, who is qualified to be domesticated by ordinary people?

It was a symbol of status and status in the Arab region, and today, when Ibrahim's pet was brutally slaughtered by a prey, his dignity was trampled on, and his face was gone, but he did not say a word, and stared at the ant!

This scene shocked not only them, these high-flying hunters, Zhang Qiang's eyes were glazed, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at Ye Fan, and opened his mouth wide.

He thought he was going to die, but in despair, he saw a miracle!

"Leaf ...... Ye Brothers...... You ...... "The golden light of the hole, the blow of lightning, incomparable, extraordinary and unbelievable!"

"It's just a flat-haired brute, man, didn't scare you, did you?" Ye Fan withdrew the flying sword, glanced back, and pulled him: "It's coming, let's go." ”

Zhang Qiang was in a daze and couldn't come back to his senses, this time it was his turn to be dragged forward by Ye Fan.

A few hundred meters away, a group of Arabian hounds raised wolf smoke on the sand dunes, attracted by the smell of blood, and frantically rushed here!

Those outlaws who were lucky enough to escape from a great distance, seeing the scene here, also gritted their teeth and followed, they had great expectations for Ye Fan, perhaps, only he could break through the defense line of the Arabs and lead them to escape.

Sitting on the dromedary humpback, Iprahim coldly raised his right hand and signaled the servants behind him to prepare to attack.

High on the summit of the sand dunes, the camel caravan stood in a line, and on the back of each camel, a white-robed Arab rider stood proudly.

All white robes, turbans, sickle beards, sheepskin boots, bloodthirsty and cruel eyes, they are the soldiers of the Guards who have fought in a hundred battles, and the only remaining butchers of the desert in civilized society!

The wind is up, blowing up the white robes and sweeping the turbans!

When Ye Fan and the others were less than a kilometer away from them, Ibrahim decisively waved his right hand!

The camel raised its hooves and stepped on the soft sand as it rushed down the dunes!

The Arab scimitars one after another, in the winter sun, reflected a dazzling cold light, drowning Zhang Qiang's frightened vision.

All he had in his hand was a dagger!

The hooves of the camel are flying, the scimitar is shiny, the jumping white robe is about to be dyed bright red, there are cavalry in front, there are hunting dogs in the back, and they are attacked on both sides, and the remaining eight people are like lost dogs, rolling and crawling, and they are out of order again.

"Ahh

The Arabs are famous for their craftsmanship, and the sharpest knife in the world is the Arabian scimitar, the best of the Arabian scimitars, none other than the royal families of the sheikhs!

In the face of dozens of Arabian scimitars that were as sharp as clay, a whole team of fierce and brave desert warriors, even mercenaries and criminals who licked blood with their knives, were left trembling and trembling, and all that awaited them was to be killed.

Such a game, such a scene, has been played out countless times in the Golden Desert City, and no one can rewrite the ending, no one can cross the defense line set by the Arabian prince.

The remnants are in utter despair.

Charge, charge!

The caravan is invincible in the desert, and when the scimitar falls, it is when the head flies!

Killing, just around the corner!

"No, don't kill me......" A white man begs for mercy on his knees, begging for mercy from his enemies.

Poof!

Bloody blood spurted into the sky, and the hideous face was already distorted, rolling down the yellow sand with the skull.

The scimitar slashed, and a little red light dripped into the sand, and the blade immediately bloomed with double the snow light!

"Ah...... Kill!" the rest of the men fought against the mighty and invincible Arab warriors with their meager weapons!

Phew-

Just when everyone was about to go crazy, the Qingming Sword in Ye Fan's hand attacked again!

The golden blade pierced through the chest of a white-robed warrior, revealing a thick beam of blood from his back.

The sword light did not stop, bursting with several feet of golden brilliance, and slashing several people in a row!

The yellow sand swept into the sky, and the blood gushed out, startling the mount camel and disrupting the wild formation.

Slaughter, a rapid shift in perspective and direction.

Death to the more damned side.

The panicked caravans collided with each other, and the warriors were shocked, and the Arabian scimitar with a snowy handle was like an ornament in front of the flying sword!

