The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Boom, boom, boom.

Boom, boom, boom.

Horseshoe array, neatly aligned.

Lifting and falling simultaneously, like a wind rushing toward the merchant tiger.

Clearly a bandit, robbed for a long time, killed heavily, the regular army has the power and blood.

They wore tight black shirts and black robes.

It's like a black whirlwind, rolling up all over the sky.

There was no chaotic drinking, no threatening shouting, and even that impatient breathing made people feel so silent and steady.

Their bodies lay on horseback, making as little noise as possible.

Only that tall slender knife exposed naked the identity of their reaper harvester.

Their riding skills are excellent and their bodies fluctuate up and down as the horses run. No hands, just legs on horses.

From far and close, between moments.

It was still a black figure, and now you can see their strange face, that strange look on each face.

They're scarier than the bloodwolf, and more vicious than the devil.

Ganyang looked cold and licked his dry, cracked lips with his tongue. It's a habitual move that comes naturally every time he's in danger or nervous.

The pirates ravaged for thousands of years, just as their profession as darts was inherited.

They say that mountains eat mountains and seas eat seas. Those human communities that live in the desert have no means of subsistence, and only by looting and killing to accumulate wealth for generations to come. Thereafter, robbery and murder become a bright and essential means of livelihood for them.

The pirates want to survive, so they want to plunder, they want to kill.

Darts also have to survive, so they have to protect goods, they have to sacrifice themselves.

Since time immemorial, these are two opposing ethnic groups.

There is no hatred, but there is no end.

Ganyang had a lot of dealings with the Sandpiper, and many of his brothers were killed by the Sandpiper when he was a bodyguard, including his bright father in front of him.

That sense of frustration, that feeling of powerlessness over and over again, made him cry in his midnight dreams hard to calm down.

But what they used to experience was small-town sandpipers. Twenty thirty, at most thirty fifty. A round of assault, killing and robbing goods, then turning around and retreating.

This time it was different, and this time there were hundreds of sand thieves.

He didn't know what darts they were holding on to this trip, but he remembered that the drug giant Bai Feng was seriously going to talk to the old dart head, and then the old dart head solemnly invited himself to the interior room, saying that it was important for all the brothers who brought their darts to ensure the safety of this trip, one after the other, their darts would be able to come back to life, and the families of the dead brothers would have a more relaxing and comfortable life.

Obviously, this trip was worth a lot of money. And these thieves smell blood coming together to make a big deal.

This dart can't be lost. They can't afford to lose it. The dart station is over. All their brothers are dead.

“Guys, what are we here for?” Ganyang's voice roared sharply. Nor did he understand what was going on, and his voice suddenly became like this. It's like being burned with a hot fire. “We're not defending our country, we're defending this dart, we're trying to feed a family of kids. The goods are safe, everything is here. The shipment's gone, the dart station's gone, so are we. ”

Ganyang pulled out the knife hanging from his waist and drank: “There's nothing to say, fuck the guy like before. ”

“Fuck the guy on.” The many darts who gathered around Ganyang each drew their knives and drank them aloud. Although there are few people on this side, the momentum is not weak.

“Kill.” Ganyang took the lead, urging the horse to lift the knife towards the front.

“Kill." Many darts also rushed to attack.

Cut off money, like killing parents. It's a deep hatred. How can you not fight?

Of course, that's what the pirates think.

Without slowing down, the sand thieves accelerated again as they were about to compete with Ganyang's dart master. The potential of crossing the horses was maximized.

“Kill." The head man's face was cold and a cold word appeared between his teeth.

“Kill." Those black robes held a horse knife and ran over to Ganyang and others.

Choke

Ganyang and the black robe man cut a knife and missed the horse.

Ganyang only felt the tiger's mouth was swollen and his chest was shaky. Instead, the black robe man had broken into the square camp and cut off Gancho and Wang Xiaode's head continuously.

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

Other black robe sand thieves rush into the team of darts, like wolves into the sheep, cutting down 708 dozens of darts who can only work a few hands or are just physically strong enough to swap their energy for a bowl of food.

Ganyang's eyes cracked and he drank heavily, turning his horse's head toward the Black Robe Sandburglar again.

Capture the king first, as long as he can behead the sand thief, he can certainly shake the heart of the army and let them return without merit.

“Die.” Ganyang bites his teeth and growls. The feeling of despair is here again, the reality that you're trying so hard to kill your opponent, but no matter how hard you try, you can't do it, makes you go into hysterical madness.

Psst.

Again staggered by.

Ganyang's Bao Moon knife cut into the chest of the Black Robe man, as did the Black Robe man's horse chopping # knife into his head.

Fight for your life.

Ganyang knew he was not the opponent of this black man, and he was willing to trade his death for a life. It is to be hoped that this will give life to the brothers of their own people.

Psst.

Ganyang flew in the air, and he saw his horse, and he saw his body.

His palm-red horse dragged his huge body forward and found nothing missing.

It was his head that flew in the air, and his great head was chopped off with a knife and then picked halfway into the sky.

He watched his horse and body run further away and eventually disappear into the shadows.

Bang!

His head fell to the ground and he died without meditation.

“Uncle Gan” Gan Liang is cutting with a black sandpiper. Seeing Ganyang die tragically, the movement stalled and shouted.

And just because of this stagnation, the sand thief took the opportunity to cut a knife on his back.

It's like being bitten by an ant, and he can't even feel the pain.

“Uncle Gan" he howled, screaming, turning his horse head toward the head of the Gan Dynasty. This naturally simple teenager forgot the perils of the battlefield, the horrors of slaughter. All he wanted to do was run to his uncle and hold his head and cry.

After his father died, Uncle Gan was their family's hope. The only shoulder he could count on was his closest and closest relative. The man who replaced his father in his heart.

But now he's dead in front of himself, his head cut off with a knife.

The sandburglar looked brutally bloodstained and thought he wanted to escape, chased the horse and killed him with a chopping horse # knife still dripping with blood.

“Gan Liang, run! Run!" Shepherd Li is going crazy in a hurry.

He jumped off the wagon and grabbed something around.

He caught the sword.

Strange thing, wherever he fell, this sword was always tied to him and tied tightly to his belt.

He drew his sword and rushed towards the black sand thief, who was chasing him so tightly.

It's just a round, it's just a face, these damn sand thieves, all the butchers who are going to hell are almost cleaning up the darts who just jumped alive.

And the mighty man said to himself, worried, "I will deliver you from the mangrove, and you will be in debt to your brother." If you don't give me anything else, I want you to live. Live long.

Huang Xuan, the brother with the acne on his face, handed himself an iron skin kettle and said, "Drink some water and moisten your throat. This kettle is clean. I haven't drunk it yet.

The young man with the black eyeballs said proudly to himself: "One day I will also go to Jiangnan City with a long team of darts."

Others have spoken to themselves and smiled at themselves in good faith when they did not know what to say.

They have wives, children, families in need of care. They have flesh and blood, and they are living people.

But they were chopped to death by the demons in these deserts, with their heads elsewhere.

That is, blinking kung fu, that is, time for a sip of water.

They're all dead.

Shepherd Li thinks he's going crazy.

Hate!

Hate!

Hate blood and tremble.

He ran desperately, desperately.

The faster he runs, the faster he runs than those horses.

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

Then he lifted his hand through the heavenly sword and cut his back with a sword.

The black burglar felt the danger behind him, and he turned around in horror, the bloody chopper # knife trying to stop him.

Bell

His chopping horse # knife was chopped in two, like chopping off a branch.

Psst.

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

With a look of fear on both sides of his face, he finally felt the despair of death.