Chapter 0245 Bone-eating and Blood-drinking Seven Killing Gods

If someone has seen the wolves chasing their prey in the ice and snow, they will find how similar the current situation is. The difference is that there are hundreds of wolves chasing at this moment, but the prey is only nine people walking.

At this time, the northern grassland horse has changed its mane in winter. The long but fine hair is that the horse looks a little bloated but provides durability in a low temperature environment that the southern horse does not have. Hundreds of cavalry, all-colored grassland horses, shouted and waved machetes to chase after them.

The sad cold wind with ice crystals makes people suffocating, but it can't stop the footsteps of the pursuers.

A flower drives extraordinaryly, and others are also walking vigorously. However, although their light skills can surpass the running horse in a short time, it can never last so long. Seeing the pursuers behind him getting closer and closer, one of them suddenly shouted, "General, take a step ahead!"

There is no need to explain. Zhuo Fan understood the choice they made, but he was still stunned. Soon after he got out of the customs, did he have to pay for it? Looking anxiously, I suddenly found a stone path in the distance, which was a narrow gap between the two hills. It is not important. It seems too flat and spacious, but it is the only terrain that can be relied on.

"Let's go together! Guard ahead!" He couldn't say a few words in the wind and snow. Zhuo Fan just shouted this sentence and covered his mouth and gasped.

The crowd immediately raised their strength, accelerated again, and rushed to the break through.

The pursuers behind saw that the prey could not escape at all, so that they could follow up slowly but unstoppably, and could even faintly hear the words of the Tart.

rushed into the pass, and the wind and snow were suddenly blocked by the mountain. Everyone's eyes lit up, but it turned out that this was not just a pass, but several hills behind the mountain, stretching together, forming a shallow valley that was not dangerous but tortuous. Zhuo Fan quickly looked at the terrain, and then turned around and said quickly, "A flower takes me forward! You wait for the palace to reject the enemy, let more than a dozen people in, and kill the horse!"

In one breath, a simple but complete plan was formed to stop the enemy from seizing the horse. The pursuers behind have approached, and even the sound of the horse's nose can be heard. Without hesitation, everyone immediately dispersed. A flower was extraordinary, and its body flashed and quickly disappeared at the corner of the valley in front of it. The seven masters also rushed in half way and lined up in the narrowest place. At this time, they took out their blades from the packages tightly tied behind them. The curved hook, three-section stick, glazed bang and iron ruler sword are all strange soldiers' blades, among which the most conspicuous are a shoulder-to-heavy and a bird cage, while the Tan-leg master took out a pair of leggings and tied them to his calves.

Obviously, the chasing wolves did not pay attention to their prey, and there was no scruples at all. They only heard a shout. The mouth of the valley was dark. First, more than a dozen Tartans wearing fur and spraying white fog in their mouths and mounts rushed in.

In the valley, the seven people stood still at equal intervals, just blocking the way. The wind and snow crossed the mountain and became gentle. The snowflakes fell into the valley and were suddenly turned over again by the valley wind. These seven people seem to have stood here for a long time, turning into rocks, and no intrusion can be disturbed.

The leading har� was also suppressed by this unexpected situation, strangled the horse's head, and became large in large quantities far away. Suddenly, someone shouted in the middle of the Tatar rushing in and pointed to the valley, where a clear trace of new life was very eye-catching on the snow. And the number of people in front of them is not the same as the number of people who just chased.

The soldiers shouted angrily. It turned out that these dead guys were covering the escape of others. The two escaped people must be important figures of the Han people.

Soon, the angry horses raised their hoofs, and more than a dozen of the first tars who rushed into the valley rushed over first, and the anger and shame that were teased must be washed with blood.

The seven people did not move at all, and the tars rode their horses to charge. The two sides approached quickly, and if there was a sharp arrow, they would nail the target.

At the moment when the two sides were about to contact, it suddenly became empty in front of the soldiers, and only the wind and snow rolled on their faces, as if nothing had been stopped there.

The immediate Taran soldiers were stunned, turned around and were surprised to find that the seven people were still standing there motionless, as if they had never moved. At this time, the Tahs behind shouted loudly. These more than a dozen Tahs began to slow down. Hearing this, they again accelerated their horses and rushed into the valley along the traces of the ground, and soon disappeared at the corner.

There were many Tarots in the brigade, shouted and directly rushed over. These seven ignorant Han barbarians directly stepped on the meat sauce.

This time, the seven people finally made a move. Suddenly, there was a long roar in unison. Several horses running in front of them suddenly stopped in shock and then got up. The superb Tatar rider did not fall down and grabbed the reins, but several people directly overturned the horse and smashed it into the snow.

