Mo Shun was right, if he fought closely, a hundred Yu Lin Wei would definitely not be the opponents of the Demon Crossing Battle Group. Zhu Zhijie also knew this, so when the Modu soldiers approached, he took Yulinwei to slowly retreat, anyway, the purpose of their coming here was to meet the giant deer battle group, not to fight to the death with the Modu war group.

Zhu Zhijie's idea is good, but the Demon Crossing Battle Group is not an ordinary war group. Seeing Yu Linwei hanging them like this, Mo Shun was annoyed, and while letting the other hundred clan war groups stop Zhu Zhijie and his party, he led the Demon Crossing war group to attack. Under such a battle, Zhu Zhijie and his entourage were instantly staggered, and it was difficult to parry, after all, their numbers were there, even if they wanted to win more with less, they had to have a similar, what the hell is a hundred pairs of thousands of pairs......

Can't play!

If Zhu Zhijie and the others want to retreat, they don't have to fall into such a situation. But they couldn't, Yang Ren's order to them was to take over the Julu Warband, and they couldn't retreat until the Julu Wargroup joined up with the large army. Accept the military order, even if you know that there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead.

Don't ask why.

Because there is no why.

Zhu Zhijie said to the many Yu Linlang, "Brothers, we should work hard." ”

Ninety-nine Yu Lin Lang had heroic and indifferent faces on their faces, they didn't seem to mind that they were about to throw their blood and lives away, they were still so high-spirited. "Let's fight, anyway, I've already got enough!"

"Hehe, there are more than twenty miscellaneous pieces of the hundred clans who have died in my hands!"

"I'm sorry, more than fifty people died at my hands!"

"It's okay, I'll come over this time!"

......

Listening to the broken words of his brothers, Zhu Zhijie was in a very soothing mood, he liked the atmosphere of Yu Linwei very much, and he also liked to stay with his brothers, no matter what he did, even if it was death, "If you die, the only pity is that you can no longer eat the food made by Komori." ”

Zhu Zhijie's voice was very small, but it was still heard by the Yulin soldiers who were very close to him, "Yes, the food made by the sacrificial wine is simply amazing, and I still speak it when I think about it now!"

"Stop talking, I'm a little hungry right now. ”

"But then again, we've killed so many tribes. In addition to those things that are not useful, like the lion clan and the demon clan, there are some parts that can be eaten!"

"That's it, the demons are useless at all, it's just waste! There's no place to eat on the whole body!"

......

Mo Shun, who had already rushed to Yu Linwei's close body, suddenly stumbled, and the surging qi and blood almost didn't make his spiritual power go against him. Maggie, when does it matter how useless a race is to see if they can be used as ingredients?

He suddenly felt that he had been insulted, no, the entire demon clan had been insulted. couldn't bear it, so he roared and waved his halberd fork towards Zhu Zhijie and his party, and the Modu soldiers behind him also rushed towards Zhu Zhijie and his party like a tide.

"Boom!" The first contact between Moshun and Zhu Zhijie opened the first hand-to-hand encounter between the Modu Clan and Yu Linwei.

"Quick, quick, kill them for me!" When the Demon Crossing Clan and Yu Linwei exchanged hands, the Giant Deer Clan also wiped up under Su Er's leadership. Zhu Zhijie and his entourage came to save them, and now that they are under siege, how can they be indifferent?

"Kill! Break their legs! Cut off their heads!" Su Er seemed to have battlefield excitement and kept shouting there.

Regarding the performance of his captain, the giant deer soldiers are very calm, and they are not surprised. The giant deer war group is like a fierce tiger, and it is also like the demon crossing war group fighting together.

In this narrow space, the Yulinwei, the Demon Crossing Battle Group, the Giant Deer War Group, and the other hundred clan war groups that came up from time to time directly fought into a pot of porridge. The surging and chaotic spiritual energy swept through, and the light of various colors spread out, like a kaleidoscope. The space was also torn apart, and hideous cracks appeared. The same is true of the earth, which spreads out like a spider in all directions.

"Deputy Captain Zhu, they can't do it, and the giant deer battle group is also going to fold in!"

"Alas, the Demon Crossing Battle Group is really powerful! The Giant Deer War Group is simply being pressed and beaten, and Yu Linwei is strong in combat, but the key is that the number of people is too small!"

"Captain Yang will send some more Yulin soldiers over!"

"How do you send it?! Didn't you see that the hundred clan war groups besieging Yu Linwei and Qushui have also begun to exert their strength? Now if Yu Linwei draws out more men and horses, then the large array they have formed will be in danger of collapsing! At that time, several battle groups in Qushui will be slaughtered by others!"

"yes, a dilemma. Now several warbands in Qushui can still use the power of the big array to fight with the hundred clans, but if they lose the protection of Yulinwei, they will definitely not be able to hold a cup of tea!"

