The roar of the desert leader was the loudest signal, and the entire camp came to life in an instant.

But while he was roaring, Yan Li did not just stand in a daze. He stepped forward, and the dazzling Li Ya was like a bright light in the dark night. After a slight muffled sound, the leader's neck

A blood line appeared on it.

A desolate man like him who has no courage to protect his body, no matter how thick-skinned and thick-toned he is, cannot block Yan Li's sword.

Seeing the team leader clutching his neck and falling to the ground with a look of death, the remaining deserters threw themselves at Yan Li angrily.

The smelting technology of the Desolate people is very backward, so many of the Desolate people fight with bare hands, but the Desolate God Legion of the Lava Tribe is the core combat power of the Desolate people. Almost everyone has an iron weapon in their hand, which is one of the key factors for their strong combat effectiveness.

Bare hands and a deserted man holding a weapon are two completely different concepts.

Take the first deserter who rushed towards Yan Li as an example. He was holding an axe, a giant ax with both hands. During the charge, he swung the giant axe. When he got to Yan Li, the ax fell down without any fancy.

Because it is simple, it is powerful. Even a strong person in the realm of cultivation would not dare to let this ax touch him.

This is where the Desolate Man is most powerful.

However, this is also the weakest point of the Desolate Man.

Yan Li's eyes were filled with bloody murderous intent. At this moment, only killing could make him forget the pain. However, even if he was ten times more manic than he is now, he still wouldn't be able to dodge this axe.

The moment he killed the leader of the team, he took a step back, and the giant ax fell from in front of his door. He dodged just right, and of course it hit the air. At the same time, a cruel look flashed on his face, and his left elbow

It has been struck out, like an awl, hitting the deserted man's chest.

The powerful force directly shattered his sternum and forced him to retreat backwards.

Before the deserted man even had time to scream, Li Ya had already pierced his heart.

This is where practitioners are powerful. Only Huang Cai used one move, but Yan Li's move has changed three times.

Yan Li pressed Li Li's cliff against the corpse of the desolate man and rushed forward. There were nearly ten desolate men left, and two weapons slashed at the desolate man's corpse. The remaining ones had no time to dodge and were pushed to both sides.

When he reached the end of the human wall, Yan Li pulled out of the cliff, and with a thought, Qing Lian launched his second move. His body turned into a ghost, disappearing and appearing among the dispersed Huangren team, every time.

Every time they flashed, one of them fell down, and within a few breaths, the whole team of deserters was wiped out.

But in just a few breaths, the deserted people who had woken up strode over, and among them were several deserted warriors who heard the noise and rushed out of the tent.

Suddenly, a blazing fire came from the east side of the camp. At least half of the deserters noticed it, and more than half of the deserters stopped to observe.

Immediately following the southeast, there were fires rising from both sides of the northeast, not only the fires, but also accompanied by strong winds, like thousands of troops galloping.

"There's an ambush!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

A deserter warrior shouted in the deserter language: "Ignore the assassins for now, protect your highness!"

Obviously, they had used Yan Li as a carefully designed bait to ambush Cang Yang; obviously, Cang Yang often encountered similar ambushes, so her men made such a judgment.

This is a good time for Yanli to retreat.

I have to say that Ye Qing and Li Rulong really played a big role.

But Yan Li did not retreat.

Not only did he not retreat, but he rushed forward and rushed into the crowd of desolate people. When the sword flashed, a desolate man fell to the ground. He seemed to have transformed into a murderous demon king, using the second Qinglian style alone, appearing and disappearing every time he drew his sword.

It can even bring up a bunch of blood flowers.

He was now manic and not calm, but his method of killing was still simple and efficient. After half of the energy in his dantian was depleted, there was no one left standing within a few dozen feet around him.

At least forty deserters fell into eternal sleep.

It may be a little unbelievable. With Yan Li's energy, could he only kill a hundred or so deserters?

There is certainly a reason for this.

The bodies of desolate people are different from humans. Their bodies are larger, their skin is rougher and their flesh is thicker. Many of the places that would be fatal to humans are not necessarily, or are deeper, for desolate people.

Every time Yan Li kills a deserter, a large amount of vitality must be attached to the sword, and due to the difference in body size, it often takes two points of force to hit the fatal spot. This is still in Li's case.

After the cliff breaks through the weapons, if it is before the breakthrough, this number will drop a lot.

He stopped, not because he had calmed down, but because the surrounding barbarians had retreated. Ten barbarian warriors under Cang Yang surrounded him in the center of the circle.

Just when he was killing people, the desert warriors had already verified the reality of the fire, and he lost the best opportunity to escape.

At this time, he regained some composure.

There is no use in regaining his composure at this time. It just makes him more clearly face his mistakes and more clearly aware of the fact that he is about to die.

There is absolutely no second-grade warrior in this world who can survive the joint siege of ten desolate warriors.

The ten desert warriors burst out with all their strength and collided with each other. You can imagine the feeling of being pressed down by ten huge mammoths.

