Pope System of Rebirth

One cavalry was killed, and the remaining two cavalry shouted. Three more cavalry came around, and five cavalry surrounded them. The one on the left covered his injured arm, and blood could not stop flowing from his fingers.

Overflowing from the seams.

"Brother, try your best."

The man next to him had a solemn look on his face, and it was only at this moment that Qin Lang realized that the two of them looked exactly the same and were actually twin brothers.

"There is no other way to go. This is our last source of water." He and his brother looked at each other and seemed determined to die.

One of the five cavalrymen looked at the appearance of the two men and laughed loudly: "You dare to resist, you are looking for death." After that, he rushed towards the two men without mercy.

Qin Lang, who had defeated another cavalryman, quickly rushed towards the five cavalrymen from behind. The stone knife in his hand drew a large circle of sword flowers and accurately hit the legs of the two horses closest to him.

"Plop, plop." Two cavalrymen fell off their horses. The two brothers were overjoyed to see someone helping them. They held their bodies together and knocked down another cavalryman. At the same time, Qin Lang raised his sword and rushed to the last two remaining cavalrymen.

In front of the cavalry, two cavalrymen looked ferocious and raised their swords to slash at him. He raised his sword and the black stone sword drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"Pap."

The long sword in the hands of the cavalry was broken into two pieces. After breaking the long sword, the stone sword did not stop but continued to swing up and left and hit the cavalry on the chest. The two cavalry were hit hard and fell off their horses and were knocked unconscious.

The remaining three cavalrymen who were burning down their tents in the distance saw what was happening and rushed over quickly. Qin Lang looked up at them. The three of them reined in their horses and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am your grandfather." Qin Lang shouted and rushed towards the three of them. The three of them did not dare to fight and fled.

Qin Lang couldn't use Sanqing Taoist power, and he couldn't outrun the horse with just one pair of legs. After chasing for a while, he had to give up. The two twins with amazing strength also chased after him, clasped their hands and said, "Thanks to my brothers for your help today."

Qin Lang smiled and said: "Nothing, my friend and I came here to seek refuge. Are you injured?"

The man smiled shyly: "It's okay. This injury is nothing. I don't know what to call a hero?"

"Qin Lang, the clouds are flowing and elegant." Qin Lang had a good impression of these two people.

"I am the eldest brother Luda, and he is Lu Xi." The eldest brother spoke concisely and patted his chest.

The five people who had been knocked down not far away had been tied up by the refugees. Qin Lang frowned and asked: "What is going on? Is it because Donglong City is here to occupy this water source?"

In the desert, there are oases only where there is water. The oasis where Qin Lang is located is not big. It surrounds a very clear and small lake. The refugees live on the edge.

"Hey." Ruda sighed and said, "That's it. The damn Lord of Donglong City won't let us move east, so he still wants to occupy our oasis."

"It's really greedy." Wang Xiang limped over and rushed over with his sister.

"Is there no law to restrain him?" Qin Lang asked stupidly. At this time, he still easily confused his own world with the Soaring Dragon Continent. There are laws on the earth, but he, the Soaring Dragon Continent, doesn't talk about it.

Lucy smiled shyly and said, "At first glance, my brothers are from a big place. For people like us who live in a barren land, only fists are the law."

"This is really hegemony!" Qin Lang sighed in his heart.

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As night fell, everyone sat around the bonfire to rest. This small tribe had people number 125, with Lu Da and Lu Xi as the leaders. Qin Lang helped them solve the difficulties during the day and naturally obtained the residence permit easily.

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Luda took out a jar of wine that he was usually reluctant to drink, poured it into the bowl and said: "Thanks to the heroes today, the Darcy tribe was saved. If you can come and see your brothers, have a drink."

Qin Lang was embarrassed. He rarely drank alcohol. If he drank a large bowl like this, he would probably get drunk. Wang Xiang sat on his side and noticed Qin Lang's appearance and said, "Boss, he doesn't know how to drink. This wine is still good."

Save it for sacrifice and use it during worship."

Qin Lang didn't expect that Wang Xiang could see what he was thinking and said with a smile: "Brother Luda's kindness is appreciated. When I come here, I have to rely on brother Qin Lang for help, especially his sister. Don't let others bully you."

Luda patted his chest and laughed and said, "Brother Qin Lang, don't worry. It's a trivial matter. I'll take care of it."

This time she was still talking about Wang Tingting, and Wang Tingting appeared. Wang Xiang shouted: "Sister, come here quickly." Wang Tingting originally planned to chat with other women outside, but her brother called her and naturally had to go over and sit with them.

