Pope System of Rebirth

Old Sartre suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief. He didn't believe his ears. He thought he would be finished today, but the facts were in front of him. Qin Lang let him go and spoke for himself.

"So that's it."

The refugees from the Darcy tribe cheered loudly. It turned out that everything was the divine fish testing the pious old Sartre.

"Old Sartre...Old Sartre..."

The cheers were loud.

Ruda, Lu Xi's nervous expression turned into laughter.

Old Sartre held his cane and stared blankly at Qin Lang, who was showing his white teeth. His eyes were full of gratitude. He turned to look at the crowd to greet the crowd's cheers for him.

When everyone turned their attention to Old Sartre, Qin Lang quietly winked at Wang Xiang and Wang Tingting, left Moon Lake, left Old Sartre's tent, and quickly returned to his own tent.

Yan Liu has packed everything.

Three horses and four people quietly left the Darcy tribe while the sun was warming them up.

At this time, he needs to leave, and he needs to retreat in order to advance.

Wang Xiang was still immersed in the situation just now, and told Yan Liu what happened in the morning one by one. Yan Liu's eyes widened when he heard it, making Yan Liu, who had a round face, look like a fat ball fish.

"It turns out that my benefactor asked me to put small pieces of iron in the mouths of the fish I caught for this purpose." After hearing this, Yan Liu remembered that Qin Lang would pick a few fish he caught every day for the past five days and not kill them, so that he could

What is the purpose of putting small iron pieces in the fish's mouth?

Qin Lang nodded and looked at the three of them: "Thanks to you for being able to get through the pain this time."

Only then did Wang Xiang suddenly realize: "It turns out it's not a miracle, but how did you do such an incredible thing, boss?"

"Wang Xiang. What did you bring back when I asked you to go to the Death Abyss yesterday?" Qin Lang was not going to hide this matter. All the parties involved have the right to know.

The four of them had led their horses to the border of the Daxi tribe.

"Stones, black stones, are really heavy." Wang Xiang would recall the task assigned to him yesterday, and he was still frightened now.

"Hey! You're stupid." Qin Lang looked at Wang Xiang with deep sympathy. After staying with the magnet for such a long time, he only noticed the color and weight. His observation ability was really hard to compliment.

"Haven't you noticed that the stone sticks to the saddle?"

After being reminded, Wang Xiang suddenly realized.

"Yeah, at that time, once it stuck to the saddle, it couldn't be lifted."

"Brother Qin Lang, could it be that there is an iron block in the fish's mouth. With the magnet that brother mentioned, can the fish move with you?" Wang Tingting is smarter and has already made a guess after hearing this.

"That's about it. Tingting is still smart." Qin Lang praised and took out two thumb-sized magnets from his sleeves: "The first time I dug a pit in the Death Abyss, I noticed that there were a lot of magnets there. That's why.

I asked Wang Xiang to go get one overnight. This kind of stone is a special kind of mineral.

When it encounters an iron substance, it can be attracted to it. Yanliu is very good at knife skills and can put small pieces of iron into the carp's mouth. You know what happened next, I put the magnet in my cuff and put it into the water.

The fish has never swum far, so it accepts my command to go left, go left, and go right, go right.”

The reason why Qin Lang patiently explained the truth to the three of them was because he thought that the three of them might have to follow him all the time in the future. It would be bad if they became like old Sartre and talked about feudal superstition. He is a materialist.

who believe that everything in the world can be done with the correct

He explained the reasons, and then he hoped that the people who followed him could do the same. But he still concealed something. How could a magnet the size of a thumb have enough magnetism to attract fish from the deep lake? The ability to have such magnetism depends entirely on

The miraculous effects of Sanqing Daoli.

It has been a while since he came to the other world. Qin Lang started to practice Sanqing Taoist power in the dead of night, trying to separate the black and white qi that were entangled with Taoist power in his body. The progress was not obvious for a long time.

He always came back without success, but after all, his hard work paid off, and he found some tips on how to use the power of the Three Purities.

If my Sanqing Dao power was the big river in the past, the black and white energy entwining it was the dam. The dam could retain more than 99.9% of the water source, but there was still only a fraction of it.

