Chapter 46 Prince Xie Yue: This is unreasonable

Ho ho ho!

Oh oh oh!

There were numerous figures, and there was a sound of hoofbeats. On the sand dunes in the distance, figures surged over like a tide, full of murderous intent.

Fang Yu glanced over and saw people coming over like a tide. They were all sand bandits wearing unicorn armor, riding camels, holding huge scimitars, carrying bows and arrows on their backs, and they were killing each other in hundreds and thousands from all directions.

Those camels, all with white hair, run as fast as flying. They are the white dragon camels in the desert. They are comparable to a thousand-mile horse, with explosive power and extremely fast speed. Especially in the desert, they are easier to use than a thousand-mile horse.

A person riding a camel is like a boat sailing along the current.

In the blink of an eye, the bandits came over.

"Crane, fly up."

Fang Yu wanted to practice this time and immediately let the crane fly high into the sky.

Of course, even without Fang Yu's words, the crane wanted to fly up, but it seemed to be hesitating whether to take Fang Yu with him.

Now after listening to Fang Yu's words, he immediately flew high into the sky, away from the sand bandits.

"I met sand bandits as soon as I arrived, so I was lucky."

The Purple Thunder Sword given to him by Fang Qingxue appeared in Fang Yu's hand, and he was ready for a fight.

As for the magic weapons obtained by the Great Thunder Sound Temple in the Zhetian Realm, he did not use them immediately. They were trump cards, and they might have miraculous effects at critical moments.

Swish swish, swish swish!

At this moment, an overwhelming rain of arrows rushed over like locusts. The arrows' penetrating power was so strong that they seemed to penetrate the human body.

This group of bandits actually stopped five hundred steps away, and began to kill them with a dense rain of swords.

There was also the faint sound of the bandits laughing wildly.

"A great master of the Yuhua Sect and a disciple of the Immortal Sect, actually came to our desert of Hanhai to die alone? How much does he look down on us bandits!"

"It's really too arrogant. A disciple who has not even reached the secret realm of magical powers actually ventures into the vast desert alone and wants to kill us? He is going to die here today!"

"Kill him, kill him completely. We haven't tasted the flesh and blood of a disciple of the Yuhua Immortal Sect for a long time. We don't know if it smells good or not."

"It's too arrogant and must be killed!"

The voices of the bandits came over one by one, but without any hesitation in their hands, they all shot arrows at Fang Yu desperately.

Fang Yu rushed forward with a swish. When he rushed over, the purple thunder sword in his hand danced into a sword flower, protecting his vital parts and knocking away all the arrows shot at him.

Facing an arrow shot from five hundred steps away, Fang Yu had only one way to deal with it, and that was to rush over and fight at close range.

His speed was extremely fast. In just a few breaths, he was actually in front of the bandits. He slashed with the purple thunder sword in his hand, and one of the bandits was destroyed, including his body and armor.

Even though the bandits were wearing armor, they were no match for the Purple Thunder Sword. Wherever the Purple Thunder Sword passed, the armors of the bandits were shattered and their bodies were destroyed.

The blood suddenly arose.

Phew. Phew.

Dozens of bandits have been cut in half and thrown off their camels.

Fang Yu stabbed a sand bandit's scales with his sword again, stabbing a hole in his heart. The sand bandit immediately fell to the ground, dead.

At this time, he was like a killing star, his sword light was like a shooting star, his aura was fierce, his momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and his actual combat experience was getting richer and richer.

This is real actual combat, not a competition.

Thousands of bandits came towards Fang Yu with swords and guns, without any hesitation or luck.

This very tempers one's fighting will.

Facing the ferocious army of sand bandits, fighting alone with one man and one sword is indeed a test of courage, wisdom, strength, and luck.

When he harvested the lives one by one and stabbed the bandits to death, Fang Yu had a sharper sense of spirit. He felt the breath of the dead souls.

He seemed to have become a god of death, constantly harvesting lives.

This time, there were at least a thousand sand bandits besieging him. They were all very fierce, killing people like crazy. When they charged at him without any risk, their momentum alone could make people's livers and gallbladders burst with fear.

What do masters in the secret realm of supernatural powers fear most? What they fear is being surrounded and killed by a large army. Among thousands of troops, it is difficult to perform any martial arts.

However, Fang Yu now exists in the psychic realm, and is much more powerful than ordinary masters. His spiritual power allows him to face the siege of many sand bandits, and he can always judge the line in advance and kill the opponent.

Of course, during the constant fighting, some of the bandits' machetes struck him, but they were all deflected by the cassock and could not penetrate.

The robes of the Yuhua Sect are made of silk from five kinds of spiritual silkworms, and are imbued with magic power. Ordinary swords and guns cannot penetrate it at all. The arrow rain is also very powerful, but it cannot be penetrated.

The penetrating power of Sword Rain is nothing to Fang Yu today, so Fang Yu is now becoming more and more courageous in the army of sand bandits, killing more and more sand bandits.

"Damn it, why is this kid so powerful?"

"He hasn't cultivated to the secret realm of supernatural powers yet, but he can actually compete with our army. I don't believe it! Kill him!"

"With so many of us swarming over him, why can't we kill him?"

The bandits roared one after another and rushed forward desperately.

Facing Fang Yu, the more he fought, the more brave he became. These bandits actually took the initiative and gained the courage to fight without fear of death.

Clang!

Suddenly, a scimitar fell on Fang Yu's head like a waning moon. This sword was like a ghost rising from the netherworld, like moonlight falling from the sky, unstoppable.

Buzz buzz buzz!

That flash of sword light actually contained an evil light that confused people's spirits. When it came to kill him, Fang Yu felt a great sense of crisis.

He knew that this was the action of someone with the tenth level of physical transformation.

When martial arts is practiced to the realm of divine transformation, and then further to reach the peak, martial arts will bring spiritual power, which can create various illusions and affect people's spirits.

Such an existence is only one step away from the secret realm of supernatural powers.

Among the sand bandits, only the leader of the sand bandits, Prince Xieyue, can achieve this level.

"Just in time! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Fang Yu immediately used Yuan Chen's spiritual technique and woke up. At the same time, a Vajra pestle appeared in his hand.

The moment this vajra appeared, purple lightning and thunder densely covered his body, and the sound of burning air was heard.

"What?"

A voice of disbelief sounded in front of Fang Yu, as if the visitor couldn't understand why such a thing happened, but it was already too late.

A metal pestle appeared in Fang Yu's hand, and with a casual movement, the scimitar was completely melted. The bandit in white who was holding the scimitar felt as if he had been hit hard at this moment, and his whole body was black all of a sudden.

Fang Yu did not hesitate and pierced the body of the bandit in white with one sword, killing him completely.

Then the purple lightning thunder spread out, killing all the nearby bandits.

"The leader of the sand bandits, Prince Xie Yue, is worth a spiritual weapon."
Chapter completed!