The snowflakes flying in the air and blocking people's sight were blown upside down by the roar, and the seven figures rushed straight into the angry horses in the flying snowflakes.

The curved knife flashed, which was a flip on one side of the double hook. In response, two black objects rose to the sky and sprinkled countless bright red snowflakes. The rider who lost his head was still instigating the mount to rush over.

With a wind roar, a lightning-like shadow rose from the ground, and a three-section stick was like a deadly attack by a scorpion lying on the road. A rider snorted and flew backwards directly. He was still spewing blood in the air, as if the blood in his body was tired of following the rules all year round, all of them Come out and breathe.

Where the glazed pang passed, not only fireworks-like blood splashed, but also large pieces of flesh and blood, which were directly torn from the limbs. There was no fierce knife light between the iron ruler flashing, and every swallowing made a slight sound of broken throat.

What is strange is the big scary heavy sword and the bird cage that doesn't look like a blade but a little funny.

The owner of the epee is thick and low, and even his striking posture is very strange. Unexpectedly, it was spinning, like dancing a strange and funny dance, from the first step of the impact, and the two companions next to him actually opened a certain distance from him. When he rushed into the horse group, his whole body had turned into a gyro, but the gyro carried a terrible cold light. The thick and terrible heavy sword higher than his shoulder had turned into a circle of knife light. Wherever it passes, whether it is a man or a horse, whether it is a round wooden shield or a hard blade, it is completely blocked by this knife. The blade armor was thrown away and turned into scrap iron, while people or horses were separated, and what came out were blood, white bones and belly.

The Taran soldier finally understood why the epee's companion also distanced himself from him. When he met such an opponent, no one wanted to block the road of the epee. However, I wanted to escape, but I saw a bird cage. It was the bird cage that suddenly turned into countless splits, as if they would hit their heads from anywhere. Not only people have this illusion, but also those horses slowed down one after another, as if they were dazzled by the rotating bird cage almost in front of them. At this time, some Tatari soldiers had changed from disdain at the beginning to liver and gallbladder. Some people shouted and waved knives at the bird cage in front of them, but this phantom-like bird cage was not just a phantom. A few screams seemed to sound at the same time. Several arms, arms holding the machete flew up and fell far away. On the side of the hillside, it was wrapped in snow and slowly rolled down.

In contrast, Tan's master seems to be the weakest direction, and he seems to have the least deterrent in his empty hand. With his head down, he, who was unarmed, deliberately sent his most dangerous head, and his legs rushed into the horse group like lightning. The immediate Taran soldiers saw that the head was more eye-catching than the wooden stakes practiced and cut them with a knife. However, without waiting for the pleasure of cutting the knife into the bone, a foot suddenly appeared in front of him. Wearing ordinary warm leather boots, you can even clearly see the rolled white wool at the mouth of the boot.

"Pa!", it's not the sound of any other heavy hitting, but the crisp sound of kicking a watermelon, with the crisp sound of broken melons. The Tasan soldier did not cut off the other party's head, but his head suddenly became a flying object. This seemingly fluttering foot actually had the effect of a hundred catties of vertebra.

Seven figures rushed into the horse group, as if pulled into seven straight figures, but brought up the bloody wind. In the wind and snow, the vast white sky and the rare warm haven in the storm, suddenly turned into a Shura hell spreading flesh and blood flowers and ravaging the blood of life.

I thought I had caught the delicious lambs, but I didn't expect to chase the terrible lions. Yes, the lions, these are not those weak Dahua Han people, but the terrible Western Region lions in the Western Regions grassland. They are definitely not ordinary people. No, they must be demons. This is the feeling of the Taritan officer with several followers in the command of Taniguchi at this time.

Suddenly there was silence in the valley, and the seven demons stopped at the same time. Behind them, in front of them were snow that had been dyed red by blood and internal organs, and on the blood-red mud, there were seven bloody killing gods!

The turret cavalry was still pouring in one after another, but all of them were shocked by the scene in front of them and coincidentally filled up. Suddenly, the taran officer's eyes narrowed, and in the bright snow on both sides, the chests of the seven demons were heaving violently.

Whether it is the prey or your own blood, it will also arouse the bloodthirsty nature of wolves. The prairie wolf also has its own pride. In the face of a strong enemy, even in the face of hell killing, even if he fights his life, he will bite his sharp teeth into the enemy's body. Because they know that their sacrifice will give their companions a chance to kill strong enemies.

The rarely used horn finally sounded, and all the Tasars seemed to suddenly gain magical power. With a shout, they shouted and rushed to the seven people in front of them with an almost torn mouth.