The horse's hooves were gentle, and Gongsun Xinyi went and returned.

Hearing that Han Shao compared himself to a tiger, the anger that had just been suppressed in his heart suddenly came up again.

After glancing at him coldly, he only felt that this fang was really hateful!

And the old men of the Qiyan tribe who were blocked in the middle one after the other did not have such a complicated state of mind.

Two Great Grandmasters of the Heavenly Gate Realm!

How is it possible for a small cavalry army of only 300 people?

The old man of the beggar clan, who exuded a terrifying aura, flashed a dark despair in his eyes.

But the trapped beast is still fighting, let alone people?

"General, do you want to break the net?"

The old man of the Qiyan clan held a knife in one arm and glared angrily at Han Shao.

In an instant, the already overwhelming momentum of the Heavenly Gate Realm exploded again.

Fish dead and broken?

Han Shao, who was on the horse, heard this, and his laughter was no longer hidden.

There have always been only fish that die, how can there be a broken net?

Not to mention......

Do you think it's a pufferfish?

If your mouth is full of air and it swells like a ball, others will be afraid of you?

Han Shao's laughter suddenly paused.

pressed the eye at hand, and instantly turned into a terrifying and domineering sword, sweeping towards the old barbarian dog.

Such a sudden change suddenly caused the old pupils of the beggar clan to contract violently.

Fast!

It's so fast!

The old eyes of the Qiyan clan followed the traces of this knife, but the old body was a beat slower after all.

Boom –

The violent qi shook all around.

Han Shao put the knife into the sheath, and his gaze on the horse was condescending.

"That's what you're talking about? It doesn't seem to be very good......"

Poof-

The old man of the Qiyan tribe who flew out upside down opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The earth-shattering and terrifying momentum that was forcibly supported before was also completely wiped out under this knife.

As if everything before was an illusion.

"Clan Elder!"

"Clan Elder, are you alright?"

"Patriarch, you ......"

Dozens of beggar boys didn't expect that the clan elder, who was as powerful as a god just now, would be defeated in the blink of an eye.

Not even a knife from General Nangou could be blocked.

Such a huge contrast made them, who were already frightened, look more and more desperate.

How so?

They really don't understand why everything is okay in the morning.

Grandma even made her favorite milk tea with tea foam.

But in the blink of an eye, how did everything become like this?

Grandma is dead.

Uncle Damm, who has always been good to himself next door, also died.

He's dead!

They're all dead!

The red blood flowing all over the ground slowly waded along the path in front of the yurt door, like the first stream flowing down from the upper reaches after the dry season had passed.

It's a dazzling red, disgustingly red red.

A young man from the beggar tribe who was on the verge of a mental breakdown suddenly pulled out the scimitar at his waist and roared like a beast and rushed towards those southern dogs.

Seeing this scene, the old man of the Qiyan clan struggled to get up and exclaimed, 'Don't!' Stop it! ’

But in this case, 'don't' and 'stop' are probably similar to 'don't stop' in some contexts.

Duh-

A sharp arrow burst through the young man's forehead and burst out from the back of his head.

Without the horses controlled by their masters, they instinctively rushed forward.

But after feeling the terrible aura in front of him, he turned his body and ran away.

Taiji slowly put down the good bow given by his master in his hand, and looked at the corpse that had fallen to the ground and was still twitching with disgust.

Dirty, savage, and brainless fools.

Alive, it will only continue to pollute this grassland under the master's feet.

Tai Ji felt that those Yongren soldiers who were constantly wielding knives were doing a good job at this time.

This grassland needs to be purified.

Including the immortal heaven above the head.

So Tai Ji squinted at the young men who were begging for faces, licked his dry lips, and his eyes were full of longing.

I wish they could rush over like that idiot just now.

In this way, he can reasonably take the place of his master and ...... them Kill them all!

It's a pity that those young men from the begging department disappointed Taiji.

When he saw his fellow people being killed by an arrow, although his eyes were full of hatred and anger, no one rushed up again.

Instead, he looked at the one-armed clan elder who was standing up on the side.

Although in the past, many of them regarded this old man who could only hide in the tribe and survive, as an incompetent old dog.

Can ...... now This old dog is their only and last hope.

It's just that the old dog, who was still shocking just now, opened a huge wound in his shoulder at this time.

The remnants of the wound hindered the healing of the wound, and blood stained his fur.

If he hadn't forcibly raised his knife at the last moment to block the knife just now.

By this time, he should have died.

The old man of the Qiyan clan, who was being watched by everyone, looked at the corpse of the young man on the ground, and a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Then he sighed, and walked step by step in the direction of the young people in the clan with his knife.

"Dismount."

Hearing the clan elder's command, the young men in the clan glanced at each other.

For a while, I didn't know what the clan elder meant.

It's just that in their opinion, the clan elder is desperate to protect them, and he will definitely not harm them.

Coupled with today's sudden tragic change, they have already lost their six gods.

So after a short hesitation, they dismounted in obedience.

"Clan Elder ......"

A young man from the clan opened his mouth to ask something.

But the clan elder didn't answer, but just said in a dumb voice.

"Follow me."

Then he took them directly to the front of General Nangou.

Such an unexpected scene made Han Shao's eyes playful.

"Down?"

Hearing Han Shao's words, the old man of the Qiyan clan showed a wry smile on his face.

"It's down."

As he spoke, he threw the scimitar in his hand directly at his feet.

Kneeling down in front of Han Shaoma with one arm, he sighed in his mouth.

"I just ask the general for mercy and leave these seeds for my beggar department."

"They are all the most talented children of the Qiyan Department, and they can be slaves to the general!"

These Yongren came too quickly.

Too powerful!

On the premise of knowing that the tribe can no longer be saved.

He only had time to recruit these talented teenagers.

As for the rest, he couldn't take care of that.

Is it cruel?

But that's the steppe.

What's more, he's just an old dog on the verge of death, and it's already the limit to be able to do this.

It's a pity that I didn't scare the young Yongjiang in front of me just now.

Otherwise, at this time, he should take these future seeds of the beggar tribe and flee here as quickly as possible.

It's just that it doesn't make sense to say that anymore.

It's good to survive.

Even if it is to be a slave, and it is to be a slave to the Yong people.

However, his painstaking attainments are destined not to be understood by everyone.

Just like those barbarian teenagers behind him, at this time, facing the clan elders, they suddenly knelt down to surrender to these enemies who slaughtered the clansmen.

All of them had incredible eyes.

Then he glared angrily at the old beggar.

"Clan Elder! How can this be! How can we be slaves to the Yongren? ”

"Not bad! We'd rather die! ”

I saw the indignant appearance of those beggar boys.

Although Han Shao couldn't understand what they were saying, he understood what he meant.

Just as he was about to say something, one of the barbarian teenagers suddenly opened his mouth and spat at him.

His eyes were filled with bitter hatred.

"Yonggou!"

Han Shao twisted his eyebrows a little crookedly, and there was suddenly no smile in his eyes.

Seeing this, the old man of the Qiyan clan, who was still kneeling on the ground, instantly changed color.

"General! He was young and ignorant. ”

"General rest assured! As long as you train well in the future, you will definitely be a good slave! ”

"General......

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