Chapter 279 Time, fate

Since that's the case, coming back is just a death sentence.

The current leader of the Chishui tribe would rather Gro and Shaheng sacrifices not come back, at least, they could leave some blood for the Chishui tribe.

Time is the same as fate!

The head of the Chishui tribe sighed in his heart, perhaps, the fate of the Chishui tribe should be today.

"Brothers, the number one warrior of our clan is back! The priest is back! There are other brothers back! Today, we will kill him in a dim way, fighting with this damn Molang tribe to the death!" Ge Mu's face only dimmed for a moment, and then a strong sense of firmness appeared on it. The stone gun in his hand hit the yellow sand heavily, and a sand pit suddenly appeared.

As Gemu's powerful and firm voice sounded, all the Chishui tribe members who could move picked up the weapons around them and looked at the enemy of Molang tribe opposite, with expressions of moving forward and ready to die.

"My son of the Chishui tribe! There are only those who die while standing, but not those who live on kneeling!" The head of the Chishui tribe, even though he broke one leg, was still holding his weapon as Gemu's words fell. Although he was a little shaken, he still stood up, sinking his qi to his dantian and shouted.

Even if their Chishui tribe is about to be destroyed today, it will only be a battle to death!

In the northern desert, there are only tribes that fight to death!

"Well said!" Amid the huge flames that quickly approached, Gro's firm face showed a smile and shouted cheerfully, "Brothers! Today, we will kill him!"

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

Almost as Gro finished his words, all the Chishui tribe members had their eyes red and shouted with a rainbow of momentum, neat and deep.

The Molang tribe members on the opposite side did not look scared at all. Instead, they also showed a strong murderous intent and looked at the Chishui tribe members on the opposite side in a cold look.

Both sides are about to break out.

"kill!"

"Do it!"

The voices of Gro and Mohe were made at the same time.

The moment it was released, the two murderous intent and ruthless torrent collided together, blood and roaring, watering the yellow sand again, life and death, and intertwining the desert again.

And Mohe, he suddenly faced the sacrifices of Gro and Shaheng.

Gro and Shaheng sacrifice are the two strongest people in the Chishui tribe. Only when they work together to fight Mohe can there be a glimmer of hope.

Or, you can also rely on Gros to make a breakthrough in the last battle.

But that is just the slimmest hope.

For monks, the relationship between practicing Qi and building foundation is like a natural barrier.

So, for body refiners, the realm of the body and the realm of the innate are also natural barriers!

However, the moment I just met, whether it was Gro's fist or Sha Heng's fireball technique, they were just a canfly shaking the tree, and they were futile.

Gro's huge figure, two meters tall, flew backwards.

The fireball sacrificed by Shaheng was torn apart by the huge sand wolf.

And Mohe, the tattoo of the Mo wolf on his upper body, emits a faint ink light, and his body is as motionless as a mountain.

The sacrifices of Gro and Shaheng cannot cause any harm to Mohe, which is already innate.

Mo He sneered, looked at the tall sand wolf beside him, and signaled it to deal with the more than 20 members of the Chishui tribe who rushed back with Gro and the others.

It is enough to deal with Gro and Shaheng alone!

The sand wolf in Mohe whimpered, turned into a flowing arrow, and rushed towards the Chishui tribe members who were rushing back.

Gro and Shaheng's faces changed.

Although this sand wolf is not a monster in the innate realm, its strength is not worse than that of the two of them. If it rushes to the tribe members of the Chishui tribe, it will be a massacre!

Gro and Shaheng Saint looked at each other, and the next moment, Shaheng Saint escaped and chased the tall sand wolf.

Gro shook his numb arms and rushed towards Mohe again.

For a moment, three battlefields were divided on this yellow sand desert.

Gro and Mohe.

Shaheng sacrifices with the tall sand wolf.

The Chishui tribe members and the Molang tribe members, Shalang, who have gathered together.

However, the trend of the battlefield has gradually become clearer and clearer as time goes by.

No matter which battlefield it is, the people from the Chishui tribe are at an absolute disadvantage.

However, with a brave spirit of fearlessness, the casualties of the Molang tribe were not low for a moment.

Mohe didn't care about the life or death of the people in the Molang tribe. He was just enjoying, enjoying Gro, struggling and resisting in his hands, but he still couldn't see the dawn of victory.

Seeing Gro's body covered in wounds, his right arm was twisted unnaturally, and beads of sweat appeared on his face, but they were evaporated in an instant. Mo He showed a strange smile on his face. On his white chest, the ink-colored giant wolf tattoo emitted a faint light and kicked Gro's knee.

A click.

Gro flew backwards and fell heavily into the yellow sand. His right hand and right leg were twisted and bent, which was particularly embarrassed.

The Shaheng Sacrifice fought against Shalang, but because of Gro's situation, he was distracted by the Shalang bit his arm and tore off a piece of meat.

The sand wolf's hideous wolf's head showed a humanized look of enjoyment. It chewed the human flesh in its mouth, and dripping dripping dripping.

Saint Sha Heng took out a small jade bottle, endured the severe pain from his arm, and drank the emerald green liquid in the small jade bottle in one mouthful. Blood was flowing with blood, and a large piece of flesh was missing, and a light green light appeared on his arm, and the blood slowly stopped.

The head of the Chishui tribe killed a sand wolf who was about to attack with his backhand, and then fell to the ground with exhaustion.

Because of excessive blood loss and fighting hard, the leader of the Chishui tribe, when he fell down, no longer had the strength to stand up and felt the slowly passing vitality in his body. The leader of the Chishui tribe saw half of the dead Chishui tribe soldiers, saw Gro who had been smashed by Mohe's blow to the yellow sand, and saw Sha Heng's white robe stained with blood.

The head of the Chishui tribe had a lot of sadness in his eyes. He fell to the ground and looked at the vast sky. In front of him, a green grass, a blue lake, and a beautiful girl wearing a garland and smiling brilliantly.

In my ears, there seemed to be a crisp and melodious camel bell ringing sound.

The crisp and melodious camel bell suddenly appeared on this yellow sand full of fighting and blood.

So abrupt, so out of place.

Almost everyone couldn't help but look at the place where the camel ringing came from.

I saw three camels at the intersection of the yellow sand and the sky, slowly heading towards the battlefield against the light.

The two camels behind seemed to be frightened by the strong bloody aura and remained still. Only the camel in front seemed to not care and walked towards the battlefield step by step.

Everyone knew that this was not normal.

For a moment, the battlefield where the battle was originally fighting suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the camel that was getting closer and closer, and the graceful girl sitting upright above the camel.

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