Shiraishi's body changed so that he was a little caught off guard, and when he looked up at the sky, he didn't know where the old man was.

So he withdrew his gaze from the air and looked to the other side. When he looked at it, he saw countless eyes with killing and madness, all of which were thrown at him, making his body tremble, and subconsciously shook the bow and arrow in his hand, the bow and arrow under his grip, and a cold light seeped out, and the moment this cold light seeped out, around this bow and arrow, a thick liliang began to gather, making the blood in Baishi's body begin to boil, and in that eye, the two green flames that dispersed burned again!

This scene suddenly reminded him of the siege of himself in Dongchenzhuang. And under this siege, when he looked into the eyes of these people, he had a feeling, it was a memory, a memory from hatred!

And around Baishi, those phantoms from the warriors of the Yunhe tribe also disappeared one by one, just like Baishi at this moment, what he is facing is a tribe, and he wants to fight against a tribe with a person's liliang.

This is exactly what the third level is about!

At the same time, the man in white had retreated to his tribe and did not attack Baishi at this moment. But at this moment, after it retreated, several tribesmen in front of him suddenly raised the spears in their hands, and at the moment when they met Baishi's gaze, they suddenly stepped out and swarmed towards Baishi with the sound of fighting.

Shiraishi didn't retreat, his eyes focused on these phantoms, his footsteps suddenly stepped forward, and when he touched the rebounding force, his body suddenly jumped up, and at the moment of jumping, he jerked the bowstring, and with a buzzing echo, the sharp arrow in his hand had already roared out. Slammed into these phantoms, impaling eight figures in one fell swoop. made these people who were stabbed suddenly scream, their bodies turned into a trace of mist, and zuihou dissipated into the void.

It's just that if these tens of thousands of tribesmen are killed at such a speed, they don't know how long it will take. And this is just the beginning, in Bai Shi's heart, he vaguely feels that the cultivation of those phantoms behind him will be higher and higher.

At the same time when Baishi and these phantoms were in a kind of battle, in this Yunhe tribe, the wind and snow were still pervasive, and the heavy snow covered the Chiyan Peak, covering every tribe in the Chiyan Peak, and of course, including the Yunhe tribe. All the roofs of the houses in the Yunhe tribe were covered with thick snow, and the snow gave people a heavy feeling, even the snow on the ground was knee-deep, and the snow was only overnight......

If you don't look carefully, it is really difficult to find the location of this cloud crane tribe from this wind and snow at this moment.

But the wind and snow can't hide something after all. That is, on the battlefield ahead, the series of footprints, the blood left in the footprints, and the blood emanating from the void, as well as the bright red that melted the snow, that belongs to the bright red, belongs to those soldiers who are seriously injured or even dead, and has become the eternity in this wind and snow.

What the wind and snow can't hide is the crying sound from the Yunhe tribe, which echoes in the sky, but when people hear it, they know that the person who made this cry is just a child. If you know this person, it will not be difficult to know that this person is Ah Mao!

Mao's crying was heartbreaking, as if the crying was a little hoarse. In front of him lay a stretcher, on which lay a familiar man, whose clothes were soaked with blood, but whose expression was very serene, and whose eyes were closed.

This person is the father that Amurisi is looking forward to. This is the kind father who raised himself with careful care. The kind father who flew the kite with him. The father who coaxed himself to sleep would tell the story.

Now, everything is gone with the wind, and the wind and snow like this, like these four seasons, have become eternal. All that was left for Ah Mao was a corpse, a cold corpse, without the slightest temperature, without the feelings of the past. The cold wind at such a moment took everything away and left it cold.

The blood on the corpse's face had frozen into ice slag due to the cold, and even his entire body had been linked to the stretcher by ice. Mao shook the corpse and called his father's name, but he never woke up.

But his voice awakened the dusty hearts of every Yunhe tribe person, as if it had been melted, they surrounded the Yunhe tribe one by one, let the wind and snow beat, surrounded Ah Mao, their bodies trembled slightly, in Ah Mao's roar, they remained silent, and did not come forward to comfort, or they didn't know how to comfort.

But they gritted their teeth one by one, with madness in their eyes, but in their eyes, two lines of tears quietly slipped down.

