The tribal camp, which had just been on fire and slashing everywhere, all the flames disappeared in an instant, and the killer and the slain stayed where they were.

A cold wind blew through the snowflakes, and darkness enveloped the surroundings.

The only light source around, like an iron arm, burned red. The faint light of the fire could only illuminate a small area, and those who were far away could only see that the owner of the arm was a small ghost, a child no taller than a horse.

The people around him looked at him, although they didn't know what such a child could do if so many warriors had died in battle, but at this moment, the scene seemed to be the only hope for the whole clan, and the arm that was gradually darkening seemed to contain strange and unpredictable energy.

The armored soldiers who were defeated in the attack were experienced battlefield experts, and although they were swept away in an instant just now, the lineup regrouped after a short period of stunned and formed an encirclement more tightly. The night raid was almost over, and there was an accident.

At this moment, although the blades were all aimed at the crowd of the big tent, the armored soldiers were only wary of the child with fire in his arm, and surrounded but did not attack, as if they were waiting.

The sound of 'Kazkaz' feet on the snow came from the outskirts of the camp, and out of the darkness came three figures, the leader, although wrapped in thick robes, gave people a sense of slenderness, as if it were a woman, and the next two figures were very high, and gave people a sense of majesty and might, perhaps guards.

Ejitu faced the armored soldiers who were surrounded alone, facing the bloody blade of Sensen, and his heart was full of confidence. The arm that was bubbling with flames did not feel burned by the fire, but there was a sense of fluctuation, and I only felt that there was endless strength in my body.

At this moment, he just wants to unleash his majestic power, perhaps with just one punch, he can knock down the most difficult to tame wild horses. He tried to keep his body down, and his bowed body catapulted out with such speed that the battle-hardened soldiers didn't even have time to swing their knives to fight back.

"Boom !!" There was a loud explosion, and a violent explosion blew a hole in the soldier's encirclement, and the soldier's armor that was blown away at the center of the explosion was red and smoking.

There was a gasp from among the encircled soldiers, who silently retreated until three figures emerged from the darkness.

The black shadow at the head took off the hood of his robe, and the two guards behind him immediately stopped, and then there was a group of people who were a little rickety, it seemed that they were from this tribe, with all kinds of fatal wounds on their bodies, and the blood that flowed out was frozen on their bodies, and the snow that fell on their bodies accumulated a thick layer, and this group of people seemed to be frozen, and their movements were slow and stiff.

Ejitu saw everything in his eyes, he knew all those people, they were the warriors, women and children of the clan, they should have been killed on the outskirts of the camp, could it be that those murderous demons let them go?! The more Ejitu thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he didn't dare to let the thoughts in his heart come out, in fact, they were all dead! But they were moving, like they weren't dead, they just weren't moving normally.

The survivors near the big tent also saw the scene in front of them, and in the dark night when the cold wind was howling, they only felt a chill penetrate their robes and hit their backs and hearts, and the air seemed to be frozen and unable to breathe.

The armoured and sword-wielding soldiers widened the encirclement even wider, as if to meet the three robes and the strangely moving crowd behind them. Obviously, the soldiers had seen this battle, but they still felt terrified, and the barbarians who had been killed by their own hands were all still standing at this moment.

The girl in the robe looked at Ejitu, and some flames came out of her left arm, nothing else. It's like the ability has just awakened, but the destructive power is amazing, and it feels a little wrong, so I have to test it.

The group of people behind the robed girl began to move forward, bypassing the three of them and heading straight for Ejitu, gradually increasing in speed, and began to run straight towards it.

Ejitu subconsciously wanted to step back, and with the explosion of the previous blow, he knew how much power he had, and he was more than capable of dealing with ordinary people. But the people who pounced on them were of their own kind, and they all knew each other, and if they were to hit them with that kind of explosive fist, wouldn't they be dead?

But they should indeed be dead, and if they retreat, the people who are still alive behind them will not die. In desperation, Ejitu swung his left hand and smashed it into the ground

There was a "boom" on the ground, and the flames that burst out were like a wall of fire blocking the people who rushed over, barely blocking for a moment, and the untouched crowd still rushed towards Ejitu, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

Seeing that the attack was still continuing, Ejitu was ruthless in his heart, and he couldn't hesitate any longer, those clansmen were already dead, and now they were just walking pieces of meat, and those who didn't die without killers were still alive.

Ejitu held the knife in both hands, and the blade faintly emitted heat. When he saw a miserable white hand grasping at him, he swung the knife hard, and the arm in front of him fell with a brush, and the charred incision was in flames.

But the white hands around him still rushed towards him, and Ejitu had to continue to swing his sword to cut off the bodies of his dead people. All the battles were seen by the robed girl, obviously the young man in front of him awakened the fire ability, the knife didn't look too hot, but the burning after the chopping was very destructive to the corpse, especially the newly dead corpse shouldn't be so flammable.

Ejitu continued to slash and slash the dead people, and the remnants of the tribe behind him had mixed feelings, the scene was so strange that the hordes of dead clansmen bared their teeth and claws but silently pounced on the child, who was not as tall as the wheel, and every time the child swung his knife, he would make a burning sound of flames.

