"Boss Song, you can't leave anymore. We have already entered the desert sea deep enough. Going inside, we will not encounter those small tribes from the past few days. Just the guards we hired will be difficult to deter the warriors of the large tribe." Luo looked at the endless rolling yellow sand in front of him, and a deep wrinkled face appeared on his face.

"Old man, let's take a look. I have bought a lot of goods this time, but when I meet these small tribes, my ability to purchase is really limited. If I can't sell this batch of goods as soon as possible, I will find it difficult for me to even recover my capital."

Boss Song sighed and said, "If the Blood Wolf had not launched a large-scale robbery again, I would not have hired more than forty guards at once. You always go to this desert and know the distribution of barbarian tribes well. Just suffer more. After this trip to the business trip, I will definitely give you more money!"

"Okay, okay, let's go forward a hundred miles. There are two smaller tribes ahead, so let's try your luck." Luo Zhang heard the words, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Okay, I'm just waiting for you to say this!" Boss Song heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his dark face. He turned around and shouted to the nearly 200 followers behind him: "People, work harder, let's do more..."

"Silence!"

Before Boss Song could finish his words, he was immediately grabbed by Luo, who was beside him, and shouted in a low voice to him.

"Ah, Luo Batou, what happened?" Boss Song was shocked. He walked in the desert many times, but he was not inexperienced. When he saw Luo Batou's cautious look, he realized something was wrong.

"Oh, it's over!" Luo straightened his head and looked into the calm desert ahead. He suddenly looked at the face of extreme frustration and annoyance. He turned around and said to Boss Song, "Don't resist later, maybe there is still a chance to survive!"

"Ah, have we met a robber?" Boss Song's heart trembled. He grabbed Luo Batou's clothes and pointed to the calm desert in front of him. His voice trembled slightly, "Luo Batou, don't scare me, isn't it very calm in front of him!"

"Boom boom boom"

Before Boss Song's voice could be finished, a sudden sound of hooves suddenly came from the originally extremely peaceful desert in front of him. In less than half a cup of tea, a rolling wave of dust immediately rose from the sand dunes not far ahead, and rushed towards Boss Song's caravan.

After a while, the rolling dust wave had already reached the front of the caravan. A cavalry team of nearly 100 people appeared from the dust wave, but they were big men with tall figures, tall noses, and brown curly hair riding a desert camel.

These big men were wearing gray coarse cloth clothes, with some rough-shaped copper rings on their noses and ears, and a slightly curved long knife hung around their waists. They looked cold and showed a hint of ferocity in their eyes.

"Bar, barbarian!" Boss Song's voice trembled, and his heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom.

"Surp"

The barbarian cavalry who rushed to the caravan was coldly glanced at the terrified people in the caravan, and at the same time pulled out the short sword hanging around their waists.

"Let's wait!" Luo Cha was shocked when he saw the movements of the barbarian cavalry. He raised his hands high and shouted to the barbarian cavalry in front of him: "I don't want all my belongings. I only ask the barbarian heroes to let us live!"

"Hmph, the wealth is of course ours, but the lives of you cunning and deserted people are also ours!" A barbarian with a fierce face among the barbarian cavalry took a step forward and said coldly.

"This hero, I have met several times with the leader of your Scorpion Tail Tribe, and I have also drunk wine together. I hope that we will let us go for the friendship between me and the nobles!" Luo Zhang said anxiously.

"Scorpion tail tribe?"

When the fierce-looking barbarian man heard this, he burst into laughter. Not only him, but also the barbarian warriors behind him laughed wildly, with a joking look in his eyes.

"Old man, we are not the weak Scorpion tail tribe, we are the powerful Sand Broken Tribe." The vicious man raised his head and said.

"But, but isn't this the territory of the Scorpion Tail Tribe?" Luo Cha said in a little shocked hearing this.

"Haha, old man, how long has it been since you came to this land?" The vicious man sneered: "Since three months ago, our Shasha Tribe had already annexed all the Scorpion Tail Tribe with the help of his allies."

"What, how is this possible!" Luo Chatou heard this, his heart was shocked and he retreated repeatedly. He also knew very well that this Shasha Tribe was a tribe in the desert sea that made a living by plunder. Even some weak barbarian tribes were often looted by them, which was very ferocious.

"Now you can die!" The vicious man looked ferocious. He snorted evilly, waved his arm, and the barbarian warrior who could not hold back behind him immediately waved the long sword in his hand and rushed into the caravan.

"Yun and Xu are dead, fight with them!" someone in the caravan raised his arms and shouted.

"Damn it, if you fight, you will bite off a piece of their meat even if you die."

