The more familiar convoy formed a large circle at this time. Some drivers hid behind the car with double-barrel hunting rifles and fought back hard, while the other drivers were holding large wrenches, looking nervous and angry, as if they were shouting and scolding something. Fortunately, Yang Chenyu was a layer of red halo that enveloped the entire convoy. Due to the expansion of the defense range, the red halo seemed very fragile and was shaking under the impact of the bullet, but it still existed, but it seemed that it would not last long.

The talismans given by Yang Chenyu were originally used to protect one person. Who would have thought that Wang Feng would actually wrap the entire convoy in? In this way, it would be the limit to be able to persist in these dozens of breaths.

Outside the convoy, a group of strong men with fleshy faces and light and heavy weapons, either riding camels or driving jeeps, with a hint of horror on their faces, but the weapons in their hands had never stopped. They poured bullets into the convoy frantically. If it weren't for the protection of the red aperture, the drivers would have been beaten into hornet's nests long ago.

"Water! Waater!" Finally, after a violent shaking, the red halo turned into pieces and disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, the sand thieves cheered. Yang Chenyu did not stay in the room all day while staying in the Hampshire market. He learned some Kamara with the waiters in the hotel. This sentence should be similar to the kind of killing the gun.

As the red aperture dissipated, the drivers who struggled to resist seemed to have their bones removed and fell down one by one. The tension and pressure of fighting were too great. Before, they could protect themselves with their magical aperture. Once there was no aperture, how could a driver with only a few double-barrel hunting rifles could confront the bandits holding automatic rifles or even light machine guns and bazooka?

Are they really going to fight with a large wrench?

As for the reporter Zhang, she was also magically in the convoy, but she was already scared and trembling all over. Not to mention what fate would she suffer from falling into the hands of the sand thief, just the bullets flying back and forth were enough to make this woman who had never seen the battlefield terrified.

Perhaps seeing the drivers losing their power of resistance, and the strange aperture disappeared before, the sand thieves laughed smugly. They carried weapons and rushed towards the convoy. Now the ** lamb has lost its horns to protect themselves. It is time for everyone to enjoy the pleasure of looting!

It would be fine if Yang Chenyu didn't care, but since he came, he didn't plan to ignore it.

"Just use these sand thieves to try their new methods." Yang Chenyu smiled. The magical powers of the Dharma come from the Taoist practice, which is an indisputable fact. After a growing sandy land was derived from the spirit pool, Yang Chenyu's strength began to gradually recover. It was even higher than coming to this desert.

After all, as a Qi Refiner and a Taoist practitioner, in addition to the magic weapons, talismans, etc., the greatest power comes from the world. Therefore, excluding other means, this environment has a considerable impact on the combat power of a Qi Refiner.

"The wind comes! The sand rises!" Yang Chenyu's right hand shook a whisk. A whirlwind then formed hundreds of miles away from the sand. In a moment, the whirlwind turned into a hurricane expanding everywhere. Countless sands and gravels were swept up, and after mixing with the hurricane, a sandstorm formed.

Of course, the sand storm formed by Yang Chenyu's magic power is somewhat different from the sand storm on this desert.

The wind of the sandstorm above the desert blows in one direction. In order to facilitate the control of the direction of the sandstorm movement, Yang Chenyu converges the wind inward, thus forming a sandstorm group that is somewhat similar to the tornado.

No matter what, once this sandstorm was formed, it immediately attracted the attention of sand thieves and even the convoy.

"Mama Cardo! Angela Scheney! (My mother, how could there be a sandstorm!" The sand thieves were not too concerned about robbing the convoy, and turned around and rushed towards their cars and mounts. They seemed to see that the scale of the sandstorm was not large and attempted to rush out before the sandstorm came.

This kind of thing is common for sand thieves who roam in the desert. If they encounter an overly large sand storm, they will naturally find shelter and camp on the spot for the sand storm to rage. When a smaller sand storm comes, they will escape at a ninety-degree angle with the direction of the sand storm. After all, no one can tell what will happen when the sand storm is coming. No matter how good the prevention measures are, they may be hit by a sand dune falling from the sky and buried alive.

As for the convoy, while glading that the sandstorm drove away the thugs, they also began to quickly fix the vehicles so as not to be blown away.

"Want to escape?" Yang Chenyu smiled gloomyly, raised his left hand flat, but there was an illusion of a sand storm appearing in the palm of his hand. On the side of the direction of the sand storm movement, there were a group of small black dots, which was naturally an illusion of a sand thief.

Yang Chenyu pointed his right index finger at the sandstorm illusion, and then pushed it towards the direction of the small black dot. Suddenly, the sand thieves who had just gotten into the car and found that the sandstorm that was originally slightly off the angle had turned and rushed towards them.

"Cardo seems to have rice! (My Desert God!)" The sand thieves screamed in shock, and the car quickly started and fled to the distance.

But soon, they discovered a big problem. No matter how they changed direction, the sandstorm followed them slowly, like a fly that smelled a rotten egg. Of course, the fly was big enough to slap them to death.

Suddenly, all kinds of curses came from the mouths of the sand thieves. They realized something was wrong and ran away like this. Before the sand storm could dissipate by itself, their group would be exhausted to death.

Perhaps it was the order issued by the leader of the Sand Pirates, or perhaps it was the Sand Pirates who did their own business. In short, the Sand Pirates stopped running away, chose a sand dune, camped on the spot, connected the cars together, all camels lay down, covered them with canvas, and people hid under the cars. According to general practice, this method was enough to protect themselves from the sandstorm.

After all, these methods to prevent sandstorms have been used by the people of the desert for many years, and there is no more improvements.

But the problem is that what they encountered this time was not a natural sandstorm, but a sandstorm controlled by Yang Chenyu. In order to test the methods, Yang Chenyu naturally would not let them go easily.

At this time, I felt that the world's changes were so magical than that group of drivers. They originally thought that the disaster was coming. Compared to the fact that if they encountered pirates at sea, they might even save their lives. Not every pirate is a bloody person, either because they are satisfied with your goods, or because you still have the value of earning ransoms. In short, as long as you don't resist, you won't lose your life easily.

But this rule is suitable at sea, but not in the desert.

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