However, the shield bearer saved up enough strength of the double shield, but he failed to block the Cold Moon Treasure Knife as expected, and the knife move was only halfway through, but he drew a strange arc in mid-air, and turned to attack the left side of the shield holder's emptiness, which made the shield holder's double shield that was blocked with all his strength suddenly fall short, and the blood in his chest suddenly churned, and an extremely depressed feeling hit his heart.

The shield bearer knew that something was wrong, and the shield in his right hand retreated to the left to block the attack of the Cold Moon Treasure Knife, and the shield in his left hand simply attacked Xu Yang with the power of the wave just now.

It was also the first time in this fight that the shield-wielder had taken the initiative, though he was clearly forced to change his strategy.

Xu Yang's offensive was too difficult to stop, which forced him to change his strategy, and if he didn't change, he would definitely die.

Xu Yang's knife momentum did not decrease, and he slashed the shield of his right hand with a knife, leaving a deep knife mark on the shield surface, and then took advantage of the momentum to bounce the blade and cut out, heading straight for the neck of the shield holder.

The shield bearer didn't care at this time, the left shield continued to swing in the direction, and the blade on the side of the shield, under the light of the scorching August sun, flashed with a cold metallic luster, and struck at Xu Yang's chest.

It's a lose-lose game.

Xu Yang naturally won't let him succeed, whether in terms of speed or in the comparison of strength, Xu Yang is crushing this master in yellow with a shield, the reason why he has not been able to solve the opponent is really when a person does not seek merit but seeks no fault, martial arts sometimes cannot solve all problems.

However, when Xu Yang turned around, it was only a matter of time before the other party was defeated.

At this time, Xu Yang naturally refused to risk being injured to fight with the other party, but this was also a good opportunity, and he would not let it go.

Xu Yang's right hand knife momentum remained unchanged, still heading straight towards the vital point of the opponent's neck, and the entire right side of his body was completely exposed to the enveloping range of the left hand shield, but when the shield bearer was happy in his heart, and his hand was reinforced, and he wanted to kill Xu Yang again, Xu Yang's blade had already wiped his neck.

The strength of the shield-bearer's whole body was instantly lost with the surging blood, and the left shield also continued to move forward weakly for a few inches, and finally stopped its route less than half a foot from Xu Yang's chest.

This half foot is the distance between life and death.

"Pounce, pounce. With two sounds, the two shields fell to the sand, and the bearer fell to his knees weakly.

The last thing he saw before he died was Xu Yang in white, his ghostly figure rising into the air again, chasing his colleague who should have run far away.

At least, he stopped Xu Yang for a long time, and his colleague should be safe, right?

When I closed my eyes, the world went dark.

Luo Song has been running hard, he has received a lot of training in his life, and some training often makes him feel worse than dead.

However, he persevered in everything, which also allowed him to pass many tests, from a white Ding, to successfully become a pro-military academy of the Royal Forest Army, although the official position is not high, only the sixth grade, but at least he can lead dozens of people to satisfy his vanity.

And he's only twenty-eight years old, and he still has a lot of time to run in a higher position.

Just like this time, with the army marching out, it is the best time to brush up on meritorious deeds.

However, at this moment, he felt that his usual training was too insufficient, at least there was no training that could make him run faster and faster.

The blazing air in the desert felt extremely uncomfortable every breath he took into his lungs, as if he had forced a whole handful of hot sand into his body, but even so, Luo Song still desperately gulped for breath, trying to get even a little more physical strength from it, so that he could run faster.

Along the way, he led his men to ambush many rebels, and at that time he was a chaser, watching the rebel scouts scatter like panicked yellow deer, and then they were chased by himself or his own men, paralyzed to the ground, and finally easily cut off their heads.

However, at this moment, he is the prey, he has become the running yellow deer, he is afraid that the shadow-like existence behind him will suddenly appear every moment and cut off his head.

Although his subordinates tried their best to stop the killing god, how long could he stop it with his own strength?

Thinking of this, Luo Song once again took a full breath of hot air, forcibly increased his speed, and continued to chase after the Qing army brigade in front.

The figure of the rear team can already be vaguely seen in the distance, if he gives himself a little more time, he will definitely be able to catch up with the team, then at that time, even if the god-killing martial arts are high, he will definitely not have the courage to face the officers and soldiers of the brigade head-on, and his fate is saved.

However, God always likes to play tricks on people, and despair often follows after hope, just when Luo Song thought he was about to successfully get rid of his doom, he heard the sound of breaking the sky above his head, and then saw a thin figure falling from the sky not far ahead.

Isn't that who is the God of Killing?

Luo Song slowly stopped.

He only blamed himself for running too slowly, and his companion bought himself at least half a pillar of incense time, if he acted quickly......

It's a pity that there aren't so many ifs, Xu Yang leaned on the Cold Moon Treasure Knife, looking at him with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling, just like looking at a dead person.

In his eyes, Luo Song was already a dead man, even if his martial arts skills were higher than the previous one, but in Xu Yang's eyes, non-first-class masters could kill him.

Even if he is a first-class master, Xu Yang is not impossible to solve, but it may cost more.

Carrying out the ambush mission, he only brought four subordinates with low martial arts, and his light skills were also ordinary, and these three conditions obviously proved that the man in yellow in front of him could never be the elite of the masters in Ouchi.

If it is an elite, the time just now is enough for him to catch up with the ranks in front of him, then his plan will have to be changed again.

Thankfully he wasn't.

Xu Yang, who was in a good mood, decided to give the other party a chance.

He is not a person who loves to kill, if the other party knows each other, Xu Yang is not unable to let him go temporarily.

"Do you want to die, or do you want to live?" Xu Yang said jokingly.

Nonsense, Luo Song secretly scolded in his heart, who doesn't want to live anymore?

However, years of experience have made him understand that if he still wants to live at this time, then the price he needs to pay may not be able to bear it.

Thinking about the old man and his wife at home, he really didn't dare to take risks.

Collusion with traitors will be punished.

He didn't dare to gamble, and he was even more unwilling to gamble on his own life and the life of his whole family.

He no longer hesitated.

He drew his sword.

Only death is the glory of a warrior.

The answer was obvious, Xu Yang shook his head.

Then, give him a ride.