"Where to run!"

A loud shout resounded throughout the sky.

In the camp, Uncle Fei fled northward like crazy.

Cao Su and Qing Xiao were chasing after him.

The king looked back in shock, still in shock.

"Uncle Fei was defeated?"

"How can it be?"

King Dan knows that Uncle Wei is the number one expert in the tribe. He is older than his grandfather in terms of age. He has lived for who knows how many years, and now he has lost to a nineteen-year-old boy?

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible"

The king could not accept this situation.

The key is that the elite cavalry in the tribe that he thought were so vulnerable?

The prairie cavalry were all horse archers. They did not mount their horses or keep their distance. They were attacked by the imperial army and their combat effectiveness was reduced to ten percent.

They fought in the north and south on the grassland, but did not have much experience in fighting Qianyuan.

Especially a "young king" like King Dan.

"I was careless. I should have just led my army to attack yesterday!"

"Ma Liao mistook me! The Ma family is not a good person!"

King Dan was deeply regretful. He felt that if he had charged directly with the entire army yesterday and ignored the "threat" of the Ma family, he should have been able to defeat the imperial army.

But something went wrong, and yesterday he believed Maliao's lies.

How could Maliao have the courage to deal with the Qiang people together with the imperial court? He is just a first-level clan leader...

"Boom!"

At this moment, a large number of horse hooves sounded from the west.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the Ma family cavalry who came to "stop the fight" finally arrived belatedly.

The war is almost over, and most people are dead. Are you starting to show up and show off?

Thinking of this, the king is not angry at all.

But at this moment, the Ma family is his life-saving talisman.

With a gloomy face, he waited for a large number of Ma's cavalry to arrive.

........

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Maliao grimaced, and the sad tears couldn't stop falling.

King Dan, who was still high-spirited at night, was now being driven north like a duck.

His face was unkempt, his hair was disheveled, his clothes and armor were in tatters, and he was in such a miserable state.

Is there any trace of the virtuous king?

"Mario!"

"You deserve to die!"

The king still couldn't hold it back and started to curse loudly.

Ma Liao led the cavalry to "protect" the king's regiment.

His face was extremely sad and angry: "Why is this happening? Why is it happening like this!"

"Young people are really too impulsive. Why did they end up in this situation after having a good party?"

Ma Liao attributed Cao Su's sudden attack to the king's unprovoked temptation at the banquet.

The king did not understand the implication of Ma Liao's words. The prairie people were still too straightforward.

He roared directly at Ma Liao: "Are you Qianyuan people all crazy?"

"Stop him quickly!"

The two of them looked back and saw that Cao Su had rushed out after Chai.

After Cao Su saw King Dan in the crowd, he gave up chasing Uncle Wei and instead aimed at King Dan and rushed over.

"Asshole!"

When Uncle Fei saw Cao Su's murderous intention, he could have escaped himself, so he turned back.

The black air on his body is getting thicker and thicker, all caused by the dispersion of witchcraft oil paint.

He mobilized his heavy internal energy, and a huge wolf head formed in the air again, roaring and rushing towards Cao Su.

The wolf's head was scattered but not condensed, and it opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Cao Su in one mouthful, as if it was about to swallow the sky.

Cao Su, who had been shouting and rushing towards him just now, was surrounded by thick black smoke.

The sound disappeared instantly.

........

The Qiang people and the Ma family below were stunned.

The situation changes rapidly.

Sure enough, a fourth-grade warrior can't beat a third-grade warrior!

Although Uncle Fei tried his best just now, he was not fighting for his life. Now that he is fighting for his life, it is different.

The expressions of the people below changed.

Ma Liao forced out a smile and said to King Dan: "King Dan, this..."

The king regained his composure and said, "Uncle Wei is a third-grade master, the best warrior in the clan. His strength is unfathomable. Now, although Cao Su's son doesn't care about martial arts, he sneak attacks on our troops, but when he encounters a real master,

Its own weaknesses will be magnified."

"One on one, no one here can stop Uncle Yu's move!"

He said indifferently. Wherever he looked, all the Ma family members lowered their eyes and did not dare to look at him.

The aura of despair just now disappeared, and the Ma family was inexplicably suppressed by him again.

Maliao had a sullen face and looked up into the dark clouds in the sky, unable to see the real fighting situation.

His strength is still too low. He is at the sixth level of strength. He is considered a good martial artist in Beiliang. But a random nineteen-year-old boy from the city of God is at the fourth level, which is two times higher than him.

level, the gap is too big.

In the haze, there seemed to be another sound.

The huge wolf-headed shadow and the golden dragon shadow rolled and fought fiercely in the black mist.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, another flying sword of divine light flew from the distance.

Beside the King, the water rippled, and a young man cultivating witchcraft suddenly appeared.

His face was pale, as if all the blood and essence in his body had been sucked dry, and he made a hoarse voice in exhaustion: "Your Majesty, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, please leave as soon as possible!"

"Simu!"

King Dan was shocked. Ximu was the best shaman in the tribe, but he ended up like this.

"Your Majesty, this Qi Refiner's flying sword is too sharp and cannot be stopped. Leave quickly."

Ximu covered his chest, and as he spoke, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

The strength of the wizard lies in "communication" rather than direct attack.

As for the qi-refiner who practices swords, all his skills are focused on the sword. The sorcerer is naturally at a disadvantage, and his style is somewhat restrained.

Coupled with the fact that Qingxiao was originally a first-rate talent, Ximu suffered a big loss in the confrontation and lost his combat effectiveness.

"how so!"

King Dan couldn’t believe it, even Ximu had been defeated?

Suddenly, I heard another roar from the sky.

boom!

A figure was shot out of the black mist, with long flames trailing from his body, like a comet, and hit the open grassland.

Following closely behind was Uncle Lei with a bloody face.

His mask was broken, revealing an ugly face covered with various scars and marks.

"King, run quickly!"

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To be continued...