Even 0.001 Dao power can be leaked through the movement of the upper and lower three qi.

Come, Qin Lang was very disappointed after discovering this secret. The Sanqing Dao power of 0.01 couldn't even move a pebble, so what's the use of it. In disappointment, Qin Lang accidentally discovered that the only thing he could do was to

The extremely weak Sanqing Dao power used has the same magical effect: "strengthening the original properties of the item."

In other words, as long as the Three Purities Dao Power is poured into an item, the ability of the item will be strengthened. For example, if the water on the edge of freezing is added to the current Three Purities Dao Power, the water will freeze quickly;

For example, burning firewood will burn faster if the current Three Purities Dao Power is added. Therefore, in the miraculous event at Moon Lake, the Three Purities Dao Power was added to the magnet, which increased the attraction ability of the magnet by an unknown number of times. Fish

Naturally, the child can easily be commanded by him.

"Boss, could it be that you were afraid that someone from the Darxi tribe would find out, so you took us to escape at this moment? If you want to escape, you have to ride a horse and run wildly." Wang Xiang understood Qin Lang's method, but he was confused about the current situation.

They clearly wanted to leave, but Qin Lang refused to allow them to ride on horseback, so they could only walk slowly.

Although he clearly wanted to escape, Qin Lang slowly admired the scenery around him, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Now this is called retreating to advance. If we don't leave, we will wait for someone to take us back." Qin Lang looked enigmatic and grabbed a handful of sand on the ground and threw it into the wind, letting it drift away.

Just as he finished speaking, a shout came from far behind him: "Brother Qin Lang, stay here, brother Qin Lang, stay here."

I saw two horses galloping, but they were the two brothers Luda and Luxi.

"Brother, where are you going? Isn't the Daxi tribe your home?" Two horses ran forward, Luda jumped off the horse first, and Lu Xi followed closely behind.

Qin Lang said coldly: "If I go to the Western tribe again, it will only bring trouble to the two brothers. It's better to leave."

Lu Xi was anxious: "What are you talking about? It's all our brothers' fault. You must not leave. If you leave, we two brothers will be uneasy for the rest of our lives."

Qin Lang was unmoved and determined to leave.

Ruda sighed and held Qin Lang's shoulders: "It's all my fault for not trusting my brother. If my brother left today, we two brothers would not stay in the Darxi tribe."

"You!" Qin Lang's expression was quite complex: "What will happen to the people of the Darxi tribe if you two leave? Didn't the blood-stricken cavalry team be handed over to you two? Just do what I say, the Darxi tribe will

There will be a good future.”

"If it weren't for the Qin Lang brothers, I'm afraid the Daxi tribe wouldn't be able to survive." Ruda looked at him sincerely. After today's incident, he was completely wary of Qin Lang. Ruda was a very vigilant person. But once he was convinced

Qin Lang will become very cheerful and loyal, and will not have any doubts about Qin Lang.

Qin Lang looked at the sincere eyes of the two people and knew that his goal had been achieved. He did not want to be surrounded by doubts. That would be dangerous and uncomfortable. He believed that the doubts and speculations in the Darcy tribe would disappear today. There would be no danger around him.

blade. Finding your way back will become much easier.

"Brothers." Qin Lang patted Lu Da and Lu Xi heavily on the shoulders, and the three of them laughed.

The group led the horses and slowly returned to the Darxi tribe amid laughter and laughter.

In Huafu in Donglong City, General Hua Xionghua was finally able to get out of bed and walk. Three arrows shot him in the thigh and almost killed him.

Hobbling and bandaged, General Hua Xionghua could no longer sit still. He hated the masked guests so much that he hated them so much that he could only think about how to catch them and smash them into pieces.

Thousands of corpses.

One hundred and eighty-one of the most elite guards of the city lord failed to catch him. He was very angry. The rain that night heralded that his guards fell from the top of the pyramid to hell. All this was because of the masked guest.

, and the damn Ming family, they didn't save anyone and let go of arrows, they just wanted to kill themselves and Wei'er, this revenge must be avenged.

Hua Xiong stood in front of the table and overturned the food on the table. Anger and hatred filled his heart, and cowardice and fear had already been squeezed into unknown corners.

