King Chilin subconsciously took a step back, and it instinctively felt scared, not physically, but mentally. The momentum emitted from the broken human body made it breathless.

Ji Rentai cursed in anger: "Didn't you hear it when you tore his body into pieces?"

Realizing his fear, it was like to hide his retreat just now, King Chilin was so angry that he wanted to tear his erect body to pieces.

"mean!"

"Shameless!"

The soldiers of the Di clan on the side cursed and attacked the dying people. This behavior was even more despicable under the heroic spirit of Ma Wujiang. His contemptuous eyes made Ji Rentai red.

Just as King Chilin was about to bite the unmovable Ma Wujiang in his mouth, a sharp arrow broke through the air and shot it on its forehead. The sound of the sugar beef was heard. Even with the protection of the strong scales, it was shocked to make both ears roar and dizzy.

"Who is it? You dare to ruin my good deeds!" Ji Rentai angrily searched for the archer.

Sarensqin spread his hands out of no concern and said lightly: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

"You - OK, I want to see if you will slip your hand again?" If he had been facing a beautiful woman on weekdays, he might have teased him, but now he was so angry that he didn't bother to give in.

Narentoya naturally stood on her sister's side, snorting coldly, and she was very interested in taking action. The atmosphere was temporarily stagnant and became about to break out.

"Why both of you get angry? They are all their own family members, let's take a step back."

At this time, a middle-aged woman in white fox fur slowly came on a horse, came to the center of the crowd and jumped off the horse's back, handed the reins to the attendant. This woman was Aguli, the ruler of the Negus tribe, and her young son was the head of Negus tribe.

"Miss Mother, this matter..."

Just as Ji Rentai was about to speak, Aguli waved her hand and said, "This is a real warrior, let him keep his last breath and explain his funeral to others."

"This... the Lord's Order." Ji Rentai's face was unstable, and finally he gritted his teeth and agreed. He left his ex and said angrily, "Let him suffer the torture of not dying. See how long he can endure it?"

Aguli shook her head secretly, thinking that this person is really foolish and embarrassing. Amoro is resurrected and the Qiyan tribe is on duty when it is on duty. It is not worth offending a dead person. If it weren't for the existence of the life contract, killing his Red Lin King would have died together. How could he survive until now? Even if it weren't for the existence of the life contract, the position of the Great Shaman would have been killed.

Ji Rentai was taken away by Aguli, and the remaining people scattered back to the camp under the auspices of Narentoya. They were delayed for so long, and it was impossible to pursue the Han army again. Before leaving, many soldiers bowed deeply to the blood-stained Ma Wujiang to express their respect.

After a moment, only one person was left in the battlefield where thousands of troops fought, with his hair disheveled, leaning alone with half a silver spear, and a shallow pool of red blood was accumulated under his feet, which looked extremely desolate under the afterglow of the setting sun.

After a while, in the southeast direction, a man galloped over on a horse, whipping his whip, feeling anxious. When he saw Ma Wujiang standing in the middle of the battlefield, his body shook and fell from the horse's back, barely stabilizing his body and not falling.

"I'm sorry, I'm late... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Bai Yong came to Ma Wujiang in distractedly and murmured with an apology.

The person in front of me has no breath and his heart has no beating. He was still talking about the future a few days ago, but now he has only coldness left.

"Hiss—"

The faint breathing sound was instantly covered by the wind, but Bai Yong keenly noticed this and hurriedly used his hands to investigate.

"Use true energy to protect the heart meridians and only one breath is left. This is the method of returning to the light after the residual breath."

The method of restless recovery is to delay the time of the last point of the person's return to the light and use it to explain the funeral. Using this method, the pain is very great, and the user must wander on the line of life and death. Those with weak will be instantly overwhelmed by pain and dragged into death.

Moreover, once you use this method, it is equivalent to taking death ahead of time. Since it is a reflection of the light, it is destined to be the fate of death. Even if the original injury can be saved, it is impossible after use. Therefore, Aguli, who had previously said that he would have breathed for the last time.

Bai Yong hesitated for a while, and finally raised his hand to point it on the other party’s chest, turned on the restless light, and held his body with his hands to prevent him from falling down.

As the blood was emitting, a pair of unyielding eyes gradually focused. When they saw Bai Yong, they obviously smiled, as if they were saying, "I knew you would come back."

"What's there? Can I do it for you?" Bai Yong bit his lower lip and tried his best to control the sadness in his heart.

The effect of restless recovery gradually increased, Ma Wujiang's face became rosy. He slowly raised his stiff hand, stuck it into his chest and pulled off a jade pendant, and handed it to Bai Yong's hand.

"Tell her that I have married the Marshal's daughter and pursue wealth and wealth. Her kindness can only be disappointed."

Bai Yong staggered, shocked in his heart. He already understood the other party's intention, but how could he bear to see this result: "I can't...you should talk about other unfinished wishes."

Ma Wujiang put his other hand in Bai Yong's palm and said weakly: "Please, that's all."

Seeing him quickly becoming powerless, the short time for his revenge to return is about to end.

Bai Yong clenched his other hand tightly into a fist, and his body kept trembling.

All kinds of thoughts in my heart were entangled, and finally, slowly nodded.

Ma Wujiang's face was already stiff, but he still tried to smile and said, "Good brother..."

After speaking, the hand that was placed in Bai Yong's palm became weak and slowly dropped. The body, which had been standing like a peak, finally fell down and leaned on the friend.

Ma Wujiang is tired after all.

Bai Yong held his body and refused to let the unyielding warrior fall to the ground, allowing the remaining blood to wet his clothes.

He looked at the palm of his palm. The blood-stained jade pendant was mottled and there was nothing strange about it. There was only one word engraved on both the front and the back, namely "no" and "negative".

He felt sad and wanted to roar towards the sky, but Bai Yong bit his lips tightly, without saying a word, even if he bites and bleeding, he didn't care.

He wanted to resist this grief and anger and not let the anger be dispersed.

Life and death on the battlefield are all in their destiny. Either you die or I die, you cannot blame others. Bai Yong understands these principles, but even though he understands them, the feeling of depression in his heart is like the fire of purgatory, burning him to find a target to vent his heart.

His eyes were like torches, looking straight to the north. It was the military camp of the Di tribe. When the two tribes met, the military strength was even better than the past. After the great victory, the people were filled with noises, singing and dancing everywhere, and celebrating noisy.

The commander was seriously injured, the army was severely injured, and the military advisors were killed one after another. We were weak and strong in the enemy. Whether it was the military combat power, high-end power, or morale comparison, there was no room for resistance. Everything seemed to be at the end of the road, and it was difficult to turn the world back.

However, Bai Yong held his hands tightly, his eyes as sharp as a sword. He had made a decision on what to do in the future.
Chapter completed!