The sky is a clear blue, as blue as a fine gemstone, but there is not a trace of cloud. The transparent and bright sun hangs high in the sky, throwing boundless heat to the earth. The same green grassland seems to be in the sky. The bread puffed up in the oven formed soft curves. Each curve was hundreds of miles long, lying gently on the earth in the east-west direction. Between the curves, there was river water. Lakes, forests, wetlands, groups of snow-white and pitch-black livestock, like clouds in the sky falling on the earth, are running happily driven by shepherds.
The Dongyi people, a tribal alliance that mainly focuses on hunting, are like locusts, following the groups of wild beasts on the vast land, eating up all the creatures wherever they go. Nomadic? Just some of them This is the sideline business that tribes carry out to withstand the winter when products are scarce. The number of livestock they raise is measured in the hundreds of millions, and the grasslands and forests as far as the eye can see are their pastures.
The Dongyi people are not very careful about the livestock they raise, and do not regard animal husbandry as their main business like the Shang people. In their view, the livestock they raise have weak muscles and thin blood, and they are not the heroes of the Dongyi people. Their favorite food. What they like is the kind of ferocious beasts that fell under their swords and arrows after a bloody fight. This kind of wild beast with surging blood and strong muscles and bones is what good men should eat. Blood food. Therefore, groups of livestock are left in the wild, and it is rare to see a few shepherds taking care of them.
Fortunately, this land is huge and has endless wild animals for the Dongyi people to prey on. Otherwise, with their habits, they would have been forced to imitate their mortal enemies, the Shang people, and switch to herding wholeheartedly. But it is also true that It is because of their hunting-based living habits that the Dongyi people have developed a particularly tough and warlike habit. The aggressive Dongyi people are warlike and ferocious, and they are one of them. The tribesmen attracted the army that destroyed the Manchu tribe of the Chihu tribe, and provoked the fierce god Xia Jie.
Xia Jie and the others entered the territory of the Dongyi people three days ago, and were immediately intoxicated by the beautiful grassland scenery. The waist-deep green grass, the huge forests of flowers and trees that were higher than a person's head, and the submerged grassland. The boundless herds of livestock, the wild beasts that hunted near the rivers and lakes, and the endless tents all gave Xia Jie and his fellow Daxia people from Anyi City a great fright. In this way A beautiful land, full of flavors different from Daxia and Kyushu.
However, the people living in this beautiful land are very unfriendly. Along the way, every time they pass by a Dongyi tribe, once they hear that they are envoys from Daxia, there will be heroes and masters from the tribe immediately asking them. Xia Jie and the others challenged them on the pretext of being taught how to reach out to Xia Jie and the others. It is said that men on the grassland can only tell who their friends are through their fists and swords. But these Dongyi men, who kept saying they were friends and brothers, were extremely fierce towards Xia Jie and the others. If it weren't for the dozens of powerful shamans carefully selected by the witch palace among the accompanying shamans, Xia Jie and the others would have been seriously injured and returned to Anyi just as they entered the grassland.
"Xia Jie, I can't stand it anymore. If they continue to provoke us like this, let's just slaughter one of their tribes to show them some color." Chi Ming's face was full of anger, and he carefully touched his shoulders with his fingers.
He had an arrow wound, and there was already an unconcealable murderous aura flowing out of his eyes.
Xia Jie didn't say a word. He looked back and saw that more than two miles behind the envoy team, there were about three thousand people with messy clothes, messy mounts, and different feather symbols on their heads.
A multi-person team. The members of this team were all brave and fierce young men from the tribes that Xia Jie and others passed along the way and were frightened by their use of force. These Dongyi people were not convinced by the top leaders of their tribes.
The hunters were defeated by Xia Jie and the others, and they followed Xia Jie and the others in twos and threes and slipped out, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate. Along the way, Xia Jie and the others passed hundreds of tribes, large and small, and as a result, the Dongyi people who followed behind them were bent on revenge.
There are as many as three thousand people.
With a sigh, Xia Jie weighed the strength of his subordinates: four Jiuding sorcerers, ten Jiuding shamans, thirty Badan shamans, and seven hundred Seventh shamans. The rest were all wearing black sashes.
