Chapter 107: The hatred is hard to calm down!

Bang bang----

Bang bang----

The horse's hooves were erect and uniform.

At the same time, it lifted up and fell at the same time, pounced towards the caravan tiger like a gust of wind.

It was obviously a group of bandits who had robbed for a long time and had severe killings, but they actually had the power and bloodiness of a regular army.

They were wearing tight black shirts and black robes.

It was like a black whirlwind, rolling up smoke and dust in the sky and sweeping over.

There was no messy shouting, no threatening and intimidating shouting, and even the rapid breathing made people feel so silent and calm.

Their bodies were leaning against the horse's back, making no sound as much as possible.

Only the slender sabre raised high exposed their identity as the Reaper of Death.

Their riding skills are excellent, and their bodies rise and fall as the horse runs. They don’t use their hands, but simply use their legs to control the horse.

From far to near, in an instant.

It was still a black figure just now, and now they can see their strange faces, and the ferocious expressions on each strange face-----

They are more terrifying than blood wolf and more vicious than devils.

Gan Yang's face was cold and he kept licking his chapped lips with his tongue. This was a habitual action of his actions, which would be done naturally every time he encountered danger or was nervous inside.

The sand thieves have been raging for thousands of years, and like their profession of bodyguards, they have a heritage.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the sea to eat the sea. Those human groups living in the desert have no way to make a living, and can only accumulate wealth and goods through robbery and murder. Therefore, robbery and murder have become an indispensable means of making a living in openness and justice.

The sand thieves want to survive, so they want to plunder and they want to kill people.

The escorts also have to survive, so they have to protect the goods and they have to sacrifice themselves.

Since ancient times, these have been two opposing ethnic groups.

There is no hatred, but it never ends.

Gan Yang has dealt with Sha Tuo a lot. Many of his brothers were killed by Sha Tuo when he was protecting the dart, and died in front of him--including Gan Liang's father.

The feeling of frustration and powerlessness made him cry and unable to calm down in his midnight dream.

However, in the past, they experienced small sand thieves. Twenty or thirty or fifty people were at most. They charged in one round, killed people and rob goods and then turned around and withdrew.

This time it was different. There were a hundred people who came here this time.

He didn't know what kind of escort they were doing this trip, but he remembered that Bai Fengrui, a giant in Guanzhong, went to have a solemn talk with the old escort agency. Then the old escort agency solemnly invited himself to the inner room, saying that all the brothers in the escort agency must ensure the safety of this trip. With one round trip, their escort agency can bring him back to life, and the families of those dead brothers can live a more relaxed and comfortable life.

Obviously, this trip was worth a lot of money. These sand thieves smelled the smell of blood and gathered to prepare for a big deal.

This escort cannot be lost. If it is lost, they cannot afford to compensate. After the escort agency is over, all of them are finished.

"Brothers, why are we here?" Gan Yang roared sharply. He didn't understand what was going on. His voice suddenly turned into this. It seemed like he was burned by a heat. "We are not to defend our country, nor to protect this escort---we just want to make a bite of food for the whole family. The goods are safe and everything is there. The goods are lost, the escort agency is over, and we are all over."

Gan Yang pulled out the big knife hanging around his waist and shouted, "There is nothing to say, just like before-----Fuck guy."

"Fuck you guys." Many corpses gathered around Gan Yang, each yelling loudly. Although there were few people in this place, their momentum was not weak.

"Kill." Gan Yang took the lead and urged the horse to raise his sword to charge forward.

"Kill." Many stuntries also urged the horse to attack.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents. This is a deep hatred, how can you not fight hard?

Of course, those thieves think so too.

There was no intention of slowing down. When they were about to face the stoogee led by Gan Yang, the sand thieves accelerated again. The potential of the horses off the horse was maximized by them.

The person in charge "Kill." looked cold, and a cold word appeared between his teeth.

"Kill." The men in black robe held up their sabers and ran towards Gan Yang and others.

choke-----

Gan Yang and the man in black robe cut a knife and then passed by.

Gan Yang felt that the tiger's mouth was powerful and his chest was in full swing. However, the man in black robe had already rushed into the camp and cut off Gan Chao and Wang Xiaode's heads in succession.

The other party is a master, and the two are not at the same level.

