"Do you still have the strength?" said the weak chicken, "Go, cut off his head!"

Without its reminder, Ouyang Ting had already struggled to stand up slowly.

Stretch out your hand and probe, sure enough! The head of the clan looked bitterly at the round eyes and smiled fiercely, but his life had long been cut off, and he was already dead.

The detective grabbed the scimitar that was still clenched from his stiff hand, and Ouyang Ting's heart was cold.

You live or die, after all, I won!

"Click!"

"Those three old bangzi! Give you Ouyang Xiaoye!" Carrying the bloody and blurred head, Ouyang Ting shouted and threw it over.

The battlefield in the distance was raging fiercely, and the three old barbarians were not injured, but the top-grade spirit beasts under their seats had all been killed, and their huge bodies fell in a pool of blood.

And the killing of the Martial Pavilion side also had a lot of losses, there were only six of the top ten commanders still fighting, and the four who fell had their eyes closed tightly, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Ouyang Ting's sudden burst of applause naturally caused a momentary pause in the confrontation over there!

The round head fell in the air and rolled neatly at the feet of the three old brutes, and when they looked at it, they all changed color.

This can't be! The head of the clan is bitter! Dead?

Then they turned their faces to look at Ouyang Ting, and beside him, the headless body was still standing stiffly. There is still a mist of blood on his neck!

"Steady!" reminded the weak chicken.

Ouyang Ting forcibly suppressed the trembling on his body, slowly raised the scimitar in his hand, which originally belonged to the clan leader, and said coldly: "Today, none of you can leave!"

Even though he ran out of oil and dried up, even the head of the person who threw the bitterness of the clan gritted his teeth and tried his best.

But the murderous intent and hideousness that burst out on his bloodstained face did not falsify it at all! The cold in his eyes also shot at the three old barbarians like substance.

Barbarians are accompanied by orcs all year round, and they are fierce by nature!

But these three old barbarians living in the wilderness, accustomed to killing and blood. In the face of Ouyang Ting's monstrous killing intent, a slight tremor rose in his heart!

The head of the clan was bitter, and the existence that was even more powerful than them died at the hands of this unknown young man.

If he attacks and kills violently, coupled with the crazy counterattack of this group of people. I can't say, the three of them really can't get out of this bloody place today!

"Let's go!" the three old barbarians glanced at each other, and they immediately made up their minds to evacuate decisively.

The clan leader died bitterly, and the chakra realm master under his seat also died. The three thousand miles of barbarism outside the Longkou Pass are estimated to be over.

After going back, he must bring his own barbarian group to fuse the beast herd as soon as possible! With such a large area, there must be how many beast crystals.

Thinking of this, they didn't have the heart to stay here for half a minute.

As for the barbarians who are still around here, they are not of their own race, whether they live or die, what does it have to do with them?

At the same time as Ouyang Ting gritted his teeth and took a step, the three three-vein barbarian masters turned around and left quickly at the same time, without even saying half a cruel word.

They walked so fast that they disappeared into the depths of the forest in an instant...

If they have the heart to turn back, if they are unwilling to turn around and take a look. It is estimated that the outcome will be very different.

Even though Ouyang Ting had the heart to insist, the foot he stepped out had no strength to support it.

As soon as he landed, his strength was weak and unstable, and he collapsed all over his body, and he fell to the ground upright.

"Ouyang Ting!" The crisis was resolved, and Ling Xiao was able to get out of the center and run towards him. didn't care about his bloody body, which was soaked inside and out, and knelt on the ground and lifted his body up and hugged him in his arms.

The girl's fragrance broke through the fishy blood and penetrated into Ouyang Ting's nose, but there was no trace of turbulence in his heart. It was like a fool and tilted his head to the side.

Less than a meter in front of him, Cao Kun fell there motionless and quietly.

There was no longer any trace of agility on the face that was smiling on weekdays, his eyes were not closed, Ouyang Ting only saw the unwillingness that had not yet dissipated in his gloomy eyes.

Beneath him, crush the dead barbarians.

Perhaps, when the last trace of consciousness has not yet dissipated, he still thinks that he should be able to kill a few more before falling...

More than 100 people left the clan wall, and to this day, there are still a few people left who can stand!

After the three old barbarians left, several commanders and a few black-robed and black-robed black-armored people who could still stand, some of them sat on their swords, and some knelt on the ground and cried.

Even Liao Fan and Mo Fei had never personally participated in such a tragic encirclement and suppression.

The killing martial arts pavilions of the large battalions around Longkou Pass, even though they have always grown and sharpened in blood and fire. But this is the first time that such a heavy casualty has been almost extinct...

"Not good!" Just as everyone who had survived the catastrophe was gasping for breath, Liao Fan suddenly stood up and shouted, "Quick, go back and see them!"

Mo didn't wait for anyone to hear the words and didn't speak, and ran directly in the direction where he came.

