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He shouted loudly, and the warriors of the Evil Eye tribe around him immediately stopped and looked back at the tribe Zada with a puzzled expression.

"Get out of here and wait for reinforcements from the Giant Bear Clan!" Zada, the one-eyed Evil Eye Clan, seemed to sense danger and looked around vigilantly.

Before he could give his order, a voice rang out in the sky:

"Hahaha...... It's late, Bayar!" With the sound of shaking the ground, a puff of dust rose not far away, and two men emerged from the dust, it was none other than Doron of the Gray Wolf Clan and a warrior of the Tierhan Clan,

"Doron, why are you here, do you want to stop us with two people?" Seeing that only two people appeared, one of whom was still his old acquaintance, the one-eyed barbarian named "Bayar" had a relaxed look on his face.

If there were only these two people, Bayar would naturally not be afraid at all, after all, they had an absolute advantage in numbers, and their strength was above Dolong, so they were naturally not afraid.

"Of course not!" said Doron, who seemed to know Bayar well, with a harmless smile on his face:

"We're here to snipe you!"

As soon as the words fell, more than five hundred Evil Eye Clan warriors laughed strangely, as if they had heard the best joke of the day. They looked at Doron and the Gray Wolf warriors around him with disdain, mockery, and pity, as if they were looking at a few dead people.

"Mordo, you can get on!" Dolong clasped his arms in his hands and instructed the clansmen around him. The barbarian of the gray wolf tribe walked to the front without saying a word, stretched out a thumb, turned it upside down, and let out a wanton laugh:

"The little cubs of the Evil Eye Clan, let's give it to Grandpa together!"

His angry shout suddenly stimulated the warriors of the Evil Eye Clan, and two or three hundred people rushed up together, and the dust raised was enough to obscure everyone's vision.

"Come on, little cubs!" Mordo laughed wildly, took out a pair of iron rods the length of his small arms from behind him, and rushed forward.

"Hehe, stupid big man who doesn't know whether to live or die!" Bayar stood in place, watching the battle like Doron, ready to watch how the gray wolf clan warrior who followed Dolong in front of him died violently!

Two or three hundred people, even if it is him, there is no guarantee that he will retreat, let alone be able to sweep, which is simply a fool's dream for him!

Soon, however, reality gave him a hard slap in the face!

One of the Evil Eye clan warriors who pounced on Mordo smiled and wanted to cut off the opponent's head and win the first battle. only to find a sudden, severe pain coming from his head, and then he fell unconscious.

It turned out that at the first time that this Evil Eye clan warrior made a move, Mordo was already one step ahead, and a dark iron rod exploded the opponent's head.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Bayar's face immediately changed, he didn't expect that this barbarian of the gray wolf clan would be so powerful, and even comparable to himself in terms of strength!

Seeing that he had killed the warriors of the Evil Eye clan led by him, he launched a killing attack without stopping. One person after another, the warriors of the Evil Eye tribe were shot in the head, severed in hand, and broken in legs. Mordo's whole person was like a whirlwind of death, and all he could pass was the screams and wails of the warriors of the Evil Eye Clan. And Mordo seems to never stop, never exhaustion. His attacks were round after round, killing too many of the Evil Eye clansmen in an instant.

One, two...... Thirty, seventy......

With the increase in the efficiency of Mordu's killing, in just half a cup of tea, seventy-seven warriors of the Evil Eye Clan died at his hands.

"Stop, Lao Tzu killed you!" Bayar's eyes were bloodshot at this time, and his eyes were cracked. He didn't expect that the strength of the clan led by Duolong would be so strong, and they would cause a lot of damage to the Evil Eye Clan in such a short period of time, and the scene in front of him was really shocking!

At this time, Bayar finally stopped respecting his identity, and sure enough, he made a move! If he didn't make a move, most of the 500-strong team would be lost!

At this time, Bayar was soaring into the sky, and the whole person was surrounded by a one-eyed black python, exuding a black aura all over his body, like a monster that destroyed the heavens and the earth. Bayer's eyes shone with an evil blue, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air.

"Black python strangulation!" a majestic voice remembered, and Bayar threw a punch at Mordo with both hands, which turned into a huge one-eyed black python and crushed towards Mordo with a soaring force.

At this time, Mordo remained silent, holding two black short sticks in both hands to resist Bayar's attack!

Boom......

The sound of the explosion caused the ground to shake, and a huge wave of air swept it all in, and the dust filled the air, quickly turning everything in front of you into flying sand!

"Hahaha...... Little cub, you thought it was going to be my opponent. Naive, so fucking naïve!" A wild laugh continued to resound through the sky as Bayard stood up from the flying sand. On the other side of him, the wind, sand and dust had all turned into nothingness, and Mo Du had never been seen.

At this time, Bayard obviously thought that he had blasted this opponent to smithereens, turning him into ashes.