The uniforms of the army are actually elites transferred from other powerful armies in the military. These Wuwu also number in the thousands. Such a force would destroy a Dongyi tribe of about 100,000 people.
, it’s so easy, but what are the consequences of starting the massacre? I’m afraid that my group will never be able to leave this grassland again, right?
Those high-ranking shamans and witches are all witches with the most destructive power of gold and fire witchcraft gathered from the Five Elements Witch Palace under the Liwu Palace. The leader is a Li
The Nine-Tripod Royal Witch Pian Yi, who is subordinate to the Fire Witch Palace, is over 400 years old. According to the great witches, he is in his prime and entering his twilight years. He has strong witchcraft power and abundant physical strength. Xia Jie looked at his hair and it looked like he was
Piao Yi, who was burning like a flame, asked: "Pui Yi, is there any way to avoid the trouble on this road?"
Kill."
The fire witchcraft power made Yi Yi's temper as violent as a flame. He roared angrily: "If there was a way, I would have used it long ago. But there is really no way. The previous envoys were all challenged all the way, otherwise
Why do you want us Jiuding Great Witches to follow you?" He swung his fist towards a lake on the roadside, instantly evaporating the lake with a diameter of more than a hundred feet, until the mud at the bottom of the lake was burned into a glass-like liquid.
Then Pian Yi roared loudly: "The only way is to hurry up and get in touch with the people directly under their chief clan leader, then we can avoid these troubles. No matter what, they will always give the people of Houyi tribe great respect."
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As soon as he finished speaking, more than a hundred extremely powerful crimson horses suddenly rushed out of the sparse woods in front of him. A Dongyi man with eight golden feathers on his head sang loudly towards Xia Jie and the others: "Far away
Come friends, try our Wind Clan’s fine wine. If you are friends, drink and chat with us. If you are enemies, we will only give you death.”
A long arrow whizzed towards the red starling who was walking at the front of the team. Also thrown into the sky was a jar of the Dongyi people's favorite lamb blood wine on the grassland.
"Eight-feathered archers? There must be a large tribe of Dongyi people nearby here, otherwise there would be no archers of this level." Piaoyi muttered, the identity of the eight-feathered archers is equivalent to that of Daxia.
The Bading Great Witches have different strengths. No great wizard dares to let the Dongyi people's archers open the distance from themselves to several miles or more than ten miles. Likewise, no Dongyi people's archers dare to let the big witches stand apart from them.
Xia's witches are close to one's body or dozens of miles away from oneself.
Chi Ming angrily scolded him, helplessly rolled off his mount, and rolled a few times on the ground in embarrassment. The long arrow that shot towards his heart suddenly turned around and plunged hard towards the ground, directly from
The black horse that Chi Ming was riding was shot into the shoulder blade, and a long bloody arrow was shot out from the back abdomen. The black horse hissed, and took a deep look at Chi Ming, who was still rolling on the ground.
He fell to the ground exhausted and lost his breath in an instant.
Xia Jie's brows stood up when he saw it, but the eight-feathered archer who attacked Red Star suddenly laughed: "Look, the heroes of Daxia, they gave up their mounts. Our brothers from the Wind Clan,
Will any of you give up the mount that you regard as life?"
A group of Dongyi people who followed the Eight Feather Archers laughed loudly at the same time: "No, no. Only the cowardly Daxia people would do this. How despicable, they only care about themselves and escape."
The yellow light in Xia Jie's eyes flashed like a will-o'-the-wisp. Another fire-type Jiuding sorcerer and two gold-type Jiuding sorcerers who were equally powerful as Piao Yi roared angrily at the same time, and were about to step forward to teach this man a lesson.
Xia Jie, the eight-feathered archer, jumped up, casually took out the cursed sword, pointed the tip of the knife at the arrogant eight-feathered archer, and muttered a few strange spells.
The eight-feathered archer felt his vision go dark, and he suddenly became dizzy. In front of his eyes, there were countless ferocious ghosts and gods rushing toward him. The archer shouted: "Ah, no, I hit them."
