With a hiss, the neck of Gosim, the leader of the charcoal burning party, was cut by the Damascus scimitar with a palm-wide wound, and the rapidly beating heart pumped out a large amount of blood, from the thick carotid artery wound, suddenly formed a hissing sound, and the soft sound of a flat tire.

Ye Zhiqiu watched as the leader of the desert bandits reached out and held his neck, trying to plug the wound that was constantly bleeding, but dark red blood continued to ooze from his fingers.

"Your good days are over! You may succeed a few times in a dirty deal, but you can never win forever!

Ye Zhiqiu knew that the target person was not dead, and he was not ready to talk nonsense, so he turned around on the spot and kicked sideways, and the head of Gosim, the leader of the Charcoal Burning Party, was suddenly kicked away, and the cervical vertebrae with broken wounds were still hanging slender nerves, and blood gushed out from the blood vessels, although it was steaming, it quickly lost its vitality and became lumps.

At this moment, Ali, who was known for his cowardice and cowardice, Gosim's own brother, got up and saw the corpse of his brother, and collapsed to the ground in fright, and a puddle of dark yellow water seeped under his fine white silk trousers.

Ye Zhiqiu sighed, didn't attack the coward who peed his pants, directly turned over and jumped off the steel heavy chariot, and ran towards the White Camel Mountain caravan. Seeing the dangerous sharpshooter/Scud/swordsman leave, the look of fear on Ali's face disappeared instantly, and he slowly stood up, glanced at his brother's corpse obliquely, snorted coldly, stepped forward and knelt on one knee, and removed Gosim's left hand ring.

"The charcoal burner is in your hands, reduced to the level of hyenas fighting for carrion for a living, and I'm fed up with you. Next, it's time for me Ali!"

He stood on the steam chariot, indifferent to the steel beast worth a thousand gold under his feet, stretched out his right hand and put two fingers in his mouth, and blew out vigorously, and with a sharp whistle, a tall and burly camel was commanded, and trotted over with a brisk pace.

Ali leaped between the camel's humps and gently clamped his legs, and the spiritual desert boat, carefully trained by the animal trainer, immediately obeyed his master's orders, left the battlefield in the middle of battle, and ran in the direction in which he had come.

The wind swept up the yellow sand, obscuring everyone's vision, and it didn't take long for Ali and the camels to disappear completely, and the traces of their hooves and feet were quickly buried by the wind and sand, as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, the steel chariots, which had lost the command of their leader Gosim and had maintained their harassment tactics, quickly consumed most of their coal and water, and they had to stop and prepare to send someone to ask for instructions on what to do next.

However, under the cover of the sand and dust raised by the steel beast, the poisonous snake summoned by the snake master had already lurked in the nearby sand unconsciously.

By the time the steam engine overheated, the steel chariot had to stop to catch its breath, and the cunning vipers sneaked into the enemy's interior, brazenly slamming the vehicle-mounted combatants with a deadly snake kiss.

Even the heralds who got out of the car and ran to the leader's car could not escape the trap set by the snake master, and the vipers, startled by the vibration of the sand, launched a lightning-fast catapult attack, usually the ankle of the target.

Even if someone wears tough leather boots, this level of protection cannot stop the fangs of a poisonous snake at all, and once the venom is injected into the human body, it is comparable to the poison of seven steps, and after the herald runs three steps with all his might, it paralyzes their hearts.

In just ten breaths, the snake master alone killed nearly half of the enemies by hunting the baby vipers with superior instincts.

The gangsters of the Charcoal Burner Party fell into a deadly trap, and the clever people had sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly broke away from the steel chariot and rushed into the vast sea of sand alone.

There are many more who are lucky and decide to get out of the car together and fight against the ubiquitous poisonous snakes. These elites who are half-businessmen and half-bandits, once they are ruthless, also show a good team spirit, and with the strict protection of back-to-back, they cut down a bunch of poisonous snakes that are eager to try.

Dozens of snake heads were bouncing and struggling on the hot sand, and the corners of the eyes of the distressed snake master were twitching, and in order to avoid more losses, the old man could only blow the flute to appease the wild nature of the poisonous snakes and guide them back to the distance.

Since the boxer mage who adheres to the precepts is unwilling to kill, and will only fight to protect the innocent people in the caravan, so next, it is the turn of the desert sword girl, the Loulan mercenary brother and the qin girl who has mastered the mysterious sound killing technique, but it is Ye Zhiqiu who is faster than them, and he launched an attack first.

Although his mouth was full of sand swallowed by the leopard's breathing method, and his throat was very unpleasant, Ye Zhiqiu's power skills were not only a temporary increase in explosive power, but also a short-range high-speed charge.

After spitting out three mouthfuls of mortar, Ye Zhiqiu jumped forward, landed on his right heel, and then his left leg was round on the ground, and the Damascus scimitar in his right hand also followed with an arc, cutting the air quickly, sending out a vacuum shock wave similar to a wind blade.

"Secret technique, crescent moon celestial chong!"

In the blink of an eye, the two charcoal burner bandits who were defending back-to-back were slashed to the ground by the vacuum blades coming from the side, and the wounds on their arms were deep to the bone, and what was even more terrifying was that the shock wave of this blow was like a penetrating force, which made a mess of their internal organs, especially their hearts and lungs, and it was a mess.

The two desert sword girls who were covered in camouflage were fortunate enough to see this scene, and couldn't help but be impressed by the oriental boy who was in a unique pose not far away, with their knowledge and knife skills, they couldn't cut through the atmosphere and send out a similar shock wave, which was a secret skill that even the elders might not be able to master.

The two of them glanced at each other, both of them showed interested looks, and then remembered their duties, especially the mercenary brother from Dongfang Loulan, who pulled out a whip in the air, and bent the steel knife in the hands of the charcoal burning party bandits, and even tore the hand holding the knife apart, which shows how terrible the impact of this terrible soft weapon is.

"These terrible Orientals! Martial arts have developed to such a high level, no wonder they will become the overlord of the East, and even the Divine Whip has been expelled from their original territory and come to fight us for territory. ”

The woman's body is soft and graceful, especially the heavily trained desert sword, whose body is as soft as a camel's mane, dancing with the wind, like the legendary beautiful snake, quietly approaching the opponent's side.

They melted into the sand of the sudden wind, and the brown gauze was the best disguise, and before the charcoal burner could react, the thin-bladed scimitar of the desert knife was wiped through the neck.

Dark red blood erupted rapidly, and the wind grew stronger, but the battle began to slowly come to an end.