Scarface's words were like pouring a spoonful of cold water into a hot oil pot, and the originally emotional crowd blew up the nesting hornets one by one, waving the swords in their hands one by one, and no longer ignored the ground and rushed over. Xiao Jian shook his head helplessly and followed behind the crowd. In a sense, these people can also be regarded as avenging themselves, although they do not agree with their approach, but they will not go alone and stand by. If that's the case, not only the people of the Shenlong tribe will look down on themselves, but even Xiao Jian himself will look down on himself.

The people of the Shenlong tribe did not all enter the woods, but divided into about half and were led by another leader to ambush at the mouth of the valley, and the other half were led by Zuo Liancheng into the mountains to search. Looking at this posture, I want to take an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and also come to a chase and interception.

"Uncle Zuo, do you really have to kill them all? There is no other way to solve the problem?" Although Xiao Jian is a soldier, although he has killed the enemy more than once when he was on a mission before, he doesn't like to kill, not to mention that this is still a vendetta between tribes.

"What can't be resolved is that the contradictions between our two ethnic groups have accumulated over generations. Almost every time they meet, they draw their swords and never die. Over the years, there have been seven or eight thousand people who have died in conflicts on both sides. In fact, neither our Shenlong tribe nor their fire tribe are the original inhabitants here, and according to the records of the clan, since the two tribes moved here, they have never stopped fighting each other. It is no exaggeration to say that every family in our Divine Dragon Tribe has more or less relatives who died at the hands of the Fire Clan. You say, can such a deep hatred still be resolved?" Zuo Liancheng explained as he walked forward, "If you want to completely eliminate this contradiction, unless one side kills the other side completely. ”

"But when will this kind of retribution be the end?"

"Well, let's not talk about that, let's go over and have a look, it seems that there is already a fight over there. Zuo Liancheng didn't want to discuss this almost unsolvable problem with Xiao Jian right now, and when he heard the sound of swords clashing in the woods in front of him, he sped up and rushed over.

The people of the Shenlong tribe who came to rescue Xiao Jian really met the people of the Agni tribe who had chased Xiao Jian before in the woods. When Xiao Jian and Zuo Liancheng's father and son felt it, the two sides had already exchanged hands and fought together. It was the enemy who saw each other, their eyes were red, and they waved the swords in their hands one by one, slashing and slashing at each other's bodies mercilessly. In just a few moments, several people on both sides hung up their lottery.

"Be careful yourself, I'll help them. Zuo Liancheng admonished Xiao Jian, then pulled out his long sword, shouted loudly, and joined the battle group.

Zuo Liancheng really deserves to be a good hand in the tribe, I saw the long sword in his hand, flying up and down, whirring and wind, and in a few rounds, the opponent who fought with him, that is, the young man in Chinese clothes who was the leader, was forced to retreat step by step, left and right, and he was about to die on the spot.

"Young Master!" Seeing that his leader was about to be killed by Zuo Liancheng's sword, two or three Fire Clansmen who were fighting against the rest of the Shenlong Tribe suddenly burst into flames, and after desperately swinging out a few swords, forcing their opponents to retreat, they turned around and killed Zuo Liancheng, seeing that they were about to form a four-person siege.

Xiao Jian was afraid that Zuo Liancheng would suffer a loss, so he hurriedly jumped forward, jumped behind the young man in Chinese clothes who was being forced to dodge by Zuo Liancheng, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed him in the back. "Shoot a man before a horse, capture a thief before capture the king. "Since the young man in Chinese costume is the leader of their group, then this person must be killed first. The young man in Chinese clothes, who was not Zuo Liancheng's opponent in the first place, didn't expect that there would be a sudden attack by the enemy behind him, only to hear a "plop", Xiao Jian stabbed the seven songs into the waist of the young man in Chinese clothes, and then slashed upwards diagonally, piercing the liver. The young man in Chinese clothes snorted in pain, and with a face full of pain and unwillingness, he fell to the ground and could not get up again. Maybe he would never have dreamed that the trap he carefully arranged not only did not work, but instead lost his troops, and even took his own life. According to his original idea, there were more than two dozen people on his side, and he could snatch Asika without much effort. I've been coveting Asika's beauty for a long time, but Asika has been staying in the tribe and can't do it. Today, I finally encountered such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but I never expected to run into Xiao Jian, a ruthless man, and as soon as I met him, I killed four of my subordinates, and now I am dead in his hands. In fact, if he really knew and understood Xiao Jian's identity, he would be more or less gratified, he was the first person in the Canglong Continent to die in Huaxia martial arts. However, if the people who died under Xiao Jianjian in the future would be ranked together in the Netherworld Mansion and receive medals, it is unknown whether he would still be on the list.

When the three Fire Clansmen who came to the rescue saw their young patriarch die at Xiao Jian's hands like this, their eyes were red with anger, and even their hair stood on end. roared one by one, wanting to rush over and fight with Xiao Jian. But he was stopped by Zuo Liancheng and couldn't rush over.