Qin Lang turned his head to look, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Wang Tingting had washed away the dirt on her face, and she had a delicate face. Although it didn't look very beautiful, it was very attractive. Her facial features were well matched, and she smiled sweetly.

She has a pure aura, coupled with her good figure, which attracted admiring glances from the men present.

When Wang Tingting walked up to her brother, she didn't know how to greet everyone present, and she stood there awkwardly.

Luda laughed and said: "Brother Qin Lang, you asked me to take care of her, aren't you afraid that I will snatch her away as your wife?"

Qin Lang was fine, but Wang Tingting's face turned red and she lowered her head, secretly looking at Qin Lang from the corner of her eyes, betting that Qin Lang didn't remember it, but she remembered it clearly.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"Now, I still have the heart to laugh." At this moment, a disturbing sound came from beside the campfire, and the clicking sound of the cane came from far to near.

"Who asked you to let the cavalry go?" The sound of canes in the darkness stopped, and a wrinkled old man came to the campfire and questioned Ruda.

"Old Sartre, what do you mean by this?" The refugees around Ruda asked loudly. No one in their Darcy tribe liked this old guy named Old Sartre.

"If you let them go, they will come back. What will you do if you bring more cavalry? Do you want my old bones to be buried with you?" Old Sartre threw his crutch heavily to the ground.

Ruda frowned and stood up politely: "Old Sartre, don't be angry. The cavalry were all caught by this friend, and their disposal will naturally be at his discretion."

Old Sartre stared at Qin Lang and looked him up and down. Seeing that Qin Lang was quite young, his face suddenly darkened and he cursed: "Absurd, simply ridiculous, our Daxi tribe will be destroyed in his hands."

Everyone around the campfire was slightly surprised. Although Old Sartre was not popular with others, what he said was very accurate, so few people in the tribe were willing to offend him.

Seeing that everyone looked at Qin Lang with wrong expressions, Wang Xiang stood up and pointed at Old Sartre and cursed: "Old guy, what are you talking about? If it weren't for the help of the boss, would the food of the Darxi tribe be saved? I'm afraid it would have been snatched away by the cavalry.

Already."

"After we have robbed it, not many people from the Darcy tribe will starve to death. If we capture them, we will not kill them. We will attract their entire knight team, and the entire tribe will die." Old Sartre was inexplicably excited, and stretched out his hand like a withered tree.

His hands were as big as firewood and he wanted to beat me.

"That's enough." Ruda shouted, "Uncle Sartre, go back quickly. It's late at night."

"You." Old Sartre looked at Ruda and pointed at Qin Lang and said: "Are you doing this just for an outsider? Have you investigated his origins? Aren't you afraid that he is a spy from Donglong City? Who has ever seen a refugee with such good skills?

, Lu Xi is still bandaged now, and that knife cut into the bone."

Ruda waved his hand. Old Sartre glared at Qin Lang hatefully, picked up the crutches on the ground and left. Qin Lang looked at Old Sartre's retreating back and was puzzled as to why he was so hostile to him.

Ruda patted him on the shoulder and apologized: "Brother Qin Lang is laughing at me. Old Sartre has taken care of my two brothers since childhood. Don't take what he said to heart."

Wang Xiang snorted and sat down on the ground without saying a word.

Qin Lang smiled and said: "It's okay, but will putting the cavalry back cause trouble? Brother Luda, tell me honestly."

Ruda was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "They are from the Blood-Destroying Cavalry. The captain has the title of Iron Knight. If he comes, we won't be able to defeat him."

"Blooded Cavalry?" Qin Lang secretly smiled in his heart and didn't expect to meet them again. Wang Xiang also heard the name of the Cavalry and his expression was overjoyed and he wanted to speak. Qin Lang shook his head at him.

Qin Lang deliberately investigated some information and pretended not to know about the Blood Knights: "Brother Luda, what is the title of the armored knight? I think your two brothers have good foundations, how can they not defeat them?"

Luda said: "Brother, how come you don't even know where you are from the Armored Knight? I think your cultivation level is at least at the level of the Armored Knight."

Qin Lang smiled and said: "To be honest, brother, I have lost my memory. I can't remember the past things at all, so I wander around in search of memories."

"Amnesia?" Ruda was a little surprised to see Qin Lang sincerely asking for advice, so he explained one by one: "The armored knight is the lowest level of the top pacification knights in Longteng Continent. Above them, there are bronze knights, silver knights, golden knights,

Earth Knight, Sky Knight. Although they are at the initial level, one armored knight is enough to destroy the Darcy tribe."