He must deal with the city lord and senior brother before they come back, he clenched his fists.

"Damn bugs," he cursed and limped out of the house, Will yelled.

Warwick's injuries were almost healed, but he would have nightmares every night. What was surprisingly consistent in his dreams was Qin Lang's devilish smile. He was afraid, fearful and even terrified. Twice in a row, Qin Lang formed a huge shadow in his heart.

, a shadow that can never be overcome.

This man is too terrible, I can never be his enemy.

When he woke up from another nightmare, he heard his father's shouting and quickly rolled out of bed and ran out barefoot.

"Weier, let's go kill the bedbugs tomorrow and kill all the bedbugs in Laozi's Darcy tribe."

When Warwick heard that his father was going to the Darcy tribe, he shuddered and cursed secretly that he shouldn't have told his father about the Darcy tribe when he was angry. This would only make his father regard the Darcy tribe as the target of his anger.

But can the Darcy tribe vent their anger casually?

Even if you find the gas bag, you can't find the place where the devil is. As long as that person doesn't leave, Warwick will never be willing to go there in his life.

"Father, please calm down. Why should I ask my father to do this in person? Besides, there is a powerful guy in the Daxi tribe, and Hu Wei can't even defeat him. It's not a good choice to choose this place."

"What kind of thing is Hu Wei? The most powerful thing in our Donglong City is not the spear, but the sword and swordsman. The whole team was caught by the damn bug. It's really embarrassing." Hua Xiong cursed loudly.

"Dad, why don't you let the Ming family go? If they can't take down the Daxi tribe, by the way..." Warwick didn't want to die anymore and blamed everything on the Ming family. He knew very well that his father's injuries were all caused by the Ming family.

, my father will definitely adopt this method.

"This is a good idea. Take my token quickly."

"Go now, it's midnight."

"The key to marching is speed. What do you know? Go quickly. Do you want an old guy like me to go?"

At the fourth watch, a dark horse left Washington DC and rushed towards the Ming family.

…

The internal conflicts have been resolved, life is beautiful, and everyone is happy. For several days, Qin Lang slept, ate, practiced, and "flirted" with the beautiful Tingting.

To be honest, Tingting's beauty is of a very attractive type, with very white skin and big eyes. Qin Lang really doubted how he could raise such a dewy Lolita in the life of a refugee.

It’s so hard to give up on your natural beauty!

She has small eyes, short eyebrows, a flat nose, and her character is a bit short. If you look closely, you can't even read her. It's really hard to read.

Every time the two of them stood together, Qin Lang shook his head.

Brother and sister, how come there is such a big difference!

After two consecutive days of rest, it was time to do something again.

This morning, Qin Lang gnawed beef and came to the place where the Bloody Cavalry was imprisoned. Everyone except Warwick was imprisoned there.

Qin Lang had a smile on his face. He was standing outside the cell with meat in his hand, chewing it with gusto.

"How is Comrade Hu Wei doing in the iron cage?"

Hu Wei is silent. As a knight, it is really embarrassing to be in this situation.

Gululu. His stomach was empty. The beef in Qin Lang's hand was really fragrant. The other cavalrymen began to drool. The Daxi tribe was not rich. One meal of porridge every day was not bad. They were used to eating it in Donglong City.

How could the flesh-and-blood bloodthirsty cavalry endure such a miserable life? They hadn't had any oil or water for many days in a row, and they were all as greedy as rats in the sewer.

"Two friends, release Hu Wei, I have something to do with him." Qin Lang was very satisfied with the performance of the cavalry.

The militiamen guarding the iron prison naturally knew Qin Lang. Since Qin Lang's miracle that morning, all the people in the Daxi tribe got to know Qin Lang and worshiped him unusually. They all called him the prophet of the Daxi tribe.

, and later learned that he was the one who saved Lu Da twice and Lu Xi, Qin Lang got another nickname, the savior of the Daxi tribe.

The two militiamen quickly opened the cage. Qin Lang was no longer afraid of them running out. Qin Lang made a gesture of invitation.

"Come on, Comrade Hu Wei, let's take a moment to talk."

