"Kill!" A roar like a thunderbolt suddenly resounded through the heavens, and then the people on Mu Sen's left and right rushed towards the valley in no particular order. The whole ground shook as he stepped on, like a ground dragon turning over.

"Thunderball, throw!" Mu Sen shouted as he was about to step onto the passage into the valley.

In the roaring sound of the wind, the thunderbolts thrown by Wei Ling, Li Huairuo and others fell into the passage like meteors.

"What is this for?" Seeing Wei Ling and the others throwing out an unknown object, the Jinou team and Wei Wen and the others who were impacting were stunned, a thunderbolt? Could it be a bullet that can explode like a thunderbolt?

"Boom!" Just as the Jin'ou clan was guessing, a violent explosion shook the air, like a mushroom cloud of smoke and dust rose into the air, and the rubble slapped into the air, hitting all around, piercing some trees through dense transparent black holes.

Xiba, this bomb can really explode like a thunderbolt, and the Jinou team and Wei Wen and the others are a little dumbfounded.

"Ahh

"It was a wise choice to open the way with heavy firepower. Seeing that many hundred tribes were blown up, Mu Sen whispered. From the prisoners who were tortured, it was learned that the entrance to the valley had been set up with multiple traps and heavy troops. If you force your way in, you're bound to get hurt. In that case, let's have three waves of happiness first.

"Arrow!" Seeing that the formation of the hundred clans was chaotic, the Jin'ou team, Wei Wen and the others rolled up their sleeves one after another, ready to fight angrily. But before they could make a move, a chilling roar that seemed to come from the Nine Shadows swept like the wind.

This is?

This is, of course, the second wave of happiness.

In the roar of Man Yangze, the Jiazi squad divided fifty archers, bent their bows and arrows, and formed a full circle, aiming directly at the chaotic team of the hundred tribes.

"Hiss!" In the piercing sound of breaking the air, the cold arrows tore through the air and rained down towards the ranks of the hundred tribes.

"Poof!poof!poof!" A moment later, the sound of arrows shooting into flesh was heard in the ears, accompanied by the terrible screams of the hundred tribes.

"Crossbow!" But this was not the end, just when some of the hundred clans with higher cultivation levels dodged the arrows like rain, Man Yangze shouted again. Ten students of the Jiazi class stepped out and took out their broken crossbows.

Well, that's right, it's the third wave of jolly.

......

"Gollum ......" Gu Zhuang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then looked at Wei Wen beside him and said in an astringent voice, "Brother Wen, is this really Jiazi class?"

When Wei Wen led the Jiazi class to kill, Gu Zhuang and the others did not obey Wei Wen's order to continue to lurk, but came out one after another. Death is to die together, let your boss go to death, and what is the matter with yourself and others living alone? But now it seems that everyone does not have to die?

"That's it, Brother Wen, my eyes aren't dazzled, right?"

"Destroy the withering and decaying, destroy the withering and decaying! These hundred clans are powerless to fight back under the attack of the Jiazi class!"

......

Like Gu Zhuang, everyone who rushed out with a mortal heart was stunned at this time. When they rushed out, they were all thinking about how they could die a heroic point. But now the mighty Nyima?!Not even the enemy's hair......

"Poof...... A feather of the Wing Clan was blown in front of everyone by the wind that swept through the battlefield.

No, the enemy's hair.

......

At this time, the people of the Jinou clan were almost the same as Wei Wen and his party, and the whole person was stunned.

"Captain, this, this ......"

"Xiaoyu, let me tell you, this is too fierce. ”

"Old Wei, I don't think Xiao Yu wants to say this. ”

"And what he wants to say?"

"It's a knock-out!"

......

Listening to the discussion of the team members, Lin Yan's face was also a little stiff. Although they have already seen the ferocity of the Jiazi class. But this unilateral massacre still shocked their hearts.

"Mu Sacrifice Wine is not human...... Lin Xuan glanced at Mu Sen, and then said in a quiet tone.

Pang Yu, Wei Lin and other team members nodded sympathetically, it must not be a person, how could a person train the Jiazi class like this in only one month?

......

was first served by a thunderbolt for a wave, and then by arrows and crossbows for two waves. After three waves of attacks, the hundred tribes were defeated without accident, and one by one they were disgraced and fled towards the valley.

"Want to escape?" the hideous look on Mu Sen's face flashed. "Kill!"

Mu Sen's long knife swept away, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way hanging upside down, the rippling knife light flickered and surging, and in a breath, it split a frantically fleeing stone clan in half, and the red blood was thrown, like water droplets that fell on the stone.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

......

Seeing Mu Sen make a move, Wei Ling and the others were not to be outdone, and they all drummed up their spiritual power, brandished their weapons, and rushed towards the fleeing hundred clans.

"Brothers, my Jinou team is famous today, kill me!"

......

"Brothers, do you remember our goal of walking out of Qingyang City? The hundred clans are right in front of us, destroy this dynasty and eat, kill!"

......

Lin Xuan and Wei Wen roared angrily, and then led the team to roar towards the hundred clans like a fierce tiger pounced.

