The north wind whimpered, blowing up the snow on the jungle ground. The snow was swaying in the wind, as if it had no roots, and it was unclear where to go. Just like the crowd under the snowflakes, slowly moving away from the tribe that had survived for generations, in
In this jungle, walk silently.
Gradually, no one spoke, even if the cry of the child Rasu came at that time, it quickly stopped, either being comforted by relatives murmuring, or gritting their teeth, turning this sadness into determination and determination.
Hatred.
There were hundreds of people, most of them ordinary tribesmen, including the old, weak, sick and disabled. They could not walk faster. In addition, the cold wind was biting and the snow on the ground was thick, which made the speed even slower.
The surrounding Wushan tribe barbarians were in sorrow and vigilance. They did not dare to relax at all, because a life and death battle would happen at any time. Once they died, the tribesmen without protection would
Fragile and vulnerable.
Su Ming held the little girl in his arms. She was holding on to Su Ming's clothes. It seemed very cold in the cold wind, but what was even colder was her dream... However, maybe it was because of Su Ming's embrace that revealed
The warmth made the child slowly calm down, and gradually it seemed as if there was peace in that dream, but the tears in the corners of his eyes would still fall from time to time.
Gently holding the child, Su Ming stepped on the snow on the ground and walked forward. His eyes kept looking around. When he saw the familiar tribesmen beside him, he saw sadness.
, I saw parting and reluctance, but also persistence and determination.
Gritting his teeth, with hatred in his eyes, Su Ming walked forward silently step by step, and occasionally stepped forward to support some old and weak people, helping their trembling bodies to walk faster on the snow.
"According to the speed at which the clansmen are working day and night, it will take at least three days to reach the Fengzhen tribe. Three days... I wonder how many people will survive after reaching there..." Su Ming's heart was filled with thoughts.
Blood dripping, he was afraid, not of his own crisis, but of the familiar faces, how many of them would never be seen again after three days.
Su Ming knew that his grandfather would use any method to let the tribesmen go to Fengzhen quickly. However, although the black python was fast, it could not take too many people at one time, especially because it was speeding in the sky. Ordinary tribesmen
It is simply unbearable and needs to be protected by several strong men like him.
But now in the tribe, once a few strong men are gone, the remaining people will have a hard time surviving.
"Mom..." While Su Ming was silent, the little girl in his arms murmured in her sleep, tightly hugging Su Ming's neck, as if once she let go, she would lose her peace.
"I really should come back!" Su Ming gently patted the back of the child in his arms.
Time passed slowly, and it was getting close to dusk. The migrating crowds in the Wushan tribe were already far away from their homes. In the cold, in the depths of the jungle, while gritting their teeth and moving forward, suddenly there was a sound coming from behind the crowd.
There came a shocking sharp whistle!
The whistle was harsh, and suddenly, bursts of excited roars followed. At the same time, in the jungle far behind, figures were seen galloping towards them.
In an instant, almost everyone in the Wushan tribe was shocked. Grandpa's eyes showed a cold light. The barbarians around him, as well as the first-class people, all looked murderous at this moment.
The tribesmen were trembling one by one, surrounded by the shadow of fear and death. They were afraid, and they could not help but cry, and there seemed to be chaos.
"Others don't move, continue to protect the tribe, the tribe will protect the tribe, follow me to kill the enemy!" Grandpa immediately shouted an order.
Su Ming let the little girl in his arms be held by an ordinary tribesman next to him. Just as he was about to move, he heard his grandfather's words. He stopped in his steps, gritted his teeth, and under the leadership of the tribe leader, guarded the tribe and moved forward quickly.
, behind them, Grandpa and seven tribal barbarians stood there, looking like a wall, a wall blocking the enemy tide!
Waves of roaring sounds reverberated in an instant, and then more than twenty people from the Black Mountain tribe suddenly rushed out of the jungle behind. Su Ming was shocked by the appearance of so many barbarians.
You must know that there are only more than thirty barbarians in the Wushan tribe, but now, more than twenty barbarians were dispatched in an attack by the Montenegro tribe, which made him unbelievable.
Most of these barbarians are at the fourth or fifth level of blood coagulation, but five of them have reached the sixth level of blood coagulation, and three have reached the seventh level of blood coagulation.
There is no eighth floor, but at the front of these people, there are two big men in black robes. The clothes of these two people are completely different from those of the Montenegro Department. While they look out of place, they reveal something that makes Su Ming's eyes shrink.
The majestic power of Qi and blood.
The power of this energy and blood surpasses that of Shou and Shanhen, and surpasses the clan leaders, their cultivation, and the countless blood that fills their bodies. It is shocking that they are barbarians in the late stage of blood coagulation at around the tenth level!