After the two of them arrived at the haystack outside the cell, Qin Lang looked around frantically, while Hu Wei had a sullen face, not understanding what Qin Lang was going to do.

"Discuss something."

"Huh?" Hu Wei didn't have his armor helmet, and his expression didn't look very natural.

"That!" Qin Lang rubbed his hands, as if it was extremely difficult to say the following words.

Hu Wei's heart moved, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Are you finally afraid?"

Qin Lang scratched his head: "Donglong City can't afford to offend you. You also know that we can find a place to eat, so we had no choice but to attack you that day."

Hu Wei was slightly surprised to see Qin Lang, who was usually so arrogant, showing weakness in this way. In this continent where strength determines everything, Qin Lang had nothing to fear with his cultivation not inferior to that of General Hua.

"So, it's better to resolve it peacefully. I'll let you go and don't cause trouble to the Darcy tribe."

"Is it possible?" Hu Wei knew that they were afraid, and he felt much more comfortable. Being accustomed to official life, he knew that they did not dare to do anything to him in the current situation, so his tone became tougher.

Qin Lang thought to himself that if I could just give you some sunshine, you would be brilliant, but he could only pretend to be frightened: "We, the Daxi tribe, are full of awe of Donglong City and have always wanted to return to Donglong City.

Under his command."

Chips can often determine the success or failure of something.

Hu Wei fully believed that he had a bargaining chip, so he stood up straight and adjusted his linen clothes. The iron armor had been removed long ago, and the linen clothes felt very uncomfortable.

"There seems to be no benefit in keeping you here?"

He thought he had completely taken the initiative now, and planned to negotiate better terms so that he would not be under too much pressure when he returned to Donglong City.

An entire team of bloody cavalry were captured alive.

This is simply a joke, a complete joke, enough to make Hu Wei lose his position.

"Yes, a big yes, at least other refugee tribes can rely on us to recruit." Qin Lang's plan is being implemented step by step, and he needs to be humble.

The so-called square and round square is the way, and you must first retreat before you can advance.

"Haha!" Hu Wei laughed proudly, but unfortunately he was empty and didn't have much strength, so his laughter sounded a little lacking in confidence: "This condition does not seem to be enough to attract me to let you go. I am Hu Wei, Hu Wei of the Blood Cavalry.

Captain, the first armored knight among the Eastern Dragoons to possess the qualification of armored armor."

Knights are often arrogant and ignorant.

Qin Lang had been bending over, hanging his head, with a smile on his face. Now he suddenly straightened up and raised his head to stare at Hu Wei. The smile on his face faded and turned into a face full of frost.

"Don't forget whose hands you are still in. I can kill you at any time."

The tone was cold, without a trace of emotion, and there was a strong momentum when speaking, which forced Hu Wei, who was standing proudly, to take two steps back.

"How dare you? Once we die, Donglong City will definitely send an army to crush the Daxi tribe."

"Hmph, do you think you have that much weight?" Qin Lang became tougher now, and only by using both soft and hard tactics can he maximize his own interests.

"Or I can kill you all by myself, and then this debt will only be recorded on my head. I'm afraid the Darcy tribe will not be affected at all."

Qin Lang has strong strength as a guarantee. Every word he says is extremely convincing.

"You!" Hu Wei was timid. He was afraid. In front of Qin Lang's momentum, he felt that the chips he had just grabbed were all illusions created by Qin Lang. Only then did he realize everything about himself.

Everything is in the hands of this man. Life or death is in his hands.

After all, he has the strength and strength to do all this, maybe...

His eyes when he looked at Qin Lang were no longer firm. Instead, they were flickering. He recalled the first time he saw this man in the abyss of death, that strange white light. Maybe! Maybe he was still hiding his true strength.

"I need you to be a lobbyist to get the generals of Donglong City to be interested in me." Qin Lang relaxed his aura, picked up a piece of hay and held it in his mouth, and his whole body returned to his previous normal state.

If Qin Lang just now was compared to a knife, Qin Lang now has become a piece of grass. The green grass growing in the oasis is swaying in the wind, which is very natural and harmonious.

"What do you say? Just express your attitude. I don't want to embarrass you too much."

"Okay!" Hu Wei nodded without any thought of rejection.

