"Brother, I owe you my life!"

Kong Hai, who had escaped death, gasped in a low voice and pulled out the arrow stuck in his back shoulder with his backhand.

"Then you'll have to live well until I want to pay the bill!"

Hong Fan slammed the horse's belly, laughing arrogantly without looking back, while trying to insert the horizontal knife back into the scabbard.

It's a pity that the galloping horse was bumpy, but he did a simple action three times before he succeeded.

Ahead, Hong Ming slightly lowered his speed, and soon welcomed Hong Fan and Hong Lie, who were chasing after him, back into the formation.

So far, there are still twenty-one horsemen and twenty-two people left in the thirty-three horses when they came, and seven or eight of them are hanging lottery.

The sand bandits on the gentle slope have been thrown to the sky, but the twenty-odd knights with the lowest pulse level cultivation led by the four-armed yaksha and broken steel are still chasing after them.

The two groups of knights were separated by thirty or forty meters, and continued to consume each other with bows and arrows.

Kong Hai, who was sitting in the saddle, slashed several arrows with his double swords, and saw that the arrows shot from his side were let go by the side of the chasing sand bandits.

He then turned around and shouted to Hong Fan: "The enemy is strong and I am weak, shoot horses and don't shoot people!" ”

Hong Fan was stunned when he heard this, and immediately understood.

Ordinary cavalry bows have a limited arrow speed, and shooting can be easily dodged or bounced off by the angle of the armor, but the attacker is more physically demanding.

But in the pursuit battle, shooting a horse will make the opponent have to use his true qi.

Hong Fan fired another arrow at the horse's leg, and this time he successfully forced the sand bandits to sweep away.

Between the pursuits and escapes, Xu Yu drove for a few miles.

Kong Hai changed to a lost war horse.

But even if Hong Ming tried to contain it, only eighteen people and eighteen horsemen remained among the thirty-three people.

And there are still twenty-three people flying at sea who do not give up.

By this time, both sides had run out of arrows, and their true qi had dried up.

Yu Kaicheng and Fang Tianzong glanced at each other, knowing that the time had come for a showdown and strangulation.

Riding their horses and whipping up, the bandits began to close the distance.

But they're not the only ones waiting for a chance to break the game.

Hong Fan pulled up the horse lance and adjusted his breathing, his already exhausted arm was once again filled with strength—his flame flow energy had long been used up, and what was rushing in the meridians at this moment was the undamaged True Yuan of the Life Star.

"Commander, what should I do?"

Hong Lie glanced behind him and asked in a low voice.

Everyone knows that escaping is not the way to go.

The choice in front of everyone is to fight to the death, and the other is to survive with a broken tail.

Generally speaking, it is not difficult to choose - the life of the sand bandit is cheap, not to mention the strong son, even if it is not worth exchanging it for a good family.

But for this three-player team, the second choice is far more difficult than the first.

Hong Ming looked back at everyone, and every pair of eyes he saw had blood in them.

"Three ...... each"

He gritted his teeth and was about to make a decision, but he saw Hong Fan, who was at the end, suddenly turn around.

"I'm here to break the enemy!"

The shouts were fierce, like wolf smoke.

Hong Lie, Shen Hong, Kong Hai and others followed the sound and looked back, and saw that the young knight who had just joined the team had already flattened his lance and kicked the horse's belly hard.

Bentley was in pain, foaming at the corners of his mouth.

On the Gobi Desert, one person is retrograde, and a horse is in formation.

Even the comrades-in-arms did not react.

"How can I be ashamed of this boy?"

Hong Ming's eyes were cracked, and his blood-stained beard trembled incessantly, like a condensing flame.

"Wait and go, don't worry about me!"

King Huoxu Ming immediately drew his sword, threw down eight words, and then reflexively chased after him.

On the other side, the sand thieves were fiercely mocking.

"Death fools!"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

But Hong Fan only felt that the blood all over his body was burning, and his thighs couldn't stop trembling.

Hormone secretion, pupil condensation.

Surrounded by smoke and dust, he laughed loudly.

"The barren sand is ruthless, don't complain!"

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters......

Hong Fan leaned forward, and the riding skills he had learned from Hong Lie and Kong Hai for more than two months slowly flowed through his heart.

