At the same time that Luo Xiao was surrounded, more than ten miles away from the two sand mountains, the disciples of the Xiuwu Hall led by Wang Zhong were also surrounded by the bandits of the wild sand.

"Crazy Sand Thief! Tian Yiheng!" Wang Chong has also been out of the fortress many times to carry out tasks, and he knows something about this gang of strong beams outside the fortress, and when he saw the strange sickle-shaped blade next to the saddle of the thief's head, he couldn't help but blurt out exclaim, and then he finally understood who he was provoking, "You attacked and killed my disciples last night!"

"With a bit of eyesight, they actually recognized me. The third master, Tian Yi, pulled the skin of the scarf and smiled without moving, "You should be grateful to me for these disciples." ”

"What?

"There was still a shroud for a few of them when they died, and the beasts wouldn't touch the long-dead corpse except for the scavenging vultures. But you are not so lucky, and if you die, you will only be dismembered by wolves. Tian Yiheng looked confident, "You say, do you want to thank me for your disciples?"

When the disciples of the Xiuwu Hall heard this, their faces were so angry that they all turned red, and they scolded one after another. Shi Yuan, who lost his best friend, raised his spear, rushed out with his horse, and was about to rush past Wang Chong, when Wang Chong stretched out his arms, grabbed the reins, and stopped.

"Teach!"

"The enemy is strong and I am weak, don't come nonsense!" Wang Chong had just withdrawn his breath sense, and he already knew the enemy's strength, and because of this, his heart was even more like lead. The leader of the thieves on the opposite side is only stronger than himself, not weaker, and more than half of the more than 20 thieves who surrounded them are fourth-order, among which two thieves are fifth-order, and the rest are third-order. In this way, the opponent will eat his party to death regardless of combat power or quantity.

"I want to know why?" Wang Chong took a deep breath, his tiger eyes were like lightning, and he sucked Tian Yiheng's eyes tightly, "Our Yishui Xiuwutang and your wild sand thieves have always been innocent and have no enmity, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, why should we harm our disciples, and even more so kill them all?"

"For the sake of the beasts that you will be eaten to the bone, I can grant you this dying wish. Tian Yiheng had a playful evil taste, looking at the pale faces of the disciples of the Xiuwutang, and he smiled very happily, "We are robbers, just for money, so we take people's money and eliminate disasters with others." Got it?"

Wang Chong's pupils shrank, and his eyes became even more confused: "I see...... But what I don't understand is that my Wang has indeed offended many fellow disciples, and if they come at me, it would be fine, but why don't even these young disciples who have never been out of the jam and who have not even had mission experience let go......

"It's useless for you to ask me. Tian Yi pointed horizontally and vertically at his chest and shook it leisurely, "We just collect money, regardless of cause and effect...... Well, it's getting late, so let's get on the road early, and the brothers have to eat breakfast. ”

Tian Yiheng's gesture of no one in his eyes finally angered Wang Chong - or rather, it was the other party's unsparing decision that aroused Wang Chong's will to die!

Wang Zhong took out a flail from the weapon next to the saddle and drove the horse towards the horse thief on the right flank! The horse thief here was the majority of the third-order horse thieves, and it was the weakest link in the encirclement.

Wang Yanjie also shouted vigilantly: "Follow the teaching and rush out!"

A group of disciples took out their blades one after another, galloped with their horses, and rushed out after Wang Chong.

The iron-clad short stick at the front of the flail struck the horse's head heavily, and in the sound of bone cracking, the war horse fell down with a cry of sorrow, and the thieves on the horse's back were also swept away. Wang Chong's wrist flicked, and the end of his long stick struck the other horse thief. The thief had only time to draw his knife against the long stick, but he did not prevent the short stick at the front end from being flung forward by inertia, past the blade, and smashed on his head. Poof! Burst like a watermelon.

"Death to those who stand in my way!" Wang Chong grabbed the horse's belly violently, and danced the flail like a wheel, whirring in the wind, and the remnants of the sticks were terrifying. Several horse thieves who could not avoid them were bumped and scratched by the flywheel-like stick shadow, bringing up their eyes full of rags and flesh, screaming and panicking.

In an instant, Wang Chong broke through the encirclement and led his disciples to fight his way out of the encirclement. As for the remains of Xu Yunkai and a few other disciples, they can only be abandoned, and they can't even take care of the living, so they can still take care of the dead?