Almost all the members of the caravan were men. In the Great Wilderness, martial arts were prevalent. Almost everyone had practiced some martial arts. Seeing that they met barbarians and had no hope of survival, they also took the initiative. They picked up the weapons and sticks around them and rushed towards the barbarian warriors who were slashing towards them.

The two sides immediately fought into a group. Although the caravan was large in number, except for the more than 40 guards employed with cultivation levels above the fifth level of martial arts, the rest of the people were almost all ordinary people. Some of them had practiced martial arts, but they were only at the second and third level of martial arts.

The opponent's barbarians are almost all warriors at the fifth level of martial arts level, even at the sixth level and seventh level of cultivation. Therefore, once the two sides fight, they will decide the outcome in less than a moment.

"Chu Yun, what should we do!" After a sand dune, Ye Qing looked at Chu Yun who had just arrived here and asked.

"Save that caravan, don't kill all other barbarians, leave some, maybe you can hear some news about the blood wolf from them." Chu Yun said to everyone in front of him.

"promise!"

When the young men of the Hanfeng team around Chu Yun heard this, Qi Nuo pulled out the sword they carried behind them and rushed towards the barbarian warriors in front of them.

"It's over, it's over!" Boss Song sat on the ground and looked at the caravan members around him who were constantly lying in pools of blood. His heart was filled with coldness. When he thought of his beautiful wife and young son at home, his heart was filled with endless regret.

"Forget it, it's better to break it yourself instead of dying at the hands of the barbarians!" Boss Song stretched out his trembling right hand and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a black ink ball inside, and emitting a slight fishy smell. He was about to swallow it.

However, just as he raised the little beast and was about to put it in his mouth, the corner of his eyes suddenly seemed to see something. He was slightly stunned to look to the right side, and saw more than twenty young men holding fierce swords suddenly rushed out from behind a sand dune.

These young men looked cold, had light steps, and were extremely fast. After a few breaths, they rushed out hundreds of meters and came to the battle group around the caravan. Then the young men raised their swords in their hands and slashed at the barbarian warrior who was twice as tall as theirs.

"Brush"

The cold and bright light flashed suddenly, bringing streams of passionate blood. As soon as these young men fought with the barbarian warriors, more than ten barbarian warriors were immediately killed under the fierce swords of these young men.

The breath was deep, and his clothes were blowing without wind. Every knife was slashed out, which brought a whimpering sound of breaking through the air. Although Boss Song was not very skilled in martial arts, he had been walking in the world for many years and could tell at a glance that these more than 20 young men who were only fourteen or fifteen years old were all high-level warriors at the seventh level of martial arts.

"Who are these teenagers?" The little beast in Boss Song's hand slid quietly, and hope of living arises in his heart. He shivered, and without thinking, he rushed towards a dead body in front of him, put the body on himself, and pretended to be dead.

"The Demon God is here, where did this little boy come from!"

The leader of the barbarian warrior with a ferocious expression cut off the head of a caravan guard with one sword, turned around and looked around, with a little surprised in his eyes. These teenagers who ran out of nowhere were all advanced warriors of seventh level of cultivation. In just a short while, more than twenty of his men were killed by these teenagers.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

The leader of the barbarian shouted loudly, raised the long sword in his hand and rushed towards a thick and dark-skinned boy closest to him. The long sword in his hand slashed straight towards the boy's head.

"Big man, it's a good time!"

Shi Long was not afraid when he saw the leader of the barbarian rushing towards him. He held the long sword tightly at the leader of the barbarian and slashed at the sword.

"Damn it, I'm an eighth-level warrior. You, a seventh-level boy, dare to slash me against me." The leader of the barbarian laughed evilly, and the power in his hand suddenly increased by several points.

"hey-hey."

Just as the long sword of the barbarian leader was about to collide with Shi Long's fierce sword, Shi Long suddenly let out a proud laugh, and saw that the energy in his body was moving, and his wrist immediately turned into a strange angle in an incredible way, and the fierce sword in his hand also turned in the direction.

"Swish"

The fierce sword in Shilong's hand miraculously avoided the long sword of the barbarian leader. When he turned around, the fierce sword in his hand actually slashed the arm of the barbarian leader with one knife, cutting a very long hole, which was visible to the bone.

"Ah, little boy!"

The barbarian leader's arms were flying with blood and screaming in severe pain. He turned his body and wanted to kill Shi Long, but was shocked to find that the dark and strong boy with a silly face turned around and ran away with one blow.

"Chu Yun, this big man has a cultivation level one level higher than mine, I can't beat him!" Shi Long shouted and ran very fast.
Chapter completed!