Qin Lang secretly laughed after hearing this. He thought he was a powerful guy, but he didn't want to be a young boy. He was afraid of what he would do. He was the descendant of Hongjun, so he pretended to be surprised and said: "So it's so powerful, Brother Luda,

It's all my fault, I'm the one responsible for the Bloody Cavalry."

Luda had seen Qin Lang's skills and was very happy to hear what he said. He raised his wine bowl and said, "Brother, it's really interesting. Go ahead."

The legs of the glasses clinked, bursts of laughter.

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After thirty years of drinking, Qin Lang pretended to be drunk and was coaxed out of the banquet by Wang Tingting. Qin Lang quietly looked at Wang Tingting next to him and didn't know what Wang Xiang was thinking. Aren't he afraid that he would be drunk enough to cause chaos?

Wang Tingting helped him and lowered his head all the way to give Qin Lang a piece of the back of his head. Qin Lang was very unhappy and joked: "To be good-looking, you need to hold your chest up and raise your head so that others can see clearly, but you can't see anything from the back of your head."

Wang Tingting raised her head and looked at him in surprise: "Are you not drunk?"

Qin Lang smiled and said: "No, I don't like drinking very much."

Wang Tingting's face turned red and she quickly let go.

Qin Lang did not force himself and stood up straight, looking at the night.

The sky is clear and the moon and stars are few and far between.

"You." Wang Tingting seemed to have something to say, hesitating.

Qin Lang was so amused by her appearance that he couldn't help teasing her: "What's wrong with me? I didn't eat you while you were drunk."

"Eat tofu?" Wang Tingting looked at him curiously, obviously having never heard of this term before.

Qin Lang looked at her big flashing eyes and felt embarrassed. He had this problem and always said the wrong thing in front of girls, so he coughed and said, "I'll tell you later. I have something to do now."

If you want to do it, you go back first, it’s very cold outside.”

"Oh." Wang Tingting was slightly disappointed.

Qin Lang left towards the oasis lake. He had one thing to do. He needed to make Old Sartre believe in him. It had been two days since he came to this cold weapon era, and his two days of observation had made him understand a lot.

To find your way home in a chaotic world, you can only rely on the power of the upper class. The hierarchy of knights clearly shows that the upper class controls most of the advanced resources. As a newcomer to the lower class, you want to contact that level of territory.

There is only one way: to create a piece of the sky and make yourself the upper class. So he needs a team.

Old Sartre lived by the lake in the oasis. The place was easy to find. He only had a house by the lake. Others were not allowed to live here. Water is extremely sacred to people in the desert. Only the most noble

Only characters can live by the water. Old Sartre had a skill. The ability to find water sources. In this area full of yellow sand, he needed it.

A small tent. There was a fire pit set up outside the tent. The fire in the fire pit was very small, making the place look very dark. Old Sartre sat by the fire and smoked. He believed that the foreign boy must be Donglong City.

spies, they have been spying on these waters for a long time.

"A person?" A strange voice interrupted his thinking. Old Sartre raised his head and saw the stranger. A few wrinkles appeared on his forehead and he said coldly: "Who asked you to come?"

Qin Lang smiled and touched his head: "I wanted to come here myself."

"What are you doing? I won't be like Ruda. Lu Xi believes you, an outsider." Old Sartre put down the cigarette holder in his hand and stared at his dim eyes, which were so bright that he seemed to be able to see his heart clearly.

Qin Lang casually sat down opposite him and added a piece of firewood to the fire pit: "Why are refugees from outside so accepting, but so repulsive to me?"

He is very direct. For many intuitive things, Qin Lang doesn't like to beat around the bush.

Old Sartre ignored him, tapped his pipe on the soles of his feet, and tried to stand up and leave.

"If you want me to leave, at least you have to give me a reason." Qin Lang stared at the slender pipe in his hand.

Old Sartre looked at him and said, "Are you really good at walking?"

"meeting."

"A mountain can accommodate a group of monkeys, but not two tigers." Old Sartre stared at Qin Lang. He saw clearly that young people like Qin Lang are not simple.

Qin Lang was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Old Sartre, you are really good at joking. What if I am also a monkey?"

Old Sartre shook his head and said: "I, old Sartre, have never seen anything wrong. You are a threat to Ruda."

Qin Lang put away his smile, looked at him seriously and asked: "Based on the current situation, do you think the Darxi tribe can rise?"