After Shi Yuanchong broke off at the end of the team, a shot slammed into the ribs of a horse thief, blood splattered, and the opponent's knife also swept over his shoulder, scraping off a piece of flesh on the ground.

"Shi Yuan, don't fight, go quickly!" a disciple in front of him shouted.

Shi Yuan's face turned pale for a while, he pressed the wound with one hand, blood continued to overflow from his fingers, and the tip of the spear was poked the horse's buttocks, and the war horse neighed and rushed forward.

Just then, there was a strange whistling in the air. Before Shi Yuan could react to what the situation was, a sharp edge struck from behind him, and Shi Yuan instinctively erected a spear. With a pop, the barrel of the gun was cut off, and at the same time, his great head was cut off.

"Shi Yuan-" Duan Qinglan, who happened to look back and see this bloody scene, let out a sad scream, although she didn't have much friendship with Shi Yuan, but the sadness and fear of the rabbit and the fox made her weak and almost fell off the horse.

In the midst of the wild sand bandits, Tian Yiheng indifferently withdrew the blood-stained chain and sickle, and brazenly ordered: "Collect the blade and take the bow, shoot them all for me, and don't let go of one!"

The bandits of the wild sand took their bows and arrows, whistled in all directions, and jumped with their horses, and arrows rained down.

A disciple who fell at the end was instantly shot into a hedgehog, screaming and falling off the horse, because the physical defense of the warrior was quite strong, it was equivalent to wearing an armor, although he fell off the horse, he did not die immediately. As a result, the thieves trampled on the horses, and the smoke and dust rose.

Less leaning, the wild sand thief suddenly roared and dispersed, revealing the tragic state of the disciple's inhuman form.

The rest of the disciples looked back as they ran, hoping to see a miracle, but when they saw this bloody and tragic scene, they were all horrified, and they ran away with their horses.

How could the riding skills of the Wild Sand Thieves be comparable to those of these Martial Arts Cultivation Hall disciples? Three or two times caught up, the bowstring sounded densely, and the rain of arrows covered it one after another.

However, few of the disciples came out of the fortress this time with pure military equipment such as shields, and how many fourth- and fifth-order martial artists could understand the mysteries of the Yuanli shield? Even Luo Xiao, who had never lacked vitality, had not yet begun to cultivate this kind of mystery when he was in the fourth order.

So under the random arrows, everyone became hedgehogs. Those who could endure the pain ran wildly in the saddle, and those who could not bear the pain rolled off the saddle...... After the hooves scurried, only a bloody corpse was left on the ground of the moraine.

Everything confirmed the boast of the three masters of the Wild Sand Thieves, Tian Yiheng, who was full of anger before, and the battle was completely one-sided. As long as this continues for a moment and a half, there are only a few reconnaissance teams left, and the whole team will be wiped out.

However, that old chai, although he is not even a martial artist, but his riding skills far surpass those of the disciples, and he is even stronger than the wild sand thief. In the dust, only the shadow of his constantly shaking horse could be faintly seen, and half an arrow could not fall on him.

"Let's go, let's go, no one is allowed to stop!" the king shouted and urged, but on the contrary, his horse slowed down—the situation was extremely dangerous today, and he had to break off for his disciples, otherwise he was afraid that no one but him would be able to escape. At this time, if he can save one by one, if he is all folded here, even if he escapes alone, what face will he have to return to Xiuwutang?

When the few remaining disciples rushed past him with a sharp pant, Wang Chong's heart couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness, there were ten disciples coming, but at this time there were only three left......

In Wang Chong's angry roar, the flail spun like the wind, and a white hazy energy overflowed with the shadow of the stick, and the dense arrows were like hitting an invisible curtain wall, breaking and collapsing, flying in all directions.

The remaining three disciples, who had been covered by Wang Chong, finally got a chance to breathe, beat their horses like flying, saddled and galloped, and gradually escaped the threat of arrows from the wild sand thieves.

As Wang Chong's riding slowed down, thieves soon caught up, but before he could get close, he was knocked over by the flail. The rest of the thieves also understood that it was not this person's opponent, so they bypassed Wang Zhong one after another and chased after the three disciples.

Wang Zhong immediately picked up speed and wanted to intercept first. However, before he could act, he was intercepted - by a speeding scythe, to be exact.

The scythe roared, striking the light curtain alive and slashing down.

Wang Zhong bowed his head in time, and the flying sickle swept by, shaved his hair in a bun, and suddenly his hair was scattered, describing it as poignant.

