Chapter 280 This style is not right

Life should not be lost!

Seeing the girl sitting upright on the camel, with a quiet face as water, and her elegant and elegant girl looked faintly at the battleground with clear eyes, without any waves or turmoil.

In the heart of Sha Heng's sacrifice, a deep hope suddenly rose.

On the contrary, the Chishui men who came back with Ling Chuyi all the way. They saw the girl as beautiful as a fairy in the snowy mountain, step by step approaching the battlefield.

Everyone's heart was a little nervous. They remembered that this beautiful girl, who was not like a real person, was breathless and looked like porcelain that was broken at one touch.

Such a fierce scene is not suitable for such a person.

At that moment, a close Chishuibu Erlang shouted anxiously, "Miss Achu! Don't come here! Go quickly! Dangerous!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, it immediately received responses from many Chishui men, and anxious voices rang one after another.

Ling Chu glanced at the shouting voice and reminded his young man that it was a young man with wheat-colored face and looked cheerful and resolute. At this time, half of his face had been covered with blood from half of his face, thick blood, half of which was dry and sticking to the boy's face, and half was still slid along his cheeks.

It seems that the youth's vibrant face is less immature and more fierce.

But the worries and anxiety in his eyes are true.

Lingchu recognized this young man, and the young man had a single name called falcon.

The flying falcon is flying to the sky.

It is a powerful name.

Ling Chu met Shangxiao's worried gaze, turned his head and smiled slightly, and his jade-white fingertips brushed across an animal skin bag on his waist. A kitten with snow-white body and strange eyes suddenly appeared in the void.

Although it was just a small cat, at the moment when this petite and beautiful cat appeared, an invisible pressure immediately swept across the entire battlefield.

The human race is still fine, but all the sand wolfs were sobbing as if they were in the abyss, and their eyes were gone, and they crawled on the yellow sand, buried their heads low, and even their bodies were trembling slightly.

Even the sand wolf that was more than twice as big as the ordinary sand wolf that confronted Sha Heng Sacrifice made a whimper, but it was relatively better. At least, it did not crawl down, but just squatted down with great fear, but did not dare to move.

The one who responded the most was Mohe.

Although he was also wary of Lingchu's appearance, when he was exploring Lingchu, he found that Lingchu was just a mortal without spiritual power. Before he could relax, he saw the white monster.

A monster in the foundation-building stage! It is equivalent to a body refiner in the innate realm!

The cultivation level is not weaker than that of yourself! It seems that it is even thicker and more magnificent.

Moreover, it was definitely not a cat. Although it looked petite and cute, the natural momentum made Mo He nervous.

I am afraid that something will happen if the Chishui tribe is destroyed today.

No matter what! A sharp look flashed in Mo He's eyes. No matter what, get rid of Gros first!

Even if the Chishui tribe cannot be destroyed, he will still want Gro and die!

In an instant, Mo He changed his original idea of ​​playing slowly. For the first time, he tried his best and rushed straight towards Gro, who was still falling into the sand pit.

He wants to kill him with one blow!

Capture the king first.

Qingkong just got out of the monster bag. Because he stayed in the monster bag with thin spiritual power and darkness for a long time, Qingkong felt that he was almost rusted.

As a result, I finally came out and before I could fully come back to my senses, I saw the "Thief King" on the enemy side designated by the master, who was killing him with a strong murderous aura.

Qingkong is well aware of the concepts taught by Lingchu, and is the first to solve the strongest solution. As long as the enemy wants to do, no matter what the enemy wants to do, it will destroy it first.

So, Qingkong didn't have time to wonder where he was, why did the owner jump up and slowly grow bigger in the air without letting it go?

When he barely blocked Mo He's killing move towards Gro, Qingkong had turned into a giant snow-white tiger, his eyes were dark gold and blue, and his tiger's eyes were filled with a strong evil spirit, standing opposite Mo He.

Guard Gro behind him.

This big man, the master said he wanted to save him.

Although Qingkong felt that the world in front of him was very strange and he didn't know the person he wanted to protect, it was not a problem as long as the master was there.

So Qingkong tilted his head and thought for a while, and thought it would be better to solve it.

Directly cut off all dangerous signs at the source.

There is no big suspense in the battle between Qingkong and Mohe.

Qingkong and Lingchu have been building the foundation for almost ten years. Later, in the secret realm of the master, he received the teachings of senior Pixie and the inheritance of senior Pixie. Although his current strength has not yet reached the middle stage of foundation building, when he really fights, Qingkong, who is already a good fighter, may not lose even if he faces the middle stage of foundation building cultivators, let alone this one who has just entered the foundation building.

However, the body refiners in the Foundation Establishment Stage are different from those in the Foundation Establishment Stage. At least they have resisted many beatings.

The field became quiet again. When Qingkong slapped Mo He to the ground, the originally white and vicious young man had no good flesh on his body, and half of his body could not even move.

It's much worse than Gros.

All the sand wolves were shocked by the pressure of the clear sky. The Shaheng Sacrifice and Gro, who had freed up their hands, instantly joined the battle group, and the original battle situation changed tremendously.

Just like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, the lives of the Molang tribe were harvested one by one, and the people from the Chishui tribe never let a person from the Molang tribe or even a sand wolf beside him.

Looking around the battlefield, there were originally 158 soldiers from the Chishui tribe, but now there are only 89 left, including more than 20 soldiers from the Chishui tribe who came back later.

All of a sudden, more than half of the Chishui soldiers died in the hands of Molang tribe!

There are many who are still alive, and they are missing their arms and legs. In the future, they will inevitably affect their lives and even become useless people.

Standing on the bloody desert, the members of the Chishui tribe did not have the slightest joy of victory, but only full of sadness.

Looking at Gro and Shaheng's sacrifice, he pierced several bone needles as thick as fingers on Mo He, who could not move. Only then did Qingkong proudly retract his claws and walked gracefully to Lingchu's side.

As soon as he arrived beside Lingchu, the majestic white tiger immediately turned into a snow-white kitten, jumped into Lingchu's arms flexibly, and rubbed Lingchu's shoulders like a coquettish move.

Touching Qingkong's soft fur, a sweet smile appeared on Ling Chu's face. In short, she hadn't seen Qingkong for a long time.

The Chishui tribe members who were silently sweeping the battlefield all looked at the beautiful girl sitting upright on the camel and holding a petite white cat in her arms. They all subconsciously swallowed their saliva and did not dare to look at it.

Especially the Chishui tribe members who were walking with Lingchu, and Aluo, all seemed to be greatly frightened, with a little dazed in their faces.

This is still the same, one step and three breaths, and the wind is weak, just like a gust of wind can blow away, and a weak and beautiful girl can faint with a slight touch?!
Chapter completed!