"Alas, the more I look, the more I find that Yu Linwei is not simple, surrounded by tens of thousands of tribes, in hand-to-hand combat, he can also outline a huge formation to support his companions. ”

"Yes, Yu Linwei has grown up absolutely amazing. ”

......

It's worry and compliment, from friends. But for those guys who wanted Yu Linwei to die, although they didn't say it in their mouths, they were already roaring in their hearts, "Go die!

"A yellow oriole sings green willows, and there is no corpse after death!"

......

Well, that's it, some people like you, and some people hate you. Some people want you to go higher and farther, and some people want you to fall badly or even fall to your death.

But don't be afraid of that, because there are some things that you don't change even if you're afraid, but it will make some people worse. Be sure to head on, that is, scare!

Zhu Zhijie and his entourage were again, when the Modu War Group had the upper hand, they did not take half a step back, and more than 100 Modu soldiers died in their hands, and they also paid the price of 20 dead.

The Julu Wargroup has shouted at them to go first several times, but every time the Yulin soldiers are smiling, go, my Yulin Wei has no habit of abandoning friendly troops!

If someone looks down from the sky at this time, they will find that this battle between the human race and the hundred races has become a meat grinder. Blood filled the cracks in the earth like a river. Many wails and screams are intertwined to form a miserable movement that cannot be described in words.

The battle is never merciful, and it will only stop when one side is completely defeated. Judging from the current situation, the rout of the Terrans is a sure thing.

At this time, Xianye was completely dissatisfied with his previous anger, and he could see that the human race was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and it was possible to collapse at any time. He regained his lofty demeanor and said to Xianxia and Shenhua, "Blood food is blood food, even if it sets off some storms, it will eventually dissipate into nothingness. ”

But for some reason, Xianxia and Shenhua began to ignore Xianye again. This made Xianye's heart swell even more, okay, today you ignore my love, and tomorrow I will make you unattainable.

"Mo Shun, don't rub it off, hurry up and kill them!" Xian Ye looked for Mo Shun who took care of him and spoke, brushing a wave of presence.

At this time, Mo Shun was fighting fiercely with Zhu Zhijie, the trihalberd fork and the cold iron long sword collided, and the fire that was stirred up bloomed like a fireflower, and the thick golden stone and jade vibrated into milky white sound waves and hit all around.

"Blood Food, don't struggle, accept the arrangement of fate. Mo Shun once again poked a hole in Zhu Zhijie's body, and the blood flowed from the wound, which was extremely terrifying. This is still the case where Mingguang armor has blocked most of the damage, if he is completely defenseless, Zhu Zhijie is afraid that he will have to go to the cemetery now.

The gap between Zhu Zhijie and Moshun's cultivation is too big, Zhu Zhijie's cultivation has just opened up, and Moshun is a serious Jindan, and beating Zhu Zhijie is a general plot, and Zhu Zhijie's counterattack is a hellish plot, which is basically impossible. After all, Moshun is not the kind of thing that is useless, he is an elite from the Modu Warband, and the challenge is as simple as drinking water.

No matter how you look at it, going head-to-head with Moshun, Zhu Zhijie is hanging on to his life. Well, it's almost hanging up now. But there was no fear of death on his face, he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and laughed, "Fate?!

"Ridiculous. Regarding Zhu Zhijie's dying words, Mo Shun only felt ridiculous, he was fate, and even the demon clan couldn't break free from the shackles of fate, let alone the human race that was treated as blood food?

"Ridiculous? I don't think there is a predetermined fate in this world at all, the so-called fate is just a layer of glass that looks solid, as long as you knock lightly, it will shatter!" Zhu Zhijie's face was full of determination.

"Tap?" Moshun scoffed.

But before he could say more, Zhu Zhijie continued, "Yes, it's just a light knock." As soon as you knock on the first blow, the rest of the matter will be natural. A lot of things are a lack of courage for the first hammer, if ......"

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhijie suddenly stopped, and then paused, "What are you, why should I explain such a high-end truth to you?"

"You!" Moshun was furious.

"It's just a death, don't be blind!" Zhu Zhijie said very unceremoniously.

Then there is really nothing to say, Mo Shun was ruthless, Zhu Zhijie became more and more embarrassed, but after a dozen moves, he was stabbed to the ground by Mo Shun. Mo Shun looked at him condescendingly, "Blood Food, if you are willing to surrender, I can keep you in captivity." Being in captivity by me, I can provide you with the best resources, all you need to do is provide me with fresh blood on a regular basis. In case you don't know, I love Terran blood the most. ”

"Grass mud horse!" Zhu Zhijie said very seriously.

"What did you say?" The tyranny in Moshun's eyes began to surge.

"I haven't heard of anyone looking for scolding! Hundred clans are cheap!" Zhu Zhijie continued his earnestness.

"Zhijie!"

"Lieutenant!"

......

Zhu Zhijie's fall to the ground made many Yulin soldiers crazy, in addition to his team of 100 Yulin, the large army led by Yang Ren was also constantly anxiously shouting.