Chapter 86 Chasing from Montenegro!

The north wind sobbed and blew up the snow on the ground of the jungle. The snow fluttered in the wind, as if it had no roots. I didn't know where to go, like the crowd under the snowflake, slowly away from the tribes that lived for generations, and walked silently in this jungle.

Gradually, no one spoke, even the crying of the child Laz, which came from that time, quickly stopped, or was comforted by his relatives, or gritted his teeth, turning the sadness into firmness and hatred.

Hundreds of people, most of them are ordinary people, and there are also old, weak, sick and disabled. The walking speed can't get up quickly. In addition, the cold wind is piercing, and the snow on the ground is very thick, which makes the speed slower.

The barbarians of the Wushan Department around them, one by one, are in the sadness, with vigilance. They dare not relax at all, because there will be a battle of life and death at any time. Once they die, without protection, they will be vulnerable.

Su Ming held the little girl in her arms. She grabbed Su Ming's clothes. It seemed to be very cold in the cold wind, but what was colder was her dream... However, perhaps because of the warmth in Su Ming's arms, the child slowly calmed down. Gradually, it seemed to be quiet in the dream, but the tears at the It will still flow down from time to time.

Gently holding the child, Su Ming stepped on the snow of the earth and walked forward. His eyes kept looking around. When he saw the familiar people next to him, he saw the sadness, the parting and reluctance, and the persistence and firmness.

Gritting his teeth, Su Ming's eyes were full of hatred. Step by step, he walked forward silently, and sometimes stepped forward to support some old and weak people to help them tremble and walk faster on the snow.

"According to the speed of the clan day and night, it will take three days to reach the Fengzhen tribe at the earliest, three days... I don't know if I can still live after walking there... How many..." Su Ming's heart was dripping blood. What he was afraid of was not his own crisis, but the familiar faces. Three days later, I will never see it again.

Su Ming knew that if there was any method, the old man would use it to let the clan go to the wind quickly, but although the black python is fast, it can't take too many people at a time, not to mention that because of the sky, ordinary people can't afford it at all, and it needs several strong people to guard it.

But now in the tribe, once several strong people are left, the rest of them will be difficult to survive.

"Ama..." Su Ming was silent. The little girl in his arms muttered in her dream and hugged Su Ming's neck, as if once she was released, she would lose her peace.

"I really should come back!" Su Ming gently patted the child on the back in his arms.

Time passed slowly, and the day was about to reach dusk. The people who migrated from Wushan were already far away from their homes. In the cold, in the depths of the jungle, when they gritted their teeth and persisted forward, suddenly there was a shocking shrill whistle behind the crowd!

The whistle was harsh, and suddenly, there were bursts of excited roars. At the same time, in the jungle in the distance behind, figures galloped in.

In an instant, almost everyone in the whole Wushan Department was shocked. Grandpa's eyes showed a cold light. The barbarians around him, as well as the chiefs and others, all looked murderous at this moment.

The people, trembling one by one, were surrounded by the shadow of fear and death. They were afraid, and their cries couldn't help coming out, as if there was chaos.

"Other people don't move, continue to guard the clansmen moving forward, the tribe protects the descendants, and kill the enemy with me!" Grandpa immediately issued a low roaring order.

Su Ming let the little girl in his arms be held by an ordinary clan next to him. He was about to move. When he heard Grandpa's words, he stopped and gritted his teeth fiercely. Under the leadership of the patriarch, he guarded the clan to move forward quickly. Behind them, Grandpa and the seven tribal barbarians stood there, looking The wall that blocks the enemy's tide!

The sound of roars swirling in an instant, but in the jungle behind, more than 20 people from Montenegro rushed out. So many barbarians appeared, which shocked Su Ming's heart.

You should know that there are only more than 30 barbarians in the Wushan Department, but now, more than 20 barbarians have been dispatched in an attack by the Black Mountain Department, which makes him unbelievable.

Most of these barbarians are people with four or five layers of blood clotting, but five people have reached the sixth layer of blood clotting, and three people have reached the seventh level of blood clotting.

There is no eighth floor, but in the front of these people, there are two men in black robes. Their clothes are completely different from those of the Black Mountain Department. While they seem to be out of place, they show the magnificent power of Qi and blood that makes Su Ming's eyes contract their pupils.

This power of qi and blood is beyond the head and mountain marks, beyond the patriarch. Their cultivation and the countless blood all over their bodies are actually the late coagulation period of the tenth floor!

