Chapter 1622

As soon as ezawa Wende's voice fell, there was no sound in the vast wilderness.

"You What do you mean? "

Some people speak hard.

At this moment, everyone felt something was wrong.

Because yizewende clearly did not care about the death of the red stone soldiers, let alone the war damage of other tribes.

"What do you mean? Ha, of course, you're all dead

Izewand burst out laughing.

Clattered, the nearby soldiers all gathered around, and all the red stone crossbows were taken out and aimed at the eight patriarchs.

Among them, the patriarchs of the two tribes, Heishui and Qingya, trembled with anger, and fixed their eyes on izewand with a biting eye, but the latter obviously didn't care.

"I urge you to accompany me through this wonderful play. You will be witnesses of the history of Mansheng star."

Izewand's face is expressionless, and his tone is chilly.

"Manshengxing?"

"Yes, it's the name of the planet." A cold smile rose from the corner of izerwind's mouth.

"Who the hell are you?"

A violent drink, the head of Cuiyue tribe roared and rushed out.

He participated in the encirclement in order to seek a strong backing for the people.

But now, what does he see?

A madman wants his tribe's elite to be wiped out.

This is absolutely not allowed.

In front of him, the shadow flashed. All the people saw was that he was standing in a big depression. Then the whole person rolled back into the air, and his right leg made a 180 degree chopping strike in the air.

Boom!

Later, first come.

The head of the Cuiyue tribe was half a head higher than izewande, reaching 195 cm. The explosive power of the sprint moment was obviously not weak.

But at this moment, only one foot was chopped down like a Tomahawk and fell again on the head of Cuiyue clan leader.

Click -

bang!

The head was smashed like a mallet, and the plasma spattered, and the remaining bones were instantly crushed into the chest cavity.

A dead body fell to the ground.

The momentum of thunder.

It all happened in a flash.

The remaining seven patriarchs looked at the corpse with sad eyes.

"Watch it, but I don't want you to end up with him."

"Well, drag it on."

With a snap of fingers, several soldiers came forward and dragged the body away.

It's like nothing happened.

But the fighting on the battlefield continues.

"Crazy?"

"What kind of medicine did basil lacao take, and will he consume all his people here?"

After cutting through the kilometer distance, Alva looked at the large number of people and horses who did not retreat in front of him.

In his impression, the fighting style of Hongshi is not like this.

"Can you keep going?" Isaiah looked around.

"Yes

"There are no dead soldiers of Baijia nationality!"

A burst of laughter, these even killed some exhausted soldiers one after another.

"Then continue to kill!"

So the Chongzhou regiment continued to kill after a short period of stagnation.

At the same time, fighting at high altitude is faster.

Blood rained down.

Evil wing, a mechanical life dragon, has a crushing body when facing the flesh and blood creature green bat.

The attack of the green bat is just tickling, far less terrifying than those black wood cannon beasts.

But the black wood cannon beast was killed by Mu fan.

Now the Hongshi people have lost the biggest dependence to restrict the evil wing.

One claw smashed down, a green bat was caught in thin pieces.

Mu fan, dressed in dragon riding armor, is half lying on the back of the dragon, and his brows can't help but wrinkle.

This battle

He didn't understand.

Knowing that it is inevitable to die, but just like crazy in the same death.

Tens of thousands of troops are absolutely epic scale on this primitive planet.

According to the understanding of these days, he knows that even thousands of people's fighting is extremely rare.

Each tribe cherishes the number of its own people.

Should not

The master of the Redstone tribe should not be so irrational.

Mu fan always felt that there was something wrong with this, but he couldn't get the clue after careful thinking.

In the process of fighting with those green bats excitedly, Mu fan asks the black about his doubts. To be exact, he asks a soldier with long experience

Immortal Protoss, mohanda!"The more backward the civilization is, the stronger the fighting instinct will be. This feeling should be to achieve some higher goal, otherwise this kind of fight is meaningless. "

"The layout of the war should be for a larger goal, which is attractive enough to fill the lives of countless clansmen."

In the virtual space, the dark green eyes under the cloak look straight ahead, and a short two sentences can penetrate the mist in front of Mufan.

Bigger goal!?

Enough to make so many tribes lose their lives

What will it be!

Now that the outcome of the war is in front of us, there is only the last thin layer of yarn left. As long as you tear it, you can see what the other party is doing.

Mu fan has already faintly felt some kind of uneasiness, which is his keen intuition in faintly reminding himself.

The killing will continue.

It's just that the speed needs to be improved.

When you hold your palm tightly, you can infuse your eyes, and the clear breath covers your brain.

Absolutely calm.

"Evil wing, look for the other party's command center."

Ang! ~

the long and powerful howling sound resounded through the sky.

At Mu fan's command, evil wings flapped their huge wings, no longer fighting with these green bats in all directions. The lantern's big eyes looked straight into the distance, and the airflow on both sides became violent.

The cold wind was broken and his body was like an arrow.

A straight path of blood began to emerge in mid air.

Those green bat soldiers seem to have noticed that they are wrong and start to rush to the front of the direction of the evil wing charge.

Ground.

Alva and Isaiah looked up in the middle of the killing.

"Mu fan rushed forward. Did he find anything?"

"We broke through the past and supported him."

In just two or three seconds, they made a decision.

Mufan alone to the rear of the camp, even if there is a terrible dragon, they can not let Mu fan alone to risk.

The two men took back their sight and looked forward again. With another loud roar, the rushing boat troops thrust forward like an arrow.

"Kill!"

……

The fight continues.

With Hongshi, Heishui and Qingya tribes as the core, the vanguard army could not resist the heavy casualties.

Facing the indefatigable, will not be injured, kills the astonishing white armor soldier, they thoroughly chills.

Therefore, once a failure occurs, it is like a burst of water and out of control.

The number of wounded and killed soldiers increased further after the routs collided with the reinforcements from the rear.

Several patriarchs on the high platform had their teeth creaking and their eyes were full of blood.

Just a moment ago, the head of a small tribe of the sulfur light clan was shot and killed by a red stone poison arrow.

They have six left

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