As soon as Tie Zheng felt Ye Cheng's gaze, he stabbed his spear into the ground and said arrogantly: "It took me a lot of effort to get this spear, but that old Sulei Roman actually has a long spear."
The spear was hidden inside the flagpole. If I hadn't burned down his family, I would never have found it!"
Ye Cheng frowned. This guy seemed to be not only lustful, but also extremely bloodthirsty. It seemed that few horse thieves were really good. Suddenly he felt the murderous intent of the other party, so he quickly concentrated his mind and turned all his thoughts away.
Distracted thoughts were pushed out of his mind, and he focused on confronting his opponent.
After dozens of breaths, Tiezheng Naichi finally couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him could actually maintain the state of emptiness. This was a height that he had not yet reached. He had a murderous intention in his heart, and the momentum ratio had already dropped.
He caught the wind, flashed his eyes, raised his spear sharply, thrust out a straight blow, and launched an attack suddenly.
Only then did Ye Cheng, who was waiting sternly, realize how powerful this horse thief was.
The spear kept turning, slowly and gradually becoming faster, like a strong wind, forming a faint whirlpool of strong air, covering Ye Cheng's entire body.
The most frightening thing is that this stab did not hit in a straight line, but seemed to be straight and curved, and seemed to vaguely follow an invisible arc trajectory. Ye Cheng's eyes twitched, and he was horrified. He did not expect the strength of this horse thief.
It's so powerful, just from this strange and unparalleled momentum, it's no longer possible to challenge it head-on, and you have to hesitate a lot whether to block it head-on.
Ye Cheng suddenly moved his body back, and at the same time, he tilted his saber forward from bottom to top.
Tie Zheng shouted wildly, all the hair on his body stood up, and his appearance became extremely majestic. The soul-splitting spear made an impossible change, retracting and releasing it, narrowly avoiding the blade, and changing to another angle.
Attacking Yecheng endlessly.
With Ye Cheng's vision, experience, and courage, he felt a chill in his heart.
The feeling of not being able to hit the tip of the opponent's spear felt uncomfortable, and he had a helpless feeling that he had nowhere to vent his energy. Moreover, he could not send and receive it freely and control it with his heart. The aroused energy surged in his chest and abdomen.
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The soul-splitting spear had already struck from the right, its energy piercing the bones.
What Ye Cheng was thinking about at this moment was how to snatch the weapon from his hand. The most important thing was to be able to save his life for the time being. After the edge of the weapon was a little stronger, he could find ways to find flaws and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
In other words, under Tiezheng's fierce and unparalleled attack, his originally powerful momentum had suffered a serious setback.
There was a trace of disdain on Tiezheng's face, and a strange light shot out from his eyes, showing that he had reached the peak of his true energy, striving to kill the enemy within a few moves, and shouted: "Boy, accept your fate!
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"when!"
Ye Cheng slashed horizontally with his knife. The moment the spear tip touched his body, he dodged to avoid it. At the same time, he successfully hit the spear tip, stopping the only point where the entire rotating spear did not rotate, and immediately turned his own
The true energy leaked in in an extremely violent and violent manner. Ye Cheng could even feel his own true energy spinning strangely due to the rotation of the opponent's spear body. This immediately made the already penetrating true energy even more arrogant and tight.
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If someone was watching the battle, they would naturally be able to see that Ye Cheng was almost completely defeated just now. If he had not been able to stop the attack by hitting the opponent's spear point, Tiezheng's spear skills would have been fully deployed until Ye Cheng's hatred spear fell.
It will end just now. Although this blow is a loss, it is a life-saving opportunity.
Tiezheng's whole body shook violently, the lightning moved back, and he clenched the spear body with both hands. Only then did he stop the terrible spinning force, and struggled to dissolve the drill-like infuriating energy entering his body, and his face turned slightly red.
Compared to the state of his opponent, Ye Cheng was miserable. He was knocked back by the force of the spear tip's counterattack. The energy and blood that was already surging in his chest and abdomen boiled even more, and he quickly flew back.
It was still unbearable to spit out a large mouthful of blood.
The two stared at each other and returned to the confrontation, but their expressions lost their previous expressions, and the strength of their opponents was beyond expectations.
Tie Zheng laughed loudly and said: "Boy, you are pretty strong. If you follow me, I promise to give you a lot of money and women!"
Ye Cheng sneered: "Are you following you to die? One day the leader named Huo Qingtong kills you, and you will not be proud of it!"
Tie Zheng's expression turned cold, and he frowned and said: "Boy, no matter you want to provoke me deliberately or whatever, you must die today!"
The soul-splitting spear burst out again, but this time it was not a weird spinning move. However, it was quite powerful and domineering, making people dare not meet its sharp edge, and lightning struck Ye Cheng's throat.
Ye Cheng's eyes lit up and he smiled: "Tie Zheng, you are tired, you can't even use the spinning spear technique just now!"
Suddenly, the man walked away with the sword, and the sword in his hand turned into a ray of silver light and slammed into the deepest part of the spear shadow.
The sun had just set behind the Western Mountain, the sky and the earth were darkened, and a cold wind had begun to blow, making the battle even more tragic.
The caravan was also clamoring for death. Although they had the advantage in numbers, the gap in quality was still not small. A number of thieves kept falling down. If the injuries were not fatal, they were immediately rushed into the formation and treated with medicine.
bandage.
The five of Lan Rumei were able to resist a high-level mid-level master. After many times of guidance, these five girls finally made great progress. They were already very familiar with each other because of their cooperation, but now their strength has improved by leaps and bounds.
Appearing murderous.