Clusters of blood mist exploded, bright flowers bloomed on the white robes, and the sonorous sound of sword qi was wantonly vertical and horizontal in the empty desert, constantly staggering, and deafening!

The neighing of camels, the rolling of horses, the rolling of the corpses of Arab warriors, the reflection of rolling yellow sand and blood flowers, this tragic picture seems to make people in the battlefield of the Middle Ages, so unreal, so bloody, that it is impossible to face directly.

One person, alone, without even moving his footsteps, slew a whole group of murderous Arab scimitar warriors.

His weapon was not a sweeping firearm, but a short sword.

Iprahim's angry eyes passed through the blood-spattered battlefield, and Ye Fan's gaze met from afar, unable to believe it.

The group of people in the off-road vehicle sat in the cab, stopped the car, looked at the scene from afar, and were speechless.

The prey fought back, and the hunter became the prey instead, subverting their usual understanding, and an endless chill swelled up from the depths of their hearts, shocked and terrified.

When the group of hounds pounced more than ten meters away, they seemed to foresee the terrifying danger, and they collectively stopped their feet, whimpered, clamped their tails, slipped in all directions, and fled the way they came.

Don't say that Arabian hounds, even if they are fierce dogs such as Du Gao and bulldogs, they will be scared when they meet Ye Fan, and the various breaths on his body, as well as the terrifying killing intent, are definitely deeply feared by all species on this planet.

Only three or five of the Arab warriors fled to Ibrahim's side, and more than twenty corpses were lying in the sand.

This side of the world seems to have become hot, wild, like a burning hell.

Zhang Qiang looked at this young man who he had thought was a burden with shocked eyes.

thought he was in a desperate situation, but he survived again, this strong gap and surprise made his whole body tremble.

All the people who survived, when they looked at Ye Fan again at this moment, in addition to shock and gratitude, there was only fear left.

Close at hand, empathetic, that extraordinary killing method, compared to that harmless appearance, really makes mortals tremble, this is impossible for ordinary people to have, this is a divine skill!

The yellow sand quickly absorbed the blood, and the slaughter in the desert was always more poetic and exotic than the outside world.

Stepping on the twisted sand, through the caravan of camels, Ye Fan walked slowly towards Ibrahim.

The wind blew the corners of his clothes, the sand and dust blurred people's sight, and the prince of Abu Dhabi sitting upright on the dromedary, his fierce eyes revealed an imperceptible fear.

Several Arab scimitar warriors who were lucky enough to survive gathered around him, each staring at the prey that came alone, the hand holding the knife trembling involuntarily, unable to gather the murderous aura of Fang Cai anymore.

After death, fear has completely exhausted their killing power!

With every step Ye Fan took, Ibrahim's eyelids twitched violently.

That face gradually turned white, although riding on the back of a camel, condescending, it was as if he was in a cold abyss, looking up at an impassable mountain!

Mountains and rivers that move!

Cold sweat oozed from Ibrahim's forehead.

"Where is Raphael?" the indifferent question came directly into his mind, and Iprahim was caught off guard, snorted, and fell off his back.

The attendant warriors led the camel ropes and retreated several feet in unison, all looking panicked.

His Royal Highness the Prince was so frightened that they were greatly surprised.

After rolling on the sand for a few laps, Iprahim steadied his feet, and sat there with a gray face, looking at Ye Fan in horror and helplessness.

No matter how unruly and lofty he once was, under the suppression of absolute power, in the face of life and death, between princes and commoners, there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority!

Iprahim was gloomy by nature and said little, but today, he was really shocked.

"Who? Who is Raphael?" Iprahim's broken Chinese was unusually unpleasant, and coupled with the panic in his heart, it became even more bizarre and unspeakable.

"You don't know?" Ye Fan's eyes were sharp, almost piercing his soul.

Just one gaze made Ibrahim gasp for breath and wave his hand in a panic: "I don't know, I don't know......"

Ye Fan's wrist shook, and the cold light of the Qingming Sword burst out.

This slight movement made Ibrahim roll and crawl, hugging his head and begging for mercy: "Don't, don't kill me, I'm ...... I am the Prince of Abu Dhabi!"

"Prince?" Ye Fan's mouth crooked, happy, "Lao Tzu killed a liar like you who ruined the reputation of the royal family!"