Old Sartre looked at the clear water behind him confidently: "Of course, as long as this water is still there, the Darcy tribe will only grow bigger and bigger, and we will be able to return to Donglong City by then."

Qin Lang sighed, stood up and looked down at him: "I don't know how you always see it. It's a pity that I'm not a tiger."

After saying that, he left Old Sartre and left. He knew that he could not convince Old Sartre, but this change was not in vain. At least he knew that Old Sartre was not an ordinary person.

One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers...

It's a pity that I am a dragon flying in the sky. Qin Lang returned to the tent arranged by Luda and fell asleep.

On the other side, the bonfire party was still going on, and the refugees of the Daxi tribe were so excited about their rare victory that they forgot about the injuries they suffered during the day.

The night was getting dark, and a dark cloud came from the sky to cover the moon. In the dim light, a group of cavalry were galloping on horseback, rolling up large tracts of yellow sand.

"Boss, you must avenge us." Several cavalrymen wearing leather armor surrounded a cavalryman wearing iron armor in the middle of the cavalry team.

"Everyone has run away. Where can I find them? If I find them, I will naturally kill them. If we don't take revenge, why don't we still blame the Blood Cavalry?" the armored knight yelled.

"Report, must report." Several cavalrymen around shouted.

Squatting horse stance...

What a shame.

Among this group of people was a cavalryman with a big nose. He seemed to disagree with his comrades and said: "It's not good for the boss to do this. We promised not to cause trouble."

"Liu Cheng, you idiot, you are pockmarked and killed by him, but you are still our brother?" The person who spoke was the tall and thin man who had been beaten black and blue by Qin Lang before, and he changed his hand to a scimitar.

"Didn't Boss say that the pockmarked face was struck by lightning from the abyss of death? It was an accident. That boy named Qin Lang didn't kill any of us. It's not our fault to repay kindness with hatred." Liu Cheng, a big-nosed man, said nice things to Qin Lang.

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The tall and thin man raised the whip in his hand and was about to hit it. The armored knight Hu Wei stopped the whip and shouted: "What are you making a fuss about? Today I am going to deal with the Darcy tribe. If you have anything to do, put it aside for now."

The tall and thin man glared at Liu Cheng, put down the riding crop in his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "Boss, let's kill them today without sparing any trace of them."

Liu Cheng became very angry when he saw the two people walking away. That day, he and his party went to fight Qin Lang, but they escaped first.

Armored Knight...

This man is nothing compared to that kid.

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"Brother Ruda, Brother Ruda..." It was early in the morning before dawn. A man with a bloody face rushed into Ruda's tent.

Ruda had just fallen asleep when he woke up.

"They're coming...They're coming..." The young man sat down on the ground and was extremely frightened.

Ruda helped him up and asked: "Don't be nervous. What's coming?"

"Xue Xue...Xue Xue is coming..."

Luda frowned, picked up his sword, and rushed out.

"Brother, the Bloody Cavalry is coming." Lu Xi's right hand was wrapped in white cloth and he was holding a hammer.

Luda said to him: "Ruxi, please don't go. Your hand is not healed yet. Leave it to me."

Lu Xi said: "The armored knights are here. Brother, you can't stand it alone, why not call Brother Qin Lang?"

Ruda hesitated and said, "Go there first. If it doesn't work, ask him for help."

Lu Xi was very puzzled: "Brother, why are you hesitating about a matter of life and death?"

Luda pulled him up and said, "Don't go today, stay in the tent."

After Luda left, Lu Xi quickly ran towards the place where Qin Lang lived. He didn't understand why his always cheerful elder brother was hesitant at this moment. He knew very well what the armored knight meant.

"Brother Qin Lang, brother Qin Lang." When Lu Xi came to look for Qin Lang, Qin Lang was doing morning exercises. Cut a watermelon in half. If I give you half, don't give it back to me.

Fish the left one to hold the bird's tail, and the right hand to hold the bird's tail.

I can no longer get rid of the habit of more than ten years, and I must practice Tai Chi every morning.

Wang Xiang's brother and sister also got up very early. Wang Tingting laughed at these slow movements, while Wang Xiang imitated the beatings. He thought and fully believed that this was the secret of Qin Lang's kung fu.

Qin Lang was very happy to see that Tai Chi, one of China's profound and profound treasures, could be used to strengthen the body. Seeing that Wang Xiang was imitating him, he played more slowly and taught while playing. His little follower still had to know how to do it a few times.

Wang Xiang may not feel anything about being bullied all the time, but he definitely can't stand it.

