The next day, Qingyang tribal camp.

After a night's rest, the spirit of the tribesmen rose a lot.

The attacks of the two tribes, the Nightmare and the Devil's Stigma, coupled with the encroachment of the Lost Valley of the Hunting Ground, made everyone's momentum very weak for a while.

In the morning, make a fire to cook, and after breakfast, Lin Qianshi gathered everyone together.

The hunting team plus the students of the academy are more than two hundred. Everyone whispered to each other, not knowing what the chief had to say.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Lin Qianshi stood in the middle of the camp, glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice.

His prestige has always been very high among the Qingyang tribe, so when he looked at everyone, everyone immediately quieted down, waiting to listen.

"Just yesterday, the two tribes of Nightmare and Demon Streak attacked us and occupied the Lost Valley. Lin Qianshi looked at everyone with an angry look, nodded and continued, "These two tribes have always been the mortal enemies of our Qingyang tribe, I won't say much about revenge or something, now I have received news that these two tribes are gathered in the center of the Lost Valley, what do you say we should do?"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Lin Ling looked at the clansmen who were shouting frantically next to him, he was stunned, and also raised his hand: "Kill! kill!"

Feng Qingwan next to him looked at him strangely, as if he only knew him now.

"Yes, tooth for tooth, blood for blood! Now we are going to attack them to avenge the murder of our people. Lin Qianshi looked at everyone and nodded in satisfaction, and shouted loudly.

............

In the evening, the border of the Lost Valley is lost.

The tall trees were lush and leafy, and a brown unicorn insect flew up from the rotting ground and landed on the trunk of a tin tree, ready to enjoy a delicious meal.

Syllable!

Suddenly, a cracked black palm stretched out from the huge leaves next to it, slapping the unlucky demon insect to death.

The owner of the palm pinched the one-horned demon worm, removed the sharp horn on the top of his head, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it.

"Damn, why are we guarding here while the others are drinking and eating meat inside?" The owner of the palm of his hand held a spear, and his muscular body was dressed in black linen, with his hair draped down and a black demon mark on each side of his cheek.

"This is the Patriarch's order! You want to challenge the Patriarch's majesty?" another Demon Mark tribesman with a large knife squinted at him and said disdainfully.

The spear scar clan was choked and speechless, so they had to spit on the ground, cursing and whispering something in their mouths.

Suddenly, the spear demon scar clansman's ears moved, his hand slapped on him, and he whispered, "There is movement!"

The Broadsword Demon Scar Clansman glared, stopped talking, and prostrate himself, bending his eyes to look around, observing the movements around him.

The wind gently blows through the large green leaves, making a rustling sound, and the surroundings are quiet.

Suddenly, on the branch above them, a demon eagle fluttered its wings and flew up, making a startling sound of an eagle chirping in the sky.

"It turned out to be the old thief eagle!" the Broadsword Demon Mark Clan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the Spear Demon Mark Clan.

The Spear Demon Stain Clan also breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Yes, it seems that it's me...... Burst...... Belch. ”

Before he could finish his sentence, the head of a black iron spear passed through his back and hit him in the heart, killing him directly.

Bang!

The corpse fell, and its wide eyes were black and white, looking at the Broadsword Demon Scar Clan.

The Broadsword Demon Scar Clan was directly stunned, he was about to shout in horror, stretched out two arms from behind him, hugged his head and twisted, clicked, his neck was broken, and he died directly.

With a squirming movement, the people of the Qingyang tribe slowly passed through here.

Clearing the dark sentry along the way, the Qingyang tribe and the group easily arrived at the corner of the center of the Lost Valley.

Lin Qianshi gently picked up the luxuriant branches and looked at the camp of the Nightmare and Demon Trace tribes, only to see that the lights were red, the bonfire was set up, and the camp tent was full of shadows, as if they were drinking and eating inside.

"Chief, let's go in!" Lin Yanyan said in a low voice.

Lin Qianshi pondered for a moment, nodded, waved his right hand, and signaled everyone to pay attention, at the moment, the true qi in his body exploded, as fast as lightning, dragging the black-striped broadsword and rushing directly to the enemy camp.

The Qingyang tribesmen behind him scattered and rushed to the other tents.

Poof!

Under the blessing of true qi, the black-patterned broadsword in Lin Qianshi's hand turned into a three-zhang long true qi broadsword, and slashed at the large camp with a large figure, and with a snort, the big camp was directly split in two.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and then when he looked at it, he saw that there was not a single figure in the camp, and some human-shaped pieces of paper fell on the ground, and he was shocked and roared angrily: "The shadow technique!