Tian Yiheng's blow missed, his wrist sank and retracted, the flying sickle swirled, and the iron chain and the chain of the flail in Wang Chong's hand were suddenly entangled. Tian Yiheng laughed and sprinted with his horse, and dragged it with horsepower.

Wang Chong resolutely let go - it was not that he was not strong, but that he could not entangle and compete with Tian Yiheng, otherwise not only would he fall into a siege again, but the three disciples would also be in danger.

As soon as Wang Chong's weapon was taken out of his hand, a shot stabbed rapidly from the side. Wang Chong didn't have time to dodge, the tip of the gun stabbed him in the shoulder, his clothes were torn, and the tip of the gun was half a point into the flesh. But it was only half a point into the flesh, and it couldn't be pierced anymore - the Xuanwu's physical defense was not given for nothing.

Wang Chong grabbed the barrel of the spear with his hands, shouted with both arms, and picked his opponent off the horse, threw it several feet, and smashed the other thief off the horse.

Another thief rushed diagonally and slashed at the head of Wang Chong's horse, which was the idea of shooting the man first and the horse first. However, Wang Chong took the advantage of a long soldier and stabbed the thief off his horse first.

In addition to some of the thieves chasing and killing the remaining three disciples, the rest of the thieves surrounded Wang Chong, the horses neighed and roared, and the swords and hooves made the smoke and dust rise, and they couldn't see the situation clearly for a while.

Tian Yiheng wanted to make a move several times, but Wang Chong kept drilling into the wild sand bandits, and his flying sickle was easy to hurt his own people in such a chaotic battle.

Wang Yanjie, who had been out of the encirclement dozens of feet away, was fighting with the chasing thieves, and looked back anxiously, seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse. Wang Yanjie stabbed two times in succession, slashing and slashing the thief to force the thief to retreat again and again, and turned his head to Duan Qinglan and the others: "This can't be done, without Wang Jiaoxi, even if we escape for a while, we will eventually be caught up by the wild sand thieves, who will protect us at that time?"

Duan Qinglan's lips were chapped, her cheeks and arms were scratched by arrows, and she even stuck a few feather arrows in her back, and hissed, "Senior Brother Wang, what do you say?"

"You entangle these thieves, I'll help Wang teach you!" Wang Yanjie turned around, slapped the horse's buttocks with the blade, and rushed towards the encirclement.

"Senior Brother Wang......" Duan Qinglan and the other disciple couldn't say anything anymore, so they could only fight hard with the thieves, hoping to help the two.

When Wang Zhong killed the fifth sand thief, he was finally cut off by Tian Yi.

Tian Yiheng cut off the gun with a single blow, Wang Zhong immediately threw out the broken gun, Tian Yiheng didn't care at all, and the flying sickle was cut down, and the gun and the horse's head were cut off together.

Wang Chong had already seen the opportunity to jump, jumped on the back of another wild sand thief, snatched the saber with his hand, and at the same time held down the thief's neck and pulled the blade, and threw the corpse off the horse, raising his knife to block the violent attack of the flying sickle.

At this moment, Wang Yanjie rushed into the encirclement and appeared on Wang Chong's side.

Wang Chong was furious when he saw it: "What's the matter with you?"

Wang Yanjie said loudly: "We can't get rid of the teaching, and we will also be unable to escape death!"

Wang Zhong swung his knife and struck a blow to the flying sickle, as his head swayed, his messy hair exploded countless small beads of sweat, and his face was covered with mud and blood plasma, as if he had applied a layer of blood-colored mud, and said hoarsely: "That's it, I will protect you and rush out together......"

"Rush out, give me death!" Tian Yiheng screamed, and with a scythe, he actually slashed at Wang Yanjie.

"Let's go—ah!" Wang Zhong pushed Wang Yanjie away with one hand, and swung his knife at the flying sickle with the other. But at this moment, there was a sharp pain in his ribs, which hurt his heart and spleen, and he couldn't help but let out a terrible roar - he turned around sharply, only to see Wang Yanjie with a crazy face, stabbing a pseudo-spirit weapon short blade into his chest and lungs.

"Why, why ......"

Wang Chong's eyes were unbelievably blood-red, and a large amount of blood foamed out with every word he spat out...... The cold light flashed, the sickle passed through his throat, and in the splash of blood, Wang Chong's burly body fell from the horse's back and fell heavily into the dust.