Hearing Lu Xi calling him, Qin Lang stopped his hands, exhaled, and said with a smile: "What's wrong, brother Lu Xi, you need to take a good rest if you are injured."

Lu Xi said: "The Bloody Cavalry is coming, and my eldest brother has gone to fight. I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand it."

Qin Lang pretended to be surprised and asked with a big mouth: "Come so fast?"

Lu Xi said: "You know, there are cavalry who come to harass us on weekdays. Just beat them away. They can't come here."

Qin Lang waved his hand and said: "Then go quickly."

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Outside the oasis, the heavily armed refugees from the Daxi tribe faced a cavalry team of twenty-two people. The leader, Hu Wei, rode a black horse and wore dark armor, which stood out among the team.

"We, the Blood Cavalry, will give you a chance to practice one-on-one. As long as you can beat us in three games, the matter will be over." The tall and thin man stood at the front of the team waving his whip and shouted loudly. He looked at the other soldiers.

Armed with the people, look at your proud face again.

What's the use of having more people?

Whoever kills someone with a hoe or a shovel is a refugee. Even if you give them a hundred courages, they would not dare to challenge you.

"Can your words count?" someone in the refugee team asked.

The tall and thin man smiled and said: "I, Warwick, always keep my word. Whoever dares to come, I will give you ten chances. As long as you win three games, our Blood Cavalry will leave. If you lose, get out of this oasis."

"Brother Ruda is here...Brother Ruda is here..." There was a commotion among the refugees. Ruda appeared in the camp with a long sword. Many refugees who had no confidence suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. In their hearts, Ruda was the savior.

, the Luda brothers helped them through many crises, and it will be the same this time.

"Your name is Warwick?" Ruda walked out of the crowd and stood far away from the tall and thin man.

"Are you Ruda? I heard that you are born with supernatural powers, and many cavalry have been lost in your hands." Warwick, a tall and thin man, looked at Ruda. He had already found out about this man, and he had no martial arts skills with bare hands and brute force.

At most he is just a reckless man.

"It's me. The conditions you mentioned are serious." Ruda raised his head and stared at the black horse in the opponent's camp. The armored knight Hu Wei was indeed there. Today's battle is no small matter.

"Ruda, Ruda, Ruda..." Someone in the refugee camp shouted first. Everyone followed suit and shouted Ruda's name. The voices of more than a hundred people gathered together. Each wave was louder than the other.

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The tall and thin man sneered. He looked at the humble refugees coldly, wondering how they could shout with such strength when they couldn't even eat enough.

"Ruda, look at how enthusiastic they are, how about you take the first order?" He took advantage of the situation and provoked. The opponent's strength was very clear. As long as you kill the reckless man in front of you, all problems will be solved.

Ruda didn't think so. He had his own plan to win three out of ten games. If the opponent could provide such a condition, he would definitely be sure of victory.

"Liu Wu, are you going to test it out first?" He turned his head and whispered to the strong man following behind him.

Liu Wu understood the idea and walked out of the crowd carrying a shovel and shouted: "I will answer the first battle!"

"Just you?" Warwick almost laughed out loud. Can a shovel used for shoveling soil also fight? It's a joke.

Liu Wu has an upright temperament and is unhappy: "Are you coming or not? Just shouting is of no use."

Warwick tied the riding crop to his body and said coldly: "Don't blame me if you die." He drew out his scimitar and rode forward. He could handle such a thing with one hand.

Liu Wu had never learned martial arts and had only the strength to use. Seeing the opponent charging at him, he knew he had to hit the horse first. He raised the shovel in his hand and hit the horse's feet with all his strength.

Warwick saw his intention at a glance with a sneer on his face. He picked up the rope and pulled the reins. The horse under him raised its front hooves to avoid the shovel. The scimitar in his hand slashed sideways and took out Liu Wu's head.

A donkey narrowly avoids it by rolling.

This time Liu Wu had the upper hand.

"It rolled very neatly." Warwick let go of the reins and stared at Liu Wu.

Liu Wuchao spat in the palm of his hand and squeezed the shovel tightly. The opponent was very powerful and he was very nervous, but for the sake of his family he could only fight: "Yeah." He shouted, picked up the shovel and patted Warwick on the horse.

go.

What Warwick wanted was this opportunity. He suddenly jumped up from his horse, put his feet on the shovel, and cut off the wooden handle of the shovel with a vertical slash of his scimitar.

