And the two sand thieves did not stop because of the instant death as if they had been carefully calculated, and the inertia made the two sand thieves still rush forward a few steps, and only stopped when they were still about half a meter away from Sun Zixuan.
This scene looked as if the two of them took the initiative to send back the long knife thrown by Sun Zixuan.
Sun Zixuan raised his hands very casually, held the hilts of the two long knives, and as soon as he sent his hands forward, the bodies of the two sand thieves slowly fell backwards.
Qian Zhengliang felt that there was no scream behind him, and with a knife, the shoulder of the young man in the camel formation was bloody, and he turned his head and gasped just by looking at it.
The fat man, who was like a fat pig just now, was staring at him, and his fat hands tightly grasped the handles of the two long knives that pierced into the eyebrows of his hands, these two long knives were pseudo-immortal-level treasures, and the sharpness naturally did not need to be said.
At this moment, the two long knives were falling down with the bodies of Qian Zhengliang's two subordinates, slowly sliding out of the heads of the two subordinates.
Sun Zixuan gently waved the two long knives in his hand, and the bright red blood dripped in a graceful arc in the air, falling on the sand, adding a different color to the golden sand.
"Kill him."
Qian Zhengliang's eyes were split, and with a fierce swing of the terrifying horse chopping knife in his hand, the young man who was bleeding from his shoulder but still wanted to sneak attack him was in a different place, and then he pointed the tip of the horse chopping knife at Sun Zixuan, and gave a loud order.
More than a dozen sand thieves instantly formed a triangular formation and rushed towards Sun Zixuan like an awl.
Sun Zixuan's eyes narrowed slightly, first handed over the long knife in his right hand to his left hand, bent down, and took off the long knife in the hands of the two sand thieves who died through the head.
Looking at the dozen or so sand thieves who were approaching quickly, Sun Zixuan's gaze passed through these sand thieves with teeth and claws, and landed on the leader of the sand thieves who was in the last position.
"Kill him."
Qian Zhengliang saw that the two sides were about to make contact, and shouted loudly with a horse chopping knife.
Qian Zhengliang's roar seemed to turn on the killing switch, and Sun Zixuan started a gorgeous performance with two knives in both hands.
The knife is also chopped.
But these two long knives in Sun Zixuan's hands have become the attack mode of long swords, there is no hard shock, no hard fighting, and even the sound of gold and iron is rarely heard, the two long knives seem to be incarnated into two poisonous snakes, from the most tricky angle, with the most incredible way, tear open the clothes of the enemy in front of them, break the enemy's skin, pierce the enemy's vital parts, and never love to fight with one blow, always recover at the first time, and then attack the next enemy.
Qian Zhengliang stopped, stood in place, his eyes unblinkingly looked at this very abrupt enemy, he didn't dare to imagine that this fat man would be so strong.
More than a dozen people, a dozen of the most fierce sand thieves, a dozen of his subordinates who had followed him for decades, each of them had at least hundreds of subordinates who had accepted their fate, and these elite soldiers were not even the generals of this damn fat man.
A dozen people, not even able to stop the footsteps of this damn fat man.
Sun Zixuan did not slow down his speed from the moment he rushed forward to meet the enemy, as if the dozen or so sand thieves were all dummies made of papier-mâché.
It looked as if Sun Zixuan was not killing these sand thieves, but just passing through the bodies of these papier-mâché sand thieves.
When Sun Zixuan stood in front of Qian Zhengliang, his speed just reached its peak.
"Roar!"
Sun Zixuan let out a low roar from his throat, and the long knife in his right hand came out of his hand, like a sharp arrow, shooting straight towards Qian Zhengliang.
Qian Zhengliang was extremely experienced in combat, and immediately put the horse chopping knife in front of him, and the blade reflected the dazzling sunlight and blocked his chest.
Clang!
The crisp sound of metal impact sounded, and although Qian Zhengliang was tall and big, he still felt a stinging pain in the tiger's mouth and arm under Sun Zixuan's long knife.
"Roar!"
There was another roar from his throat, Sun Zixuan's right foot stomped the sand, and the whole person actually rose into the air, like a giant bear that pounced, holding a knife in both hands, and slashed at Qian Zhengliang from top to bottom.
A fat man with a fat body like a fat pig, in the desert, stepping on the soft sand and gravel, can jump so high, this is simply a miracle, but when Qian Zhengliang saw what was on the sand after Sun Zixuan jumped up, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Sun Zixuan's right foot actually stepped on a stone that was rare in the desert.
"Even that's been calculated?"
Qian Zhengliang suddenly felt a sense of frustration, and he suddenly found that this fat man seemed to be not something he could defeat at all.
The idea of escaping came to Qian Zhengliang's mind, but now what he had to do was not to turn around and run away, but to resist Sun Zixuan's attack first.
On the battlefield, in the face of battle, the fastest way to kill the opponent is the right way, and any fancy moves should be abandoned.
Therefore, in this kind of life-and-death battle, the most taboo is to jump high, because people do not have the slightest force point in the air, and it is difficult to change the center of gravity of their body.