Qin Lang laughed loudly, and suddenly there was an iron helmet in his hand, which he put into Hu Wei's hand, patted his shoulder and said: "Go back and give you a good meal tonight. We will go to Donglong City tomorrow.

"

The armored helmet belonged to Hu Wei. A huge helmet suddenly appeared in his hand. How could he do it so easily? Hu Wei's face turned slightly pale, which seemed to reflect his suspicion.

…

On the other side, the bearded Donglongqi General Mingqi slowly led his ten subordinates as the vanguard on the road to the Daxi tribe.

This was already the third day after he received the order to dispatch troops. He had to walk for two days on a one-night journey, but it was very tight. After receiving the order to dispatch troops, he spent a whole day in the mansion on the pretext of gathering his subordinates to discuss countermeasures.

Ming Qi knew very well that this was definitely not a good job. Hua Xiong was a guy who paid back every penny he spent, so there must be something fishy about it. Thinking of this, he sighed and turned his head to look at his precious son Ming Xi.

His temper was exactly the same as when he was young, so I couldn't help but slap him lightly.

"You little bastard, I've given you two days for causing such a terrible mess. Have you thought of a countermeasure?"

Ming Xi straightened the helmet that had been knocked crooked, and said with a grimace: "Hit me on the head again, and you knocked me unconscious. Why would it take two days to do something like this? Just go over and kill their leader and the refugees will disperse."

"You little bastard, you only know how to beat and kill. What happened to your head? Refugees are pitiful to begin with. Do you have the heart to kill them?" Mingqi was so angry that his beard trembled, wondering why he hadn't passed on his intelligence.

"What should we do?" Ming Xi looked like she was expecting her father to come up with a good idea.

"This!" Mingqi was a little embarrassed. He had been racking his brains for three days and couldn't think of a good solution. He would not kill refugees. As a general, he would not kill people without weapons. This was something Mingqi had abided by all his life.

motto.

The ten cavalrymen who followed behind them covered their mouths and almost laughed out loud.

The two father and son are simply carved from the same mold.

"Then, it's better to pretend that you can't beat him. Hua Xiong will have fewer evil ideas." Ming Xi rolled his eyes and finally thought of a way.

"Where did you put your father's prestige? If you can't beat him, are you planning to let your father's prestige fall to the bottom?" Ming Qi firmly disagreed with this idea. It was simply a bad idea.

"You've already been assigned to guard the gate, so what reputation do you have!" Ming Xi raised his middle finger to his father. It's really embarrassing for a general like his father to guard the gate of Donglong City.

"Oops! I'm so exhausted from thinking about it." The bearded Mingqi coughed a few times in embarrassment and said to a group of cadres behind him: "It's too hot to travel. Find a place to rest."

Delaying time here is painful.

On the other side, it was a different story. Qin Lang released a group of cavalrymen from the Blood-slaying Cavalry. Each of them was given a large piece of meat so that they could eat well so that they could go back.

Winning people's hearts seems to be a good job to do, but Lu Da and Lu Xi were greatly surprised. They didn't know where Qin Lang got all this meat.

Qin Lang smiled mysteriously at the two of them and whispered that he would tell them later.

The first step of the plan was being implemented, and old Sartre did not stop him. He studied the scriptures alone in the tent and thoroughly performed the work of a shaman.

The sky is clear and the sun is strong. There is no wind.

Qin Lang squinted and looked into the distance. That was the direction of Donglong City.

Fat cook Yan Liu's words floated in his ears.

Only when you reach the top of the world can you find your way home.

Go home!

He missed home a little.

Wang Jie's old song came home and was on my lips, so choked that I couldn't sing it out.

I walked on a deserted street at six o'clock in the morning, feeling tired

The vicissitudes of last night have long been numb in the unknown world

The cool wind blew my messy hair...

"Let's go!" With an order, Qin Lang, as the representative of the Daxi tribe, led a group of well-fed and well-trained cavalry to Donglong City.

No one in the Blood Cavalry dared to say anything. Going home is a good and powerful thing.

However, not everyone in the cavalry team is like this. Liu Cheng, Qin Lang's classmate whose name he forgot, has been observing Qin Lang, who rides with Wang Xiang, ever since he knew that the Daxi tribe wanted to let him go.