Compared to spears, horse lances are hard and long.

Without the need for a stab, its massive double-edged blade can inflict fatal wounds on horseback speed.

[Hold the gun in the living hand, hold the lance ...... in the dead hand]

Hong Fan aimed at the incoming enemy and held the middle line.

"Sand Mist" launched.

From Bentley's feet, the barren sand rolled like waves, instantly submerging more than ten meters around his body.

Wind and sand entered the battle before the boy, plunging the world of the sand bandits into darkness.

Blades touch.

The sand bandit who rushed to the first place in the Breakthrough Realm suddenly became blind, and in a panic, he swung an empty gun.

Then, he was pierced straight into his heart by a lance.

"One ride!"

Hong Fan roared in a deep voice, clenching his arms.

The long pole bends slightly, bouncing the lifeless husk off the horse's back.

The barren sand is stained with blood, and the wind is stronger.

Twisting his waist and distorting the lance, Hong Fan threw the dead body off the blade, and used the over-the-shoulder knife of the Glaive Knife.

The ring lance wraps around the neck, and the majestic wind spreads like a tide.

The second Penetrating Sand Bandit heard the movement and tried to stop him with a spear, but was deceived by the Confused Sand Flow.

There was a piercing sound of armor piercing, and the blade of the lance broke the sternum and penetrated the torso, and the tip of the blade broke out from the back.

"Two rides!"

Hong Fan Gao shouted and spun his wrist with a force, and the long blade turned ninety degrees horizontally on the sand bandit's chest, breaking out from the side, stirring a large mass of flesh and bones into the air.

At this time, the third sand bandit followed the sound and silently slashed obliquely.

But the dancing grit faithfully delivered all the information to the Juggernaut.

Hong Fan put the horse lance on his left shoulder, held the scimitar, and grabbed a sand sword in the air with his left hand, which stabbed into the opponent's thigh artery as it swept by.

A fountain of blood erupted with crumbling sand.

"Three Rides!"

Taking advantage of the clear ahead, Hong Fan returned his luck, shaped four sand thorns between his five fingers, and threw them with his wrist.

Under the cover of the billowing wind and sand, two of the four targets with lower cultivation were hit, and a hole was made in their arms and calves.

Staggered galloping horses.

Silently, the grit spread inward along their veins.

Sand thorns are not poisonous, but in this Jinhai, where there is little medical treatment, wound infection is more poisonous than anything else.

"Four rides, five rides!"

Hong Fan let out a long roar, and he had completely submerged into the enemy formation.

"Boy is rampant, give me death!"

The next one to follow the sound is the four masters of the sea - Yu Kaicheng.

He wielded a scimitar and slashed with great speed.

The two veins are connected to the two paths, if you see the move, Hong Fan can't keep up with the opponent's movements no matter what.

But the sand that was pre-attached to his body could.

Just like countless trainings, the barren sand instantly solidified into a shield in the belly of the master.

The blade slashed, shattering the sand shield and slicing the scale skin armor in half.

The stomach was dull and fainted, but Hong Fan seized the opportunity.

Taking advantage of the sand and fog, he turned sideways and chased after the two sides as they were far away, cutting the hind legs of Yu Kaicheng's mount.

"Sixth Ride! Hong Fan broke the formation here! ”

In the sand mist, a long howl and a sound of anger rose at the same time.

"Sand, sand world?!"

Just now, the four-armed Yaksha, who was confident of killing him, split through the sand and mist with a scimitar, and in a flash, he saw the last thing that stood in his way.

It was living sand that once gave him endless fear.

The sand fog dissipated, and Hong Fan had already ridden through the enemy formation.

The four-armed Yaksha, who had lost his mount, flickered his gaze, took two steps to his feet, and jumped onto the unmanned galloping horse in front of him.

Right ahead, it was Hong Ming who rushed in reverse and several Zhuyi knights.

"Xingjun enters the battle, let's retreat!"

With a few words, the four-armed yaksha turned his horse and fled.

The leader was like this, and the already exhausted sand bandits saw that they were about to be flanked from front to back, and their morale collapsed and they ran away.

Among the dozen or so people, only Fang Tianzong was carrying a big knife and wanted to fight again.

But seeing that everyone was leaving, "Broken Steel" had to follow.

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