"Huh!" the crowd had already divided into layers in a few breaths. The warriors also ran to their horses, drawing their scimitars and staring at the smoke and dust billowing in front of them.

"As the same son of the grassland, why can't you coexist peacefully, and you have to come every few years to kill and loot, haven't you been affected by the curse?" Zhan Qingyu was not afraid in his heart, and a strong battle intent faintly erupted: "War is war, and dying in front of the battle is better than living in a curse." He clenched his fists and stared fiercely at the large group of wicked people who were slowly coming.

The hunting meeting was forced to stop, and the battle for life and death was imminent.

These wicked people are their nightmare, the scourge of the whole grassland, not only robbing livestock, but also shamelessly abusing women and killing children.

Is it driven by a curse or is it a haunt by heart?

"Rush over?" asked Mo Juya, the leader of the Blue Wolf Clan, as he sat on his horse.

"Nope. Mi Shuangjiao frowned and said, "Negotiate first, not fight again." Take care to protect women and children. ”

"Brother Jiao, don't worry, it's been arranged!" Zhan Tong said, "The hounds have also rushed to the rear. ”

"Prepare for battle!" Mi double-horned raised upwards with one hand.

"Roar, roar!" the warriors slammed their scimitars on their chests and let out an earth-shattering roar.

The large group of men and horses in front of them had slowed down, and they could vaguely see that the people on the horses were all shirtless, with terrifying patterns painted on their faces and bodies, looking hideous and sinful.

The skulls of their horses were not bells hanging around their necks, but white human skulls. The skulls collide while walking, making a creepy "tuk-tuk" sound. The viciousness of this group of people can be seen, and this human skull is their former trophy.

This is not the first war on the steppe, and whether it will be the last? No one knows.

The number of the other party is too large, and they are used to murdering one by one, and the steppe warriors who are quietly waiting for the enemy are worried.

Although worried, he is not afraid, fear, in the life of the steppe warriors, it is a rare word, and few people know it.

When the two sides were twenty battles apart, the leader of the robbers stretched out his hand and the group stopped. The smoke and dust that rose covered most of the people and slowly dissipated in the vicious wind.

"Hey!" the bald robber leader galloped to the middle of the clearing, smiled sinisterly, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and shouted to the crowd: "Brother Two-horned, don't come unharmed!

"Hahaha!" The villains behind laughed loudly.

"I'm going to fight him!" Mo Jufang's mace was about to rush with a wave of his mace, but he was strangled by Mi Shuangjiao: "I'll hold down the formation." ”

"Drive!" Mi Shuangjiao lifted the reins of the horse and ran towards the leader of the robbers, came close to collect the horse, and the horse man stood up and stood in front of the leader of the robbers with a chirp.

"Wild dog, what are you going to do?" Mi Shuangjiao sat on his horse steadily without anger.

"Why?" the leader of the wild dogs laughed twice, glancing back at his men.

"Is this guy stupid?"

"After going all the way over the mountains and mountains, what do you say you can do?"

"Kill people, rob livestock, rob women!"

"Wow Ka Ka Ka! Lao Tzu hasn't opened meat for a year, and it's suffocated my little wine jug!"

"Smack!" someone next to him slapped him on the head: "Your hands are not idle." ”

"How is it?" The wild dog was very satisfied with the performance of his subordinates, turned his head and looked at Mi Shuangjiao playfully and said, "Do you know what I'm here for?"

"The people of the grassland are all blessed by the Immortal Heaven, why can't they put down the butcher's knife and live in peace?" Mi Shuangjiao said as he grabbed the long stick in his hand.

"Peace?" The wild dog suddenly looked angry: "You say peace is peace? This shameless curse has existed for countless years, how do you let us get along?"

"We can fight the curse together, and one day the curse will be broken. Put down the knife and go to the arms of the god of the steppe, atone for your sins to the totem, and people will forgive your sins. "Mi Shuangjiao has a righteous face.

"Huh?" the wild dog showed an incomprehensible expression, and the black war horse tied to the human skull snorted and turned around the horns: "Put down the knife? If I put down the knife, will the evil wolf disappear? Will the livestock devoured by the evil wolf come back? Will each of us live with peace of mind? Will we all live a long life, and the children can grow up healthily?"

