As the king fell, the chaotic sand thieves gradually quieted down, and many of the thieves watched in amazement at the unexpected scene before them, their eyes full of surprise, puzzlement, realization, and disdain—yes, disdain. Robbers also have their own circles to adhere to the norms that are not violated, and this kind of betrayal of the cold man's black hand against his own people is the most taboo and cold.

At this time, the thieves separated, and they rode in slowly, and it was the "honorable envoy" who had disappeared since the start of the fight.

The envoy glanced at Wang Chong, who was lying in a pool of blood and was dying, his eyes turned to Wang Yanjie's face, and then he took out a pseudo-spiritual weapon short sword with a blue glow from his waist bag and threw it at Wang Yanjie casually.

Wang Yanjie raised his hand to take it, with a look of surprise.

The envoy nodded and said, "Good job." I have clear rewards and punishments, and if you use the pseudo-spirit weapon short knife that you rewarded you before, you will be rewarded again. Do things for us, and we will never be damaged by meritorious service. ”

Wang Yanjie knelt down on one knee, held his sword in both hands, and said respectfully: "Thank you for the generous gift." ”

There was a hint of ridicule in the envoy's eyes, and he said leisurely: "If you really want to thank you, use this short sword to cut off Wang Jiaoxi's head." ”

Wang Yanjie trembled when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at Wang Chong - what he saw was a pair of blood pupils that were enough to burn his soul, Wang Yanjie's body couldn't stop swinging, and he couldn't even hold the sword steadily.

Wang Chong's rib stabbed the lobe of the lung, and the throat was cut with a sickle in the neck, and blood bubbles kept coming out, and he couldn't speak, although the injury was serious, it was not immediately fatal. Moreover, the Xuanwu warrior is physically strong, and if he is not beheaded, it is estimated that he will not swallow until the blood is exhausted.

Tian Yi's yin voice came at the right time: "Wait a minute, there are still two children who have not been caught, and when they are caught, they will be pulled over and killed alive in front of the surname Wang, and then let his blood dry up and die." As he spoke, he turned to look at the envoy and said, "This guy has killed nine of my brothers one after another, and I have to relieve my brothers' anger.

Before the envoy could respond, Wang Yanjie immediately jumped up as if he had been pardoned: "They don't know my identity yet, I'll go and capture them alive." With that, he got on his horse and rushed out of the group of thieves.

The envoy glanced at Tian Yiheng lightly: "It's okay, anyway, I have to wait for the last head, I hope they won't let me wait too long." ”

......

The head that is being remembered by the envoy is fortunately on Luo Xiao's neck, but it is those guys, and the envoy will never be able to wait.

At the same time that the Wild Sand Bandits finished encircling and killing the reconnaissance team, Luo Xiao's palm had just left Xiao Liu's broken neck, and the bodies of Chu Peng and Jabbar were already cold.

Under Luo Xiao, who was full of firepower, a fifth-level and a fourth-order pawn were basically instant kills, double kills in one second! Then he casually broke Xiao Liu's legs and began to torture.

Luo Xiao's torture level is not to say that it is top-notch, at least it is also professional, he was tortured by counter-interrogation when he was in the secret camp, and he has two-way feelings and experience. Time was pressing, and he didn't talk nonsense, just grinding his fingers with his toes.

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, when Luo Xiao crushed Xiao Liu's four fingers, he recruited it. Although as a junior, he doesn't know much, like the more critical envoy, he doesn't know the origin of his identity. But even if he said what he knew, it was enough for Luo Xiao to understand everything.

After Xiao Liu's recruitment was finished, there was nothing to ask, Luo Xiao asked him to repeat the words of his previous confession again, and found two differences. So the price that Xiaoliu paid was to be crushed by two more fingers.

After Xiao Liu finished repeating it for the third time in the screaming and crying, Luo Xiao, who had checked it correctly, reached out and twisted his neck, and in Xiao Liu's angry and horrified eyes, he only heard the last sentence in his life: "I only promised you to keep your fingers when you recruited, but I didn't say that I would keep your head." ”

"Crazy Sand Thieves!" Luo Xiao had heard of this gang of thieves when he was in Hongliu Town half a year ago, and had been framed as a gang member by Captain Yan Hong.

It is said that this is the most powerful and fierce one of the horse thieves in northern Xinjiang, there are not many people and horses, the total number is not more than 100 horses, but the strength is very strong, more than seventy percent are fourth-level soldiers, and the backbone of the "thirteen knives" are all fifth-level soldiers, headed by three masters, two are seventh-level warriors, and one is a sixth-level warrior. This kind of strength is worthy of a medium-sized Tule tribe, no wonder it can crisscross the Gobi and mix so well between the Tule people and the Wuyang Kingdom.