Compared with the wind and snow piled up at this moment, their bodies seem to be colder, and this coldness belongs to a kind of cang, a kind of experience of years, a kind of attachment to their homeland, and a kind of memory of the death warrior......

Yunyan stood beside Ah Mao, tears flowed like water, she clearly remembered that yesterday Ah Mao was still at the door of the house, with longing, waiting for her father's return, with confusion in her eyes, belonging to Ah Mao's innocence and immaturity. I still remember this morning, Ah Mao said to himself with a smile with joy that he dreamed that his father had come back last night.

Now, just like Ah Mao's roar at this moment, the heart-rending cry dissipates with these sounds.

Ah Mao's little hands were already red from the cold, but he didn't seem to have a chance, and the pain in his heart made him forget everything, making him more crazy and resentful in his immature and innocent eyes.

Yunyan slowly squatted down, put her palm on Ah Mao's shoulder, and hugged Ah Mao tightly.

Ah Mao raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at Yunyan, and choked up: "Sister Yunyan, Abba is gone, Abba is gone." ”

Yunyan looked up at the sky, but actually took back some of the tears that flowed out: "Ah Mao, Abba didn't leave, Abba has been in the Yunhe tribe, he just went to a place temporarily, that place is called Heaven." Be as brave as Abba. Fight to protect your homeland, you are a man, a man, and shed fewer tears. ”

Ah Mao buried his head in Yunyan's arms, and met Yunyan's words, he did not answer, but cried to his heart's content. At this time, several warriors carried the stretcher away, and the patriarch, who had been standing in the distance, seemed to have a lot of courage and walked over slowly.

He looked at Ah Mao who buried his head in Yunyan's arms, his expression was a little more old, and even a little guilty, he clearly remembered that he told Ah Mao yesterday that his Abba would definitely come back.

"Mao. Frowning tightly, the patriarch's heart seemed very complicated, and he spoke softly.

Ah Mao's choked voice decreased a little, and he slowly stretched his head out of Yunyan's arms and looked at the much older patriarch.

"Ah Mao, do you hate the patriarch? The patriarch told you yesterday that your Abba would come back, but I didn't expect this result. Do you complain that the patriarch lied to you?" Before Ah Mao could speak, the patriarch said earnestly.

Ah Mao took two deep breaths, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and when he looked at the patriarch, he shook his head and said, "I don't hate you, you didn't lie to me, Abba is indeed back." Sister Yunyan said that Abba fought to protect his homeland and protect the Yunhe tribe. So, I don't hate you. It's just that Abba can't come back. ”

The patriarch showed a heavy smile, and that smile was full of kindness: "Ah Mao is sensible, Abba can't come back, but in this Yunhe tribe, we will all accompany you, so you won't be alone." Learn to grow up and be a brave warrior like your Abba. ”

Mao nodded, trying to control his emotions, trying to suppress his choked voice.

At the same time, at this moment, in the snow, two strong men came, these two strong men carried bows and arrows, their steps were strong and powerful, when they walked in front of the patriarch, they clasped their fists and bowed to him, and said: "Patriarch, if it drags on like this, the warriors of our Yunhe tribe will sacrifice more and more. It's better for us to go on the field to kill the enemy, and there is no need for any line of defense, let us fight, so that their vitality will be greatly damaged, perhaps, for our Yunhe tribe, there will be some benefits. ”

These two people are Ma Hui and Mu Zhen, their expressions are extremely solemn at this moment, and even on those cheeks, there are two obvious traces, and that trace belongs to the route of tears.

The patriarch took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Mu Zhen and Ma Hui, as if thinking about something.

"That's it, in this case, our Yunhe tribe is fighting against their Seven Evil tribes in all directions, not saving any strength, and fighting with them, if our Cloud Crane tribe really can't keep it, then their Seven Evil tribes will not be better off. ”

The patriarch said, a cold light oozed from his eyes, and the staff in his hand suddenly clenched it, and let out a buzzing sound, in this buzzing sound, in the palm of the patriarch's hand, the black staff had turned into a golden bow at this moment, diffusing a trace of breath, like a shocking coercion emanating out, making people breathe short!