This is how Yan Li feels now. The omnipresent courage covers all directions like the tide, without any gaps. If he were a fish, he might be able to swim out with his excellent water skills. Unfortunately, not only is he not, he is also a sky.

The only underground landlubber.

He could only watch helplessly as his body was squeezed and ravaged by pressure from all directions, like a small boat being ravaged by a violent storm.

At this time, Yan Li suddenly remembered something. This matter had nothing to do with the current life-and-death moment. He didn't know why he thought about it. He was obviously about to die, but he still thought about it.

Isn't it a stupid act to do something that has nothing to do with life and death?

But human beings are inherently stupid, and who can guarantee that they will never make mistakes throughout their lives?

Yan Li had already made a fatal mistake, and he didn't care about adding another one.

Suddenly, there was a gap in the ubiquitous courage.

He followed his instinct and rushed towards the gap.

He was caught by a soft body, but what greeted him was an angry curse: "You idiot, a thing that has been stabbed a thousand times, you want to drag us with you even if you want to die, do you owe me anything in your previous life?"

"Miss Ye, I'm here to cut off the queen, and you quickly lead your benefactor across the river!"

It turned out that at the critical moment, Li Rulong and his two men arrived and opened a gap in the encirclement of the Huangren soldiers.

Ye Qing didn't need Li Rulong to tell her, she still cherished her life very much, and supported Yan Li and ran quickly to the river.

Yan Li vomited out a mouthful of blood as he ran, and then breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, he doubted that he would die from suffocation.

He looked back and saw Li Rulong with his back turned to him, facing ten Huangren warriors alone. Only then did he see his sword.

Li Rulong's knife was very ordinary, similar to the large ring knife used by policemen, but it was a little thinner and longer. His eyes suddenly became cold and stern. The moment his right hand touched the handle of the knife, he drew the knife out of its sheath.

He did not draw the sword quickly, and a shrill white sword light appeared in the void. It was not fast either, and gradually spread, like a cold wave, from which tiny ice blades condensed. The dense ice blades, like falling rain, fell on the bodies of those desert warriors.

The top of the head was stabbed all over the face.

The ten desert warriors were unable to break through for a while.

This release of vitality is the hallmark of a first-grade martial artist.

Temporarily blocking the Huangren warriors, Li Rulong did not dare to fight, so he turned around and ran away. His movement skills were really amazing, and he caught up with Ye Qing in just a few steps.

"Is my benefactor injured somewhere?" he asked with concern.

Yan Li shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing that Yan Li was fine and about to escape, Li Rulong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's fine as long as everything is fine."

Ye Qing said coldly: "Even if he kills Azali, General Li has done enough for him, so it's time to settle the matter."

Yan Li smiled and said: "I agree with this. I am born to do bad things. If I accidentally do something good, I will feel uncomfortable. Don't call me my benefactor anymore."

But Li Rulong insisted, saying: "How can this be done? I have sworn an oath. Whoever kills Azali will be his master. You must not break it."

"The men who killed me right under my nose still want to leave?"

Just when they were about to reach the river, a voice came from behind, like a thunderbolt from the blue. The three of them knew who it was without turning around, and their bodies froze in unison.

Before he could even turn around, he could already feel the fierce wind, like a tornado that swallowed up everything in the desert and destroyed the world. Any living thing caught in it would be turned into a pile of withered bones.

Yan Li was more sensitive to the threat of death than anyone else. He reacted almost instantly. He took half a step back, pushed hard behind Li Rulong and Ye Qing with both hands, and then turned around without hesitation, using Li Ya's sword.

He moved his body to block Cang Yang's terrifying blow.

Li Rulong and Li Rulong were pushed to the riverside, and they could enter the water with one more step.

Bang!

The energy was extinguished at the slightest touch, and Yan Li's resistance was like a bubble that shattered at the slightest touch. He fainted while flying upside down, and before Li Rulong and Li Rulong could react, he passed through the gap between them.

He passed over and fell towards the mother river.

"Benefactor!" Li Rulong was about to pick him up, but unexpectedly a black figure suddenly emerged from the water. After grabbing Yan Li, he lightly touched the water and flew away to the other side.

"Stop!" Li Rulong was furious, raised his body skills and chased after him.

Ye Qing naturally did not dare to stay, so he also used the light body method to cross the river.

Cang Yang fell to the ground, with a fierce look in his eyes. He was about to catch up when he suddenly heard a voice that seemed to come from outside: "Stop chasing."

"You said don't chase, so don't chase?" Cang Yang looked back at Ji Zhiyuan's tent, "Where are you going to put my face?"

"I don't mind finishing the unfinished duel with you."

Cang Yang squinted his eyes and suddenly smiled sweetly and said, "Are you angry? Is it because I hit that pretty boy?"

There was no more sound in the tent.

Kuang Yang curled his lips somewhat boredly, and suddenly a bright light appeared on his face: "Well, that boy is quite handsome, I decided to make him my male favorite."

But there was still no response from the tent.

"Alas." Cang Yang sighed, "It's such a big mistake to deal with a boring woman like you. What's even more unbearable is that this mistake has to continue."
Chapter completed!