"Bang!" A shot fired.
The leading guide fell down, shot in the chest, gushed blood and fell directly to the ground.
The leading middle-aged man looked at the guide falling to the ground, rushed directly to carry it for him, and continued to rush here.
Bandits such as one eyed tigers ride horses, which may affect the speed of progress on the sand, but when the horses set foot on the solid land of the oasis, the speed soared instantly.
"Drive!" While shouting, several bandits threw out a rope and put it around the camel's neck.
The camel's neck was tied by a rope and stopped moving at once.
"Leave the green mountain without worrying about firewood. Don't want the camel first. Let's go!" The headed middle-aged man roared.
With that, they gave up their camels and continued to run in the direction of Shen Feng.
"Ha ha, I see where you're going!" The one eyed tiger gave a ferocious smile and the fierce horse under his crotch roared. He suddenly chased up. After entering the range, the rope in his hand was thrown out and directly sleeved on the only female player.
"Ah!"
The woman screamed, and her body retreated back from the Lord.
"Wenhua!" The man with glasses who was closest to the woman roared and desperate to pull her, but the other party was a horse. He was just a person, not an opponent at all, and was pulled over.
"It's over." The head of the middle-aged man looked at the two men being pulled away and the bandits close at hand, with a look of despair on his face.
"Drive..." the bandits lined up a horse array and surrounded several people in the center. The horse hoofs aroused bursts of smoke and dust.
Although these eight people have guns in their hands, there are too many bandits, and they are disabled and defeated generals. They can only point at each other and dare not shoot.
Because as long as they shoot, they must be instantly screened by the guns in the bandits' hands, not to mention that there are hostages in each other's hands.
"Run, you keep running."
The one eyed tiger came slowly on his horse, stared at the middle-aged man with one eye and said with a grim smile.
He also held a rope in his hand, and a woman was tied to the other end of the rope.
With that, he pulled the woman over and tore off the scarf covering her face. The woman was twenty-five or six years old with glasses. The scarf was torn off to reveal a delicate face.
"Tut tut Tut, it's not worth our brothers running so far to meet such a beauty." The one eyed tiger laughed.
"Ha ha..." all the bandits laughed.
"Don't touch her. You're kind of coming at me!" A man pressed on the ground by bandits roared.
The man was desperate to save her just now, but no one saved her, but he compensated himself.
"Come to you, which onion are you?" A bandit stepped on his face and laughed wildly.
"Wuwuwuwu..." the woman can't do anything now. She can only cry helplessly.
"Why did you attack us!" The headed middle-aged man bit his teeth and drank coldly to the one eyed tiger.
"Do we need a reason to attack you?" The one eyed tiger laughed and said, "if you have to have a reason, then you stepped into my territory and killed my people."
"Kill?" The middle-aged man was surprised. They had never killed anyone since they entered the desert.
"One eyed tiger, you may have misunderstood. We haven't killed anyone at all, let alone seen your people." The wounded guide looked very weak.
"Hum, even if you didn't do it, you just hurt many of my brothers. This account should be settled." The one eyed tiger sneered.
As soon as the voice fell, the head middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "you bandits just rely on a large number of people. Do you dare to challenge me alone!"
"Ha ha!"
Before the one eyed tiger answered, the bandits laughed again, as if they had heard a big joke.
"Well, since you want to fight alone, I'll play with you." The tone of the one eyed tiger showed a trace of disdain and said to a strong man around him, "go first."
"Yes!" The strong man answered, jumped down from his horse and walked in front of several people.
"Didn't you say you wanted to fight alone? Who comes first! " The strong man stared at the people in front of him and said coldly.
Just as the middle-aged man was about to come forward, a thin man came up and said, "I'll come!"
"Very good!" The strong man smiled and took out the short knife at his waist.
Naturally, his opponents took out their daggers, held them tightly in their hands and stared at each other.
Although it is said to be a single fight, there is only one loser!
"Drink!" The thin man roared and rushed up quickly. The dagger in his hand was sharp and stabbed hard at the other party's chest.
"Hum, no wonder you dare to challenge us alone. It turns out that you have some skills." The strong man looked at the dagger, and a sneer appeared on his face.
Because he can clearly detect a trace of internal Qi from the other party's dagger. This silk of internal Qi is the symbol of the warrior. Although it has not yet reached the congenital stage, it is also the later stage of the day after tomorrow.
While sneering, the edge of the short knife in his hand vibrated, and a sharp cold light crossed the air and directly greeted him.
"Congenital!" The head of the middle-aged man looked at the edge of the short knife, and his eyes showed a trace of surprise.
"Bang!"
The edge of the dagger and the dagger met, and a crisp sound of steel was emitted.
The so-called "one inch long and one inch strong", the battle between short knife and dagger has occupied a certain advantage, and his internal Qi cultivation has reached the congenital level, which suppresses his opponent both in weapons and internal Qi cultivation!
After a blow, the thin man staggered back. He held the dagger in his hand tightly, and his whole arm was numb.
The strong man didn't kill at all just now, otherwise he wouldn't be able to "get out of the body" as he is now.
"Hey, hey, it's hard to meet an opponent. You can't die so easily, otherwise it's meaningless." The strong man stared at his opponent with a look of playfulness on his face.
This feeling is like a cat staring at a mouse. He can't escape his palm.
"Shit, I fought with you!" The thin man roared, and the dagger in his hand shook, "brush..." the dagger danced and attacked hard again.
"You just want to work hard with me. It's still tender!" The strong man sneered, clenched his knife in one hand and greeted him again.
"Bang!" A crisp sound of.
After this blow, the short knife gained the upper hand again!