(When I got up, I found that I actually wrote Helan Marigold to death last night, and there was originally a scene of this fat man in the back, alas, death is death, who dies is not dead.) ）

The storm outside the camp was coming, and the big tent of the feast turned into a killing field first.

Helan Changchun was a killer and killed Helan Marigold in an extremely cruel way, this cunning and ferocious man was not inferior to his brother in the slightest, and his decisiveness and ruthlessness were eye-catching.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he actually remembered the mentor on Yin Mountain at this moment, didn't he finally take charge of the Daotong Mountain Gate by killing all his fellow disciples and brothers? Unlike the children who grew up in the two honeypots of Gao Ziyu and the little junior sister, Helan Changchun, who was like a jackal by nature, always had a strong guard against Chao Gui Valley, even if the other party always treated everyone equally and cultivated carefully.

The old king of Helan was once the top swordsman in the southern tribe of Helan Mountain, even if he was pampered for many years, a gold-handled scimitar never left his body, but the opportunity to use the knife became less and less, and this sharp murder weapon was no longer stained with the blood of brave soldiers on the battlefield.

What was devoured by the knife in his hand was just a poor person who had just been taken by the head of the girl ~ slave, which was a terrible depravity for a knife hand.

The old king of Helan roared again and again, brandishing a golden knife frantically, forcing the rebellious concubine who killed his blood relatives to retreat.

The few guards in the tent rushed towards Helan Changchun one after another, and the swords fell like rain.

The leaders who participated in the banquet didn't have time to be surprised, and as Helan Marigold's head fell to the ground, blood appeared among them!

Suddenly, several people pushed away the girl in their arms~ The slave stood up suddenly, drew his knife and slashed at the people around him, and a larger-scale killing feast also kicked off.

The sharp blade in the hand of a rebel pierced the poor girl~slave without hesitation, and then burrowed into the next fragile body, nailing her to death along with the noble head behind her.

Several leaders who reacted did the same, and violently pushed the female ~ slave in their arms towards the rebel, and the sharp knife followed, through the female slave's pink back, with deep fear and anger, sending the tip of the knife into the rebel's equally fragile body.

The leaders who had been drinking, laughing, and playing with slave girls did not hesitate to draw their swords against each other and fought together.

The leaders loyal to the old king of Helan had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, and a fierce knife went down, and in the screams, several rebels who fell to Helan Changchun were slaughtered.

Don't wait for everyone to breathe a sigh of relief, the mutation will rise again!

Someone from the same partner who had been resentful of the enemy was stabbed in the back again, and he was caught off guard, causing even more chaos and more tragic casualties.

The smile of the victor had not yet faded, and many of the leaders fell to the ground in amazement, never to get up again.

The foundation of trust collapsed in an instant, and everyone was fighting on their own, no longer daring to stand side by side with others. After a brief and fierce encounter, the killing came to a halt for a while, and no one wanted to continue this chaotic bloody battle that did not distinguish between friend and foe.

Under each other's wary gazes, the rebels silently gathered together and stood behind Helan Changchun, shielding him from the two wings and the threat from behind.

In just a few moments, the guards who rushed towards Helan Changchun were all lying on the ground.

With him as the center, countless broken limbs of all sizes, large and small, were scattered all over the place, and the leaders of Rao were shocked to see countless dead people.

"Hey, it seems that your master Zhou Ren is not useless. ”

The old king of Helan glanced at it, and his gaze crossed over many familiar faces, including the dead, the living, the loyal to himself, and the brazen rebellion, and finally fixed in front of him, the face of his concubine.

"Helan Changchun, my son, you have proven your strength. Now that Helan Marigold is dead, then you are my natural heir. Now I give you a chance to kneel down and swear allegiance to your father and to the king! Let Lao Dongran's men and horses retreat, and don't let the blood of the tribal warriors soak the land left to us by our ancestors!"

The four walls of the big tent were suddenly cut open by countless scimitars, and the outside of the tent was densely packed with guards, all wearing heavy armor and looking like wolves.

Without waiting for Helan Changchun to answer, the old king of Helan gave an order: "Except for my son, all the others will be killed!" Dare to coerce my son to swing a knife at me, I don't want anyone suspected to live!"

The guards silently crossed the virtual tent wall, and countless blades cut down the leaders who were either resigned to death or desperately resisted to the ground, and in the miserable screams and begging for mercy, none of the few female ~ slaves who survived the fight were spared.

After Helan Changchun killed Helan Marigold and the guards in the tent, he stood silently in place, ignoring the words of the old king of Helan.

When the subordinates who sacrificed their lives were defeated and retreated under the pressure of the iron guards, and when the loyal slaves prostrate their lifeless bodies at his feet, Helan Changchun finally spoke: "Father, do you want to compare and see if your guards kill me first, or if I take off your noble and arrogant head first?"

Old King Helan sighed, waved his hand to stop the actions of the guards, and said: "I was also given a golden sword by the Great Khan back then, and I tasted the powerful beauty of that realm, but now although I am injured and old, my eyes are not blind. In this small place, you have enough power to control your destiny, whether it's yours or mine. Say, what do you want?"

Helan Changchun bowed slightly: "Please ask my father to abdicate, and then take your 100,000 iron guards and Lao Dongran's 10,000 people to the south of the Southern Plains, the 10,000 grottoes at the northern foot of Yin Mountain." My Master, the Great Witch of Boyan and the sorcerers of the tribe will be waiting for you there. ”

The old king of Helan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled dejectedly, completely without the vigor of stepping on the back of the beauty and killing the knife in his palm before: "Before, I wondered why those sorcerers who jumped up and down all day were so silent at the moment, and Boyan finally accepted them into the shamanic religion." It turns out that your mentor is actually him, hey! That loyal dog of the Helan King's tent will overturn the Helan clan's foundation with his own hands sooner or later!"

He waved his hand: "It seems that Boyan's family has finally gained the upper hand among the elders, no wonder Lao Dongran is also willing to listen to your words and raise the evil wolf of the Shamanism with his own hands, phew! The cowardly wastes in the king's tent are confused! Damn! You have been smart since you were a child, and you were blinded by what?"

"Father, you are old, your minions are no longer sharp, your ambition is running out day by day, and your wise eyes can no longer penetrate the wind and grass on the grassland, let alone the turn of fate. ”

Helan Changchun stood up straight, his face was expressionless, but his eyes flashed with bright light: "I have seen some things, some things must be done by me, and becoming the king of the grasslands in the south of Helan Mountain is just the beginning." ”

After he finished speaking, he walked proudly, walked up to the old king of Helan who was holding the golden sword, and whispered in the ear of the old king of Helan: "Great Witch Boyan will help me gain strength comparable to that of the elders, enough to inherit your heroic career that you gave up halfway." ”

The old king of Helan, who subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife, was slightly stunned, and stared at Helan Changchun with the eyes of a madman: "In order to obtain enough power to seize power, he gave up Helan's surname, gave up the possibility of becoming a real patriarch and the long life that is enviable and enviable, do you want to follow his old path?"

Helan Changchun was slightly silent, and the corners of his mouth curved a shallow arc: "The old road may not be impossible." In the Zhou people, the realm higher than the Great Witch and lower than the Patriarch is called the half-step supernatural power, but the body of Master Boyan has the strength to rival the patriarch, and it is more powerful than the half-step supernatural power, I call this realm the Great Wish Demon God!"