The linen clothes he wears cannot conceal his natural leadership qualities. His skin is very good, and the sun in the desert seems to be unable to leave any traces on him. Under his thick eyebrows, his reserved eyes exude the light of wisdom from time to time.

.Overall, Qin Lang looks very good, so good that he even feels a little effeminate.

How could such a person have such great power?

But why he rides with others seems to be somewhat inconsistent with his position as a leader.

Liu Cheng was very curious and couldn't understand.

Only Wang Xiang understood. Qin Lang couldn't ride a horse, and he still can't ride a horse. This was the only weakness he could see since he met the boss.

"Damn it, my precious ass!" Qin Lang cursed in a low voice. Wang Xiang heard clearly that the Darxi tribe was far away from Donglong City and could only go there on horseback. Qin Lang was very distressed.

"Are there any camels in the damn Barrens."

"Camel!" Wang Xiang was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of this kind of thing before: "Boss, what is a camel?"

"Ah!" Qin Lang lamented, his last hope gone. Thinking about the two humps of a camel, it must be very comfortable to sit between them. There are no camels in the desert. The species here are so poor. No wonder it is called a barren land.

.

"Forget it, forget it, run faster."

"Drive." The horses were galloping, sand and dust were flying, and the group of people galloped like arrows towards Donglong City.

…

somewhere

The specific location is in the desert between Donglong City and the Daxi tribe. A town submerged by the desert of death had a very nice name, Cuizhu, more than ten years ago.

Cuizhu Town has the most peculiar landscape mirage in the desert.

And the pattern of appearance is extremely fixed, with intervals of three months and sunny days. Not only that, the most peculiar thing is that there is always a fixed picture in every unpredictable mirage.

Emerald green bamboos grow in the mountains, streams splash, birds chirp, and golden light often flashes among the waterfalls that hit the mountains. Some people often say that it is a treasure land, and you can get great benefits after entering it.

Therefore, among the people who come here to watch the mirage, there are also treasure hunters.

It's a pity that the wind and sand from the Death Desert blew here more than ten years ago, destroying the water source and the conditions for people to survive in the desert. People fled. More than ten years later, all that is left are the ruins and the old buildings.

Mirages appear in cities.

The beautiful scenery is always there, but it's a pity...

This once emerald pearl in the desert will one day be annihilated even by its ruins, leaving only the vast desert as far as the eye can see.

"Dad, we can't delay it any longer. It would be ridiculous if we delay it any longer. We don't have much water left." Ming Xi tried to remind his father that in three days, twelve of them still had not reached the Daxi tribe.

"Hey, isn't that Cuizhu Town? I remember I used to come here to see mirages when I was a kid." The bearded Mingqi saw a boundary monument exposed on the yellow sand in the distance, and a smile appeared on his face: "Good boy, when I was a kid

.Your grandfather often brings me here to see mirages. Let’s rest here for a day and try our luck.”

"It's all flooded by the desert. What's there to see? Daddy, let's hurry up! Otherwise, we won't be able to save our heads." Mingxi no longer had the initial patience, and he was very clear about the consequences of lingering. Hua Xiong

That old guy was plotting against his father and son behind his back.

"Son, you don't understand! Here, I can think quietly." Ming Qi looked ahead. He seemed to remember many things from his childhood. There was sadness in his eyes.

Mingxi couldn't be more stubborn than her father, so she could only follow a group of people to find a resting place on a broken wall in Cuizhu Town, waiting for the mirage to appear.

The sun climbed into the sky, and it was very hot at noon.

Outside Cuizhu Town, in the direction of the Darcy tribe, a group of cavalry galloped and rushed into Cuizhu Town in the blink of an eye. The large black dust behind them was not caused by the cavalry, but a sandstorm.

Qin Lang looked back and cursed the weather. It was still a bright sun, but why was there a sandstorm? More than twenty people rushed into Cuizhu Town, and a sandstorm swept over them.

The clear sky was filled with darkness, and the raging wind blew sand all over the sky and the ground. Just as Wang Xiang wanted to open his mouth to speak, his mouth was stuffed with sand.

