Between Little Zhu Ji and the native race, the mercenaries quickly made a judgment and pounced like wolves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The black-armored warrior in charge of the command of the fury of the storm was so angry that his eyes were green, and he shouted loudly, like thunder. However, the mercenaries directly under the wrath of the wind will still listen to his orders, and those mercenary hunters who belong to other mercenary groups, and even temporarily form a team, will not listen to his command at this time, and they are all moving forward bravely, wanting to snatch Zhu Ji from Qianye's hands. In their eyes, Qianye was just a lucky kid who happened to catch little Zhu Ji.

Looking at the wolf-like mercenaries, Qianye just sneered and quietly watched them rush in front of him. The few Force bombs that occasionally flew in were all slapped away by Qianye, like inadvertently swatting away annoying flies.

Most of the mercenaries only had Zhu Ji in their eyes, and they didn't notice the astonishing act of Senya's sharp hand to dispel the Force Bullet. A few old and spicy mercenaries were sharp-eyed, and when they saw this scene, they suddenly saw sweat on their foreheads and quietly slowed down.

The mercenaries were sprinting at full speed when the sound of the waves of the sea suddenly sounded in their ears, and then the irresistible pressure fell.

Most of the mercenaries fell to the ground suddenly, and a dense bone cracking sound sounded on the weak ones. Even if it is the strongest mercenary, it is only barely supported, and it can't run.

But they didn't have to run, a thousand nights were like a leisurely stroll, leisurely passing between them, blood splashing between the flashes of sword light, and several of the strongest mercenaries turned into corpses first.

But in the blink of an eye, hundreds of mercenaries fell to the ground, which made the group of mercenaries behind them stunned. But they stopped, but Qianye did not stop, and passed through the crowd in a few steps, and as soon as the power of the sea was released, another group of mercenaries was immediately put down.

Although there are a large number of these miscellaneous mercenaries, their strength is really ordinary. Most people can't even hold up a breath in the Thousand Nights Realm. When they fell, they had to break a few bones and were seriously injured, so Qianye didn't even bother to mend the knife.

At this time, Qianye's eyes had long been staring at the black-armored commander of the Wind's Fury.

The black-armored warrior's eyelids kept beating at this moment, staring at Qianye, and one right hand was raised, but it couldn't fall. He couldn't see Qianye's strength at all, but he could level a hundred people in an instant, even if it was just some miscellaneous soldiers, this combat power was not something he could do.

Little Zhu Ji was obviously sitting on the shoulders of Qianye, like a treasure trove that could move. Such a temptation was difficult for him to resist in the past, but now, he only has a thousand nights in his vision.

"Are you going to be our enemy of the Wrath of the Wind?" he roared, and he realized that his voice was dry and dry. And the threat has never been the style of the fury of the wind, and it will be destroyed directly when it encounters a guy who can't open his eyes, which is the tradition of the mercenary group.

The black-armored warrior was in a dilemma at the moment, struggling repeatedly between fighting or fleeing. Although there were still thousands of mercenaries present, and there were hundreds of mercenaries directly under the Fury of the Wind, the dead and wounded all over the ground had already told everyone that in the face of the terrifying domain power of the Thousand Nights, the number was useless at all.

When Qianye's ice-like gaze fell on him, the black-armored warrior couldn't help but shudder! His intuition of danger had clearly signaled it, and he didn't hesitate anymore and made up his mind to flee!

But before he could really escape, he saw Qianye wave his hand and actually threw Xiao Zhu Ji over!

The black-armored warrior was stunned and surprised, what is the situation? Could it be that Qianye wants to join the Fury of the Wind, so he uses the little guy as a stepping stone?

This ridiculous idea was thrown out of the clouds in a blink of an eye, and he suddenly found that little Zhu Ji was coming unusually fast, and she was still speeding up in the air. When little Zhu Ji raised her small fist and smashed it down on his head, the black armor warrior still had a feeling of unreality. Can such a little guy hit people? If she rushes so fast, if she hits herself, will she be killed directly?

However, when Xiao Zhu Ji's fist fell, there was a sharp roar in the air! The black-armored warrior was startled, it was too late to dodge at this moment, and he could only stretch out his arms to block. When his arm, which was thicker than little Zhu Ji's waist, met her small fist, he heard a bang, and his arm suddenly bent.

Little Zhu Ji sighed lightly, very surprised that the punch failed to kill the guy in front of her. But she still has a lot of means, and she has weapons all over her body, and she hits her head at the moment.

Although the head is the weakness of most lives, the black-armored warrior who has just broken one of his arms can't trust his judgment at this moment. He didn't dare to rush forward, but accelerated backwards, and at the same time pressed Zhu Ji's head with his intact left hand, trying to bring the small humanoid cannonball aside with his exquisite combat skills.

However, once again he felt that he had been kicked by the giant beast, and the whole person flew upside down, and a mouthful of blood had reached his throat, almost spurting out.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhu Ji finally lost her momentum, and the distance between the two sides quickly widened.

The black-armored warrior turned around and ran, never daring to stay any longer. As for the thousands of mercenaries who are still fighting, they can only ask for more blessings. The Blackarmor Warlord was counting on them to delay a little bit so that they had enough time to escape.

