Qi Qige looked stupidly at the black wave that suddenly emerged from the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Boundless, she swore that she had never seen so many people in her short life, just as she sang in the song.

The Great Demon King wielded a steel sword,

His knights' eyes gleamed with blood,

Children are their delicacy,

Women prostrate at their feet,

They erected the men with stakes one by one.

The screams were the wine they were excited about.

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While Qiqige was still stupid, her arm was suddenly grabbed by a strong hand, and Qiqige turned around tremblingly to find that it was her father, who was holding a brown-gray horse with his brother sitting on the horse's back. He was only ten years old.

Without a superfluous word, Abba lifted her up and put her on horseback, and Abba shouted, "To live!"

The big powerful hands hit the horse's buttocks, and the horse neighed, and the horse galloped wildly.

In a panic, Qiqige turned his head and found that Abba had taken out the scimitar from his back, standing there like a warrior lover he was fascinated by.

At this time, Qiqige realized that his father was also a warrior.

Among the tribes, the sound of horses sounded one after another, and fast horses rushed out of the tribe.

Qi Qige shed tears in pain, she knew that after today, there would be no Nayan tribe in the grassland.

Just as she chewed the pain and stopped looking at the tribe.

The sound of eagle chirping sounded intensively, and he wondered how there could be so many eagles at this time.

However, it didn't take long for her to understand.

One after another galloping fast horses suddenly fell, and many of the people on the horseback fell directly to their bones and tendons, and the dazzling white bones made them terrified.

From time to time, the screams were like a trumpet from hell.

Suddenly, Qiqige felt weightless, and before he had time to think about it, Qiqige hugged his younger brother tightly in his arms, and a sharp pain came from his shoulder, and then, the world was spinning, and his whole body seemed to fall apart.

Several of the heads of the men sitting on the horses put down their bows and arrows with hideous faces, in front of them, these steppe barbarians still want to escape, it is really a fantasy.

Those heads are all meritorious deeds.

"Quick, speed up!"

The urging shouts continued to sound in the martial arts army.

Like a hungry wolf that has not eaten for days, they pounce on their prey.

"Get out!" Some people with strong martial arts saw the people in front of them blocking the way, and directly stepped on him and rushed over.

It's too dense, and it's not too crowded.

The fallen people didn't even have time to howl, and they were trampled into meat sauce by countless people in the rear.

The friend of the dead man can only remember the person who overthrew him with hatred in his heart, and it is impossible to take revenge now.

When he was about to reach the tribe, he rushed to the forefront, rode his horse and rushed out, and the sword on his back was pulled out in his hand, and his eyes were full of murder.

At this time, in front of the tribe, there were already men standing full, not many, only four or five hundred, some of whom were already old and needed crutches, and some were only fourteen or fifteen years old.

When the fast horses arrived, the steppe barbarians rushed forward one by one howling, and the rudimentary weapons in their hands could not help these masters of martial arts in the slightest.

The fast horse was like a speeding car, knocking one steppe barbarian after another into a long distance.

The sword slashed through the hand as easily as a piece of paper.

This is just an ordinary tribe, and their strongest people only have the realm of physical training, how can they make the opponent of the refining qi martial artist.

The huge sword qi swept through, and wherever the sword qi went, the blood pillars suddenly soared into the sky, and the pungent smell of blood did not make these red-eyed leaders feel the slightest compassion, but made them even more crazy.

Tightly these twenty or so heads, after a charge, there are very few people who can stand.

At this time, the army finally arrived.

They are still depressed, and they need blood to stimulate their long-lonely hearts. Like madmen, like demons, the sword in their hands, the sword in their hands, fell on one flesh after another, even if that body was dead for a long time.

They rushed into the tribe and brought out women and children from tents.

A man with a scar on his face suddenly found that the barbarian girl in his hand was still a little beautiful, so he carried her into the tent with a hideous face, and the barbarian girl wailed and screamed, not only could not get help, but attracted more demons with a ghostly light in their eyes.

A swordsman from the Five Tiger Gate looked at the corpses lying around in the tribe, and a trace of dazedness flashed in his eyes.

But he wasn't reflecting on whether their actions at this time had nothing to do with the robbers, it was because he still had a merit in his hands.

Long before they set out, they knew that the military merit recorder only relied on the enemy's left ear to record his exploits, and if he didn't have the left ear, it would be useless to kill as many people as he wanted.

At this time, the swordsman's eyes lit up, and he saw a pair of glasses in a pile of hay, and those eyes were full of fear and tears.

The swordsman strode forward and kicked in the air, sending hay flying in the sky, revealing two figures inside, a mother with a child in her arms.

The knife man laughed, grabbed the child by the neck, and pulled him out of his mother's arms, and turned out to be only a five or six-year-old doll.

The sharp pain and suffocation in his neck caused him to struggle incessantly, and his mother tried to save him, but was trampled under the feet of the knifeman.

The swordsman smiled hideously, waved the steel knife in his hand, and one left ear flew in the air, he shook it casually, threw the boy in his hand out more than ten zhang, and smashed his head on a wooden stake, directly bursting his brain, and then there was no sound.

The hot blood of the parent and child sprinkled on the mother's face made her crazy.

She looked hideous, and shouted in a language that the swordsman didn't understand, but the swordsman knew that it wasn't a nice word.

Putting away the left ear, the knife man looked at the young mother, his eyes lit up, but her waving hands kept grabbing her legs, the knife man frowned, the steel knife in his hand fell, and with a series of screams, the two arms flew far away.

The swordsman leaned down and tore open the young mother's weak linen clothes.

Qiqige was naked, covered in blood, but her eyes were numb, and dozens of wolf-like demons around her surrounded her with lewd smiles, but she just stared blankly at her brother's detached head, which was facing the sky, and her mouth and eyes were wide open, as if she wanted to say something.

This scene is played out everywhere in the Nayan tribe. It seems that this kind of thing has long since disappeared from this group of demons.

The Tianliu Sect Master frowned and watched all this quietly, his face expressionless.

There were screams, wails, and the sounds of fighting for snatching women, but none of these sounds could shake the iron heart of the Tianliu Sect Master.

Fu Zuo frowned, even if the emperor asked him to pretend to be dumb, but at this time, he was still stunned by the scene in front of him, is this still a decent person full of benevolence, righteousness and morality? Could it be that they are really just a group of hypocrites dressed in hypocrisy as the emperor said.

"Alliance leader!" Fu Zuo really couldn't stand it anymore, so he was going to speak, and he couldn't be a dumb person anymore.

The Tianliu Sect Lord glanced at him coldly, and he couldn't speak anymore, the coercion of practicing the gods and returning to the void was not something he could bear.

"There is never justice in war. The Tianliu Sect Lord said coldly, but this sentence, I don't know if he said it to himself, or to Fu Zuo, or just an excuse.