It's a witchcraft." Instinctively, the eight-feathered archer jumped up from his horse, rolled behind him several times to escape, and drew his long bow to shoot Xia Jie with an arrow.
Xia Jie pointed the cursed knife at the archer's mount fiercely. With the last spell, the red divine horse suddenly screamed, and blood spurted out from all its seven orifices.
The seven orifices shot out and were sucked clean by the cursed knife that day. In broad daylight, I saw a gust of wind catching up with the horse, and forcibly pulled out a dim horse-shaped shadow from the horse's body, with ghosts crying and howling all the way.
Entering the Heavenly Curse Knife. The dim gray light on the Heavenly Curse Knife flashed slightly, and suddenly it became a little heavier.
Chi Ming was still lying on the ground, and suddenly he laughed loudly: "It turns out that even the heroes of the Dongyi people will give up their mounts."
The eight-feathered archer who was still in the air was shaking with anger. Suddenly a mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth. He pointed at the red star and cursed: "Assholes, you are so despicable that you used the most vicious curse against me.
When you come to the grassland, do you want to start a war with us Dongyi heroes? If you want a war, I will help you."
Piao Yi and the others were constrained by their status and could not open their mouths to refute, but Xia Jie acted like a local ruffian and a scoundrel, and after greeting the eight-feathered archer with the most vicious and obscene words,
Then he said angrily: "I cursed you with a witchcraft, which is shameless and obscene. Then you, a majestic eight-feathered marksman, suddenly killed a shaman who had just used the cauldron. How glorious, how great, how great is it?"
Is it a matter of justice? Is this the only way a hero on the grassland can use?"
He pulled Piao Yi's big sleeve fiercely and threw Piao Yi forward. Xia Jie shouted: "This is Lord Piao Yi, the leader of the escort accompanying our envoy. He is subordinate to the Fire Witch Palace Royal Witch Piao Yi under Daxia Liwu Palace." , he is just a low-ranking great witch from Jiuding. Do you think you have the ability to shoot an arrow at him?"
Piao Yi laughed loudly, and his body suddenly flew up into the air. Golden flames with a radius of dozens of feet suddenly bloomed from all over his body. It was as if another sun appeared in the sky. The power was astonishing to the extreme. Amidst the sound of "whirring" flames burning. , the temperature within a radius of more than ten miles increased sharply. I saw water vapor rising up from several small rivers and wetlands like steamers, and the last drop of fresh water was evaporated in an instant. The nearby pastures suddenly turned into Withered and yellow, the pastures within a dozen miles burned simultaneously, and the smoke covered the sky.
Not to mention that, Yiyi let out a sharp roar and recited a few spells in his mouth. His eyes flashed with red light. He took out a red stone knife in his right hand and pointed it at the hundreds of people in front of him. The Dongyi people's brigade pointed at it. Then they saw that the entire air within a radius of tens of feet of those Dongyi people was distorted.
The archers of the Dongyi people screamed at the same time, jumped up hastily, and fled in all directions. However, their mounts stayed in place, and they just screamed, and they were already affected by the vicious spell cast by Piao Yi. After hitting the target, I saw that every pore on the bodies of those horses was shot out with thin flames, burning fiercely. In just three or five breaths, these horses had been burned to ashes, and I saw wisps of light green. The soul was also sucked in by the red stone knife in Piao Yi's hand.
Xia Jie jumped off the Mo Qilin and walked over slowly with a swaying step. He caught the eight-feathered archer and caught it in the wine jar in the middle of the grass. Piaoyi's control of fire has reached a very fine level. The extent of this happened to be that the grass within a radius of about ten feet near the wine jar still maintained its green color and was not threatened by the high temperature at all. Xia Jie raised the wine jar and slapped open the mud seal on the wine jar. He poured a few sips of the bright red lamb blood wine into his stomach and laughed: "Brother, it seems that we are friends? What do you think?"