The surrounding Qingyang tribesmen rushed into the other camps and saw no one, and when they suddenly heard this roar, they couldn't help but panic, and they didn't know what to do.

"Quack quack, Leader Lin, we're meeting again!" Demon Xingtian suddenly appeared, riding a fierce and hideous demon pig, triumphant, surrounded by the tide of the Nightmare and Demon Scar Tribe's ambushers, and surrounded the people of the Qingyang tribe.

"This time, I caught a big fish, and I was able to kill the leader of the Qingyang tribe, which is really ...... Ho ho ho!" the black dragon staggered out of the darkness, his grim face, shadowy flags, and dry voice made him look like a true demon crawling out of the demon world.

Although the warriors of the Qingyang tribe were panicked, they still clenched their weapons and were determined.

But the students in the school couldn't stand it, more than 20 students, some trembled, some had blue faces, some lips trembled, and even more directly urinated incontinence, full of ugliness!

When the leader issued a warning, Lin Ling pulled Feng Qingwan and the warriors in the clan closer, although he was a little panicked, but not too flustered.

"Wei Heilong, is it you?" Lin Qianshi stared at the high priest of the Weitong tribe, gritting his teeth, this time it was planted, before he guessed that the most people from the Weitong tribe were leaders and elders, but he didn't expect the other party to directly dispatch the high priest.

"You're going to die today, kill!"

The black dragon's cold eyes narrowed, and the flag in his hand waved.

"Kill!"

Behind him, the warriors of the Nightmare and Demon Scar tribes surged like a tide to kill the warriors of the Qingyang tribe, with a huge momentum and a roar of killing!

"Don't panic, the long river is falling!" Lin Qianshi commanded loudly.

The warriors of the Qingyang tribe quickly gathered together, forming a small formation in groups of three or five, and dozens of small formations were combined into a large formation, which was a soldier's formation, a precious formation that the Qingyang tribe spent a lot of money on from the higher tribes.

The two sides of the enemy fought quickly, and the soldiers killed the enemy in blood!

Lin Ling and Feng Qing's backs were side by side, the iron sword in his hand was constantly waving, and the qi in his body was constantly coming from the dantian, every time he used it, Lin Ling felt that his body was burning for a minute, and his strength was also stronger.

Poof!

He cut off the head of a wrestler from the Weitong tribe, blood splattered all over, ignoring these details, the iron sword blocked, and when the sound blocked a wrestler's big sword, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, sticking to Feng Qingwan's delicate back.

Although the Qingyang tribe has the advantage of the formation, it is still outnumbered after all, and there are constantly soldiers dying, and the defeat has been revealed.

Boom –

At this time, the old man of the Feng Shi Tong clan stood behind, pinching his hand, and a cyan flag appeared in his hand, the flag was exquisite, and with the vitality of Feng Shitong poured in, the banner cloth suddenly had a cold color.

Quack –

A crow's cry appeared, and everyone looked up, only to see a huge cyan crow appear in everyone's sight, accompanied by a cold wind blowing, making people shiver.

[Chilling Wind Raven]: Demonic Master Niman Demon Monster, Adult, Bird, Ice and Wind Dual, Death Language, Frost Twin Xenomorph Breath, Talents: Frost Technique, Death Ray.

Feng Shitong jumped and rode on the back of the Cold Wind Crow, and the cyan flag in his right hand shone with blue light.

"Wind Raven, Frost Technique!"

The Cold Wind Crow flew to the back of the Nightmare and the Demon Mark Tribe, flapped its wings and let out a quacking sound, and suddenly, a stream of ice wind mixed with frost swept down.

The ice wind swept over the bodies of the Wei Tong and the Demon Mark Warriors, and the whole body turned blue, and the qi and blood were not smooth, and more than a dozen people were blown up by the ice wind, making a miserable cry, and when they fell, they turned into pieces of popsicles, and they fell into several mixes, and they couldn't die anymore.

"Ahh

"High Priest, help!"

The wrestlers of the Nightmare and Demon Scars tribes are scared and run for their lives!

"Hugh is going to be rampant, the wind is blowing, I'll kill you!"

An angry shout rang out, and I saw a huge demon flying, this monster was covered with barbs, like a shadow, without feet, and the black smoke was its lower body.

[Abomination and Disgust]: Demonic Master Niman Nightmare Demon, adult body, phantom class, anger and shadow twin alien breath, talents: rage, void ball.

Beneath the shadow of disgust stood a thin old man, holding a silver scepter in his hand, black smoke emitting from his body, and his aura was extremely powerful.

Wei Hei Yan, the elder of the Wei Tong tribe, the younger brother of the high priest Xiao Hei Long, cultivated to the realm of the Demon Protector Niman!