A team of more than a hundred people walked through the jungle at an unhurried pace, and the black-faced and long-armed barbarians looked behind them from time to time, observing who was doing something. I don't know how many times he looked back, but when he looked back again, he almost jumped up in shock.

Because at this time there is one less person in the team!

"Everyone, stop, give me a stop!" said the black-faced long-armed brute loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

"Did anyone see Mo Gan?" he asked, looking at the crowd. Everyone looked back, and sure enough, the name was "Mo Gan", and the barbarian who was originally standing in the front row of Un and who had spoken before had also disappeared!

The crowd was terrified, and many even gasped. Everyone wants to know why Wun and Mogan disappeared, and what is the reason for these two to disappear for no reason, and whether Wun and Mogan are dead?

Everyone's hearts, including the black-faced long-armed leader, were filled with unease and fear.

"Don't panic, everyone, there are a lot of us, no matter what it is that arrests Wu En and Mo Gan, he doesn't dare to show up head-on, he must be afraid that we are outnumbered. Everyone carefully examines their surroundings to see if they have found anything. The black-faced long-armed leader managed to compose himself, knowing that if he showed fear, it would make the rest of the clan warriors panic even more.

Many people nodded after hearing the words of the new leader, after all, the enemy who did not dare to show up was of course not too strong, and everyone calmed down a little, waiting for the arrangement of the black-faced long-armed barbarian.

"Everyone be careful, take turns to assign people to the back of the line, and if there is anything unusual, everyone will immediately warn them. Now that the large army of the clan is not far away, the brothers hastened and set off. Walking out of this jungle is a flat river, and no one has time to do anything!"

The black-faced, long-armed, long-armed barbarian patiently commanded, knowing that it had reached a critical moment now, and there was no room for anything to go wrong. The crowd also continued to move forward under his arrangement. With a minimum of three, rotate three people to the rear of the team at regular intervals.

After a short while, everyone was relieved to see that they were safe.

"It's still the leader who has a brain, and sure enough, that ghost thing doesn't dare to come out. ”

"Haha, who said no, I dare to sneak attack one or two of us secretly when I look at the ghost, let's be careful and it's not a big problem. ”

"I looked at it, and it was about three miles before I left the jungle. ”

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Seeing that the plan worked, everyone immediately became emotional. Despite the loss of warriors from two clans on the way, the large force of more than 100 people was not damaged, and everyone was relieved. After all, the tribal gathering place was getting closer and closer to them.

Just when everyone was happy, suddenly a figure jumped from the sky, his body didn't look burly, but at this moment he appeared like a ghost, and he punched down in the air.

The terrifying fist light was like a pouring rainstorm, instantly enveloping the back of the hundred-person team. Under one punch, countless fist lights raged, and before the three of them could react, they were bombarded into a ball of blood!

The man had a confident smile on his face, his feet alternating on the tall bushes, and then his fists continued to swing, and more fists turned into a torrent that swept through the second half of the hundred-man group.

"Enemy attack!" a warrior from the Evil Eye clan finally reacted, letting out a mournful howl, and then his body was torn apart by the light of his fist, and his voice was swallowed up by a loud bang.

After blasting out more than 100 punches in a row and killing more than a dozen barbarians, Zhen Yinjian's feet quickly hit the trunk of the tree and quickly disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

From taking the initiative to completing the killing and leaving, Zhen Yinjian only had three breaths. And these three breaths were not enough time for the warriors of the Evil Eye tribe to fight back. The black-faced long-armed barbarians and a few warriors with advanced cultivation tried to catch up, but soon they found themselves lost in the jungle and could not find any trace of each other!

"Bastard!" the black-faced, long-armed brute was furious, and he slammed his fist into the giant tree that was hugged by ten people, breaking the thousand-year-old tree, and his teeth itched with hatred.

He never imagined that this attacker's strength would be so high, killing twelve tribal warriors in a short period of time, and his identity was simply strange, completely as elusive as a loach.

Having lost so many tribal warriors and not even the slightest damage to the enemy, it made him almost angry!

However, he knew that he had to get back to the team and get in order. Otherwise, if that attacker attacked again, they would kill again while their strongest Evil Eye clan barbarians were being diverted from the mountain, and the tribal warriors would lose even more!

Thinking of this, these people had to endure their anger and rush to the tribal ranks.

Returning to the clansmen, seeing that Zhen Yinjian did not attack again, the black-faced long-armed barbarian breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing the remains of the dead clansmen, he felt angry in his heart.

"Boss, what are we going to do?"

"That man is simply the devil, too strong!"

"I'm afraid his strength is even stronger than the person who killed Bayelzada before!"

"I don't think that person's face is like a barbarian, it seems to be a Zhongzhou person, why do Zhongzhou people not have a relationship with our tribe!"

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Too many clansmen were occupied by horror in their hearts, and they knew at this time that the one who made Wun and Mo Gan disappear must be this devil-like Zhongzhou person!