The eight-feathered archer looked at Xia Jie in embarrassment. His bowstring was burned by a bit of yin fire shot by Piao Yi. How could he speak with his frustrated arrogance? The strength gap between Bading and Jiuding , just like the gap between an ordinary fifth- and sixth-level Wuwu and today's Xia Jie is as huge, how can he have words? Facing the absolutely strong strength, no matter how unwilling these Dongyi men are, no matter what Angry, but also speechless.
The only people who can deal with the Jiuding Great Witch are the Nine-Feathered Archers among the Dongyi people. However, such transcendent existences as the Nine-Feathered Archers are firmly controlled by the Houyi tribe in their own tribal armies. There are very few Nine-feathered Archers. Where can these Dongyi men, whose hands appear on the grassland and are calling these sluts, go to find such a powerful being to regain their face?
In desperation, the eight-feathered archer staggered up to Xia Jie step by step, took the wine jar from Xia Jie's hand with a livid face, also looked up to the sky and drank a big sip of blood wine, and then fiercely exchanged words with Xia Jie. They hugged each other. The eight-feathered archer said angrily: "Yes, you have the strength to become our friends. Come on, if you want to rest, our tribe has the best game and the most beautiful girls. If you want We can also prepare wine and food for you while you are on your way."
With a 'squeak', Xia Jie felt that something was wrong. Why was the power on the arms of the eight-feathered archer getting bigger and bigger? Although the two of them were hugging each other 'enthusiastically', they didn't have to be so enthusiastic. They seemed to be alive. It looks like breaking Xia Jie's spine, right?
'Hey', when it comes to competitions in archery or riding skills, Xia Jie would never dare to compete with an eight-feathered archer from the Dongyi people. But with his brute strength and strong body, Xia Jie Who are they afraid of? The archers of the Dongyi people are just like the sorcerers of Daxia. What they pay most attention to is how to apply their witchcraft power to the ever-changing shamanic arrows. They torture and hone their bodies, but It is not as good as the Wuwu of Daxia. Generally speaking, the strength of Dongyi archers is generally equivalent to the feathers on their heads minus three to five feathers of Daxia Wuwu.
This eight-feather archer wanted to break Xia Jie's waist with his own arm strength, but his physical strength was only equivalent to the average Daxia Wuding or Sanding Wuwu.
Xia Jie's physical strength is now at the level of Wuding Wuwu, but Xia Jie's pure earthly witchcraft has more than ten times the strength and power of the human body. The dense purple energy in his body is even more It has just received a huge improvement. The bonus of innate true energy to strength is more than a hundred times!
"Hehehehaha, aren't we good brothers?" Xia Jie laughed ferociously, his eyes flashed with yellow light, and the muscles all over his body swelled up, actually emitting a dazzling flash that only crystals like diamonds can emit.'Buzz, Amidst the muffled sound of "buzz, buzz", the ground for miles around began to tremble rhythmically. Waves of powerful earth energy rushed into Xia Jie's body like a tide, increasing his body defense again. Thirty percent.
The dense purple energy was fully activated, and Xia Jie's golden, almost transparent muscles were immediately filled with intense purple light. His two arms, which were about a foot longer than an ordinary person, suddenly retracted inward, and a "click" sound was heard. The eight-feather archer suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a scream. The entire spine of his waist was twisted out of position by Xia Jie. Each spine was moved out of place, and then squeezed, rubbed, and hit hard. The Dongyi heroes who are famous throughout Kyushu for their bravery and bravery cannot bear this kind of suffering?
The messy body of his father, Chi Huxiu, suddenly flashed before Xia Jie's eyes. The corners of his mouth suddenly raised high, and his two tiger teeth sparkled in the sun. The vicious method they taught to hurt people with soft force and Yin force sent the newly absorbed earthy energy into the body of the eight-feathered archer with all its strength. Such powerful earthy energy gathered in the archer's body. In the bone marrow of the spine, a section of bone marrow has been soiled, almost turning into a piece of granite.
He casually let go of the archer's hand, and Xia Jie howled loudly: "Ah, you are so strong, my waist, my waist." He pretended to be crazy, rubbed his waist with one hand, and made With an expression of great pain, he slowly staggered toward his mount Mo Qilin.
