"Ergouzi, this is the big dog brother you talk about every day! Don't say it's really a bit...are extraordinary."

Looking at this scene, Dong Luo thought silently in his heart, but felt a condensed gaze coming from beside him. He turned his head to look at him, and now Xue Yuxin was looking at him quietly with his face on his face.

Looking at each other for one or two seconds is usually very short, but it is very long at this time.

The lethality of silent eyes was the most amazing. Dong Luo once again defeated the little girl. He quickly begged and said, "Okay! OK! I will never call you Ergouzi again. In the future, you can play whatever you want with Dahei and the others. Don't bring me some food. Okay!"

The girl who was pressed and unable to move turned around and bit Dong Luo's arm hard. She looked at him wanting to scream but was afraid of revealing her forced attitude and said ruthlessly: "I can tolerate calling me Ergouzi, but I can't call me brother Biggouzi."

In the distance, the darker the sun sets, deep in Mangshan Mountain, among the gray and black branches, a strong wind suddenly came for no reason. The newly grown tender leaves on the branches were hidden under the protection of the old bark and were not hurt. However, the leaves that had accumulated for countless years on the ground were rolled into the air and flew, rustling, and then fell one after another.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

In early spring, endless fallen trees are rustling down.

One by one, giants wearing earth-yellow armor and in the figure of Huaiwu appeared deep in the dense forest of Mangshan. With a loud shout like thunder, a faint earth-colored light oozed out of his body's light armor and shone away, as if the gods glanced at the clouds and appeared in a panther.

Eight yellow giants more than two meters high quickly surrounded the precious carriages and the royal guards that the caravan was heavily protected. The eyes were deep, and their hands were constantly changing, shouting: "The guard of the sand, sealing the sky forbidden earth, and meteorites fell from the sky."

A series of earthy yellow lights turned into streamers from the hands of the eight giants, passing through the flying leaves in the sky, forming a large earthy yellow net, trapping the caravans in it.

When the last bright stream of light passes through the dark night, through the splashing blood, through the raised navy, and blends into the yellow net. The large array based on the eight people is officially formed.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Once the formation is complete, it hides in the darkness and disappears without a trace. Except for the eight giants who still stand in all directions with two arms as thick as a tree, there is no movement around the caravan, as if there has never been light in the darkness.

But there was indeed a glimmer of light flashing in the darkness, and with the whistling sound of wind, it tear the sky and hit high. Halfway through a thread, a branch shattered and smashed down from the sky, along a straight line, unstoppable distance of hundreds of meters.

There was only a dull sound of bombing, and a huge rock fell from the sky and fell to the ground. Countless soil and rocks splashed, with newly unearthed green grass and decaying rotten leaves, and slammed hard on the broad-sword and shield of the Loulan Royal Guard, and on the precious carriage.

The young young man in the carriage waved his hand, waved the dust in front of him that was rising due to the huge rocks falling, and stuck his head out of the window to look at the eight giants around the caravan, and chuckled: "The guards of the sand have been sent, they are really my good brother, and they are still as generous to their younger brother as they do...are generous!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The royal guards who had been standing on the outside of the carriage with their shields and their right hands were still cold in their expressions. They seemed to be unable to see the huge rocks that had fallen in front of them, and the eight giants who had turned from standing to sitting cross-legged. There was not even a look of fear on their faces. Instead, they could even see a hint of relief and calmness.

"Shield, start."

The escort leader shouted softly.

The heavy sword returned to the sheath, and half of the guards holding giant shields took a step, shouted loudly, raised the giant shield in their hands over their heads, and protected the carriage behind them and the guards like a big umbrella.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The huge rocks fell from the sky without any direction, falling on the giant shield without any difference. Sour sounds came.

A muffled sound!

Just like a wine bag full of wine exploded. Under the blow of a huge rock, a member of the escort team who was overwhelmed with blood spurted out with broken lung leaves. The man with a beard but still young still half-kneeled and held the shield, then grinned, closed his eyes and rolled over the shaft to the ground.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The moment the leader of the escort shouted out the shield, the guard bravely jumped onto the shaft of the carriage and blocked the window of His Highness's carriage. He didn't know where the huge rock above his head would fall, and it would fall on the shield. He only knew that His Highness in the car must be the enemy's first target, and he must not let His Highness's life be threatened at all.

This brave guard bet right, but the price he paid was his own young life. I don’t know if he regretted it at the last moment of his life, but the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and no one would pay attention to the life and death of a guard. No one would care whether a guard would regret it between life and death.

The huge rock fell and disappeared, disappeared and appeared again. Some people fell down, and some people pushed up. No one spoke, and no one wailed. The whole process was like an eternal desert, silent and silent. These men born in the Loulan Desert and raised in the Loulan Desert, used their lives to support an oasis for life under the falling rocks that fell like wild sand.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The leader of the escort seemed to be mentally prepared for this, and there was no change in expression on his face. He looked at the tall figures sitting cross-legged around the caravan, raised his right hand and shouted: "Arrow line, shoot!"

