're just rats." Benson felt a little lost in his heart, "Why don't you ambush some powerful characters." ”

What he didn't expect at all was that the "Facebreaker" was simply a corpse held in place with a throwing spear, and only a few of the fifty Wild Sand Samurai had survived after stepping into the inn.

Nick ordered them to change into gray robes, and grabbed a few poisonous snakes and wrapped them around the necks of those sand warriors, "Listen up, you guys, now you go out together, don't say anything, get on the alpaca and run." ”

The samurai were so frightened that their teeth fought, and they hurriedly expressed their absolute obedience to the order.

Nick pointed to the vipers around their necks, "These snakes will automatically leave your necks in two hours. At that point, you can do whatever you want. But if you stop within two hours, I don't think anyone can save you. ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, the warriors hurriedly turned around and ran, scrambling to jump on the alpacas and gallop away.

The samurai who were surrounded outside were in a daze under the scorching sun, and suddenly they saw several people dressed as homeless people galloping out on alpacas, and they couldn't help but be stunned. After a few people stared at each other for a moment, someone immediately reacted and exclaimed, "Someone has escaped!" ”

This cry woke Benson and all the samurai, and Benson immediately drew his scimitar and shouted, "Chase, don't let them run away!" ”

The encircled party was immediately plunged into a brief moment of confusion, and the warriors pulled the reins and hurriedly steered the alpaca around. The hooves of the alpacas soared into the air, kicking up the yellow sand all over the ground, and the shouts and screams rang out in a heap.

Seeing that the men had already run away, Benson took out his slingshot and shot a signal smoke shot into the sky. Immediately after that, he led the samurai to spur his mounts to chase after him desperately.

The warriors in front of them ran forward with their reins in their hands, after all, they still had a poisonous snake around their necks, and whenever they saw the triangular snake head swaying under their noses, they would risk their lives to give the alpaca another whip.

Benson's alpaca gradually weakened under such a rapid gallop. A small person like him has no status in the army at all, and can only be as inferior as the alpacas used by ordinary soldiers, and now their alpacas have reached their limit, but the people in front of them seem to be fleeing with all their might.

"Poison Hook!" Benson shouted, and a 'Crimson Poison Hook' in his hand was already whirling.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

More than a dozen pitch-black whip shadows blew towards the fleeing people with a fierce wind, and before they could scream, the three who ran at the end had been hooked off the alpacas. By the moment they landed, they had already turned into a dead corpse with a dark face!

"Stop!" Confidence burned in Benson's heart, and the alpaca under his feet kept speeding up and chased after him.

A group of people suddenly appeared in front of the fugitives, and it turned out that Zahir saw Benson's smoke pill and led people to outflank him.

"Stop, you guys." Zahir leapt onto the roof of the chariot, his two scimitars unsheathed at the same time, as if to give a final warning to those who had fled.

Now that the pressure is on the fugitives, is the angry Zahir more terrifying, or is the poisonous snake around his neck more terrifying?

It's all terrible!

Under the threat of death, the fugitives unexpectedly broke out into an astonishing tacit understanding, and even pulled the reins at the same time, and instantly split up to flee from both sides of Zahir's team.

"Bold fool!" Zahir kicked his feet, his body soared into the air, and the two scimitars flew out of his hands and spun around in the air a few times, and he saw that two human heads had already flown out of thin air!

Blood rained down on the other fugitives, and one alpaca was so frightened that it couldn't move no matter how much the fugitive kicked and punched. And by this time, the poisonous snake was ready to move. I heard the man's scream, and the whole person fell to the ground, breaking his head and bleeding.

"Why is it a snake spell again?" Zahir was suspicious in his heart, and after catching the two flying scimitars with both hands, he made a handprint against the remaining fugitives from a distance, and whispered a soul spell in his mouth: "Servants of the Emperor, listen to my orders, pardon your enemies, and listen to orders immediately!" ”

As her words fell, a stream of dark brown soul energy poured into the bodies of the venomous snakes. They suddenly bounced out of thin air, landed on the sand, and then swooped into the sand and vanished.

The samurai, who had given up their lives, finally breathed a sigh of relief, fell off the back of the alpaca, and struggled and breathed for a long time before saying the first sentence: "Facebreaker...... He's dead. ”

"What!" Zahir yelled at them in a fit of rage, "Who did that? ”

"Nick......