"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish!"

The Hu man who ran back saw that the Sagittarius had a bow and hurriedly spoke up to remind him.

The environment was noisy and there were shouts of killing everywhere. He opened his mouth wide, but no one heard clearly what he was saying.

The next moment, the rain of arrows covered Zhong Sheng's body, and the Hu people around him were confused and cheered out.

Amid the cheers, Zhong Sheng shook the corners of his clothes, and the arrows stuck to his body fell to the ground.

The oily skin is not broken.

"The swords and sledges cannot shoot the demon's skin. Warriors must use knives and sledgehammers."

The Hu people's voice sounded, and he emphasized, "It's the devil, the sky is above the sky, so you can't let him go."

At the edge of the crowd, a Hu man heard the word "demon" and turned around and left, trying to summon the nearest grassland sacrifice.

After some trouble, Wei Bohou disguised himself as Zhong Sheng. I led the Hu horse and limped into the edge of the crowd.

"A beast is wearing human skin and a name is still a beast. If you are hungry, you will eat people."

Grassland sacrifice is a wise man in Zhong Sheng and an enlightened man, who is well aware of equestrian, Chinese, spells, words, archery, sing poetry, etc.

The Hu people snorted, "So what if the names are the same? They are still the heart of Hu's beast."

Looking up, I saw seven round tents, with goldware, human heads and silk placed.

Just because of the brave and brave death, no elite soldier in the world can match it.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong.

The two Hu Renren held a rough axe, one on the left and the other on the right, and fell towards Zhong Sheng.

Every grassland sacrifice is a genius selected by thousands of people, both wise and warriors.

Su Xianwen shook his head, "You should tell you that Zhong Sheng has no culture, no wisdom, no joy, no anger, no joy, old age, sickness, and no death, and no specialty to you and others, no power to survive in that sky."

Dong.

The remaining Liman roared and swept the giant axe, trying to cut Zhong Shengqi off in half.

"It's better to come down quickly and die."

After bent down, I peeled my skin and put my coat on it, and frowned after I got to the surface.

"Especially the Central Plains culture is profound and profound, so you can choose their names to facilitate communication."

"You haven't killed one of the old dogs like them, so why bother adding two more?"

"The darling of Bai Hantian, the old father of the tribe warrior, and the guardian of the Tongtian family."

The crowd split into two halves, and a clear path was made. Two white horses, as black as snow, came with the sacrificial priests.

Zhong Sheng flew up and kicked Zhong Liman's wrist to a right angle of 90 degrees. It hurts even if you look at it.

The priest had a signature hook nose, sharp eyes and looked bright and cruel.

Wei Bohou looked at the round tent and sighed, "Tongtian Tomb!

I looked at the back of the Hu people and walked out step by step. Someone could stop him. Zhan Hong and Hu horses were connected to the end, like lodging weeds.

"It's a thousand in the middle, and the time when the young man scored more than a thousand was still one quarter of an hour."

All the flesh and blood, internal organs and bones were smashed and scattered into blood mist in the sky.

I was limited by the number of projectiles, and once I fell into the small army, I was unsustainable, so the Hu people told me to stay on the battlefield and find an opportunity to fire a heat gun.

"Not me."

The two grassland priests, one holding a goshawk in his hand and the other holding a horse skull, were both aged to the point of age.

"Sacrifice, the most honorable sacrifice."

The grassland sacrifice carrying the goshawks opened his mouth.

No Zhan Hong saw that the end of the bloody road that the Hu people had fought was the black round tent.

I took out a sword, and the scimitar broke like dry grass, and the head and arms fell down.

Although the Hu people know Hu language, I have never heard of so many Zhong Sheng hunting... Grassland sacrifices.

"I'm a kid, how are you?"

The more barbaric you are, the purer you are. You cannot give everything for your faith, including life.

I, Zhong Sheng, did we notice that our attention was attracted by the arrival of grassland sacrifices.

"That power was given to you by Bai Hantian, and it was also your tribe who worked hard for you."

In the chaos, someone noticed me and thought it was accidentally injured by a hawk.

Zhong Sheng flew up and hit the axe surface. The handle of the axe as thick as a waist broke, and the axe flew back, breaking the upper body of Liman on the left.

"Do you care whether they are humans or beasts, as long as they provoke you, they will be killed and killed!"

The colorful ribbons surround Tongtian’s house for seven weeks, and the wind blew through the fairy-like skirt, which was gorgeous and ugly.

The two grassland priests seemed to see the surprise of the Hu people and took the initiative to explain.

"It's wrong. You are not a Hu person, the demon in Zhong Sheng's eyes."

Wei Bohou bent his bow and shot out the projectiles, and Zhong Sheng was dismissed one after another.

Wei Bohou's eyes turned and saw a corpse of Zhong Sheng in the grass.

The Hu man waved the ancient sword, and the dirty blood cloted into bunches and shook off. The clock broke into two halves behind his face, and his lower half pounced on the ground, and his palms continued to climb backwards.

"It's bad. I want to rush to Tongtianzhong, it's indeed a demon."

The demons sucked and spitted flames, and the pores emitted plagues. Only the darlings of the Black Sweat Heaven...the grassland priests can deal with it.

The goshawk under my arm is the same, the claws and bird pecking are golden yellow, the body is smaller than the unusual goshawk, and the foot is smaller than the calf.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

With the arrival of the two grassland sacrifices, Zhan Hong and others felt as if they had lost their backbone and their morale was boosted.

After walking a few steps, Zhong Sheng had been killed or injured dozens of times, and broken corpses were everywhere on the ground, Hu Ma licked the tender grass with blood stained with paper.

"The sky is coming down from the white sweat, and it's considered to have found him. Today you will subdue his demon after Tongtian Tomb.

A Chinese name?

"You have the highest requirement for reading and sacrifices from the great reading and sacrifice, which is to read thousands of books, the Central Plains, and the writings of various countries in the Western Regions, and you have not covered it."

"He has been a Han man for many years. He is a Hu man, a demon who holds a sword and spits fire?"

The grassland priest holding a horse skull was spoken, "I told him to know, my name is Su Xianwen."

At that time, before the Hu people could reach the tent, the warriors of Zhongsheng were like moths to the fire, and they were completely fighting for life.

The son, so Zhong Sheng was desperate, and he came over with red eyes, completely calculating life and death.

Zhong Sheng's fishy smell was gone, and the smell of blood and corpse smell was almost life-threatening.

The Hu people said, "I'm staying outside my home. If I break into someone else's house and become a weak thief, I'm just giving up my life and seeking death."

The words of the seven grassland sacrifices were spread to seven directions and could be heard of turbidity.

In front of him, cheers suddenly sounded in the ocean of Zhong Sheng, and a few voices were calling a name.

I pinched my nose, changed my clothes, and wiped a few handfuls of blood under my face, disrupting the police.

The impact of Zhan Hong and others on Zhan Hong is not the difference between a plate of loose sand and a wet sand ball that is squeezed into a ball.

The next moment, he raised his foot and jumped up, letting the giant axe that flew out of his hand.

"That is your companion, I respect the heaven."

The Hu man rushed back with an ancient sword, and when several horses were hit and flew out, Zhong Sheng broke his hands and feet under the horse's back.

The two priests met in front of the Hu people and started to communicate with each other.

“So what?”

The giant axe entered the surrounding bells, stirring up a wave of blood, and several broken limbs and arms raised to the world, and landed on the ground with a bang.

The bells were quiet around them, and even the horses were neighing again.

Killing people is like mowing grass, it is like this!
Chapter completed!