Chapter 051 Escape [One Update]

The one blocked at the door was the strong man among the three elders who appeared when ** attacked Wu Heixiong. At this time, the strong man held a bone gun and was bathed in blood, obviously killing many people. The entrance was smashed by Chang Heng, and an accident happened to the place where he perceived the most precious treasures of his tribe. He hurried to check, but just blocked the player back.

This is a strong man in the witch realm, which is not enough to make Chang Heng and Mr. Jian unable to compete. The two sneered at the same time and did it at the same time. The difference is that Chang Heng retreated, smashed the wall of the wooden house and rushed out, while the sword prince waved his sword to kill the old man.

"Idiot." Chang Heng cursed secretly and had no choice but to take out the Xuantie long gun and rushed back. Countless flames surrounded him, and finally condensed together on his shoulder, faintly condensing the appearance of two fire snakes.

At this time, the sword prince has been fighting with the other party, and from time to time there is a muffled hum from the sword prince's mouth. Mr. Jian is indeed powerful, but the other party is a higher than him. If he escapes, he is still a little sure. If he fights hard with the other party, he is really looking for death.

Seeing that the most precious storage space of the tribe was broken in front of his eyes, the strong man of the black wind tribe roared, and a cyan fury shot out from the tip of the gun. All the obstacles along the way were smashed by the cyan fury, and a deep trace appeared on the ground. Mr. Jian only had time to split a sword, and was hit on his body by the cyan rush. His sternum clicked, and suddenly recessed three points. The blood spit out for free, and Mr. Jian flew back.

The player on the ground also suffered, and the cyan rush just passed above him, almost cutting him in half. Even though he tried his best to dodge, at least seven or eight catties of meat were scraped from his body and almost fainted in pain.

"Let's go." As soon as Chang Heng rushed in, he saw Mr. Jian flying backwards and reaching out to hug Mr. Jian. Chang Heng turned around and left.

"You two bastards, if it's not you, how could I be seriously injured by him? We have to walk together, and we have to die together." The player on the ground shouted hatefully, regardless of the blood sprayed on his body. He spread his hands on the ground, skimmed flat, and flew over and hugged Chang Heng's waist.

"You bastard, let go." Chang Heng was so angry that he kicked the player in the chest.

He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. The player hugged Chang Heng's waist and couldn't let go, and his face looked ferocious: "Either take me away or we will be finished together."

He put the black iron long gun into the skull of the beast. Chang Heng held the seriously injured sword prince with his left hand, dragged the player with his right hand, cursed in his mouth, and rushed out.

"Die for me." The old man stepped more than ten meters and came behind Chang Heng. The long gun was picked up, and the tip of the gun brought a blue light curtain. He came to Chang Heng's back and was about to pierce his heart.

With a tink, a fist-sized hard shell stopped at the tip of the gun. Chang Heng only felt that his back heart seemed to be hammered with a sledgehammer, and his body staggered two steps and almost fell down. Several cracks appeared on the hard shell that blocked the gun. The little turtle tightly grasped Chang Heng's leather robe, poked out its head, and grinned at the old man.

At this time, the whole Heifeng tribe was in chaos and paid a lot of price. The Xiongling tribe finally invaded the hinterland of the Heifeng tribe and launched a street battle with the remaining soldiers of the Heifeng tribe.

"Kill, kill all the owners of the Black Wind tribe, and plunder all their wealth."

"Revenge for the elders and destroy the Black Wind tribe."

Compared with the excitement of the Xiongling tribe warriors, the Black Wind tribe belongs to the battle of mourners. The gate was broken and the home was almost gone. Once the Xiongling tribe occupied the place where they lived for generations, even if they were not killed and lost the protection of the tribe, these remaining old and weak women and children had no strength to survive in the wild beasts.

From 80 old men to seven or eight-year-old children, everyone who can hold knives, dance with guns, and open bows stand up and fight against the attack of the Xiongling tribe. But they also know that before long, the whole Black Wind tribe will disappear, and the high flag will become the Xiongling tribe, but they dare not think about it.

Chang Heng took the two to run quickly in the melee, looking for a large number of people to drill. From time to time, they were shot by arrows, almost hurting them. The old black wind tribe behind him was furious, and a cyan wind wrapped around his body and quickly chased Chang Heng with him. If the soldiers of the Xiongling tribe had not come out to stop it from time to time, Chang Heng would have been caught up by him and died.

"It's awesome, it's worthy of the power of Wujing." The sword man woke up leisurely and still held the long sword in his hand.

"Brother, please tell me the next time you want to die and let me go first." Seeing the indifferent look on Mr. Jian's face, Chang Heng just wanted to throw him away at the old black wind tribe behind.

"This big brother, my name is Hand under the Night. You can call me Little Hand and make friends. How did you break the entrance to the storage space? It took me a lot of effort to untie it. In the future, we will cooperate, if..." At this time, the player in Chang Heng's right hand looked excited and stared at Chang Heng.

Taking a deep breath, Chang Heng said fiercely, "If you don't want to be thrown out by me as a sandbag, just shut up."

Sword prince and the player shut up at the same time. Chang Heng took the two to rush left and right, rushing into the most chaotic place in the entrance.

The old man of the Black Wind tribe couldn't catch up with Chang Heng and roared in a hurry: "Catch those little thieves, they entered the storage space and stole the most precious things in our tribe."

The voice was loud and almost spread to the whole Heifeng tribe. The chaotic battlefield calmed down in an instant, and the soldiers fighting with each other were also fixed, and their eyes were on Chang Heng.

Chang Heng's heart sank and saw that both the warriors of the Xiongling tribe and the warriors of the Heifeng tribe were rushing towards them. The bright bone knife gun reflected a cold light, almost reflecting Chang Heng's eyes.

"It's not a good thing to give it back to you." At this time, the hand under the night pulled a string of jade necklace from his neck and threw it to the place with the most people.

This necklace flashes colorfully, and every jade on it is crystal and moist, and there are faint clouds and smoke flowing inside. As soon as the necklace fell into the crowd, there was an looting, and some soldiers of the Xiongling tribe even moved knives at their own people.

"For you, I don't want it for you." Every time you lose one, your hand will hurt in the night. When you throw away all the things wrapped around your body and watch the soldiers of the two tribes fight hard but put them on these thrown things, the hands under the night look at Chang Heng pitifully: "Brother, I'm out of my money. You have to give me something later. Compensation."