"Whew......!"

Dong Ping sat down and Bai Luo hissed, jumped up when he landed, and then fell heavily, and the camel's hooves the size of a pu fan suddenly stepped the head of a yellow wolf in front of him into the yellow sand.

Dong Ping's hand fell with a knife, and even the man and the wolf were cut in two. "What a precise knife!" Kurban sighed secretly, and with Dong Ping's precise knife, the camel knife man and the flying wolf rider also fought together.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Dong Ping rushed to kill in the flying wolf ride, and the hot blood stained his big body and soaked his clothes. The snow flew in his hands, and his life kept falling in his hands. At this time, he only had killing intent in his heart!

Three yellow wolves tore a camel to the south, and another camel to the north trampled two wolf heads...... In the midst of this desert where there is no water, there is a river of blood.

In the boundless scarlet, killing and the long-sealed past are constantly intertwined in front of Dong Ping's eyes.

He remembers a murder like this three years ago. Back then, he picked up a life from the lake of goodness, but what he wanted was to apologize for his sins with death. At that time, he voluntarily accepted the military order to exterminate the bandits. Alone, without the slightest cultivation, facing 132 bandits, it should be a dead end. Dong Ping originally thought that fighting to the death with the bandits could be regarded as heroic.

However, after seeing what those bandits were doing, Dong Ping suddenly realized why he wanted to die? Even these bandits with human faces and beast hearts can live in the world in a chic manner, so why did he, Dong Ping, want to die? Finally, at a celebration banquet, Dong Ping used the drugs he took from the bandits to charm the 132 bandits.

On a snowy night, Dong Ping hummed the Kunshan dialect and ruthlessly harvested the lives of the bandits with the knife in his hand. In the gorgeous scarlet, Dong Ping opened his heart with blood. And this time, Dong Ping wants to water his will with blood!

Feeling the sky-high killing intent emanating from Dong Ping's body, Kurban on one side couldn't help but tremble. He Kurban also boasted that he was beheaded by a thousand, and there were not a few wicked scum who died at his hands. But at this time, in the face of the killing intent that emerged from Dong Ping's body, he Kurban was also ashamed of himself. He couldn't think of where a scholar like Dong Ping came from. At this time, Kurban felt a faint fear of Dong Ping in his heart.

At this time, the two sides of the camel and wolf had fought to the extreme, but the thousands of heavily armored soldiers were staring at the front and not moving. They are useless in the cavalry fight, and even if their own side is defeated, they will not intervene in the battle between the Flying Wolf Rider and the Camel Knife Rider at this moment. But if the wolves are defeated, they will tear their enemies to pieces without mercy.

In the confrontation between the armies, it can be seen that Kurban and other people with advanced cultivation are powerful. Although Dong Ping has some skills, in the two armies, he can only defeat one enemy at most. But with a swing of Kurban's sword, seven or eight people were killed by him and fell to the ground. The Flying Wolf Rider is close to defeat, but these warriors of Western Xia are really like wild wolves, they would rather die than bite off the flesh and skin of their opponents!

Scold!

After Dong Ping cut off the head of the last flying wolf rider, they had to face the mighty heavy armor warriors! At this time, there were less than 100 camel swordsmen. With one enemy and five, the camel swordsman and the flying wolf rode a battle, which is considered a feat.

But one against a hundred?

Kurban's cheeks trembled, and he exclaimed, "Not afraid!"

Dong Ping glanced at him, and the meaning in his eyes was that the two of them knew.

In an instant, two horsemen are thousands, be the vanguard, and kill among the enemy army!

Dong Ping sang with a smile: "The mountain man begged the thief alone, and changed it to a big golden seal!"

A man is a good man, he has a knife in his hand, what if one is a hundred? Even if there are thousands of people, they will kill you!

Between the white blades, it is a mighty life-and-death struggle!

In the blood mist, a young man in his early twenties was suddenly pierced by ten spears. The young man was fearless, and even less depressed, and with the last of his strength, he swung his scimitar and slew the enemy's captives! He knew that if he did not fight at this moment, his people and parents would one day die at the hands of the enemy.

A man flipped and swayed on the back of a camel, his sword constantly reaping the lives of the enemy, but the camel was covered in bruises. The old camel does not die, only because the brother on his back has not yet fallen.

......

