In this case, coming back is just to die.
The current leader of the Chishui Tribe would rather that the priests Ge Geluo and Sha Heng did not rush back, at least they could still leave some blood for the Chishui Tribe.
Time is also fate!
The leader of the Chishui tribe sighed in his heart, maybe the fate of the Chishui tribe will be decided today.
"Brothers, the number one warrior of our clan is back! The Lord Priest is back too! And the other brothers are back too! Today, we will kill him till death, and fight to the death with this damn Black Ink Wolf Tribe! "Gemu's face only dimmed for a moment, and then a strong look of determination appeared on his face. The stone gun in his hand hit the yellow sand heavily, and a sand pit suddenly appeared.
As Gemu's powerful and firm voice sounded, all the Chishui tribesmen who could still move picked up the weapons around them and faced the enemies of the Black Wolf tribe on the opposite side, with an expression of indomitable determination and a disregard for death on their faces.
"I, the son of the Chishui Tribe! Only those who die standing up, not those who kneel down!" The clan leader of the Chishui Tribe, even though he had a broken leg, still held on to his weapon after Gemu's words, although it was a little shaken. But he still stood up and yelled with anger in his Dantian.
Even if their Chishui tribe is going to be destroyed today, they can only fight until death!
In the northern desert, there are only tribes that fight to the death!
"Well said!" Amid the huge flames that were approaching quickly, a smile appeared on Gro's resolute face, and he shouted cheerfully, "Brothers! Today, we will kill him!"
"kill!!!"
"kill!!!"
"kill!!!"
Almost at the moment when Ge Luo finished speaking, all the Chishui tribe members' eyes turned red and they shouted loudly, neatly and deeply.
The people of the Molang tribe opposite did not look frightened at all. Instead, they also showed strong murderous intent and looked at the Chishui tribe members opposite with cold eyes.
Both sides are on the verge of breaking out.
"kill!"
"Do it!"
The voices of Ge Luo and Mo He came out at the same time.
The moment it was released, two torrents with murderous intent and ruthlessness collided together. Blood and roar watered the yellow sand again, and life and death intertwined this desert again.
Mo He, on the other hand, brazenly confronted Ge Luo and Sha Heng Sacrifice.
Gro and Sha Hengji are the two strongest people in the Chishui tribe. Only if they work together to fight against Mohe can there be a glimmer of hope.
Or, you can also place your hope on Gro and make a breakthrough before the battle.
However, that is only the slimmest hope in the end.
For monks, the gap between Qi training and foundation building is like a chasm.
So, for body refiners, the mortal realm and the innate realm are both natural chasms!
However, at the moment when they collided, neither Gero's fist nor Sha Heng's fireball technique was just a mayfly shaking the tree, in vain.
Gro's huge figure of two meters flew out upside down.
The fireball sacrificed by Sha Heng was torn apart by the giant sand wolf's claws.
As for Mo He, the Mo Wolf tattoo on his upper body exudes a faint ink-colored light, and his figure is as motionless as a mountain.
The sacrifices of Ge Luo and Sha Heng could not cause any harm to Mo He, who was already in the innate realm.
Mo He sneered, glanced at the sand wolf next to him, which was as tall as a man, and motioned it to deal with the two dozen or so members of the Chishui Tribe who had followed Ge Luo and the others back.
He alone is enough to deal with Gro and Sha Heng!
The sand wolf in Mohe whimpered and turned into a stream of arrows, rushing towards the Chishui tribesmen who were rushing back.
The expressions of both Ge Luo and Sha Heng priests changed.
Although this sand wolf is not a demon beast in the innate realm, its strength is no worse than the two of them. If it is allowed to charge at the people of the Chishui Tribe, it will probably be a massacre!
Gro and Priest Sha Heng looked at each other. The next moment, Priest Sha Heng escaped and chased the sand wolf as tall as a man.
Gro, on the other hand, shook his numb arms and rushed towards Mohe again.
For a time, three battlefields were divided on this yellow sand desert.
Gro and Mohe.
Sha Heng sacrifices to the sand wolf as tall as a man.
The Chishui tribe and the Morang tribe have gathered together, Shalang.
However, as time goes by, the trends on the battlefield gradually become clearer and clearer.
No matter where the battlefield was, the people of the Chishui Department were at an absolute disadvantage.
However, with a spirit of bravery that was not afraid of death, for a while, the casualties of the Molang Department were not low.
Mo He didn't care about the life or death of the people in the Molang tribe, he was just enjoying, enjoying Gro, in his hands, struggling and resisting, but it was still difficult to see the dawn of victory.
Seeing that Gro was covered in injuries, his right arm was twisted unnaturally, and big beads of sweat appeared on his face, but they were evaporated in an instant. A strange smile appeared on Mo He's face, and he looked at his fair chest. , the ink-colored giant wolf tattoo gave off a burst of light, and kicked Gro on the knee.
There was a click.
Gro's whole body flew out and landed heavily in the yellow sand. His right hand and right leg were all twisted and bent, making him extremely embarrassed.
Sha Heng, the priest, fought equally with the sand wolf. However, because of Gro's situation, he was distracted for a moment, and the sand wolf bit his arm and tore off a piece of flesh.
The ferocious head of the sand wolf showed a look of human enjoyment, chewing the human flesh in its mouth, and a drop of saliva dripped down.
Priest Sha Heng took out a small jade bottle, endured the severe pain in his arm, and drank the emerald-green liquid in the small jade bottle in one gulp. Blood was flowing gurglingly, and a piece of flesh was missing from his arm, and a light-colored streak appeared. Green light, blood slowly stopped.
The leader of the Chishui Tribe killed a sand wolf that was about to attack with a backhand, and then fell to the ground from exhaustion.
Due to excessive blood loss and fighting hard, the clan leader of the Chishui Tribe fell down and no longer had the strength to stand up. Feeling the life slowly flowing out of his body, the clan leader of the Chishui Tribe saw the half-dead Chishui. The soldiers of the tribe saw Ge Luo, who was knocked down by Mo He's blow, and saw the blood-stained white robe of Sha Heng.
The patriarch of the Chishui tribe had eyes full of sadness. He fell to the ground and looked at the vast sky. In front of his eyes were a green grassland, a blue lake, and a beautiful girl wearing a wreath on her head and smiling brightly.
In my ears, there seemed to be a clear and melodious sound of camel bells.
The crisp and melodious sound of camel bells suddenly appeared on this yellow sand full of fighting and blood.
So abrupt, so out of place.
Almost everyone involuntarily looked at the place where the camel bells came from.
I saw three camels where the yellow sand met the sky, slowly walking toward the battlefield against the light.
The two camels at the back seemed a little frightened by the thick bloody smell and just stayed put. Only the camel in the front didn't seem to care and walked towards the battlefield step by step.
Everyone knows this is not normal.
For a moment, the battlefield that was originally full of fighting suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at the camel that was getting closer and closer, and the graceful girl sitting on top of the camel.