I don't know what method Qin Lang used, but his voice was still loud despite the blinding sand and dust.

"Don't try to run away while the weather is bad. Just follow me closely. Wang Xiang, you damn fast find a place to take shelter." Among all the people, Liu Cheng had encountered sandstorms several times and knew how deadly this kind of thing was.

Where to go to hide in the weather, shouting against the wind and sand: "Follow me."

He noticed that there was a relatively intact wall in front of him. Hiding behind the wall was the best way to avoid the wind and sand.

"Don't lie to us. The fate of the Daxi tribe is in your hands." Qin Lang heard the cry and shouted for Wang Xiang to follow the bay red horse that rushed into the queue.

The ongoing sandstorm is very terrifying. Although the sandstorm is fierce at this time, Qin Lang knows that this is just the prelude to the desert storm. The real violent storm may come at any time and cannot be delayed for a moment.

For the cavalry who have been running in the desert all year round, they all have this kind of common sense. No one dares to run around. If they run around, they will be swept away by a big storm, which will only lead to death.

More than twenty people followed Liu Cheng's bay-red horse and rushed behind the wall.

The wall is very high and surrounds it on all sides, but there are other people behind this wall.

The Ming army...12 cavalry.

Under the wind and sand, it is difficult to see each other's face and mouth clearly, let alone while riding a horse.

The father and son of the Ming family behind the wall had long heard the shouts such as "The fate of the Darcy tribe..." and with a wave of their hands, ten cavalrymen hid at the two entrances on the back of the wall as quickly as possible.

Come in and immediately chop him to death.

Qin Lang and the others had no idea that there was anyone inside the wall. They were so frightened by the sandstorm that they lost their usual vigilance.

Amidst the clatter of horses' hooves, Liu Cheng rushed in through the crack in the wall first. Suddenly, two steel knives struck him from top to bottom, about to split him in half. Liu Cheng's martial arts skills were higher than those of the Bloody Cavalry.

He was ranked second in the family, and he was startled when he saw two steel knives.

He quickly let go of the reins and used the strength of the horse to cross the horse's head and roll forward. Two steel knives scraped against his body and narrowly passed by. The Ming family father and son brought out this time all the mainstays of the Ming family army. Seeing that the other party was there

In a hurry, he dodged the steel knife. Wei Wei was startled and realized that the opponent was also a powerful guy. The people on the side quickly took over, and three more steel swords were directed at Liu Cheng.

Liu Cheng had just landed, but before he could regain his strength, his eyes twitched and three steel knives fell down. He pulled out the dagger fiercely and rolled over while protecting it at his waist.

"Ding, ding, ding..." The short knife knocked over two steel knives, but one still fell on his shoulder, blood splattered and dyed the flying sand red.

Wang Xiang and Qin Lang who followed closely behind also rushed in at this time. What just happened happened in the blink of an eye. Qin Lang had no idea what was going on inside. When Wang Xiang led him and rushed into the wall,

At that moment, he suddenly saw two steel knives falling towards Wang Xiang. He was shocked and hit Wang Xiang's waist with a slap. Wang Xiang's back hurt and he rolled off the horse. The two steel knives suddenly fell into the air. Qin Lang flew away.

Get up, draw the bow left and right.

"Papa." Two slaps hit the wrists of the two people on the side of the door firmly. The steel knives fell from their wrists in pain.

At this time, the horse under Qin Lang was startled and rushed into the door. Qin Lang knocked down the attacker's steel knife. When he saw the leader rolling to the ground, two more steel knives came to greet him. If he didn't save him, he would be killed.

The hand that was about to slap the heads of the two people on the side of the door suddenly turned into claws. He grabbed a handful of sand from the crack that came in, applied it with force, and hit it out.

The muddy sand was equipped with the power of Sanqing, which was quite powerful. It hit the person holding the steel knife and let out two groans. The two of them swayed and the falling steel knife slowed down. Liu Cheng took advantage of this gap to cover his shoulders and roll on the ground.

On the side, he jumped up.

At the same time, another nine-ring machete stood in front of Qin Lang who was about to rush forward. The knife was full of murderous intent. Its fierce momentum was completely different from that of the swordsmen. Qin Lang did not dare to ignore it, and quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding it.