Corpses don't breathe, they don't make any roaring sounds, and at most they make noises when their internal organs begin to decompose, producing a large amount of gas gushing out of their buttocks or throats. He didn't make a sound but pounced on the living with his teeth and claws, covered with a thick layer of snow that would not melt, and his body was frozen stiff and white.

The robed girl pulled out a sword from the weapon inserted in the ground nearby, and shook the frozen blood clot on the sword with a shake in her hand, as if she was ready to step forward and fight herself.

"No frost!" Behind her, an old-voiced guard stopped her, "Don't take any chances, let me come." ”

"I don't need your hands on this kind of little ghost who has just entered the Dao, I can handle it," the girl who called Wushuang replied without looking back, "There are some things I want to take a closer look." ”

"Let her go, there will be no accidents with us," another middle-aged voice guard, "is too tightly protected and she can't grow." ”

"Although the corpse control technique is a bit deflated, it is not suitable for dealing with this ability, but against young opponents, isn't it also growth to defeat them with tactics," Lao Cheng's voice said.

"Go ahead and see if your recent swordsmanship has fallen." The middle-aged voice said.

Frostless bent down and catapulted straight at Ejitu, holding a long sword in his hand and slashing diagonally from the lower right.

"Dang" flashed some sparks, and Ejitu twisted his wrist to the right to block the chop, only to feel that his hand was shocked and painful, but he didn't expect the force to be so great.

The two of them made a few more moves in one breath, but Ejitu didn't have the advantage, and the girl on the other side seemed to be just trying and not doing her best.

Ejitu took a deep breath and slashed a few corpses that had become sluggish and headed straight for the girl, and more than a dozen moves passed in a few breaths.

"Do you think you can test me?" Wushuang asked as he took a deep breath and breathed.

"Your swordsmanship is indeed very good, but I got the answer!" Ejitu gasped, "My people, you're messing with ghosts, aren't you?" ”

"You test swordsmanship with a knife, how can you think that the corpse is under my control?" Frost-free was a little surprised.

"From the moment you started to test me, the corpse still tried to catch me, and when I tried my best against you, your reaction became much faster, and then I noticed that the corpse seemed to be a little dumber." Ejitu took another deep breath and slashed with the knife.

Wushuang casually used his sword to block the attack: "Oh? That's why the test just now is to confirm my thoughts. Then he pushed his opponent away with his sword and stabbed him with a sword, "Then you are now preparing to capture the king?" ”

Ejitu flicked away the sword stab with a sword, and deceived him to close the distance: "Obviously, your witchcraft can't be used, so you will come and fight me in close combat." And I, a child of the grassland, have been playing with knives since birth."

Seeing that the other party was approaching, Wushuang hurriedly retreated to block the attack, and snorted: "If you were a few years older, your speed, strength, and sword skills might be good, but now, a little ghost is a little ghost." ”

Frostless suddenly became faster and stronger, and retreated Ejitu to the side of the corpses, who pounced on him again, dragging him back into a war of attrition with outnumbered men.

As the flames burned on the corpse's stump, there was a little light near the tent, and the snowflakes that shone on the sky seemed to take a sharp turn for the worse.

Ejitu spoke in his heart to the face of the flame that had disappeared, when this woman did not appear just now, you can indeed save the clan by borrowing my flame. But I can't beat her, is there anything else you can do?

No one responded, only the dead clansman and the woman who couldn't be beaten, she kept playing with herself, and she didn't use all her strength. However, her witchcraft of manipulating the dead really didn't work, and her own slashing and killing people only took some physical strength. But when I fought against that woman just now, the fire on the knife was completely useless, it just sharpened more sparks.

Ejitu is very annoyed now, he is consumed by the many corpses, no matter how he cuts, he can't kill a dead person, and he can only lose his mobility by cutting off his limbs, and at this moment he just wants to find a gap to change his breath.

At the moment of ventilation, Ejitu was pierced from behind by a long sword, and he held the knife in his left hand and swung it back, and the fierce flames attached to the body of the knife and slashed straight at the person behind him.

Seeing that the fire was huge and could not be resisted, Wushuang released the hilt of the sword and jumped back, Ejitu's counterattack was empty, and the wound with the sword could not be covered, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

Just in the flash of the violent firelight just now, it seemed that Han Wushuang had discovered something and looked straight into the sky above the snow.

"Have you finally found out?" the middle-aged voice approvingly "The enemy hidden on this battlefield"

"And enemies?" Lao Cheng's voice was a little surprised: "Where?" ”

The middle-aged voice was a little speechless: "Hey, I thought you noticed it a long time ago......"

Lao Cheng's voice replied bluntly: "Less nonsense, where?" If you don't see it, you don't see it, I don't have time to pretend with you. ”

Frostless looked up at the flagpole erected in front of the tent, the previous firelight illuminated the sky, and all the snowflakes fell, except for one empty space, and all the snowflakes avoided the area.

It's right at the top of the flagpole, and it's clear that something is there.

Something that even a wind and snow would avoid.