Xiao Jian pulled out the dagger from the corpse, wiped the blood stains on his clothes, then inserted it into the scabbard, and then picked up the long sword thrown away by the young man in Chinese clothes just now from the ground, and danced a sword flower in his hand, feeling the weight of the long sword. Although this piece is not a famous sword that he used in Huaxia, it can be regarded as the top grade of the sword, and the weight is much heavier than the ordinary long sword, and it should be made of high-grade fine iron. "An inch long, an inch strong. "Using a dagger to deal with someone else's sword is still a little inconvenient after all. "No way, let's use it first. Xiao Jian sighed secretly in his heart, he didn't have a weapon at all now, so let's wait until I have the opportunity to get another good one in the future. Didn't the old-timers just say, "There are no guns, no cannons, the enemy makes them for us."

Xiao Jian didn't immediately enter the battle again, but watched the battle between the two sides for a long time. Anyway, the Shenlong tribe already has more people than Agni Foot, and now it seems that they have taken the advantage, as long as the people here are not in danger, there is no need to add fuel to the power fire candle fire, it is better to take advantage of this to observe and see what kind of attackers they are using, and understand their combat effectiveness.

After observing for a while, Xiao Jian had a general understanding of the combat power of these people in the Shenlong Tribe. Among these more than thirty people, Zuo Liancheng and that Scarface's kung fu is the best. Although Zuo Liancheng is one against three, he is still at ease, and he doesn't need to use all his strength at all. I saw that his long sword was either chopping or chopping, or pointing, and his body was not chaotic at all. Look at the scarred face again, it is a single knife, but it is also collapsed or framed, flirted or hung, and the dance is impervious. The horse-faced middle-aged man who fought against him used a pair of judges' pens, and under the attack of Scarface like a storm, he didn't lose the wind for a while, and he thought he was also a good hand.

Just when Xiao Jian was watching the fight between Scarface and the middle-aged man with a horse-face, the battle on Zuo Liancheng's side had undergone new changes, and he saw Zuo Liancheng's sword body shake, and suddenly improved his skills, brushing and brushing, three swords in a row, and after forcing his former opponent back two steps, his left foot slid forward, and his body twisted in a strange posture, and he was behind the other person. The man didn't know well, and he was about to swing his sword to block, but he was already half a beat too late. I saw that Zuo Liancheng took advantage of the momentum of rushing forward just now, and the long sword was pushed up, and the right hand holding the sword had already been cut off from the wrist, and then he kicked him in the back again, kicking him out of the air. The man howled miserably, and after landing on the ground, he even ignored his wrist that was cut off by Zuo Liancheng, and after struggling to get up, he actually covered the wound with his left hand and fled forward without looking back.

"Could it be that this is 'a strong man breaking his wrist'?" "Being strong in Liancheng, I couldn't help but feel a belly in my heart, "But this is not right, "A strong man broke his wrist" is mostly cutting off his own hand, how can he "break his wrist" in such a way?" "But Xiao Jian also admired this person's quick decision, he was so seriously injured, and if he continued to fight, sooner or later it would be a "death" word, it was better to flee for his life while he still had some strength, maybe there was a glimmer of hope.

The remaining two people saw that their companions were abolished by Zuo Liancheng with such an easy move, and their backs were suddenly cold, and they had cowardice in their hearts at the moment, they glanced at each other, shook their hands to Zuo Liancheng, turned around and ran.

When the others saw that some people had run away, they had no intention of fighting, so they left their opponents behind and fled towards the mouth of the valley together.

When the people of the Shenlong tribe saw that the opponent was about to escape, they were willing to let it go easily, except for a few people who were injured in the fight just now, they stayed behind, and the others also shouted and chased after them.

Poor Fire Clansmen, perhaps they would never have dreamed that the people of the Divine Dragon Tribe were already waiting in ambush at the entrance of the valley in front of them. They ran straight to the mouth of the valley, and what awaited them was an even more cruel slaughter, which was no different from a moth to a fire and a sheep to the mouth of a tiger. If you don't run away, maybe you can fight for one to make money, and fight for two to earn one. If they run forward now, they will definitely encounter the Shenlong tribesmen waiting at the mouth of the valley to intercept them, plus the pursuers behind, so they will have to face at least three times the enemy of their own, how can they have many chances to escape and ascend to heaven.

Sure enough, as Xiao Jian expected, before they had time to get rid of the chasing soldiers behind them, they soon fell into the ambush circle that the Divine Dragon Tribe had already prepared for them. After a fierce battle, only two or three people escaped in the end. The rest were either killed or taken prisoner by the Shenlong tribe.

This can almost be said to be a completely one-sided bloody massacre, the Fire Tribe failed to steal chickens but instead lost a handful of rice, and after a battle, seventeen or eighteen people died, and four or five people became prisoners of the Shenlong Tribe. Judging from the blood feud between the two races, these captives will probably live better than die in the future, and there is no hope. In comparison, the losses on the Dragon Tribe's side were much less, except for three who were seriously injured and nine who were slightly injured, the rest of the people were basically unharmed. It seems that people still can't do bad things. Thinking that the young patriarch of the Agni Flame Tribe had a good life, but he just thought of the crooked idea of beating Asica, no, the fat meat in his mouth not only failed to eat in his mouth, but instead lifted a stone and hit his own foot, putting his own life on the line.