"Huhuhu~" A cold wind blew in the lonely valley, and the cold wind mixed with the falling snow penetrated into Hanping's wound.

"Oops," Han Ping knew that it hurt at this time, and he grinned and gently touched the wound, "Grandma's, it's still too careless." After that, he fumbled for a while and took out a bottle of gold sore medicine from his pocket, which was given by Bing Lao.

Hanping took the potion inside and smeared it on the wound. "Shhh He bared his teeth and snorted coldly, at this moment he felt that the wound was hot and painful, but the effect was very obvious, the bleeding had stopped, he tore a little cloth at will, and casually bazale it to prevent inflammation.

After dealing with these, he bent down and picked up the big knife on the ground, which was also a ghost head knife, it was Seventh Brother's, should the quality be a little better than the one just now, Han Ping looked at the ghost head knife that had been scrapped in the snow and thought.

Subsequently, Han Ping walked in front of Brother Qi and groped for a while, but unfortunately, the current Brother Qi is almost the same as a beggar, except for a knife on his body, there is nothing, Han Ping smiled awkwardly, the ghost head knife in his hand rose and fell, and then Brother Qi died without looking at it, and even his head was taken away by Han Ping.

Han Ping carried the head of the seventh brother and walked to Wei Shou, who had already fallen apart, and groped for a while on the latter, but fortunately, he found a lot of gold coins and some strange things.

Hanping did not refuse, and all of them were received in the storage bag, and then the knife fell again, and Wei Thin's head also followed in the footsteps of the seventh brother, and a bunch of sundries were thrown in the storage bag at will.

"Huh~" After doing all this, Han Ping breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart was a little lighter, looking at the two headless people, Han Ping had no sorrow or joy in his heart. "Let me be a good person in the last journey to see you off, in the next life. ”

Han Ping said calmly, and then he used a force under his feet, rising to the sky, waving the ghost head knife in his hand in a disorderly manner, and then he landed, and his head would not go far, and the valley behind him directly slid down the snowdrift, a scene of avalanche......

With a loud bang, there was no such valley in this dense forest again.

Han Ping took small steps to the place where the war horse was tied, and the war horse was almost resting at this time, "Please." Hanping said to the warhorse, and then jumped on the horse's back and drove away, leaving only a string of horseshoe footprints in the snow. Not far away, two horses were still waiting for their master to return.

The Sunset Mountains, the snow, seems to be falling heavier and heavier, dripping, from time to time a wave of cold wind, this is originally a season of snow, but also destined to be a season of killing.

Han Ping rode a war horse, with a ghost head knife on his back, he wanted to return the same way, somehow, he couldn't let go of Wu Han in his heart, thinking about the sixth branch of the Luoyang League that appeared out of thin air, there was only one Wei Shou, could it be established? Thinking of this, he shouted again at the war horse to speed up, and the horse's hoof footprints in the snow were dense.

One man, one knife, one horse, galloping in the snow.

As Han Ping expected, the Wu tribe was in trouble, and when Han Ping left to pursue Wei Shou and them, the warriors of the Wu tribe shouted to pursue the bandits of the sixth division, but unfortunately, they encountered an ambush, and after Wu Han arrived, he relied on his brute strength to lead dozens of people alive to kill a bloody road.

The bandits once again launched a counterattack, and among the bandits, there was a man in black, dressed exactly like the other bandits, except that his eyes were even colder.

Wu Han led people all the way back to the Wu tribe, which directly frightened the Wu clan people to cry and scream, which was the blood disaster of the Wu clan.

What made them feel even more loveless was that their old patriarch actually returned to the Wu tribe with scars, which was like the last straw that overwhelmed the Wu tribe, making them completely desperate.

At this time, everyone in the Wu tribe was in danger, the children were trembling in the arms of the women, and the surviving men were holding big swords and spears, waiting for the arrival of the bandits.

In the center of the tribe, the shrewd old man was chattering in front of the old patriarch who was seriously injured and beaten to death, and behind him was a burning and jumping flame, and Wu Han was lying in the arms of the old patriarch like a child at this time, crying bitterly, casting a shadow on the already stormy tribe again.

The old patriarch still has this consciousness, his old eyes kept looking at the tribe, tears flowed down unconsciously, and his heart was grief-stricken, the Wu tribe is over.

At this moment, the earth shook again, and the sound of horses' hooves and shouts was heard again, if there was nothing but it was clear. The children's hands holding their mothers tighter, the men's hands holding their weapons harder, a layer of sweat coming out of their faces, nervousness, fear, but more fear.

Wu Han kowtowed heavily to the old patriarch, then picked up the long stick, and at this moment, the old patriarch grabbed Wu Han's hand: "Wu Han, promise me, keep the tribe, please, cough cough." ”

Wu Han didn't look at the old patriarch, he walked straight to the front of the tribe, tears in his eyes.

The shrewd old man watched all this quietly, and then he stood up and faced everyone: "Everyone has seen it, the critical moment has come, now all the young people over the age of fourteen, take up the weapons in your hands, bravely defend the tribe, and go to defend the family and the country with your fathers and relatives, go, good sons and daughters of the Wu tribe." He said with a heartfelt voice.

Although the shrewd old man likes to intrigue, he is absolutely unambiguous in front of major events, and his ability to mobilize people really has a set, only to see several teenagers rushing out with weapons, followed by the cry of women.

Good sons and daughters are determined to protect their families and defend the country!

"Wu Wei, aren't you fourteen years old yet? The abrupt shrewd old man shouted at Wu Wei who was hiding in the corner.

This voice directly pushed Wu Wei to the cusp of the storm, and under everyone's gaze, Wu Wei reluctantly picked up a spear and walked timidly to the battlefield in front of him, which was completely different from his appearance of insulting Han Ping's show of martial arts.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da. ”

The sound of horses' hooves finally arrived, and then a group of black-clothed war horses, big knives in hand, murderous bandits appeared, they looked at the warriors of the Wu tribe who looked at death as if they were at home, but everyone's eyes fell on a strong, tall and powerful young man covered in blood and with a mantle in front of him.

They will never forget the boy and the long stick in his hand, that kind of lethality, I'm afraid it is not much more than ordinary warriors!

In the middle of the bandits, the bandit with extremely cold eyes looked at Wu Han, with a sneer in his mouth, looking at the scattered Wu tribe, he really couldn't understand why Wei Shou led more than 80 people to be killed so that only more than 20 people remained?

"Waste, look at how you explain to the three masters, hum!" The man in black snorted coldly, and then rode forward, the bandits on both sides spontaneously gave way, happy and convinced, without a trace of disobedience, it seems that this person's identity, status, and strength are not ordinary.