However, before Bayar's laughter could continue, a dusty man suddenly appeared on the ground, it was Mordo.

At this time, Mordu's face was as usual, and his expression when he looked at Bayar was no different from those dead warriors of the Evil Eye Clan.

At this time, Bayar was already out of breath, and his body was slightly shaking, while the other party's Mordo was as calm as a boulder, showing no trace of weakness.

"Oh no, this opponent is fucking better than me!" Bayar, who had been through a hundred battles, had already judged that the situation was not good for him, and the opponent in front of him was even stronger than him.

"Gotta figure figure it out. At this time, Bayar's eyes were rolling, and he was rapidly turning his brain to find a solution.

Bayar, as the Zada of the Evil Eye Clan, is not the most powerful under the Great King and the Great Witch in terms of strength, and there are two people in the tribe whose strength is above him. But Arslan chose him as the Zada of the Clan, the general of the Evil Eye Clan, and the warrior of the Clan, because he valued his more brilliant head among the barbarians.

There was a stalemate with Mordo, and there was a small half cup of tea. The warriors of the Evil Eye Clan had already become frightened birds at this time, and they looked at this gray wolf clan man who was comparable to killing a demonic beast with frightened eyes, and many people could see that Bayar was probably not the enemy's opponent!

Feeling this, the warriors of the Evil Eye Clan panicked a lot.

"Doron, are you a bastard who stands behind others and needs protection? If you have the ability, you can fight with me in an upright manner!"

He thought of dragging the other party into a one-on-one battle with him by inviting him to fight. When the time comes, kill Doron himself, attract the hatred of the powerful gray wolf clan warrior in front of him, and pull the other party away from here. At that time, the other Evil Eye warriors will be able to take the opportunity to retreat.

If the plan is good, Bayar has more than sixty percent confidence that he can get rid of the barbarian in front of him and successfully return to the tribe.

"Bayar, I, Zadadoron of the Gray Wolf Clan, accept your challenge!" As expected, Doron accepted the challenge and decided to fight Bayar.

In the barbarian tribe, if you run away from a duel, it is a sign of cowardice, and you will always be ridiculed and unable to hold your head up. Apparently Doron is not a coward!

"Hahahaha......" At this time, Mo Du, who was directly opposite Bayar, laughed wildly a few times, causing Bayar's vigilance.

"Cub of the gray wolf clan, what are you laughing at?" Bayar's face was not angry, he couldn't beat the stupid big man in front of him, and he was taunted by him, which was simply an unprecedented humiliation for him.

"I'm laughing that you didn't even ask me to fight, but chose Doron. Haha, then you can die!" As if he had great confidence in Doron, Mordo turned around and withdrew from the center of the battle, instead looking at the remaining four hundred or so warriors of the Evil Eye Clan.

"You ......" Hearing Mordo say this, Bayard seemed to anticipate something, and he suddenly understood what danger he had stepped into.

"I'm ......," Bayard was about to say something, but was interrupted by Doron's indifference. He slowly levitated in midair, and a giant wolf with gray cats and fangs sprouted from behind him. The wolf roared wildly, stuning almost all of the Evil Eye warriors, leaving only the dazed Bayar.

"Dao Artistic Conception Quadruple, Dao Artistic Conception Quadruple!" wait...... Finally Bayar understood why the gray wolf clan man just now laughed at him.

He was so stupid, it turned out that Duolong was not the man standing behind Mordo, but a master with more strength than him!

If Mo Du's strength has reached the level of the first level of the Dao Artistic Conception, Duolong's strength is at least the fourth level of the Dao Artistic Conception, which is only one weight short of the realm of the Evil Eye Clan's Great Monarch!

How terrifying this is, just one tribe Zada, his strength is close to the lord of the evil eye tribe, this is simply incredible!

And when it comes to the Dao Artistic Conception, the gap between each small realm level is very large, and it can be said that a monk with a double artistic conception can almost defeat a master of the Dao Artistic Conception with a double level of ninety out of nine.

At the level of Dao Artistic Conception, it is too difficult to defeat the opponent by leaping over the level!

"Doron, everything is still negotiable......" Before Bayard could say the word "quantity" that was discussed, Doron had already launched the final blow!

"Fallen Demon Wolf!" a muffled voice came from the void. Then countless black, one-man-tall giant wolves poured out of Doron's body suspended in the air. A demon wolf with sharp claws and fangs, and a bloodthirsty cold light in his eyes, quickly sprinted towards Bayar's side.

"Give me death!" Bayar blasted a demon wolf with a punch, followed by a second, a third...... Knowing that when he killed the fifty-sixth demon wolf, he was finally succeeded in a sneak attack by the demon wolf that suddenly appeared behind him.

The huge beast's mouth tore a fist-sized hole in his waist with just one bite, and blood was pouring like a scoop. Although he killed the demon wolf with one punch, he was bitten on the shoulder by a demon wolf behind him, and blood sprayed all over the ground!