The rest of the Changfeng Escort Bureau, except for Shang Liu, were also able to fight fiercely against their opponents, but Feng Ping and Cheng Caiyu clearly had the upper hand. Feng Ping's flying knife skills were also considered a masterpiece, making their opponents extremely careful.
Under restraint; Cheng Caiyu's nine-section whip showed a profound knowledge, like a meat grinder, leaving scars on the opponent's body.
Although everyone was so fierce, the scale of victory still tilted like a horse thief. As the thieves kept falling to the ground, the scene became bloody.
Under Tiezheng's violent storm-like offensive, Ye Cheng was already swaying with the wind, and his whole body had no complete skin. Fortunately, he had the protection of a high-grade golden bell, so he was not stabbed into pieces, and the back shock
The power also caused the opponent to suffer a lot, and the force of the attack must be returned at least three levels.
This blood-colored sunset will be rendered with blood after all. After a long time, when even Ye Cheng didn't know whether he could hold on, Shang Liu was severely injured. Fortunately, the quick hands and eyes of the man on the side were enough to pull him back.
Otherwise, they would definitely be dismembered; the rest of the people were also covered in blood and were about to run out of fuel.
Half of the general characters of the Ninth Sand Pirates Group were also killed, and the guy who fought Feng Ping also had his neck wiped. He finally got back one step, but as long as Yecheng collapsed, the caravan would be wiped out in minutes.
Just a matter.
Suddenly, Ye Cheng heard Lan Rumei's scream, and when he glanced at her, he saw that her left arm had been cut off by her opponent. Blood kept pouring out, and her white armor was dyed blood red, and her face turned pale.
Then he quickly stepped aside and applied medicine to stop the bleeding.
Because he had not killed Ye Cheng for a long time, Tiezheng Nayi, who was full of anger, raised his eyes and found a good opportunity. He divided his spear three times in a row and stabbed Ye Cheng's calf.
He suddenly burst into blood, laughed ferociously, and unleashed another ferocious attack from his hands.
Ye Cheng, who had no retreat, endured serious injuries all over his body and suffered heavy losses one after another. Even with strong recovery power, it was too late. The sword that killed the horse had long been lost, and the scars on his fleshy palms were intertwined and shapeless.
"Da da da da"
Just when everyone was about to despair, there was a rapid sound of horse hoofbeats. Tie Zheng frowned, glanced over, his face suddenly changed, and he picked out several spears, almost killing him.
, but the sound of horse hooves behind him was also approaching. With a cold snort, he pulled away and flew back, shouting: "The idea is tough, retreat!"
Except for some relatively weak horse thieves, the others, including Hadro and Ina, mounted their horses and galloped away.
Life is so fragile. Everyone who has regained their life has forgotten the pain and the death of their companions. They all fell to the ground, breathing heavily, enjoying the right to live at this moment.
Ye Cheng was so weak that he fell to the ground, gasping for breath. The sound of horse hooves came to him like a whirlwind and stopped suddenly. A woman wearing a bright red warrior robe and a pair of bright red fur boots appeared in front of her.
Under the turban, like a red cloud, a pair of sharp eyes scanned Ye Cheng, with mutton-fat skin and a red veil covering his face.
After a while, he regained some strength. Ye Cheng gently propped up his body and looked at the woman in red who was talking to Guo Xu. She was obviously a beautiful woman, but she couldn't exude any feminine aura. She was as capable as
Men generally have a dashing and heroic appearance. If it weren't for her protruding figure, no one would really think of him as a woman.
The woman in red turned around and shouted to the hundreds of riders behind her: "Rescue immediately and bring them back to the city!"
This woman did not wait for the Changfeng Escort Bureau to speak, but she already skillfully commanded her men to rescue people and help carry the goods at the same time. The host and guest were reversed.
Coming closer to Lan Rumei who was sitting cross-legged, Ye Cheng smiled and said, "How, how do you feel? One-armed god nun!"
Although Lan Rumei's face was extremely pale, it was not fatal. She snorted angrily: "You guy, you are not serious at all, why are you not tired to death? You should bandage it quickly. The injuries on this body will drag on."
Over time something will definitely go wrong."
Ye Cheng smiled and said: "It's okay, I'll get used to it when I leave! By the way, I also had an arm cut off by someone back then. Please bear with it and go to the city to find a medical center for treatment. Put the severed arm away for a while, at least
Cheaper money!"
Xiao Wu on the side hummed: "You two still have the energy to flirt, but we almost want to die. This feeling is worse than death. My lower abdomen is about to be cut through!"
Ye Cheng turned around and asked: "Fangcao, who is that woman? Do you know her?"
Fangcao Liantian said: "If you guessed correctly, she is the Feihongjin of the Luobu tribe. She is also a horse thief in this area. However, she is more principled. As long as she gives you money, she will keep you safe in her territory. She is the warrior.
The elite of the tribe! This Qiang City is the base of the Luo Bu tribe, and many people are jealous of this treasure land!"
Ye Cheng asked curiously: "Is the Luobu tribe very strong? They can actually defend a city. Haven't other tribes attacked?"
Fangcao nodded and said smoothly: "Of course there were people who came to fight her, but she dismissed them all. This is one of the reasons why she can stand on the grassland, but it also shows her extremely strong ability!"
Seeing that the caravan had been organized, Ye Cheng also got on his horse, thinking that if he asked the Feihong scarf when no one was around, he might be able to find the Hamaya himself and complete the task.
The caravan moved again, and with the elite escort of the Rob tribe, it finally felt relaxed, and everyone gradually became more active, and they were even more curious about the woman in red in front of them, the thief of the northwest - Fei Hongjin.
