Chapter 745: The Xiong tribe is destroyed

Beside Emperor Xia, a man in black took the order, holding the hilt of the sword, and did not draw it out, but the strong man who shouted had been split into two and exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and his internal organs and intestines flew all over the sky.

"Ahh......h

The little girl hiding in the hidden cliff, watching the strong man die, burst into tears, and wanted to run out, but she tripped over a rattan and hit her head on a stone, unconscious.

"It's so fast, it's the Yuan Shen Martial Saint!"

On a hill along the coast, the tribal patriarch's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly gave the order: "Attack, shoot arrows!"

"Yes!"

Hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors, armed with bows and arrows, launched attacks, war bows made of demon beast tendons and bones, infinitely powerful, and the flying arrows shot out flew out for dozens of miles with a "boom".

The sky is full of dense arrows!

It seems that when the arrow falls, everything will die, and there will be no grass.

"Still using primitive weapons, it's really a backward continent ......"

Emperor Xia looked at the rain of arrows, not panicked, and the general on the side ordered loudly: "Defensive cover, activate!"

A yellowish barrier emerged from the head, enveloping the entire warship and forming a tight defense.

"Bang Bang ......"

The rain of arrows fell, hitting the defensive barrier, making a loud sound, but falling on the ears of Emperor Xia and the others, it was a rain in spring, without the slightest lethality.

"Crystal Cannon, attack!"

Thousands of artillery barrels, adjusted by the soldiers, changed direction, aimed at the coast, and launched an attack.

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, fiery red cannonballs were fired, with destructive energy, falling along the coast, and in an instant, the waves were thousands of waves, more than a dozen hills, were razed to the ground, and many gentle areas were blown out of huge craters.

"Ahh

"The Devil ......"

Under the shroud of artillery fire, as long as the cultivation is lower than that of Wuzun, there will be no survivors, stumps and broken arms, everywhere, flowing blood and water, staining the sea red, red for dozens of miles.

Even many of the martial artists were wounded, their faces were disgraced, and their hair was scorched and curled up.

A faint smell of meat permeates the surroundings!

"Patriarch, it's the Great Xia Empire, the strongest empire in the Middle Continent!"

A tribal elder said in a trembling voice, with no fighting spirit left, only infinite fear.

"The Great Xia Empire is going to invade the Southern Continent. Great Elder, you leave quickly, take the clan fire, go to the Renhuang tribe for refuge, and tell the emperor the news of the invasion of the Great Xia Empire. ”

The tribal patriarch ordered, his fists clenched, he knew that the invasion of the Great Xia Empire, with the strength of the tribe, would definitely not be able to resist. He only hopes now that there is still a heritage of the bloodline of the Hufist Tribe.

"Yes!"

The Great Elder of the Cave Heaven Martial Saint Realm immediately took the order to leave, preparing to leave with the tribal genius.

This is the war of the tribes of the Southern Continent!

Fight and run.

"The rest of the people, hold the weapons in their hands, for the sake of the tribe, for the honor, fight!" the patriarch pulled out his weapon, flew to the sky, and shouted encouragement.

Bang bang bang......

In the tribe, ten thousand drums are beaten, and the huge sound forms a vast war song, which makes people's blood boiling and full of fighting spirit.

"Fight! Fight!"

Hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors, without the slightest fear, shouted loudly, resolute eyes, like wolves protecting cubs, dangerous and timid.

If ordinary people just see this gaze, they will be afraid.

However, they encountered the Great Xia Empire, the number one power in the continent and countless powerhouses.

"Kill!"

Soon, more than a dozen warships docked and flew out of a large number of troops, connecting the sky, a terrifying aura, making the heavens and the earth tremble, one after another battle spirits, earth-shattering, it seems that a chop of feet can make the continent tremble, and the sky will collapse.

"All of them are Wuzun troops, top-level battle spirits!"

The tribal patriarch swallowed his saliva, his throat was dry, but thinking of his Yuan Shen Martial Saint strength, there were dozens of Zhuji Martial Saint clansmen, because he should be able to resist.

"Kill!"

There are more than two hundred figures, breaking through the sky, suspended in the sky, their eyes are stunning, the aura erupts, and hundreds of millions of miles are boiling.

"All...... All of them are Martial Saints!"

The tribal patriarch stumbled, his face looked desperate, how could he resist this?

Heaven destroys the Xiong tribe!

"Patriarch, you have to cheer up, don't forget the Great Elder!"

There was an elder on the side, seeing the patriarch's decadent appearance, and hurriedly reminded, his eyes full of determination to fight to the death.

Fight, for the Horde!

"Yes, for the sake of the Horde, fight!"

The patriarch was full of excitement, came back to his senses, and looked at the army of the Great Xia Empire, no longer afraid, but crazy.

People who have already put their death aside, what else can they have but madness?

Because, anyone who doesn't have to die will not go crazy.

"Attack!"

The generals of the Great Xia Empire took the lead in issuing an order, and the 500,000 troops were suppressed from the sky, and the two hundred martial saints died on the battlefield ghosts, and disappeared in an instant, and when they were revealed, they would take away one life after another.

"Kill!"

The tribal patriarch, who thought about delaying time, saw that the enemy did not hesitate to attack, and he could only be met by the enemy.

The two armies collided violently, the soldiers were pleasant, screaming, and the corpses fell on the beach, sinking to the bottom of the sea, blood flowing, attracting thousands of miles of sea fish to come and eat.

This battle seems to be fierce, but in fact it is one-sided!

Although the strength of the Xiong tribe is not weak, compared with the Great Xia Empire, it is like hitting stones with eggs.

Blood, flowing!

Under the sun, blood stains the sand and the sea, the sky and everything red......

About two hours later, the war ended, and millions of people in the Xiong tribe died, and the corpses piled up everywhere dotted the desolate world, from the elderly to the infants, all of whom could not survive.

"General, seven thousand miles to the east, there is a team of 1,000 people, fleeing. ”

After the battle, the soldier was dressed in blood, and a soldier, with scarlet eyes, knelt on the ground and said.

"Chase, no one left!"

The general didn't ask in detail, he directly gave an order, knelt on the ground and nodded, and led a team of three hundred people to chase and kill.

"Your Majesty, there is not a single living mouth. ”

After the team left, the general went to report that although the escapees had not yet been killed, in his opinion, it was already a sure thing, and there was no need to wait.

This is a symbol of strength, trust in the army!

"Have they all been killed? Not necessarily!"

Emperor Xia stepped off the warship, looked around, waved his hand at a certain cliff, and saw a five or six-year-old girl, suspended in the air, looking at everyone with hatred.

"I don't like this kind of gaze!"

Emperor Xia looked at the girl, said expressionlessly, and shook her hand hard, and the delicate little girl exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Only the blood-stained hair, unharmed, floated down from the sky and fell to the ground, in the midst of countless corpses, indistinguishable from each other, merging into one.

"Let's go, go to the next target!"

After killing the insignificant little people, Emperor Xia led a large army and continued to the next tribe.

Besides, seven thousand miles away, the great elder of the Xiong tribe who had already relaxed, his body stiffened, his pupils dilated, and he had no life.

"Mole ants!"

A black runner said, three hundred blood-stained troops appeared, brandished weapons, and killed the last fire of the Xiong tribe.

(End of chapter)