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"Gray scorpion, flying leopard, red blood column to the left; evil comes, Li Dazui, old poplar to the right, I will control its tail; the drilling kite is waiting for an opportunity to jump on its back and chop off its brain with the Qinghong sword; the rest of the people and others to attack its legs." In the blink of an eye, Luo Wanxiang arranged the duties of everyone, and all the thieves obeyed.

The six people responsible for the restraint of both sides were all powerful guys among the thieves, and the Zangtian Harrier was thin and the most light-skilled among the people. The Qinghong Sword was the sword on Luo Wanxiang's waist, and it was a rare weapon to blow hair and cut off his hair. But Luo Wanxiang took off the Qinghong Sword without hesitation and threw it to the Zangtian Harrier.

This is how Luo Wanxiang can control the energy of everyone, bend and stretch, get and give up, and when major events come, they are calm. Only Tangcheng can see that Luo Wanxiang's back is already wet, obviously this demon scorpion puts great pressure on him.

The demon scorpion was originally a common sand scorpion in the desert, and the largest was only about eight inches. However, after they accidentally swallowed the earth-based five elements spirit stone, they evolved beyond their weak wisdom and realized the instinct of cultivation.

But their wisdom was extremely weak, and the beastly instinct that dominated their behavior was still the beastly instinct. Seeing that these weak insects did not scatter and flee around, the demon scorpion was angry and squeaked twice, and rushed towards everyone with a terrible wind.

This demon scorpion looked extremely bulky, but its speed in the desert was extremely fast, and it could be called advancing and retreating like wind. The bone clamps stretched and retracted like lightning, and suddenly rushed towards the three people on the right.

Lao Huyang shouted loudly, his muscles tightened on his arm. He picked up the mace and gritted his teeth and smashed it away. With a creaking sound of grinding teeth, a string of sparks appeared on the bone clamps, and the wolf teeth were bounced away.

Even the demon scorpion was blocked by the terrifying brute force of the old Huyang, and his body couldn't help but stagnate. The evil was so cunning that he hurriedly helped the old Huyang back, and Li Dazui was the only one left in front of the demon scorpion.

Li Da's mouth is the most delicious, and he keeps chewing things in his mouth. However, at this moment, he only felt bitter in his mouth. Even if there were endless delicacies in front of him, he had no intention of watching them.

"Ha!" After pretending to be brave, Li Dazui put the iron rod behind his back, suddenly swung it up, spun it in the air, and smashed it at the other bone clamp of the demon scorpion.

"Boom!" It seemed like there was a thunder in the air. Li Dazui's mouth was torn apart, his feet staggered back, his ankle was deeply trapped in the yellow sand, and he fell to the ground after walking a few steps.

The demon scorpion was not feeling well. It was obvious that there was a little collapse on the guy's bone clamps, and blue body fluids oozed out. Under the severe pain, the demon scorpion squeaked and immediately started to frenzy.

The tail hook trembled and was about to stab Li Dazui. If the demon scorpion acted as fast as the wind, the speed of the tail hook would be lightning. Seeing the darkness piercing towards his chest, but he was exhausted, Li Dazui couldn't help but become desperate.

The strong wind blew over, and Li Dazui couldn't help but close his eyes. However, the tail hook actually thrust, rubbing Li Dazui's ribs into the yellow sand. The yellow sand turned black and red at a speed visible to the naked eye, which showed how violent its toxicity was.

Li Dazui escaped from death. When he stared at him, Luo Wanxiang had indeed entangled the tail hook of the demon scorpion with his flying claws, pulling it to deflect it. However, the demon scorpion's strange power pulled Luo Wanxiang step by step.

There was a force surging from there. Li Dazui bounced up from the yellow sand like a corpse and shouted, "Go together!" As he said that, he rushed towards the demon scorpion with a iron rod and smashed it into the demon scorpion's legs with a stick.

The legs of the demon scorpion were relatively thin, and Li Dazui successfully smashed it to a certain angle. The other thieves were also aroused by fierceness and rushed forward, killing and guns.

The yellow sand was flying, scolding and yelling, and making a sound.

With the joint efforts of everyone, they beat the demon scorpion step by step back. If it weren't for the extremely hard shell of the demon scorpion, it would be impossible to successfully remove it.

The Zantian Harrier turned over and landed on the back of the demon scorpion, but it was covered with yellow sand, which was too slippery. The Zantian Harrier was as fast as a wind. Before he could take action, he slid down and landed under the demon scorpion. If he hadn't shrunk into a ball with cleverness, he would have been trampled to death.

From the battlefield, the fourteen people have already gained the upper hand against the demon scorpion. However, the reason why demon scorpion is exploring is not because it is extremely resistant to fighting.

The ugly compound eyes swayed, and the demon scorpion screamed angrily. Before, the demon scorpion had made a squeaking sound, but this time it did not make people feel palpitations.

A "swish!" sounded, and a sand thorn suddenly burst out from the dune covered with footprints, like a spike, strung the caught gray scorpion on it, and the blood tilted down the sand thorn waterfall, and it was impossible to survive.