There, there are more than a dozen robes that are injured and unable to walk. I don't know how they are now, have they ever encountered the barbarian scattered tribe outside the country!

"Help me over..."Ouyang Ting also struggled to get up when he heard this, it was so tragic here that excessive grief was useless.

And over there, it is very likely that there are still a lot of robes in mind. If they are okay, then I have to say that it is a big surprise to the camp around Longkou Pass!

However, things don't always go their way...

When Ling Xiao helped Ouyang Ting to the place where the original robe was located in the forest, Liao Fan and the others were already standing there quietly.

Ouyang Ting, who was blocked by their figures, couldn't see what was going on inside. However, looking at their trembling hands, Ouyang Ting's heart couldn't help but sink suddenly...

Sure enough, when he got closer, he took a look. The tragic situation in his eyes made his already scarred heart shatter into scum again.

Dead, they're all dead...

Ouyang Ting leaned on Lingxiao and gasped heavily, looking at the situation that was no different from the tragic battlefield outside the forest, and the blood in his chest was surging.

More than a dozen black-clad and black-armoured people were obviously unfortunate enough to be discovered by the barbarian team that was wandering outside.

But they will kill themselves with their swords, or they will die with the enemy. Unlike the others, each of them still has the same expression on their faces as they did when they died in battle.

It was a kind of liberation, and there was an indescribable sense of freedom!

They couldn't keep up with their brothers, and they couldn't take part in that blood-boiling battle. But God's mercy for the warriors fulfilled their hearts to fight.

Some people may think that this is a misfortune for them. However, from their expressions, it could be seen that in the eyes of this group of black-robed and black-armored people, this was a great gift to them.

If the comrades-in-arms outside were to die, it would be impossible for them to get out of this vast wilderness with their severely injured and crippled bodies. Perhaps, a wolf pack attack would be enough to leave them dead.

But God seemed to hear their heart's prayers, and let a group of barbarians appear here.

The final outburst, who squeezed out the last trace of strength in the bloodline, was a success!

More than a dozen seriously injured people were stunned, leaving behind twenty or thirty barbarian corpses.

This record may not be very impressive in normal times, but with their bodies that are difficult to even stand, it is enough to laugh at Huangquan.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong..."Liao Fan, who had taken a deep look at each of them's faces, fell to his knees and muttered.

It is better to take them, even if they die in front, than to bury them here with attachment.

This glimmer of relief and happiness is what they have begged for....

I don't know how long I was silent in this forest, and the sky slowly lit up with the white of the fish's belly.

Although the forest is dark, they can no longer be seen...

....

After the survivors slowly regained some strength in the dreary, they began to clean up the battlefield with boundless grief.

Familiar faces were turned out of the layers of corpses by them, carefully wiped the blood from their faces, and slowly placed them in one place.

What broke their hearts was that many of the eyes of the robes were not known if it was because of time or something else. No matter what they do, they can't get them to close their angry eyes!

However, to their relief, among them, they found many people who were still breathing, but they were so badly injured that they were unconscious.

With them, a team of more than 100 people, the elite of the elite of Longkou Pass, there are only less than twenty left...

Even the three commanders closed their eyes forever, and among them, there was the second commander of the Zuo Daying, Xiao Cheng!

A big pit is the last gift given to them by those who survived.

In order to prevent them from layering on top of each other, Liao Fan and the others dug a long trench, so that they would not be depressed if they lay in it side by side.

Ouyang Ting's injuries were too serious, and he sat under an old tree and watched quietly from beginning to end.

Watch them carry, watch them carefully place one by one, and watch them fill the soil little by little...

Many of them, Ouyang Ting could remember their names, and they hadn't even spoken much. Who knows, I can't say it in the future.

"The soul returns, the clan comes to follow..."

The quiet soul-sending song slowly sounded in the bloody forest, looking at the long mound of earth that was clearly bulging for a hundred meters.

In their grief, they sent their final blessings to this group of eternal robes, and may their heroic spirits return to their clan as they wished.

I don't know how long the soul song has been passed down, and it is said that this song can protect the dead, and in the next life, it can also be named with the surname of the family!

The human race, in the spirit race, the instrument race, and even the barbarian population, has another name, and that is the surname warrior.

The surname is everything to everyone, and it is also the origin of the humiliation of the barbarians!

Therefore, the soul-sending song that can give this layer of ideological sustenance is not a single tune, but the most sincere wishes of the comrades-in-arms...

The days will go on, and the road is still under our feet. Despite turning back three times, they still slowly dragged their heavy steps out of the place.

Without the clan leader, they are not afraid of any barbarians for thousands of miles ahead!

Remember this mountain, remember this forest... In the next few decades, whenever they go this way, they must remember to bring a pot of wine.

The clan wall does not fall, but the clan remains!

The heroic soul walks slowly, in this life, don't live here!