"Fortunately, this time it was the third master, the sixth-level crocodile warrior Tian Yiheng, as well as two of the thirteen knives, and twenty-three third-level and fourth-level horse thieves. Luo Xiao glanced at Chu Peng, whose chest had collapsed and was already dead, "Thirteen knives were broken, Wang Jiaoxi resisted Tian Yiheng, Wang Yanjie carried the other knife, Duan Qinglan, Shi Yuan and others were dealing with more than twenty horse thieves, they should be able to hold out for a while, so they have to hurry." ”

Although he was expelled without being trusted, after all, he was in the same door, and he still couldn't do it if he didn't save Luo Xiao when he died. Of course, he won't let himself fall into it easily. According to the results of intelligence analysis, with his high-end combat power, it is not impossible to rescue his fellow disciples and even defeat the wild sand thieves.

Luo Xiao is only worried about one unexpected factor now: "I don't know what the strength of that envoy is, if he is also a warrior and joins forces with Tian Yiheng, Wang Jiaoxi and the others will be in danger." ”

At this time, of course, Luo Xiao didn't know that there was indeed an accident factor, but it was different from what he imagined.

Luo Xiao led the three captured horses, one for himself, one for carrying grain, grass and water bladders, and one for spare. He had been in a hurry to get out, and had not retrieved his horse, which had been lost along with the hunting knife, bow and arrow that had been placed in the saddle. As a result, now with Chu Peng's Hundred Refining Knife and Jabbar's three-stone strong bow and two large bag arrows, they are all complete.

Luo Xiao turned over and got on the horse, and spurred the horse in the direction that Xiao Liu had guided before, and the sound of hooves was rapid, and he went away.

More than ten miles away, when the horse was speeding up for less than a moment, in order to get a good vision, Luo Xiao rushed to the sand dunes from time to time to look, hoping to find the enemy's traces. When he reached the top of a sand dune again, he was taken aback by what happened below.

Not far below the sand dunes, there are three riders galloping in front and four in the back, and it can be clearly seen that the three riders in the back are riding in front of the pursuit. And among the four riders, Luo Xiao actually knew half of them: Wang Yanjie and Duan Qinglan. The other two horsemen looked at the same outfits as Chu Peng and Jabbar, who were killed by him before, and it was obvious that they were wild sand thieves.

To Luo Xiao's surprise, the situation at the scene was not Wang Yanjie and Duan Qinglan fighting the wild sand thieves together, but Wang Yanjie and the wild sand thieves chasing and killing Duan Qinglan together.

What is the situation?! Could it be that Wang Yanjie is begging for his life to surrender to the enemy!

Just as Luo Xiao was thinking, Wang Yanjie had already chased after Duan Qinglan, who was obviously exhausted, and he did not draw his knife, but slammed Duan Qinglan's back with a horse whip in his hand.

Duan Qinglan listened to the wind debater, turned her head and stretched out her hand to grab the whip, and just when her palm was hot and painful, she heard Wang Yanjie laugh loudly: "Give me down!"

The horsewhip wrapped around Duan Qinglan's wrist like a snake, and a strong surge came, and Duan Qinglan was pulled off the horse's back alive and fell into the dust. When she rolled over and over again with inertia, the arrow in her back broke, and she fell into a whirlwind, and finally settled her body, the strong legs of the horse shuttled back and forth around the perimeter, stirring up smoke, and the hooves of the big bowl almost grazed her body, and almost trampled on her several times.

"Cough cough cough ......" Duan Qinglan couldn't help choking, her face was gray, her clothes were ragged, and half of her body was stained with blood, if she didn't look at her figure, she could hardly tell the gender.

Wang Yanjie stared at Duan Qinglan condescendingly and fiercely, covering his right cheek with one hand, and a knife mark with skin and flesh rolled was clearly visible. He bit and bit the back of his teeth, and finally resisted the desire to draw a knife, gritted his teeth and said: "If it weren't for the three masters to live, I would have to cut you off this cheap woman with a knife!"

Duan Qinglan laughed sadly, and spit out a bloody and muddy breath with laughter: "Capturing me alive is nothing more than to rip me alive, endure dim sum, Senior Brother Wang, maybe for your sake, the thieves will reward you with a chance to catch a knife, so that you can get what you want...... Hahahaha!"

Wang Yanjie's face looked extremely hideous against the backdrop of that terrifying knife mark, he slowly lowered his head, and a gloomy voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "You made me break my appearance, you say, should I repay it and let you break your body?"

Duan Qinglan trembled, her eyes showed a look of fear, and she suddenly jumped up with all her strength and pounced on a horse thief with a spear in hand. The horse thief subconsciously raised his gun, but Duan Qinglan did not dodge or dodge, and slammed into the tip of the gun - since it is difficult to escape death sooner or later, it is better to take the right of death into his own hands, at least to keep his innocence.

"Do you want to die?" The horsewhip in Wang Yanjie's hand rolled up, like a snake wrapping around Duan Qinglan's neck, and with a force, the latter was strangled and almost out of breath, rebounding and falling to the ground.

"She's yours. Wang Yanjie nodded at the two ill-intentioned horse thieves, "No matter what you want to do, you'd better hurry up, don't let the envoy and others be impatient." ”

The two horse thieves were smiling strangely and bent down to drag Duan Qinglan onto the horse, when suddenly a voice came from overhead: "It is said that the only death is difficult through the ages, and you won't let anyone want to die, is it too much?"