As a monster with earth attribute, this sand thorn is the specialty of the demon scorpion. These horse bandits are just ordinary people in the martial arts world, and they are not even good players. How can they resist such an attack?

Seeing that the gray scorpion died miserably, the morale of the crowd suddenly fell to a low point. The Zantian Harrier's eyes were spinning around and had already begun to escape. With the Qinghong Sword in his hand, his strength soared by 50%, and he could not help but be moved.

At this moment, Luo Wanxiang took a long breath and shouted: "Senior, help me!"

Tang Cheng smiled lowly, and he jumped forward, and a palm was printed on the bone clamp of the demon scorpion, tilting its body. If Tang Cheng wanted to, he could kill the monster with one palm at any time, but at this moment he played a martial arts master, so his performance naturally could not be too out of line. The demon scorpion squeaked angrily, and the sand spike stood like a forest. However, Tang Cheng could always avoid these stings like a premonition and take a calm step. Then, he kicked the sand spike to pieces with one kick.

The thieves looked at Tang Cheng's performance and couldn't help but open their mouths. Only then did they know why Luo Wanxiang wanted to bow down to Tang Cheng and behave in a low voice.

Not long after, the demon scorpion exhausted its demonic power and was unable to use the sand spike to attack, and its body was covered with scars. Its eyes rolled, and the bone clamps suddenly pierced into the yellow sand. They wanted to escape, and the thieves couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Tang Cheng grabbed the demon scorpion's tail hook with one hand, pulled it out again, and threw it into the sky. Such a strange force! This scene was imprinted in the eyes of everyone, shattering all their resistance emotions.

"This guy is more valuable than gold. Don't you want it?" Tang Cheng smiled and said, "Think about its shell, how light and powerful it should be to make some shields!"

The eyes of the thieves lit up. If gold is not worth their hard work, then the magical weapons are enough to arouse their craziest emotions.

Judging from the tone, it seemed that Tang Cheng would not compete with them for the spoils of the demon scorpion. Everyone's hearts became hot and they all looked at Luo Wanxiang.

Luo Wanxiang's figure shook, and came to the sky Harrier. He reached out to pick the Qinghong sword, pulled the sword out of the sheath, and flashed a dazzling green light, and shouted: "Eat meat or drink soup, just look at this shop!" After saying that, the demon scorpion finally soared into the sky. This time it was a shell that hit the ground, and it was difficult to turn over for a while, revealing its relatively soft abdomen.

Luo Wanxiang jumped up and rushed towards the demon scorpion. Everyone screamed and followed, excited as if they were robbing the good women. The demon scorpion had been beaten to death by Tang Cheng, and there was room for a fight back. In a moment, the demon scorpion's thin legs were broken, and its abdomen was cut open, and its fishy internal organs flowed across the river.

This demon scorpion is the lowest-strength existence in the world of cultivation, but its shell is the five elements belonging to earth, so it can refine the low-grade magic weapon halo shield. Luo Wanxiang and other people naturally cannot refine weapons Tang Cheng and cannot take action for them, but the shell of this demon scorpion itself is an excellent material.

After killing the demon scorpion, the thieves cleared the flesh and blood of the demon scorpion, leaving only an extremely light shell. Luo Wanxiang, holding the Qinghong Sword in his hand, stepped forward with a high spirit.

With the blessing of internal energy, the Qinghong sword's sword light sucked and spit out, and a blue sword light appeared. Without saying anything, Luo Wanxiang came to the dark shell and stabbed the sword straight.

The blue sword light slowly sank into the carapace, but the body of the Qinghong Sword was blocked from the carapace, making a "ding" sound.

Luo Wanxiang's face turned red.

If it were just the thiefs from the Flying Eagle Gang, Luo Wanxiang would have been as if nothing had happened. However, with the Fang family of Tangcheng standing in front of him, Luo Wanxiang naturally cared about his own performance.

The horse bandits ignored the embarrassment of their gang leader at this moment, but instead turned their eyes to Tang Cheng. Seeing this scene, Tang Cheng was naturally a little funny.

However, he still had some places to use these horse bandits, so he naturally didn't want to make a fuss with them. Tang Cheng stepped forward slowly and said, "I'll give it a try!"

Luo Wanxiang hurriedly handed over the Qinghong Sword, and Tang Cheng took it and weighed it in his hand. The Qinghong Sword is about eight inches longer than an ordinary sword, and the sword body is slightly wider, imitating the style of an ancient sword. The sword body is filled with a faint cold light, which is obviously extremely sharp. However, the Qinghong Sword is still not strong enough to deal with the hardest part of the monster.

A sword flower was easily shaken out. Tang Cheng missed the Bilan sword that had been broken into two pieces. He grinned and Tang Cheng stabbed forward.

The green light was like a rainbow, and it disappeared in an instant.

With endless calmness, Tang Cheng stood with his sword, took two steps back, and handed the Qinghong Sword back to Luo Wanxiang. The shell seemed to be silent, and the thieves couldn't help but look at each other.

Did even this master fail?

Just now, the carapace was just rising from my mind, and the entire demon scorpion had round holes on the ground.
Chapter completed!