Kurban also asked Guo Yiwei if Li Xuanyuan really suffered, then why did they risk death to break the main city. Guo Yiwei just sighed, he didn't know what Li Xuanyuan's situation was now. However, the Xia people still keep building sand cities in the desert and plundering oases, which shows that the Xia people are not dead. In order to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger, in order to keep the desert peaceful, they had to fight this battle!

Kurban is a man of iron blood, and when he stabs his enemies, he also cuts off his own back path. In order to protect his people, Kurban has killed no less than 100 people, and in the endless killing, Kurban's physical strength has gradually depleted.

And Dong Ping had already put away the knife at this time, and he flicked his fingertips continuously, and an invisible finger qi could take away the lives of several people. Suddenly, seven or eight spears stabbed at the camel under Dong Ping's seat from different directions. These Xia people also know the truth that shooting people first shoots horses, and thieves capture kings first. Seeing that his mount was about to die under the enemy's gun, Dong Ping suddenly turned his upper body, and seven or eight finger qi flew out at the same time, penetrating the enemy's eyebrows. As soon as a wave died, another group of people poured in. Dong Ping kept casting his invisible finger qi, and in less than a moment, his true qi had dried up.

In an instant, more than a dozen spears attacked. Dong Ping whimpered, and saw a spear piercing into his thigh and stabbing into the flesh of the camel! Seeing that Dong Ping, who was still brave and unusually brave just now, was injured at this time, the rest of the people attacked even more!

Dong Ping snorted and his fingers popped out.

Shout!

The head of a person in front of him flew out violently, and just now Dong Ping shot an inch of sword out of thin air. At the moment when the sword was shot, Dong Ping had a clear understanding.

There is no knife in the hand, but there is a knife in the heart.

Dong Ping finally knew what he was missing from breaking through, and he lacked a trace of obsession with knives. Although there is no knife in his hand, his heart is full of edge!

Suddenly, a wave of swords strangled the enemy troops around Dong Ping. The desert suddenly changed color, and the luck between heaven and earth fluctuated, just to see a large funnel condensed by the vast luck that was spinning wildly above Dong Ping's head.

With the blessing of atmospheric luck, Dong Ping actually wanted to log in to the Heaven Stealing Realm!

Kurban felt the fluctuations in the fortune of heaven and earth, and only then did he realize that Dong Ping was actually about to break through the realm of cultivation at this juncture! He couldn't help but shout in the desert language: "Gather all here, don't let the enemies break through one by one!"

Kurban issued this order, firstly, to protect Dong Ping, and secondly, to see that if he continued to fight single-handedly, it would be a defeat.

As soon as Kurban finished speaking, the remaining seventy camel swordsmen gathered towards him desperately. The fierce camel knife man will eventually turn himself into a sharp knife!

At this time, Dong Ping was immersed in a mysterious realm and couldn't extricate himself. When refining the state of mind, all he saw was the small circulation of true qi in his body. And when he entered the Heaven Stealing Realm, what he saw was a great cycle of luck between heaven and earth. Countless luck wandered in his hands, as if he could steal the sky with a single hand!

The camel swordsmen gathered together really doubled their combat power, and they turned into long knives in a line, and roamed through the Xia Dynasty army at great speed. For a while, Xia Jun, who still had some rules, was suddenly shocked.

This invincible sword soldier born in the desert has become more and more sharp in the tempering of blood and death!

The wind curtain around Guo Yiwei and Tuoba Lie's bodies in the rear also gradually dissipated, and the huge scars left on the two of them seemed to tell the desert how tragic the silent battle between the two of them was.

Guo Yiwei spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face was like gold paper.

Tuobari, on the other hand, fell to the ground, and the sand hammer in his hand was blown away by the wind.

Buried in the desert is Tuoba Lie's fate. But if he wants to be more profitable, then this fate is Guo Yiwei's.

Guo Yiwei picked up the scimitar covered with sand, his eyes were indifferent, and he walked forward.

At this time, a drizzle fell in the desert.

If you haven't been to the desert, you won't know how small this rain is. It is so small that it is scattered when it is blown by the wind, and it is so small that it cannot soak a grain of sand. But the dust has settled.

......

At night, there was another red sand in the desert.

Forty-six people, riding camels, went east to meet the sunrise. Behind them, flowers of blood bloom.