A short blade of light was like a deadly light in Chen Ang's hands, and it always appeared silently on the vital points of the sand people. Often, before they could see the blazing white sword sharpening clearly, they heard the buzzing sword sound coming from under their necks, and then a trembling electric shock made them fall into darkness forever.

In Anakin's eyes, the attacks of the sand people were as fierce as a storm. Each of the alloy rods in their hands was enough to smash the skull of Bansha Beast. The plasma and toxins on the alloy rods were enough to kill a Cretron. However, these robbers who came out of the bloody storm could not do anything to the man holding the sword in front of them.

The light blade in his hand was like life, like a lively snake, walking through the blade sticks waving by the sand people. Every time he jumped, the sand people's agile body seemed clumsy and full of flaws.

The sword light quickly pierced into their flaws, easily taking away the lives of one sand man after another.

Soon, the Sha people noticed one fallen companion after another around them. They were wailing hoarsely, and the shrill voices came from afar for dozens of miles. Even though the Sha people were fierce, they were also flesh and blood after all. They were afraid of such fearless death and soon dispersed.

Chen Ang chased their backs and assassinated three more sand people. Then he saw more than a dozen sand people rushing to work and running away in a panic. When they left, only one-third of the original number was. The remaining Bansha beasts who had lost their masters were wailing in confusion, wandering in front of their former masters.

"Teacher, the sand people are very difficult to deal with!" Anakin hurriedly climbed down from the silver disc and looked at the sand people all over the ground seriously. "They will remember to kill people of their kind. Once you find you on the wasteland, the large sand people tribes on the wasteland will initiate and participate in the siege. They will regard you as their mortal enemy."

"Dead enemy? Then let them regard me as their natural enemy!" Chen Ang patted his head indifferently, "No matter how the sand people choose, what is left to them is just two simple options, survival or death!"

"We don't have to make a choice, the weak are the ones that need to be considered."

Anakin raised his head in surprise and looked at Chen Ang.

"Anakin, as my disciple, the most important thing is to stick to your principles, do what you think you should do, and shoulder its consequences. I chose to be tolerant before because I had no way to bear the consequences of doing so, because I had no strength to protect you at that time."

"The principle without power is a pale promise. The power without principle is a sharp blade of inverted support. This is the spirit of a hero, which is free and at the same time sticks to the bottom line."

Chen Ang pointed to the corpse on the ground and asked him: "Tell me now, what is your principle?"

Anakin looked at the blood around him and pondered for a long time, "The Sand Man is a robber from the wasteland. Many families were broken because of them. When he attacked the teacher, I wanted to kill them, and I also felt that I should kill them, but I couldn't kill people who had no power to resist. I think what I can persist in is perhaps just being cautious."

"Well said, Anakin! You must always remember what you say today. When you face the temptation of darkness, you should remember and treat the killing carefully. The spirit of a hero is free, but taking on the consequences and responsibilities of your own actions and sticking to the principles of your heart should always remain unchanged."

Chen Ang waved his hand and stepped on his feet, "Okay, now the group of sand people should think they have thrown us away. According to Tatooine's rules, we should receive the spoils!"

The red electronic eyes flashed slightly, and in the projected light screen, several blue light spots stayed in a hidden position on the map. A slight shock under my feet and a silver disc shot out.

Anakin lowered his head and was silent for a while, suddenly raised his head and asked, "Teacher, are you a hero?"

Chen Ang looked into the distance of the desert, without answering for a long time, and only the sound of two people's clothes rushing in the wind on the silver plate. Anakin thought he had said something wrong. Just when he was hesitant to apologize to Chen Ang, Chen Ang suddenly spoke.

"I am, and there is a part of me, which belongs to the spirit of a hero."

"What about the other part?" Anakin asked curiously.

"The other part should be the spirit of immortals! You are free and easy, seeking from top to bottom, sticking to yourself, grasping your true heart, a hero is a person, and an immortal is a road..."

"Just like the Jedi?" Anakin said, holding the handle of the light blade: "No passion is needed; calm the mind. Do not follow ignorance; obey true knowledge. Do not indulge in lust, be calm and clear. There is no destruction, only the power of the power."

