Huapo Tribe, the most powerful tribe in the central mountainous region, can multiply here for a long time, is undoubtedly synonymous with power, with 5,000 warriors, as many as 10,000 tribes, occupying the fattest pastures, occupying the revered sacred lake (Sun Moon Lake) in the mountains, they, in the eyes of everyone, are the tribes blessed by the gods, powerful, undoubtedly.

Hua Qian's majesty and bravery made all the tribal leaders fearful, even the largest and strongest territory leaders in the north and south did not dare to touch the tiger's whiskers easily.

Guda elaborated on this point to Xie Yu in the most detail.

Xie Yu just smiled.

But when he really faced this Hua Qian, who was a head taller than himself and had a strong body enough to eat a cow in one meal, he knew that Guda's fear and admonition were not groundless.

A hardwood weapon with a foot in length has long been dyed blood-red by the fruitful results, and it is full of hard lumps after the blood plasma has solidified, purple and purple, like grapes, like a grain of medals.

The wide waist is wrapped around the child's skull a full two circles, and anyone shuddeers when they see it, and it can be imagined how Hua Qian made his opponent tremble and how he made the tribes in the mountains tremble in the years of battle.

Xie Yu clenched the fire dragon spear, his eyes were slight, and Hua Qian also looked at the leader of the Han people, although his limbs were developed, his mind was indeed not uncivilized, and he could sit on the position of the leader of the tribe, and the battle between the tribes had already honed his sharp eyes.

The Han people were hateful and took a fancy to his pastures.

The Han people were hateful and took a fancy to his women.

All this was brought by the evil Guda, from the very beginning, he knew that all the tribes in the northern mountains were destroyed, and the central part would let these people come sooner or later, he didn't understand that the days of Ru Mao drinking blood had never been a hobby of the Han people, so why should they rob the pasture?

Did Guda lead them?

Hmph~ This cowardly mongrel, against the will of the god Ali, colluded with the Han people, robbed the fat forest farm, and robbed the clear divine lake.

The earth-shattering sound of killing around him made him a little anxious, those who followed him were being killed, Huapo was the king of the mountains, the people favored by the god Ali, and the spirit of destroying other tribes was now long gone, and he, the king of the mountains, wanted to bury this glory.

Hua Qian has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he can feel the aura emanating from the young man opposite, which is full of evil and killing, especially those eyes, which reveal a sense of wanting to chew him, and this kind of meaning has never been experienced by himself.

The long stick was facing the sky, trembling slightly, although this young man could not be underestimated, but with his years of fighting, he hoped to put the head of this Han leader in the merit hall of the clan as quickly as possible, only in this way could more clansmen be saved.

Moved, moved.

The long stick was as dazzling as the fire dragon spear in Xie Yu's hand in the sun.

The sound of the wind that swept was like the roar of a beast, making Xie Yu only feel cold all over his body.

The dragon spear strikes.

Precise and fast.

The tentative collision made both men aware of the strength of their opponents.

For a long time.

Hua Qian's eyes flashed with fanaticism, flashing with restlessness, this is a powerful opponent he has met over the years, judging from the heavy strength alone, this young man is not simple.

Xie Yu's palm was slightly numb, and the collision between the dragon spear and the blood stick was still happily ringing at the moment, so loud, so crisp, and the blood-red tassels swayed violently, full of joy.

Moved, moved.

Hua Qian opened his mouth wide and roared angrily, not a threat, not a threat, it was clearly a strong and powerful attack, rough and simple.

The leaves, sand and gravel on the ground, and even the insects that have just found food, are all carried up by this strong stick wind, and there is no direction of their own, so they can only move along the air swirls stirred by the stick, flying sand and stones, covering the sky and the sun, and under the stick of Hua Qian, the performance is incisive and vivid.

Xie Yu retreated sharply, not that he couldn't take this trick, but that he was injured here, and it was really worth the loss, at the moment when Hua Qian started, this black-faced man seemed to have incarnated into Sima Yuanxian, with royal pride on his face and disdain on his face.

The spoils wrapped around his waist were like the glory of the royal family, and the silver skull, the hollow eye sockets, were full of shame and cruelty to his mother.

Angry, angry.

He is Sima Yuanxian.

He was the one who killed his mother.

He is the Sima clan who scattered all the people miserably.

Angry, angry.

Anger burns the plains.

The dragon spear flashed with explosive sparks, thousands of points, ten thousand points, all so dazzling under the scorching sun.

Hua Qian felt suddenly out of breath, and the long stick danced rapidly, blood red to blood red, blood and glory.

The dull sound of the screeching metal striking the wood was huge and powerful, shaking all the southern troops fighting around it, and shaking the screaming tribal warriors.

Guda slashed the attacking Hua Po warrior, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the fierce fight between the two made him realize the terrifying strength of both sides.

He was full of respect and fear for Xie Yu, and he didn't understand why such a young Han leader would lead so many Han people, even more than the entire tribe of the mountains, this was a great leader that people worshipped.

He is full of resentment and cowardice towards Hua Qian, these years, the entire tribe has died under the killing of Hua Po has long been uncountable, and even has his own children, relatives, he has laughed for countless days and nights to kill this Hua Qian, who is stronger than the moon bear, that will be the greatest glory in his life, the greatest satisfaction.

How many times, embarrassed to lead the tribe to escape, in order to let them live, let themselves live, let the children, women, and the old people all smile, not frightened, but this wish is too far away, I can't remember how many tribal villages have been changed, these are all bloody battles, in exchange for a short period of peace.

Slowly recuperate and slowly let the warriors grow up, and they will be told from an early age that the Huapo tribe is the biggest enemy of the entire tribe, and this enemy is so terrible that even when the children in the clan cry, they will say the name of Hua Qian, and the noisy house will be silent.

All the tribesmen, including all the tribes, were full of fear of this powerful tribe, and there were more and more people, but the forest farms were becoming fewer and fewer, and it was difficult to sustain the life of everyone, and every inch of the land was covered with blood, minced flesh, and severed limbs, and the howling after victory, and the choking after defeat, all of which were buried in the mountains, paying tribute to the majesty of the god Ali.

"Boom" Hua Qian's bloody stick smashed into the ground, dusty, Xie Yu staggered back, blood oozed from his battle armor, and the accumulation of undulating chests made his face pale.

Hua Qian's ears were punctured, the broken flesh hung on his shoulders, and the blood flowed endlessly, but the pain did arouse his ferocity, and the vigorous smashing only injured the other party, which was completely unexpected by him, and under the scream, the blood stick was raised again.

This time, the other party must be killed.

Kill him!