Chapter 133

The fetuses of that place looked dignified, and the big man in front of him put too much pressure on him.

With one sword, as long as it's not the key, the other party won't hide or flash at all, and directly exchange the injury for the injury.

"Sir, where's my axe? Who threw it to me?" Hongbao was a little annoyed and roared when he couldn't take the offering.

"Then, my Lord." Immediately someone left the regiment and ran to a distance. He came back with an axe and threw it in this direction.

Now the overall situation has been decided. There are no more than 30 Knights alive, and they are still decreasing rapidly. They can't even run away.

Even if the horse runs away, someone will shoot down with a bow and arrow.

The remaining manpower has no pressure on the ancient people in the field.

Hongbao's opponent naturally didn't want him to receive it. Now one axe can't stand it. But seeing that the other party hasn't made much effort, if two axes can't stand it.

"Did the seventh Prince run away? As long as he ran away, he could leave." The offering thought in his heart, but he couldn't see it from his point of view. The seventh prince had long been stopped.

When the worshiper saw the two people in front of him, he directly put the seven princes aside and whispered, "Your Highness, you go first."

The seventh Prince bit his teeth and left quickly without looking back.

He couldn't understand why these people came to kill themselves. He could send so many experts except Qi Zixiao.

And these people don't seem to be in the army, that is, Qi Zixiao wants to kill himself.

Why? Her talent is not high, she is not outstanding among the eleven brothers, and she hasn't done anything to offend Qi Zixiao. Why did she kill herself?

The seventh Prince is about to break his teeth. Although he doesn't know why, as long as he can go back alive, he will definitely avenge today.

Seeing that the seventh prince was about to disappear into the jungle, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking the air behind him, jumped to one side, and then gave a scream.

The thigh was directly pierced by a javelin and even the bone was broken.

Step by step came a big man with five animal claw scars on his face. If the claw marks were deeper, I'm afraid his eyes would be gone. At this time, he looked murderous.

I glanced at the distance, but the worshiper was entangled by the two people. As long as he meant to leave, the two people must exchange injury for injury.

It made him feel cold.

The ancient people regarded war death as glory. Even after death, the bones would be buried in 60000 mountains, and the heroic soul would be with countless ancestors.

Therefore, it seems that these ancient people never knew what pain was and were not afraid of death.

This is what other countries fear most.

Facing the big man who came to him step by step, the seventh Prince trembled all over.

The fear of death hung over him.

I never thought I would die here in such a situation. If he had known so, he would never have gone to Dayao.

If he didn't pay too much attention to dragon scale, dragon blood and Kirin blood, how could he go out in person.

I didn't expect to be killed.

"Why did Qi Zixiao kill me? Why?" The seventh Prince's face twitched and howled with anger and despair.

However, the man opposite did not answer him at all. He directly nailed the seven princes to the ground with a javelin, and then cut off his head with another knife.

When he was put on the ground with a javelin, a face suddenly flashed in the seven Prince's head.

Is it because of him? But why?

Near the carriage, the battle had come to an end. A hundred people, not to mention people, didn't even miss a horse, only one dead body.

Wei Gu stared at the sky, and his body was a few meters away.

It was too late for the fetuses to run before. In addition to the Hongbao opposite him, there were five or six big men holding their arms and laughing there.

"Your Excellency, you are the slowest."

Hongbao's eyes were red and scolded, "shit, this bastard is too slippery."

Two axes the size of wheels waved in his hands like windmills, and the surrounding ground was almost dug three feet by him, with gullies covering a radius of 100 meters.

Although the opponent was injured, he still didn't take it down.

The worshiper laughed miserably. He couldn't live today. But the fetal dignity made him unwilling to die like this. Even if he was afraid of death, he had to pull each other on his back.

Soon, he found a gap. The whole man fit into the shadow of the axe. The long sword in his hand suddenly disappeared and was in front of Hongbao's throat when he appeared again.

"Poof", the axe in Hongbao's right hand suddenly accelerated a lot and cut off the offering from his chest.

Hongbao's other axe flew out directly, and his left hand stopped directly in front of his throat.

The ancient people's defense was very strong. Before the sacrifice, a sword penetrated his palm and was clamped. It only caused a small wound on his throat.

"Shit, it's hard to deal with. If you die, you have to bite me." Hongbao threw the axe aside, pulled out the long sword from his left palm with his right hand, threw it and nailed the sacrificial head to the ground.

"Let's see if there are any living people. I'll go and see if that bastard can run away." Hongbao shouted, took the axe and headed for another battlefield.

However, by the time he arrived, it was over. He was surrounded by seven or eight ground wheels, and the sacrifice didn't run away. Before he died, he killed one person and injured three.

Hongbao looked at the man whose neck had been cut off. It was a little pity. This bastard was very good except for his smelly mouth.

"Carry him back. You can't let him wander outside. Go back first, and then find a place to deal with his body and send him back to the mountain." Hongbao explained.

"Yes." Others didn't say much. They carried him directly on their back, regardless of the blood flow on his body.

This is brother's blood. There's nothing to dislike.

Hongbao crushed the head of the offering with another foot. The big man next to him with five claw marks on his face handed over the head of the seven Princes: "sir."

Hongbao took it over and looked: "the task is completed. Go back and tidy up and prepare to withdraw."

Just after returning, someone shouted, "Sir, there is a team of people, like a caravan from us."

"See us?"

"Yes, they retreated."

"Kill all." Hongbao said coldly, looking up at the distance. Sure enough, a group of people were running away in a hurry.

Eight men chased the caravan, while others destroyed some obvious wounds on the body.

For example, for the wound caused by the wolf tooth stick, few people use this heavy weapon in summer, which many ancient people like to use.

When Hongbao passed the carriage of the seventh prince, he looked inside and saw a beautiful woman leaning inside, a dagger inserted in his chest, and there was no breath.

And there were tears on his face.