Xiaoyaozi knew what these lamas must be trying to do, but he couldn't see it.

Because the behavior of these lamas is really weird. This is also the difference between the Central Plains martial arts and the Western Regions martial arts, the Central Plains martial arts, especially the famous and decent ones, as long as you make a move, most people can guess which school you belong to, and those who are proficient in martial arts can even know which move can be cracked with other moves.

However, the martial arts of the Western Regions are completely undisciplined. There may be rules, but their rules and the rules of the Central Plains martial arts are completely different concepts.

The lamas turned in circles and said words as if they were witches.

Xiaoyaozi would not stand still and watch the lamas chanting some incantations there, and he stabbed another sword.

But this time, Xiaoyaozi's sword failed.

Will the sword fail?

No.

What is that invalid?

It's Xiaoyaozi's sword energy.

Xiaoyaozi's sword with sword qi stabbed towards the lama in the air, but the lama did not react, nor did he fall down without a wound, and continued to do the same strange movements.

At this time, Xiaoyaozi was a little nervous, if his sword qi and strength could not be mobilized, it would be a little difficult to deal with these people.

Xiaoyaozi tried hard again: "The sword flower withers, and the flower is like a flower, not a flower." In an instant, countless remnant sword shadows flew towards the lamas like several arrows.

However, the closer they got to the lama, the shadows of the remnants of the sword seemed to disappear and suddenly disappeared.

Xiaoyaozi's heart sank, it's over, if he is in trouble, if he doesn't have sword energy, his sword can only cut or stab people at most, then he can only fight with these lamas in close combat.

In close combat, one against several, Xiaoyaozi will definitely have a disadvantage.

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi suddenly remembered that when he was in the Medicine King Valley, there was still a small amount of ten-spice soft tendon powder left in the ten spices he used, although the dosage may not be enough, but it should still be able to start working.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyaozi hurriedly took out the ten incense soft tendons and scattered them towards the lamas with lightning speed.

The lamas were busy with their own affairs, chanting mantras, and they didn't take Xiaoyaozi's behavior seriously at all.

They recite the Vajra mantra, which requires a group of lamas to be effective, which is equivalent to forming an invisible copper wall for themselves.

But Xiaoyaozi's ten fragrant soft tendons are also miraculous things. After sprinkling the ten incense soft tendons, Xiaoyaozi sneered, and once again used his most elegant move, "The sword flower withers and the flower is like a flower, not a flower!"

The phantom once again slammed down on the lamas' bodies like a storm.

The lamas still chanted the mantra, and everyone felt that their vajra mantra was definitely invincible and there would be no problem.

But in fact, this is not the case.

This time, Xiaoyaozi's sword flower withered and stabbed several lamas directly, and the only one who was not injured was Dathola. Several others were stabbed with sword wounds of varying severity.

"Count you ruthless, you wait for me, don't run if you have the ability!" Dathra, after saying viciously, turned around and ran back in the opposite direction.

Several other lamas, along with Tathara, limped away.

Only the corpse of their elder brother was left, and Sanjay, who was missing an arm.

Sanjay was still there with self-love and self-pity, but when he saw that his second senior brother had run away, he struggled to stand up and wanted to go together.

But how could Xiaoyaozi let him go so easily?

Anyone who thinks that way about Xiaoyaozi has to die. This is the rule of Xiaoyaozi.

"Say, fatty, how do you want to die?" Xiaoyaozi clasped his hands to his chest and looked at the fat man with a smile, as if he was watching a joke.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, please, let me go. The fat man curled up in front of Xiaoyaozi like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

Xiaoyaozi didn't care, "If you had just let go when I said let go in the third stab, maybe I wouldn't have killed you, but now, it's too late." With that, Xiaoyaozi jerked the sword out of its scabbard.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, the blade let out a long roar. It was this long whistle that directly made Sanjay pee.

A clear liquid, running down Sanjay's crotch, dripping onto the sand and making a "tick-tock" sound.

Xiaoyaozi felt funny.

Some people only realize their mistakes at the end of their lives.

Some mistakes can be corrected and reversed. But some, no.

Today, Sanjay must die.

Xiaoyaozi especially wanted to give Sanjay a trick, the sword flower withered and the flower was like a flower, so that Sanjay was basically overdue. But Xiaoyaozi hesitated, and after all, he didn't use that move, which was too cruel for a person who wouldn't fight back.

Can you imagine a person's flesh being separated by layers like fish scales?

Xiaoyaozi has only used this trick against one person in his life, and he has used this trick without fighting back, and that picture has never been forgotten by Xiaoyaozi to this day.

Xiaoyaozi just waved lightly and cut Sanjay's throat with his sword qi.

Sanjay fell straight backwards like a fat man who couldn't stand on his feet.

Xiaoyaozi looked down at her sword. The sword was covered in blood and was already dirty.

Xiaoyaozi is a person who loves cleanliness, and he loves cleanliness very much.

He rubbed the sword against Sanjay's clothes a few times, and only then did he put the sword back in its scabbard until there was no blood on the sword.

Xiaoyaozi has not yet walked out of the Desert of Death, and he does not know where to go or how far to go.

However, Da Mengla's whereabouts just now gave Xiaoyaozi a good hint. Since Dathra and Sanjay came from that side, they would definitely be able to get out of the desert by going this way.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help but worry about the caravan that began to travel with him. It seems that they are going in the right direction, and the people of the caravan must have taken the wrong way, and they are greeted by a unknown of what it will be.

Xiaoyaozi didn't have time to think about that, and the only thing he thought about now was to hurry out of the Death Desert.

Walking in the direction of Tamonla's departure, about an hour later, Xiaoyaozi smiled.

He saw the end of the desert.

It was a white town, though it was only a small town, but it marked the border of the Desert of Death. When you get there, you belong to one of the 10% that are alive.

Xiaoyaozi is one of these 10%.

He walked briskly towards the town, Xiaoyaozi who walked through this desert of death was actually lucky, although he met a few lamas and encountered sand thieves, but this was not too much pressure for Xiaoyaozi.

He didn't encounter giant desert lizards, nor sandstorms or tornadoes.

So, he was lucky.