A series of questions left Mi Shuangjiao and all the warriors on both sides in doubt.

The evil wind sent the voice of wild dogs, and Zhan Qingyu also vaguely thought in his heart: "How powerful is the curse?

"There will always be a peaceful day, believe me!" Mi Shuangjiao still insisted.

He wanted to use words and the love of the god of the steppe to influence this demon. The demon repeatedly infested the tribes, taking their cattle, sheep and women from them.

The people here hated these wicked people, but Mi Shuangjiao still had no intention of using force. He suppressed the anger in his heart, because a single charge from the other side could kill many of his warriors, even the women and children behind them.

Mi Shuangjiao doesn't want to go to war, the number of grasslands under the curse is not many, and starting a war is death, and it is a break comparable to a curse.

"I believe that the curse will not believe you!" "The wild dog shook his head, suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly, "Fight or surrender?"

"Is there a third way?" Mi Shuangjiao took a deep breath, his anger attacking his heart, and his eyebrows furious.

"Yo?" The wild dog seemed to be interested, and circled around Mi Shuangjiao: "Yes, but I feel that the first two roads are easy to walk, and the third road is a dead end." ”

"Let's hear it! Maybe we all have a chance. "Mi Shuangjiao sat on a horse like a statue.

"In that case, let's get out of the way as adults, and let our next generation have a duel?" the wild dog glanced at the people on both sides and said loudly, "The children come out to fight on behalf of you and me, baby!"

"Come on!" a stout bald boy jumped off his horse and strode in.

"Fight whom, Abba?" the bald boy was a little shorter than the wild dog, but at first glance he looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, mature and sophisticated.

A scimitar hung brightly on his waist, and his horns could feel the anger of the child.

"It's all a curse, when will it end?" Mi Shuangjiao sighed, turned his head to his side and shouted: "Whoever comes to fight, if they win this baby, they will withdraw their troops, we can't afford to fight." ”

"What, fight him?" the children exploded.

"He's an adult, huh?"

No one dared to go, because no one wanted to die.

"Let Hua Jun go, he killed the wolf!" suddenly someone said.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"If Hwa-jun can't do it, we can't do it. ”

"Me?" Hua Jun was suddenly called out and a little at a loss: "Fight with this adult, let me go?" Although he was proud of being the first in martial arts, Zhan Qingyu had already completely defeated him, and he also found that Zhan Qingyu did not do his best during the duel.

The self-confidence that has been cultivated over the years is not much left in the face of the wicked.

"Go, kid!" Hua Mang glanced back at his son, full of pride.

In this group of juniors, only his son can handle it, and his son is flexible and thoughtful, so he can't win a big deal and start a war, and his life can be worry-free. If the other children go, they will definitely go and not return.

Hua Jun lowered his head and walked out slowly amid a cheer, and quietly looked up at Zhan Qingyu who was standing in front of Ao Bao in the distance.

"It's my turn. Zhan Qingyu looked at the son of the wild dog, looked at Hua Jun, stepped out of the range of the Ao Bao soil circle, and ran over quickly.

"Count me in, count me in!" shouted as he ran.

People saw Zhan Qingyu running and shouting like a tiger, but the tiger was a little thinner.

No one let him continue to be exiled, the cruelty of the war made people fear and forget the punishment, and Zhan Qingyu's martial arts seemed to give people a glimmer of hope.

"You are the hero who killed the wolf, we are all proud of you!" Zhan Qingyu quickly crossed the crowd and said to Hua Jun: "If we win him, we will be spared the flames of war." ”

"I" Hanajun didn't know what to say.

Zhan Qingyu took a step forward and looked at Hua Jun: "I believe in myself." ”

"Okay!" Hua Jun looked at Zhan Qingyu's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and his eyes began to sharpen.

In the face of a strong enemy at the moment of life and death, everything is not important, and today they are fighting side by side.

"Yu'er" grandma felt a pain in her heart.

Zhan Qingyu grabbed Hua Jun's hand and gave her mother a confident smile, and the two teenagers walked hand in hand to the center of the battlefield.

"It's worthy of being my Zhan Lie's child!" Zhan Lie's heart was relieved: "Pray that the god of the grassland will bless the two children to win this battle, and the immortal heaven will protect them."

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