Long Jingtian was a little chilled, Bingfeng's combat power was not below him when he didn't pierce the armor, and after the armor piercing, the two were not opponents on a plane at all.

Death began to approach.

Long Jingtian knew that he would not be able to go back alive today, and he was ready to die.

At the same time, he planned to make a last fight, and before Bingfeng could get the battle axe, he swung the war knife in his hand and killed him.

On the other side, the battle between the Natsuno clan and the Yashan clan is in full swing, and the most conspicuous of them is a trio.

Li Xiaojie, Wang Xuemei, Danyang.

Danyang brandished his battle axe to open the way in front, he was like an invincible meat tank, and everywhere he went, there was no grass growing at all, and no one of the Yashan tribe could resist his attack.

Li Xiaojie and Wang Xuemei are in charge of the two wings to protect the safety of Danyang.

"Be careful!"

Li Xiaojie saw that there were three people from the Wushan clan riding flying dragons and wanted to sneak attack Wang Xuemei from the air, so he hurriedly played the eighteen palms of the dragon descending.

With the increase of proficiency and internal force value, at this time, Li Xiaojie was already able to hit three small golden dragons at the same time, attacking the enemy in three different directions.

"Bang, bang."

These three palms did not cause substantial damage to the three Yashan people, but the three-headed wyvern they hit lost their balance and dangled in the air.

Wang Xuemei freed her hand and threw out the two full moon scimitars in her hand as hidden weapons.

"Poof, poof" twice, and the people of the Wushan tribe on the left and right sides of the air were cut off by the full moon scimitar.

Seeing this, the third Wushan clan member jumped down directly from the flying dragon and slashed at Wang Xuemei with a war knife.

Limbo microstep.

Like a ghost, Li Xiaojie suddenly appeared on the right side of the Wushan clan, made a grimace and shouted, "I'm here." ”

The person who was standing in front of you suddenly appeared next to you and screamed, and anyone would be distraught.

The knife that the Wushan clan originally slashed at Wang Xuemei instinctively changed its trajectory and slashed towards Li Xiaojie, but it was slashed into the air.

What about people?

What the hell?

The people of the Wushan clan muttered in their hearts, and when he turned back to look at Wang Xuemei, he found that there was no one left, and at this moment he felt that someone had kicked him in the back, and his body fell forward uncontrollably, and when his body hit the ground, two full moon scimitars slashed at his neck one after another.

"Be careful!" Li Xiaojie screamed again and instinctively squatted down.

Wang Xuemei felt a vicious wind behind her, and instinctively squatted down like Li Xiaojie, and saw a huge battle axe flying over the heads of the two of them with a strong wind.

"Are you alright? Rest assured, Danyang will protect you. Danyang shouted in a rough voice, he found that Li Xiaojie and Wang Xuemei didn't follow and took the initiative to stop, and the axe just now was also for the two of them to drive away the other people of the Wushan clan.

Li Xiaojie: "......"

Wang Xuemei: "......"

If it weren't for the fact that he knew enough about Danyang, the axe just now really made people think that Danyang wanted to murder the two of them.

"The patriarch is dead!"

I don't know who was frightened, but people found that Long Jingtian was lying in a pool of blood, with a battle axe stuck in his head, and Bing Feng's foot stepped on Long Jingtian's chest and pulled the battle axe off, and then glanced at the remaining Yashan people.

At this time, there were less than half of the people of the Yashan clan who could still stand, and Long Jingtian's death completely crushed their morale.

"Smack."

A man of the Yashan tribe, who had lost his arm, threw his sword on the ground, raised his left arm, knelt on the ground and shouted, "Don't kill me, I surrender." ”

In normal times, such a move would definitely be despised by the same clan, and surrender is a sign of cowardice.

Just now......

"Bang, Bang, Bang......"

The sound of weapons falling to the ground was heard incessantly, and one after another Yashan people threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground to sign surrender.

Naturally, those mercenaries were also very honest, following in the footsteps of the Yashan people and kneeling on the ground and surrendering.

"Lock them all up!" Bing Feng commanded, turned around and rushed to Bingyuan and asked, "Ah Yuan, how are you?" ”

Blood continued to pour out of the ice field's chest, and the old doctor of the tribe examined the wound and shook his head with a look of pity.

The sword pierced directly through the chest of the ice field, if it was in a modern metropolis, then this kind of injury can only be called a minor injury, as long as you still have a breath to live.

But in this kind of dangerous area that is not suitable for human habitation at all, even if the Xia Yeren has extremely strong vitality after genetic mutation, there is no choice in the face of this injury.

In the face of death, Bingyuan was quite calm, squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother, am I still the number one warrior in the clan?" ”

"Yes, you will always be the number one warrior of the Xia Ye clan!" Bingfeng's voice had begun to choke.

The Natsuno clan was victorious, but the atmosphere was dull because the ice field was about to die, and everyone stood there in silence, like a sense of ritual, waiting for the ice field to leave.

"That...... Can I take a look? Li Xiaojie suddenly stepped forward and preached.

"You ......"

The old doctor knew Li Xiaojie and knew that Bingfeng regarded Li Xiaojie as a guest of honor in the clan, but when Li Xiaojie challenged his authority, he still said disdainfully,

"Even I can't do anything, what can you do, let's go back and rest quickly."

"That's not necessarily, one of my medicines is very effective against knife wounds."

Li Xiaojie stretched out his hand and scratched his head as he spoke, and then said,

"Actually, this medicine was given to me by someone else, and I haven't used it before, so I don't know if it's effective or not.

You've already sentenced him to death, and it's nothing for me to try, he's dead anyway, right? ”

"You ......," the old doctor's mouth crooked.

Bingyuan, who was already about to breathe, glared at Li Xiaojie even more angrily, thinking that what you said can be tactful?

What do you mean I'm a dead end anyway?

This is said that even if you die, you will be angry and come back to life.

Bingfeng's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly, "Brother Li, do you really have a way to save Ah Yuan?" ”

"I can't guarantee this, I can only say try my best."

Li Xiaojie said a little unconfidently, after all, he had never used the Jinchuang medicine he bought back from the system store, and he didn't know if it really had a miraculous effect.

However, it took so many value points to exchange for such a small bottle of golden medicine, which should be somewhat useful.

"Great, then you hurry up and find a way to save Ah Yuan." Bing Feng hurriedly got up and stepped out of the way and said.

The ordinary old doctor shouted angrily: "Patriarch, how can you ......"

Bingfeng interrupted the old doctor and said, "Uncle, Ah Yuan is a dead end anyway, and there is nothing to lose by letting him try." ”

"Poof."

Hearing this, Bingyuan spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and complained in his heart, "How did you say this? That kid said so, and so did you, as a patriarch! ”

"Since the patriarch said so, then my old thing has nothing to say, so let that stinky boy try it."

The old doctor stepped aside a little breathlessly, waiting to see the show.