The weapon in Liu Wu's hand was broken, and before he could recover the strength he had exerted, he stumbled forward and fell forward. Warwick became murderous and kicked him in the chest when he landed on his horse. Liu Wu rolled to the ground with a groan.

.Warwick has no intention of letting him go.

, turned the horse's head and chased after him, intending to trample him to death. This kick was extremely powerful and hit the chest. Liu Wu fell to the ground, his chest was suffocating and he couldn't breathe. He could see Warwick coming on horseback, but he couldn't lift him up.

I was so angry that there was no way to escape.

Luda's expression tightened, he picked up the long sword and rushed over to block Liu Wu. He bent his knees slightly, stretched his arms and shouted loudly: "Ha." His arms were like two swinging hammers, hitting the galloping horse.

On the child.

His arms collided with the horse. Ruda took three steps back. Without any intention of relaxing his hands, he hugged the horse's body and shouted: "Down."

The strong horse fell to the ground and threw up a large cloud of dust.

Such arm strength is truly terrifying.

When the refugees saw Ruda's bravery, they immediately shouted happily.

Warwick was knocked unconscious and climbed down from the horse with a gloomy look on his face. He originally thought that Luda was stupid and dared to stop the galloping horse, but he did not expect that the opponent's strength was so amazing.

The blood-sucking cavalry team is also a terrifying sight. Both arms can block the horse. What a powerful body it is. For those who practice martial arts, the most important thing is the physical foundation, followed by the understanding. If you have the physical foundation, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

The armored knight Hu Wei looked at Luda in the flying yellow sand and secretly thought that if we don't get rid of him today, this man will definitely not be easy in time.

Liu Wu returned to the camp with the support of two refugees. Ruda picked up the long sword that he had just thrown on the ground and said to Warwick: "Is this still going to be you?"

Warwick rubbed his right hand that was almost dislocated from the fall and said with a gloomy expression, "Who else if it's not me."

"Warwick." The armored knight Hu Wei, who had not made any move at this time, said: "Stand back."

Warwick returned to the team reluctantly. He had to listen to Hu Wei's words. The honor of the armored knights was the backbone of their blood-killing cavalry team.

"Liu Cheng, go meet him." Hu Wei was very discerning. He knew that Huawei was no match for Luda. He didn't want to give the other party the slightest hope. There was only one end for the refugees who formed gangs, and that was death. If it weren't for the Yushan Kingdom and Luda,

The Yanju Kingdom is about to go to war, and Donglong City, which is in the buffer zone, is trying to preserve its strength to face the oncoming war. The refugees may have been wiped out long ago, let alone the refugee tribes.

Liu Cheng rode a bay red horse out of the camp slowly today. He is the best swordsman in the Blood Cavalry and is one of the top masters in the team. He looked at Luda and cupped his fists and said, "Brother, you are very skilled."

Luda was quite polite when he saw the visitor, cupped his hands and said: "It's just natural strength."

Liu Cheng turned over and dismounted. He patted the horse's back and asked the horse to return to the team. He said to Ruda: "You don't have a horse, I won't take advantage of you."

Rudati said with a sword: "Thank you very much."

Liu Cheng pulled out a short knife from his waist, less than two feet long: "You move first."

Luda was not polite at all, he picked up the long sword and slashed from top to bottom. Liu Cheng knew that his strength was amazing and did not confront him head-on. The short knife in his hand just touched the long sword and retracted it to hit the vital part. Ruda's armpit

He was attacked. He had to put back his sword to block, but Liu Cheng didn't want to

The short sword was extremely flexible and suddenly changed its moves towards his lower abdomen. Luda sheathed the sword again. Liu Cheng changed his moves again. Ruda had a fierce temper. He roared and tensed up his muscles, preparing to take a blow from the opponent. The long sword in his hand slashed diagonally.

He came out and wanted to fight with the opponent in a lose-lose situation.

Liu Cheng had no choice but to put away the knife, and the initiative he had just captured was taken away by the opponent. With the opponent's physical condition, he might not be able to die if he slashed him with the knife, but if the opponent slashed with the sword, he was afraid that he would be cut into pieces.

"Bang." The long sword and the short sword intersected for the first time, making a clashing sound of fine iron.

"Okay." Qin Lang, who was coming from a distance, saw the short knife in Liu Cheng's hand and used Qiao Jin to touch the long sword. He took the initiative to release the knife and then grabbed the knife again. It seemed that the weapon had been knocked away, but it was the best way to relieve force.

Method, I'm afraid Ruda will meet his opponent today.