But Sun Zixuan gave Qian Zhengliang the feeling that this fat man had the idea of dying and wanted to die with him, and this damn fat man's body exuded an amazing momentum, as if no matter how he dodged, he would not escape death, and only by resisting hard could there be a glimmer of life.
Qian Zhengliang's mind had not yet reacted, and his body on the battlefield had already given the most correct response.
Qian Zhengliang's hands tightly grasped the handle of the horse chopping knife and raised it horizontally.
Boom!
A deafening metal crash sounded.
A majestic force struck from the point where the two knives clashed, along the arms and into the body, and then to the feet.
The soft grains of sand couldn't support such a large force at all, and Qian Zhengliang was like a blunt nail, and was directly smashed down by this huge force, reaching his knees.
Click!
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The long knife in Sun Zixuan's hand is a pseudo-immortal weapon, but in the field of forbidden spells, it is not much different from an ordinary war knife, compared with the horse chopping knife in Qian Zhengliang's hand, it is not a grade at all.
Sun Zixuan seemed to have known that this kind of thing would happen, and without the slightest hesitation, his right hand was loosened, and at the same time, his tongue was spit out, his teeth were slightly loose, and a long knife fell from his mouth.
At the same time as the broken knife fell to the ground, Sun Zixuan's left hand had firmly grasped the handle of the long knife that fell from his mouth.
Sun Zixuan's hands firmly grasped the hilt of the long knife, and his body rotated in place, just like an athlete throwing a hammer throw in the arena.
As the body rotates, the long knife moves up quickly.
"Roar!"
Sun Zixuan's arms bulged suddenly, and he held the handle of the long knife with both hands, slashing down from top to bottom.
Although Sun Zixuan's move was closely connected, it was not without loopholes, and in just two seconds, it was enough for an experienced fighter to make several attacks.
But Qian Zhengliang was as if he had agreed with Sun Zixuan, holding the handle of the horse chopping knife with both hands, but he just hung down, but he did not attack.
It's not that Qian Zhengliang doesn't want to attack, it's that his arm is now recovering quickly from the numb feeling of powerlessness, and even if the order to attack has been made in his mind, his body is completely out of control.
Facing the long knife that slashed down for the second time, Qian Zhengliang wanted to dodge, but all of them were already submerged in the sand under his knees, and it took a lot of strength to move, and at this time, Qian Zhengliang's biggest concern was that the strength to resist was not enough, how could he choose to waste his strength to dodge, not to mention that even if he dodged, he might not be able to dodge Sun Zixuan's second attack.
"Ahh Qian Zhengliang roared, clenched the handle of the saber with both hands, and raised the saber horizontally again.
Boom!
The deafening sound of metal clashing rang out again.
Qian Zhengliang's legs had completely submerged into the sand, and he was a lot shorter.
The tiger's mouth of both hands burst together, and blood oozed from the tiger's mouth, staining the handle of the horse chopping knife red, dripping on the golden grains of sand, and it looked like it had an abnormal beauty.
Click!
The second long knife broke again.
Qian Zhengliang couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, in his opinion, even if this damn fat man attacked him in the same way ten more times, he would be able to resist, after all, the sharpness of the horse chopping knife was definitely not comparable to that of a long knife.
However, Qian Zhengliang didn't notice that Sun Zixuan's two heavy slashes were all slashed in the same position of the horse chopping knife, and there was already an obvious gap on the blade of the originally sharp and smooth horse chopping knife, and there was already a slight crack on the body of the horse chopping knife that could not be seen with both eyes.
Let go, open your mouth, the last long knife falls from your mouth, your hands are raised, your right hand meets the handle of the long knife, your left hand holds the blade, your right hand is raised upward, and your left hand joins your right hand along the blade of the knife and holds the handle of the long knife together.
"Die!"
Sun Zixuan held the horse chopping knife with both hands, this time there was no spinning, no jumping, it was simply raised, and it was slashed heavily, without giving Qian Zhengliang even half a second of rest, it was so gorgeous at all, it gave people just a feeling of thunder, and it was simply chopped down.
Qian Zhengliang concentrated all his strength in his arms and hands, and raised his horse chopping knife for the third time.
Clang!
Swish!
The metal clash was followed by a very strange sound, like the sound of a long knife cutting into a muscle, or the sound of a sharp knife cutting through a bone.
Sun Zixuan turned around and walked towards the defensive array of the camel siege, and did not take another look at Qian Zhengliang, who was half submerged in the sand.
And when Sun Zixuan took the first step, the horse chopping knife broke from the middle, and the handle and half of the blade were still in Qian Zhengliang's hand, while the other half of the blade fell from the air and smashed heavily on the sand, splashing a handful of yellow sand.
When Sun Zixuan took the second step, half of his arm was separated from Qian Zhengliang's body, but it was only because the end of the arm was still holding the handle of the knife that it did not fall to the ground.
When Sun Zixuan took the third step, a stream of blood sprayed out from the broken arm, and at the same time, a red line appeared on Qian Zhengliang's forehead, and soon, the red line turned into a blood stain, and blood gushed out from this blood stain.
When Sun Zixuan took the fourth step, half of Qian Zhengliang's body, along with the horse chopping knife, fell heavily on the sand, and a large amount of blood gushed out.