With a strange knife move, he pulled out the black stone sword from the Qiankun Belt and guarded it by his side. He didn't know how many people were inside the wall. He didn't dare to be careless at all.

Behind him, Hu Wei and a group of blood-stricken cavalry were about to rush in, but they were blocked back.

The wind and sand were blowing harder and harder, and no one could see anyone clearly.

Wang Xiang, who had been knocked off his horse by Qin Lang, stood up and broke into a cold sweat when he looked at the two steel knives beside him. He took out the knife he carried with him and wanted to rush over to help, but he didn't expect a whip to fly out of the sand and block his way.

The nine-ring machete failed, without any hesitation, and he swung it upwards with extremely fast speed and vicious skills. It had been a while since Qin Lang came to the other world, and the only time Qin Lang had ever felt threatened was once.

In the Xifu warehouse, the elegant swordsmanship of the man in black.

I didn't expect to meet another person today. His sword skills are not fancy, and the emphasis is on killing people. Only those who have been on the battlefield can practice this kind of sword skills. The opponent's sword at an angle broke through the backhand he had prepared.

Qin Lang had no choice but to put the sword away and protect it in front of his chest. The owner of the Nine-ring Sword seemed to be extremely confident in his own strength and had no intention of stopping, intending to have a head-on confrontation.

Qin Lang felt happy. The stone sword in his hand was a magic weapon, and the opponent's hard work was just asking for trouble.

"Bang." The swords and knives met.

The nine-ring knife shook, the blade curled, and screams suddenly came from the wind and sand.

The black stone sword was not damaged at all. Qin Lang laughed twice, and then in the gap where the other party was surprised, he picked up the stone sword and hit the Nine Ring Saber hard.

"Pa da." The nine-ring knife was cut into two pieces.

"What kind of sword is this?" A rough voice came from the wind and sand. Qin Lang felt somewhat familiar, but he couldn't figure out who it was.

"It turns out it's you, boy Mingxi." Wang Xiang, who was entangled with the whip on the other side, suddenly shouted, holding a short knife and running back and forth to get entangled with the whip by taking advantage of his own speed.

The weapon is a short knife, and speed is the advantage. These are all taught by Qin Lang. Wang Xiang is naturally a fast runner and has no advantage in strength, but when it comes to running, I am afraid that no one in the desert can outrun him.

After the victory outside Ximen, Wang Xiang's courage and confidence were completely inspired. Coupled with Qin Lang's teachings to him during these days, Wang Xiang has now made leaps and bounds in terms of martial arts and courage.

"Are you the bearded man from Beimen?" Qin Lang heard Wang Xiang's voice and suddenly remembered that the voice was Cheng Yaojin who had come out halfway that day.

"stop."

The other party recognized him, and the bearded Mingqi shouted loudly, and the Ming army stopped. The chaotic scene was relieved for a while, and the blood-sucking cavalry who were fighting together in a hurry finally noticed who they were fighting fiercely with, a

One person exclaimed: "Ming Family Army!"

At this time, the Ming family army also saw clearly who the opponent was, and shouted: "It turns out to be you." The purpose of their trip was to destroy the Blood Cavalry, and they did not expect to meet them here.

The chaos turned into mutual surprise, but Qin Lang was secretly cursing that he was terrible, fearing that the blood-sucking cavalry team he had trained so obediently would have a rebellious attitude.

"Wang Xiang, come here quickly." He didn't want Wang Xiang to be too far away from him, which would only make him more dangerous. He knew his character very well. If a close friend were to catch him, he would probably act emotionally.

Only when everything is under his control will he feel more at ease.

When Wang Xiang heard Qin Lang's cry, he retreated to Qin Lang's side with his sword in his chest, back to back with him. He also realized that the current situation was not good for both of them.

"Boss, what should I do? It's that kid again."

Qin Lang signaled in a low voice: "Follow me and stop talking."

At this time, everything was quiet inside the wall. The bearded General Mingqi held half of the nine-ring sword and stared at Qin Lang. After recognizing it for a while, he suddenly said in shock: "It's you." (To be continued...)