He suddenly put down the light blade and looked at Chen Ang with his eyes shining brightly, "Teacher, I want to be a fairy tale. I like its creed more, and I feel free."

"Haha! This is different! You should be your Jedi honestly!" Chen Ang laughed and said, "I am just a seeker, but I only saw a small and half of the way ahead. When I really understand, I will come back and tell you what you choose!"

While speaking, a huge canyon could be seen vaguely in front of him. It was like an ugly crack, penetrated the rock plateau in front of him. Silver discs quickly penetrated into the canyon against the cliff wall. In the distance, a vague silver shadow shone in the sun.

"What is that?" Anakin set up a pergola curiously, squinted his eyes and stared at the small silver dot. As the silver disc approached quickly, the silver dot continued to widen, and a vague shadow could be seen in a short while.

"It's a spaceship! A large spaceship!" Anakin shouted excitedly, pointing at the flat silver shadow in the distance, excitedly. Chen Ang adjusted his direction and flew towards the spaceship from a more hidden angle.

After Li De In, Chen Ang discovered that this was an abandoned spacecraft. It must have been an accident. The huge impact scar on the starboard side proved this. The small blue dots in the radar flashed at the position of the spacecraft. From the sky, you can see that several tents of sand people were placed outside the spacecraft, and some sand people were also entering and exiting the spacecraft.

It seems that the spaceship that unfortunately died was used as a stronghold by the sand people.

Of course, Chen Ang would not miss such a large piece of fat in front of him. The silver disc flashed and slid directly under the spacecraft. Several sand men were resting there. Seeing Chen Ang, they all took up their weapons in panic. Chen Ang could even see that those weapons were the bloodstains of the battle just now.

The leading sand man roared and said in a difficult manner in the language commonly used by Tatoyin: "Foreigners, leave here! Otherwise, die!" Dozens of sand man gathered behind him and stared at Chen Ang with an extremely resentful look.

Some sand people who had not experienced that battle began to get ready to move.

Chen Ang pulled out his handle and screamed softly, and the blazing light blade poked out his head, "Sand man, leave my spoils, otherwise, die!"

Before he finished speaking, several sand men could not hold back and roared up. The remaining sand men hesitated for a moment and followed. This time, the number of sand men was more, and the first one to be the leader of the sand men was holding a metal stick at least twice as heavy as the ordinary sand men, and made a sound of breaking through the air.

The sharp and ferocious raided rod head flashed with a faint blue light, and with extremely strong force, it hit Chen Ang's Tianling directly. Behind him, several alloy rods with sharp blades protruding from the sand man's hands and slashed towards Chen Ang.

Chen Ang's lightsaber turned, held the hilt of the sword in his backhand, and suddenly rushed out, turning into a stream of light, rushing into the middle of the sand man. His body twisted into a strange shape, shrinking into a small group, avoiding the first wave of attacks of the sand man.

The body suddenly collapsed like a spring, and the light blade touched the body, drawing a strange arc, and the blade light hit the sand man. Every time it flashed, a sand man robber would fall down.

Chen Ang's footsteps suddenly changed a complex change. He flipped his body and came from the front to the leader of the sand man. Then the light blade pierced out and easily penetrated into his spine. Then the light blade flipped around, allowing the fluctuating high-energy particle beam to completely destroy his nervous system.

With a plop.

The body of the leader of the sand man fell down with a bang.

Chen Ang floated up his body and blocked him. He suddenly felt the vibration of the corpse in his hand. Dozens of shotguns drove the leader of the sand man into a pool of mud, but Chen Ang had already gone around behind them, and gently wiped the light blade in his hand.

Before they could react, the two men's heads drooped heavily, revealing half of the hind head. They were about to shake their bodies twice and fell heavily to the ground.

Chen Ang's reaction was so excessive that he bullied the Sharen. His light blade flew in his hand, calmly calculating the key points of the Sharen, and killed them one by one with the minimum amplitude. Every time the light flashed, it would always be accompanied by the sound of his body falling down.

Soon, the Sandman tribe could no longer hold on.
Chapter completed!