"Don't, don't, let us go, let's surrender, we must be good people in the future. Feeling the snow knife condensed by Hanping, the bandits began to beg for mercy while fleeing, looking back at Hanping from time to time, hoping that the other party could open the net.

However, the black-clothed warriors were not scared, and after they couldn't kill Hanping, they began to spread their feet and run away, as long as they lived, there was hope, and when the time came, they would return to the tribe to add fuel and vinegar, and they would still be happy, but unfortunately they all underestimated Hanping's determination to kill them.

"Tu-dark" Han Ping was windless and automatic, and he said two words in a deep voice.

"Boom"

The snow knives gathered by the snowflakes began to exert their power, and they slashed directly at everyone. The snow helps the sword, the knife grows the snow, and the sand and rocks fly along the way, and the sky is full of snow.

The snow knife was invincible all the way with the general trend of heaven and earth, and in the roar of shock, despair and regret of the bandits, the snow knife finally slashed at them.

"Ah, don't, ah, help~"

"Roar roar roar~" screams, horse roars are endless, the current heaven and earth is a Shura field, where the blood flows like a river, and the sorrow is everywhere. Slowly, the color of the snow knife turned from white to red, but not a single drop of blood fell from the snow.

"Damn, Hanping, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost, you, don't die well, the One Sword Tribe won't let you go, ah~" With the last scream, the snow knife disappeared.

There are only blood flowers mixed with snowflakes on the snow, and the slow fall seems to be a lament of blood!

The snow had already been smoothed by snow knives, and a huge ravine seemed to have formed naturally, except that it was human, and the stumps of the horses were severed, and it was terrible to see.

This is a Shura field!

After doing all this, Han Ping raised his head and followed the snowflakes intertwined with blood and snow in the sky, no sorrow and no joy, at this time, the cold wind blew, and there was no wind on his body, which made people surrender involuntarily!

"Whoa,"

"Bumper bumper. ”

The movements of the Wu tribesmen were uniform, and all men, women, and children knelt down, facing the direction of Hanping. One is to thank him for saving his life, and the other is to worship the strong by the weak.

The old patriarch looked at Han Ping at this time, and felt inexplicably sad in his heart, if my Wu clan also appeared such a masterpiece, why worry about the hopelessness of the tribe? Presumably, he looked at Wu Han: "Wu Han, help me up, cough cough." ”

Wu Han immediately helped the old patriarch to get up, and the weak old patriarch bowed deeply to Han Ping under Wu Han's support, in order to show the grace of saving his life twice, and then knelt down with a "snap", which frightened everyone and frightened Han Ping.

A dodge appeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the two old patriarchs of Wuhan: "Old patriarch, I can't help it, hurry up." Han Ping said as he supported the old patriarch.

It's a pity that the other party shook off Han Ping's hands, refused to get up, and still knelt on the ground: "Little brother, thank you for saving your life in the dense forest, there is nothing to repay, three kowtows are retribution." "If you say it, the old patriarch bowed to Hanping three times.

"In the little brother Xie for saving the Wu tribe, my whole clan will thank you!" This time, the entire Wu tribe bowed down to Han Ping, and at this moment they were convinced, but it made Han Ping's whole body uncomfortable.

"Get up, you all get up!" Han Ping could only say helplessly.

"Ahem!" The old patriarch spurted out a mouthful of old blood, but still refused to get up.

Han Ping couldn't figure it out, he also kowtowed, and thanked him, why, he didn't get up yet.

But it is impossible to make Hanping kneel, a manly man, kneel to the sky and kneel to his parents, if there is one more person, it is Bing Lao and the old patriarch, and the others, it is impossible.

"Little brother, the old man still has something to ask for, I hope the little brother will not be surprised. The old patriarch spoke again.

"Patriarch Wu, but it doesn't hurt to say it. "Hanping is also dry.

"Look at the old man, it is estimated that it will not work, and the Wu tribe has no warriors, I'm afraid I can't withstand the retaliation of the Luoyang League, although Wu Han has some martial arts, he is not a martial artist, and the old man is unwilling?"

The people of the Wu tribe were overjoyed in the back, and it seemed that the old patriarch had other arrangements, but another wave of grief poured into his heart, and he didn't know why.

Han Ping frowned, he won't let himself protect the Wu tribe, he will leave after the New Year, I'm afraid it won't work.

Just about to refuse. "Little brother, I hope that the Wu tribe will return to the cold ice tribe, and from now on, there will be no Wu tribe in the world. The old patriarch said bitterly that for a patriarch, changing his name and surname was the biggest failure, but in order to continue the bloodline of the tribe, he had no choice.

"This. "This time, Han Ping was in a dilemma, he didn't have that ambition to contain a tribe, and this had to be agreed by his father and several uncles.

But at this moment, a voice sounded in Hanping's ears: promise him. Frightened, Han Ping looked left and right, and when he thought about it, this voice was: Bing Lao.

It seems that Bing Lao has been paying attention to Han Ping, even though he is in the Ice Tribe.

Looking at Han Ping, who was looking left and right and falling into deep thought, the hearts of the Wu clan were up and down for a while, and they were afraid that Han Ping would refuse. If he refuses, then the Wu tribe is really finished, in the absence of the patriarch of the warrior, and most of the tribe men died on the battlefield, even if the Luoyang Alliance does not make a move, other tribes will annex the Wu tribe.

This is the law of survival of nature, the survival of the fittest, and it is also the survival of various tribes in the Southern Regions.

However, the old patriarch of Wu is relatively calm, he can't control Hanping's thoughts, and people promise to be the best help for them, if he doesn't agree, it is reasonable, he can't force it.

Wu Han crawled on the ground quietly, Han Ping looked at each other, and was directly shocked: At this time, Wu Han was actually healing, and there was a glimmer of light on his body, this person is definitely not small.

Han Ping was happy in his heart: In the future, you, Wu Han will be the commander of my Cold Ice Tribe to kill the world.

"Old patriarch, hurry up. Han Ping directly helped the latter up, preventing the latter from resisting, and Wu Han also pulled it up by the way.

"Old patriarch, Brother Wu, all the clansmen, from now on, the Wu tribe and my cold ice tribe will share weal and woe, advance and retreat together. Hanping shouted loudly.

"Good, good, good" There was a cheer from the people of the Wu clan below, and they saw the hope of life.

"Thank you!" Wu Han looked at Han Ping, and said in a deep voice, he had decided to do his best for Han Ping, just for Han Ping's sentence: "You moved the person who shouldn't be moved and Brother Wu." ”

Hanpei smiled, patted the latter on the shoulder, and then walked to the side and pulled out a flare. The "poof" signal flare blooms together with the rising sun in the snow, which is the wolf smoke of the ice tribe, which means that the warrior brings people together, and since he promised people, he will send people back.

After doing this, Han Ping left quietly, giving the space to the Wu clan patriarch and Wu Han and the Wu clan, they must still have a lot of things to explain, and they also have a lot of things to complete, such as what are the good things in the newly established sixth division?