However, his big nose looked a bit annoying, and he looked a bit familiar. Qin Lang was standing in the crowd, and his memory was not good enough to remember who that person was.

When Lu Xi saw her elder brother knocking off the opponent's dagger, she shouted, "Okay." The refugees around him noticed.

"Lu Xi is here too, there is hope..." When many refugees saw Lu Xi coming, the hope in their eyes became even brighter. As long as the two brothers Lu Da and Lu Xi are here, there will be no problem winning three games. This is what they

Trust in the two brothers.

"Brother Qin Lang, didn't you let go of the big nose in the field?" Wang Tingting had a good memory and asked in a low voice. Qin Lang suddenly realized: "His name seems to be Liu... Sanbian, yes Liu Sanbian

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Several refugees around heard Qin Lang's voice and laughed: "Liu Sanbian, you can let them go, it's a joke." The crowd made a noise, and Wang Xiang, who was following him, cursed: "Who are you?

You thing, you actually said that to my boss, do you know who saved the two brothers Luda and Luxi yesterday?"

Since Lu Xi was surrounded by people and went to the front, no one noticed that Qin Lang and the others came with him. Wang Xiang immediately became a target as soon as he said these words.

Qin Lang snickered, pulled up Wang Tingting and slipped out of the quarreling crowd. Wang Tingting planned to speak for Qin Lang, but she was shocked when her hand was suddenly grabbed by someone. Seeing that it was Qin Lang, she did not resist and let him pull her away.

Feeling the warmth in his hands, his face turned as red as fire. Qin Lang, an idiot, didn't realize that he was focused on the battlefield. If they could win, he wouldn't have to take action.

He took Wang Tingting to a hidden place on the right side of the camp, and noticed from a distance the conspicuous Hu Wei in the leather armored team. Qin Lang remembered his name clearly.

The armored knight, huh, looks like an armored insect.

Qin Lang, who has been fond of studying history since childhood, looked at Hu Wei's poor armor and made a rather endearing comment. Wang Tingting laughed softly when she heard the title. Qin Lang winked at her and said, "Beauty,

Very similar!"

"Yes." Wang Tingting nodded.

"Ruda is injured." There was a commotion among the refugees. Qin Lang looked up and saw the short knife of "Liu Sanbian" (the kid remembered the name wrongly) inserted into Ruda's forearm.

The sword also struck him on the shoulder.

Both sides suffer...

People from both sides rushed onto the field and carried the two men away.

The armored knight Hu Wei seemed to be very satisfied with the result and signaled the tall and thin Warwick to come out. Warwick rode out of the team arrogantly and shouted: "Who else? Your leader Ruda has been injured. Who else wants to fight? Now ten

After two games, you still have eight chances. My boss has mercy and said that you only need to win two games now to win. If you can't win, all get out of the oasis."

"Your uncle is here, do you dare to rush?"

Before Warwick could finish his words, Qin Lang spoke up. Warwick turned around angrily, his angry face suddenly stiffened, and he hesitated: "You, why are you here?"

Qin Lang held his hands and walked out of the crowd with a warm smile on his face: "Why can't your uncle come here? When he sees an elder, he at least dismounts and says hello. He doesn't understand the rules."

"You." Warwick couldn't help but had nothing to say.

Qin Lang looked up at him and asked, "Why do I remember someone kneeling in front of me and calling me uncle? That's why I let him go."

The refugee camp didn't know who the young man who suddenly appeared was. Why did the Blood Cavalry become restless when they saw him? Wang Xiang, who was arguing with several refugees, saw Qin Lang come out and push away a person next to him and point to the field: "See

No, that’s my boss.”

Warwick was very angry, but he didn't dare to take action. What he encountered in the canyon that day was like a nightmare. Those hands couldn't even cut with his own knife. This is definitely not the ability that a person should have.

When the armored knight Hu Wei saw Qin Lang's appearance, his face darkened, he squeezed the knife in his hand and whispered: "Whoever dares to talk nonsense will be killed by me."

No one in the Blood Cavalry dares to say anything anymore.

"Why, you don't want to come down, do you want me to take you down?" Qin Lang said very arrogantly. He didn't pay attention to these cavalry at all. Those who are arrogant and domineering should be punished.

Warwick knew that he could not go down. If he dismounted, he would never be able to return to the cavalry, so he mustered up his courage and ran towards Qin Lang with a loud shout.

"You have backbone." Qin Lang gave him a thumbs up and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The horse splashed yellow sand. Qin Lang didn't want to hit the horse. The horse was very pitiful and had to be beaten even if it was being ridden. So he sided to avoid Warwick's impact, then jumped up and kicked Warwick hard.

face.

