Desert Eagle, 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. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

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.

"Ah-live, live--I want to live-" Zhang Qiang's eyes were red, and a strong desire for survival filled his mind, clenching the dagger, intending to fight to the death.

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!

Kill, near

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