The heavy sword returned to the sheath, the giant shield returned to its position, and the five subordinates took out crossbow arrows from their waists and held them flat, aiming at eight people and quickly pulled the trigger.

Fifteen crossbow arrows shot through the fallen leaves that were still slowly dancing, accurately hitting the bodies of five big men around the caravan. However, the burly men just waved their hands and brushed away the few crossbow arrows that were attacking the door, and ignored the crossbow arrows that shot their chests.

The man's palm, like a palm fan, was a little numb by the high crossbow arrow. The crossbow arrow on his chest was sandwiched in the light armor, trembling like a long-legged worm that was unstable, and then fell to the ground. There was blood stain at the tip of the arrow, and probably only suffered some minor injuries.

The guard collar seemed to have expected this result. The expression did not change at all. Instead, he raised the heavy sword and said slowly: "Arrows, wait!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The five guards put down their crossbows, held the heavy sword with their right hand again with their sword tips, and then slapped the giant shield cross-body with their left arm again. They stared firmly at the depths of the dense forest of Mangshan Mountain.

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...

Dong Luo looked at the guards who were floating in the Stonehenge, and his face looked a little ugly. It is not difficult to imagine that if the guards could not hold on, the people in the precious carriage would definitely die, and he seemed to be unable to escape.

"Ergouzi, who are those eight fat guys?" Dong Luo kept rubbing the cold hilt of the knife with his right index finger.

Xue Yuxin glared at Dong Luo fiercely, and his hands hidden on his waist were loose and tight, tight and loose, and he said a little depressed: "This is the guard of the Sand Guard of a brother of my clan, Xue Youning. I didn't expect that the person who wanted to kill us the most was him. There was no need to cover it up. It seems that he was determined to keep us here today."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Dong Luo's eyes paused on the more than fifty men in black who had covered the black scarf that appeared first, and narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that it is not only your brother who killed you, but also someone in the Great Zhou Empire wants your life."

He had been mingling in the border army of Weicheng for a long time, which made him very familiar with the combat methods and combat skills of the Great Zhou army. Obviously, the man in black came from the army and was the Great Zhou army. The result of those who could mobilize the Great Zhou army was self-evident. There must be several military personnel in Luoyang City.

By using some kind of secret practice technique, the Stonehenge formed by human-based formation gave the Sand Guards such violent and incredible power. Not only did they trap the caravans in it, but they also lowered such huge and extremely heavy meteorites, which still cost them a huge price. The five people shot by the arrow were blushed, and sweat mixed with blood gushed out of the arrow hole on the light armor. Their bodies were trembling slightly, as if they were deficient.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

For some reason, facing such a good opportunity, the dozen guards with indifferent expressions did not choose to attack, but were still vigilantly guarding the carriage.

The old man in a white robe sat in the carriage, his eyes still closed. His right index finger kept rubbing along the bright red bloodline on the wooden sword.

When the index finger was one-third from the tip of the sword, the old man's gray head moved, like a silver stream rushing to the sea made of white robe. The horizontal wooden sword between his knees began to buzz, and the blood line inside the wooden sword suddenly emitted a strange red light, as if he was impatient to come out of the world and drink blood.

Buzz...buzz...buzz!

Shiny!

A clear sound!

The dark red wooden sword made a light sound like a metal sword. It suddenly crossed the old man's knee, turning into a scarlet sword light, rolling the leaves and breaking the wind away, silently piercing the depths of Mangshan Mountain.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The last ray of rays of rays in the world completely disappeared invisible, and the darkness returned to the earth silently. A scarlet sword light became the only light in this vast world. The moment before, it was still among the falling leaves flying all over the sky, and the moment later it came to the battlefield of fighting in the north of Mangshan. The initial low buzzing turned into a roar like wind and thunder in a blink of an eye.

The scarlet sword was extremely fast, and its power directly shattered all the leaves within a few feet of the surrounding area. With a puff, it passed through flesh and blood, leaving shadows of death, and flew into the depths of the dense forest of Mangshan Mountain.

Shiny!

A crisp but never harsh sound of metal collision, which was obviously very light, just like the sound of pearls and jade falling to the ground and breaking. But it sounded like thunder in my ears. The battlefield was shaking was quiet, and the ears were hurt. It was like a big bell, pricking the soul.

"Purple House."

Listening to the sound of metal collision, the guards who were always calm like stone sculptures finally changed their faces slightly, and someone shouted to warn. When the most powerful old man on his side took action, the strongest enemy who had been hiding until this time finally showed traces.

As soon as it appears, there is a great movement of wind and thunder, which causes a major change in the form of the battlefield.

No one expected that the other party would send a major cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm for this assassination. This fact made everyone feel a little chilled. However, there was no timidity on the faces of the guards, only a sense of desperation, a sense of unyielding desperation. The guard leader shouted, "Sword line, kill!"

Swish swish swish swish swish!

With dozens of sharp and heavy swords, they were determined to go back and forth, and accompanied by the slight sound of turbid air that the guards had used their full strength, they slashed at the eight burly men in front of them one by one.
Chapter completed!