Seeing that the black-armored warrior quickly fled away and wanted to get out of the battlefield, Qianye just looked at him, his running figure was reflected in his pupils, and then he raised his hand to shoot.

The black-armored warrior suddenly shivered like ice water. He subconsciously looked back and saw that Qianye was also looking at him.

As soon as the black-armored warrior and Qianye's eyes touched, as if they had been burned by fire, they jumped to the ground, trying to speed up and escape. His reaction was not unpleasant, but unfortunately the moment he jumped up, he was like being caught by an invisible rope, and his body sank suddenly.

It was this moment of stagnation that made him no longer able to avoid the shot that came after him. He struggled to see the trajectory of the Force catapult. It was a thrillingly fast shot, but it made him feel a little relieved.

Qianye's Force level doesn't seem to be high, and the Force bomb that is too fast should have limited power according to common sense, which gives him a glimmer of hope for saving his life.

However, the Force bullet passed through his body almost without stopping, and his face instantly changed from hope to horror, and he could only watch as his shoulders and half of his chest completely disintegrated, and his body was almost broken in two.

With the cooperation of the Pupil of Thousand Nights and the Handmade Spear of the Finger King, this sixteenth-level Force cultivator, a seventh-level defensive armor, and the backbone of the Wrath of the Wind, finally failed to escape the catastrophe and fell on the battlefield.

As soon as the black-armored warrior died, the morale of the Wind Fury instantly dropped to the freezing point, and even the most determined team turned around and broke through, not daring to fight again.

Qianye killed the main general with one shot, showing unparalleled combat power, and no one could resist. The mercenaries only look at the results, regardless of the process, who cares that Qianye only has a twelve-level Force? The small life is their own, and the dead will not argue about the relationship between the Force level and the real combat power.

The mercenaries in the neutral land are even more wolf-like, fighting with great ferocity, and as soon as the general situation is gone, they immediately scatter and flee, running without hesitation.

Qianye took out the twin flowers, and even shot them again and again, but only shot more than ten mercenaries, and there was no longer a single mercenary in sight. The backbone of the Wind Fury still escaped halfway. However, Qianye is too lazy to chase these little minions, and the Fury of the Wind will definitely not tolerate this defeat, and will assemble and make a comeback.

It was that time that Chiya was waiting for.

While the mercenaries fled, many of them were still fighting the original warriors, so they suffered heavy losses far more than they died at the hands of Thousand Nights. When the mercenaries had completely fled, the Primal Warriors rushed to the ground and were not dead. There are still hundreds of mercenaries who can't be hit hard by the power of the Thousand Nights Realm. These days, mercenaries and native warriors have long formed a blood feud of life and death, and the two sides have long reached the point where they will never die when they meet.

With a powerful shout from Godot, the native warriors were stopped. He came to Qianye's side, saluted Qianye, and said, "Great brave man, these people are your battle results, can they be transferred to our clan? ”

Qianye glanced at him and said, "In my opinion, they don't seem to be worth a fruit. ”

Godot's expression was determined, and he gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Too many of my people have died at the hands of these guys. If they are not sacrificed for revenge, the souls of the people will not rest in peace. So no matter how much it costs, it's worth it. ”

Qianye nodded and said, "Okay, they can hand it over to you, but it will take a while, not now." ”

Godot was stunned and asked, "How long will you wait?"

"It won't be long, it should be fine before dark. ”

Godot looked at the sky, it was not far from dusk, and the Black Forest had always been dark, and it would not be long before it became dark.

Qianye also looked up at the sky and ordered, "You'd better cut some branches and light more torches, so you don't have to wait so long." ”

Godot was confused, but did as he was told. The native race and the Black Forest are symbiotic, but the Wrath of the Wind has cut down a large number of ancient trees in order to build a barrier, and now the wood is processed a little, which is countless good torches.

In a few moments, thousands of torches were lit one by one, and the blazing fire illuminated the vast battlefield as if it were day, and in an instant, the place of daytime fighting looked incomparably desolate and tragic under the light of the fire.

Qianye casually cut a piece of stake, threw it on the ground, and sat in the center of the battlefield, where the light was brightest, his eyes slightly closed, and waited quietly. Little Zhu Ji climbed on Qianye's shoulders, holding her chin with her little hands, and was waiting for something.

Both Godot and the original warriors were confused and confused. Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long, and as soon as it was dark, there was a lot of noise in the distance, and a large group of mercenaries with the fury of the wind surged out like a tide. When the mercenaries saw the light of fire from afar, they immediately adjusted their direction and rushed to the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Only then did Godot suddenly realize why Qianye lit so many torches, it turned out that it was to illuminate himself, and he was afraid that the mercenaries of the wrath of the wind would not find it!

The mercenaries were stunned when they saw Qianye sitting alone in the middle of the battlefield, closing their eyes and recuperating. This scene is really unreasonable. The one in front stopped, and the mercenaries behind were still rushing forward, and the formation was suddenly a little chaotic. A few captains just scolded a few words and squeezed to the front of the formation, and they were also stunned for a while.

Qianye sat there, alone against thousands of troops and horses, and the momentum was like a mountain and an abyss. Little Zhu Ji, who is worth 10,000 gold, is on his shoulder, but no one dares to take it.