It was steady and there was no room for retraction. Warwick fainted before he fell off the horse. Qin Lang put his feet away and made a 180-degree turn in the air, like a small windmill, and then landed on the ground.

On the ground, his movements are light and elegant.

The refugees were stunned. Who had ever seen a person who could jump as high as a person and do somersaults in the air?

Awesome, quite awesome.

Qin Lang pulled the frightened horse, patted the horse's face and said to himself: "Babys nowadays are not polite anymore, the world is getting worse!"

"You guys, don't look at me. I'm talking about you." He let go of the horse and looked at the cavalrymen with ruffian faces, hands on their hips: "Isn't squatting on horseback not enough?"

All the cavalrymen panicked, and two timid ones fell off their horses.

The refugees all had big mouths. Who had ever seen the demon-like Blood Cavalry be so panicked when they encountered this person?

"Calm down, calm down." Hu Wei picked up the riding whip and beat his men randomly. The Blood Cavalry finally calmed down and attacked. Hu Wei stared at Qin Lang and asked, "Where are you from?"

Qin Lang said: "Are you deaf or blind? I am your uncle. Didn't you hear? Do you need me to emphasize it again?"

The refugees were in an uproar. They dared to do this to the armored knight. If this young man is not an expert and brave, he must be mentally ill.

Qin Lang belongs to the former.

Hu Wei's face was gloomy, and Qin Lang continued to provoke him: "I've given you enough respect by being your uncle. Look at what you're wearing. Your helmet is as round as an goose egg, and your breastplate is black and bulging. Do you think you are a woman?"

I need something to take a trip around. Forget all this, you are still riding a dark horse. Do you think you are a dark horse prince? You look like an iron beetle no matter what. Go back and change your clothes. You can save yourself the time of scaring your children and annoying people when you meet an acquaintance.

Laugh."

Classmate Xiaoyi is quite good at swearing. Back then, he was famous for his sharp tongue in the Iron Teeth Debate. He not only cursed people neatly, but also never used a single curse word. His skills were outstanding.

As soon as these words came out, the refugees burst into laughter. Hu Wei's face turned from black to red, and then from red to dark, with many changes. Qin Lang said again: "Hey, he can change his face. Could it be that he went to Qingcheng School to learn it?"

Two days?”

He just wants to make Hu Wei angry, so that he can see clearly what level the armored knight that the refugees are so afraid of has reached, so that he can evaluate what level he can reach in the Soaring Dragon Continent due to his current inability to use the power of the Three Purities.

What kind of status.

"Bring the gun." Hu Wei said coldly with a gloomy face.

The expression of the cavalry beside him changed greatly, and he quickly led two people to retreat behind the cavalry team. Not long after, a long-exploding spear came up to the two of them. The deep pit dug by the yellow sand under their feet showed that the spear was very powerful.

Heavy.

This gun is four to five meters long and has a conical shape with a sharp upper tip and a thicker bottom. There is an outward-expanding shield at the bottom.

Isn't this the spear and spear used by Western knights?

When Qin Lang saw its appearance, he immediately knew its origin.

Hu Wei picked up the spear, grabbed the bracket, and placed it in the hollow of the saddle on the saddle. The pressure of a spear was very strong. He stared at Qin Lang and said: "Boy, you asked for this."

The knight's gun is the symbol of a knight. As the lowest stage of the knight, the black iron knight has a completely different distinction from the cavalry. They can use the knight's gun to attack.

Qin Lang had seen similar things in movies when he was on Earth. He knew that the most powerful thing about knights was the impact of their horses. With a three- to four-meter disposable knight gun attached, they could easily disperse a large group of infantry.

.

Hu Wei's knight's spear had a metal spearhead and a solid wood behind it. He was confident that this spear could kill with one hit, so he stepped on the stirrups with both feet.

"Huha." With a long whistle, the guards with knight's guns were dispatched, and the true face of the armored knight appeared.

The refugees exclaimed, everyone was worried about the young man at the scene. The other person was an armored knight, a person with knight qualifications. Can he take this shot?

Wang Tingting bit her lip and clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest and prayed, praying that the omnipotent God of Light could protect the man in the field, and praying that the beautiful Moon God would love the man named Qin Lang.

"I don't like playing Plants vs. Zombies." Listening to Hu Wei's shouting, looking at the spear Qin Lang who came in a blink of an eye, he said a naughty thing that no one in this world would understand. (To be continued...)