But Su Ming saw that these two black-robed men, whose eyes were dark and godless, were obviously different from normal people, but their actions were quite flexible. Under the leadership of the two of them, these more than 20 Montenegrin barbarians rushed to the Grand Duke and others with ferocious, excited and bloodthirsty killing.

There were also strange roars in their mouths, which were heard in the ears of ordinary people, making their bodies tremble and frightened.

"Go!" Grandpa turned around and spoke in a low voice. He turned around and took a step towards the coming Black Mountain barbarians. With a big swing, the black wind went out of the air and rolled up in all directions, causing a lot of snow around him to go straight to the more than 20 Black Mountain barbarians.

The goal of the two black men in the late coagulation period was extremely clear. They did not look at others, but the blood line of their whole body burst out. While blooming dazzling blood, they rushed into the black wind and went straight to Grandpa in the echo of the sound of bang.

The rest of the barbarians, when the black wind swept, suddenly seven or eight people spewed out blood, and their bodies collapsed directly in trembling, bursting into a large amount of flesh and blood, and suddenly a bloody breath spread around.

Killing, it's starting!

Except for Grandpa, there are only seven of the Wushan people guarding behind. They look determined and have no intention of retreating at all. Behind them are their people and their relatives. They can't retreat, and they can't retreat!

With sadness and determination, the seven people looked up to the sky and roared and rushed to the more than a dozen barbarians who came. They wanted to drag these people desperately to buy time for the people behind them!

Their cultivation is not high. The strongest person is the seventh level of the blood clotting realm. Most of the rest are about the fifth level. But at this moment, there is an indescribable momentum on them. This momentum is to guard the home, this momentum is to guard the clan. This momentum is indelible even if it dies, even if Broken bones, you can't allow the enemy to take a step!

This is a human wall cast with their flesh and blood. This is to draw a ravine with their lives. This is to use their souls to burst out madness. This is their choice!

Su Ming's eyes were red. Not only him, but most of the barbarians around him were crazy. Even among those ordinary people, many people roared. They were going to fight!

"Don't look at it. Your task is to guard the migration of the clan. Let's... go!!" At the moment when Su Ming and others seemed to be unable to control themselves to rush back to fight, the patriarch in the forefront showed decisiveness in his eyes, but the decisive depths were the same sadness.

He is the patriarch of the Wushan Department. His task is to let more people in the Wushan Department live, so that the Wushan Department can continue...

Su Ming clenched his fist fiercely, his eyes were red, and his murderousness had to be suppressed. He looked at the seven clans dozens of feet away behind him. The Black Mountain barbarians who were shouted by more than a dozen monsters approached like a flood. With the roar echoed, Su Ming clearly saw a clan spewing blood, and his When Zi staggered back a few steps, he stopped, but his legs collapsed, but he was ferocious. In the roar, he hit the head of the enemy approaching him with excitement and killing, and opened his mouth. In the horror and sad screams of the barbarians in the Black Mountain, he bit the man's neck and tore it off. A large piece of flesh and blood.

The big man in the Black Mountain looked frightened, and his neck was blurred. He punched the barbarian in the chest of the Wushan Department with a scream, making the barbarian spit out blood, but he swallowed the flesh and blood in his mouth ferociously. The cruel expression and the crazy behavior made the black man tremble in his heart

At this moment, the Wushan tribe man who swallowed the flesh and blood suddenly turned around and glanced at the distant crowd. He seemed to see the crowd. Looking at his Su Ming, he smiled gently at the corners of his mouth. He was a man in his thirties. In his eyes, Su Ming was a child.

The smile, like the kindness of the elders, is completely different from the previous ferocity. After that smile, the man turned around. At the moment of closing his eyes, the blood line of his whole body burst in an instant, which even touched his whole body, making his body collapse at this moment. The violent sound turned into a shocking sound, and his body burst In an instant, the black-necked black-necked man closest to him, with endless panic in his eyes, wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

This is... blood line self-explosion!! This is the last sound of life made with flesh and blood. This voice tells all the Black Mountain tribesmen who came after them that you have to pay an unimaginable price to destroy the Wushan Department!

In the roar, the big man in the Black Mountain spewed out blood, and his arms collapsed. He reluctantly retreated, but lost all his fighting spirit. His heart was trembling, and he was afraid.

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