Other black-robed sand thieves rushed into the troop ranks, like wolves entering a flock of sheep, chopping off those troop ranks who only know how to do a few simple skills or just want to rely on strength to exchange for a bowl of rice.

Gan Yang's eyes were full of tears, he shouted loudly, turned his horse's head and rushed towards the black-robed sand thief again.

To capture the thief, the king will be captured first. As long as he can kill the thief head and fall off the horse, he will definitely shake the morale of the army and make them return in vain.

"Die." Gan Yang gritted his teeth and roared. The feeling of despair came again, the reality that tried his best to kill his opponent, but no matter how hard you worked or desperately, you could not do it, which made people fall into a state of hysteria and crazy.

Whoosh---

Once again, it was interlaced.

Gan Yang's Baoyue Knife slashed at the chest of the man in black, and the black-robed man's horse-slashing knife also slashed at his head.

The fighting style of fighting with life.

Gan Yang knew that he was not the opponent of the man in black robe, and he was willing to exchange his own death for his life. He hoped that this would give his tribe members a way out.

Snap----

Gan Yang was flying in the air, he saw his horse, and he also saw his body.

His maroon horse dragged his huge body forward, not realizing anything they had fallen.

Flying in the air was his head, his big head was cut off with a knife and then turned into the air.

He watched his horse and body run farther and farther away, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Pa----

His head fell to the ground and he died with his eyes open.

"Uncle Gan-----" Gan Liang was slashing against a black-clad sand thief. Seeing Gan Yang die tragically, his movements stopped and he shouted.

It was just because of this stagnation that the sand thief took the opportunity to slash his back.

It was like he was bitten by an ant, and he couldn't feel the pain at all.

"Uncle Gan----Uncle Gan----" He roared, shouted, turned his horse's head and rushed towards Gan Chao's head. This simple-natured boy forgot the danger of the battlefield and the horror of killing. He just wanted to run to his uncle, pick up his head and cry loudly.

After his father died, Uncle Gan was the hope of their whole family. He was the only shoulder he could rely on, his closest relative, and his dearest and closest relative in his heart. He was the man who replaced his father's identity in his heart.

However, he is now dead in front of him, and his head is cut off with a knife----

The sand thief was covered in blood and looked cruel. He thought Gan Liang wanted to escape, so he drove the horse to chase him wildly, holding the sword that was still dripping with blood to kill Gan Liang.

"Gan Liang, run quickly------------" Li Muyang was so anxious that he was almost crazy.

He jumped out of the carriage and grabbed something around him.

He caught the Tongtian Sword.

It was such a strange thing. No matter where he fell, the Tongtian sword was always followed by him and tied tightly to his belt.

He drew out his long sword and rushed towards the black-clad sand who was chasing Gan Liang tightly.

It was just one round, just a meeting, these damn sand thieves, all butchers who were going to hell almost slaughtered the corpse wizards who were still alive just now.

The stout man said to himself with a worried look: If I rescue you from the mangrove forest, you will owe me a favor. If you don’t let you pay anything else, just live a good life for me. I will live for a long time.

The big brother with acne on his face was Huang Xuan. He handed himself a tin kettle and said: Drink a sip of water to moisten your throat. This kettle of water is clean, I haven't drunk it yet----

The young man with bright black eyes said to himself with a proud look: One day I will go to Jiangnan City, and rush over with a long escort team.

There are also some people who have spoken to themselves and smile at themselves kindly when they don’t know what to say.

They have wives, children, and family members who need care. They are flesh and blood and are living people.

However, they were cut down to death by the devils in the desert one by one, with their bodies and heads in different places.

In the blink of an eye, it’s just the time to drink a sip of water.

They were all dead.

Li Muyang felt like he was going crazy.

Hate!

Hate!

The bloodline was so wide that I hated my body trembled.

He ran desperately, desperately.

He ran faster and faster, and he ran faster than those war horses.

He caught up with the black-clad sand thief, and his body jumped high.

Then he raised the Tongtian Sword and slashed at his back with one sword.

The black-clad sand thief felt the danger behind him, and he turned around in horror. The blood-dropped horse-slashing knife wanted to stop it.

clang-------

His horse-knife was cut into two pieces, like cutting off a branch.

Snap-----

His body was cut in half, like a piece of tofu cut.

He still had a look of fear on both sides of his face, and he finally realized the despair of the god of death.
Chapter completed!