The carnival on Mu Sen's side was obviously a desperate situation on the side of the hundred tribes, and a famous hundred tribes seemed to be frightened and fled desperately to the valley. In order to get rid of the pursuit of Mu Sen and others, some hundred clans even used their teammates as shields.

"Chasing the dead and chasing the north, the pride is suddenly born. After Mu Sen stabbed the two blood clans with a knife, he said with a little emotion.

......

This hidden passage is twisting, overgrown with vegetation and steep terrain. The fleeing hundred tribes were constantly chased and killed by Mu Sen and others, and the sound of wailing and screaming circled back and forth in the valley, miserable and infiltrating.

"This group of waste!" When a hundred clans fled to the main formation, Shi Xuan couldn't help but scold. Two teams of 100 people jointly guarded the entrance of the valley full of traps, and they didn't even hold up half a pillar of incense, and they were chased away like dogs by more than 100 Terrans. It's not even as good as rubbish!

Jiao Qing's face at this time was also extremely gloomy, and at the same time, there was a hint of incredulity. You must know that he sent this team of 100 people later, but there are masters of the Jindan period. And the other party is just a group of Terrans with the foundation building period as a whole, even if they are a war group, they won't be defeated like this, right?

"Order them to pass through the flanks!" Horn Qing was secretly annoyed for a moment as he looked at the mourner-like rout, and then said to the herald beside him. No matter how annoying you are, now is not the time to settle accounts with them.

"Yes. A herald of the Wing Clan replied loudly to Kakuqing. Then he spread his wings and flew into the sky, and then shouted to the fleeing hundred tribes, "Lord Jiaoqing has an order, wait for you to pass through the flanks!"

The herald Wing Clan shouted three times in succession to the fleeing Hundred Clans, and then ......

Then there was no more, he was blown up by Wei Ling's arrow, and turned into a cloud of blood mist directly in the air.

"How dare you be so rampant in front of us!" "Looking at the herald wing clan who turned into a blood mist, Mu Sen snorted and said, "It's amazing to fly!"

Although the herald was blown up by Wei Ling, he still succeeded in conveying Jiaoqing's order. Hundreds of tribes began to flee away from the middle and towards the two wings. But......

If all the retreating tribes could do this, then they would not be beaten by Mu Sen and the others and could not find the north. Those who can maintain the formation in a rout and accept orders must be the elite of the elite. As a result, except for a small number of the hundred tribes who fled to both sides, most of the remaining hundred tribes still rushed towards the central array.

"Archer, prepare!" Seeing that many routs were still rushing towards this side without dodging, Jiaoqing's face was cold, and his eyes were full of ice.

"Yes, sir. The herald who had been re-replaced answered.

Under Jiaoqing's order, archers from the two phalanxes of the Hundred Clans came out at the same time, and the cold arrows flashed with the light of the cold.

"Immediately pass from the flanks!"

"Do you hear that?!Immediately pass through the flanks!"

......

In front of the phalanx, the Bai clan in charge of commanding the archers roared loudly, hoping that the defeated troops who had broken up would turn around in time. But how could a defeated soldier who was filled with fear still listen to orders?

"Release!" Seeing that the defeated army was getting closer and closer, the archer commander shuddered in his heart, closed his eyes in pain and shouted.

"Poof!poof!" The arrows made a tooth-sour sound, and the soldiers of the hundred tribes continued to fall to the ground wailing, blood filled the land, and a fierce breath fluttered in the wind.

After a short period of distraction, the defeated soldiers of the Hundred Clans, who had been shot by their own team, finally remembered Jiaoqing's order and began to flee to both wings.

Seeing that the rout did not disperse the ranks of the hundred clans, Mu Sen waved his hand with some regret. Then, Jiaziban, Wei Ling and others, who were galloping, slammed down and stood still on the spot. It felt like a speeding cheetah suddenly falling into a time capsule, and it stopped instantly.

The reaction of the Jin'ou team and Wei Wen and his party was a little slow, and they protruded several feet forward before stopping. This made Lin Xuan and Wei Wen's faces slightly red, and they swore that they would definitely train this group of rabbit cubs when they went back.

When the Jin'ou team and Wei Wen and his party retreated, Mu Sen's side, like the Bai clan, formed two phalanxes, one was the Jiazi class, and the other was Luoyang Xiaodian, the Jin'ou team and Wei Wen's party.

Mu Sen and the Hundred Tribes confronted each other, and a silent aura of slaughter surged through the valley, causing the air to ripple with visible ripples.

"Who is the enemy general? In a moment, Mu Sen stepped out, just like a dragon going out to sea, and the surging qi was raging like an ocean, sweeping towards the two hundred tribe phalanxes.

"What is the wood sacrifice wine for?" Seeing Mu Sen suddenly come out of the battle, Lin Xuan said with a puzzled face, this is different from the script. Didn't you say that after entering the valley, you will rush straight to the enemy army and have a desperate fight?

Lin Xuan didn't deliberately suppress his voice, and Mu Sen, who was shouting at the sword, heard his doubts and felt helpless. Aren't you having eyes, boy, what am I doing? Of course I'm being handsome. The general is out of the division, with his own prestige, splitting the road of life and death with both hands, and cutting the root of right and wrong with one knife.

Well, a good poem.