But Su Ming saw that these two men in black robes had dull eyes, which were obviously different from normal people, but they were quite flexible in their actions. Under his leadership, these two men
More than a dozen Black Mountain barbarians, with ferocity, excitement and bloodthirsty killing, rushed towards Grandpa and others crazily.
There were also bursts of strange roars coming from their mouths. Those sounds, when heard in the ears of ordinary tribesmen, made their bodies tremble and they were filled with fear.
"Let's go!" Grandpa turned around and said in a deep voice, turned around and took a step towards the approaching Black Mountain barbarians. With a flick of his sleeve, the black wind flew away out of thin air and swept in all directions, causing a large amount of snow all around to lift up.
He ran towards the more than twenty Black Mountain barbarians.
The two big men in black who were in the late stage of coagulation had very clear goals. They did not look at others, but the blood lines all over their bodies exploded. While the dazzling blood light bloomed, they rushed into the black wind, and the banging sound echoed.
, went straight to grandpa.
Among the remaining barbarians, seven or eight of them spurted out blood as the black wind swept across them. Their bodies trembled and collapsed, exploding into a large amount of flesh and blood. A bloody aura suddenly filled the surrounding area.
The killing begins!
Except for Grandpa, there are only seven Wushan tribesmen guarding the back. Their expressions are determined and they have no intention of retreating. Behind them are their tribesmen and their relatives. They cannot retreat, they must not retreat!
With sadness and determination, these seven people shouted to the sky and rushed towards the more than ten barbarians who were coming. They would desperately try to hold these people back and buy time for the tribesmen behind them!
Their cultivation levels are not high. The strongest one is at the seventh level of the blood coagulation realm, and the rest are mostly around the fifth level. But at this moment, there is an indescribable aura on them. This aura,
It is to protect the homeland. This momentum is to protect the clan members. This momentum cannot be erased even by death. Even if the body is broken into pieces, the enemy cannot be allowed to take a step forward!
This is a human wall forged with their flesh and blood, this is a ravine drawn with their lives, this is the madness that breaks out with their souls, this is their choice!
Su Ming's eyes turned red. Not only him, but also the barbarians around him went crazy. Even among the ordinary tribesmen, many people shouted that they were going to fight!
"Don't look. Your mission is to protect the migration of the tribe. Let's... let's go!!" Just when Su Ming and others seemed to be unable to control themselves and wanted to rush back to fight, the tribe leader who was walking at the front had a look in his eyes.
The color of decisiveness, but the depth of that decisiveness is the same sadness.
He is the clan leader of the Wushan tribe, and his mission is to let more people of the Wushan tribe live, so that the Wushan tribe can continue...
Su Ming clenched his fists fiercely, his eyes were red, and he had to suppress his murderous intention. He looked at the seven tribesmen dozens of feet away behind him, and the Montenegrin barbarians were being shouted at by more than a dozen strangely, like a flood.
As they approached, as the roars reverberated, Su Ming clearly saw a tribesman spurting out blood, his right arm exploding directly, and when he staggered back a few steps, he stopped, but his legs collapsed, but
But he was ferocious. While roaring, he slammed his head into the head of the enemy who was approaching him with excitement and killing. He even opened his mouth, and bit into the horrified and shrill screams of the Montenegrin barbarians.
He hit the man's neck and tore off a large piece of flesh and blood.
The big man from the Black Mountain tribe looked horrified, and his neck was bloody. As he screamed, he punched the barbarian from the Black Mountain tribe in the chest, causing the barbarian to spit out blood, but he ferociously swallowed the flesh and blood in his mouth.
That cruel expression and crazy behavior made the big man from Montenegro tremble in his heart.
At this moment, the Wushan tribesman who had swallowed his flesh and blood suddenly turned his head and glanced at the crowd going away. He seemed to also see Su Ming in the crowd, looking at him, with a gentle smile on his lips. He was a man in his thirties.
For a man of many years old, Su Ming is just a child in his eyes.
That smile, like the kindness of an elder, was completely different from the previous cruelty. After that smile, the man turned around and closed his eyes. The blood lines all over his body exploded in an instant, and it affected the whole body, causing his body to collapse at that moment.
, that violent sound turned into a shocking sound. At the moment when the man's body exploded, the black mountain man closest to him, whose neck was bloody and bloody, showed endless fear in his eyes, and wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
This is... the self-destruction of the bloodline!! This is the last sound of life made of flesh and blood. This sound tells all the chasing Black Mountain tribesmen that if you want to destroy the Wushan tribe, you will have to pay an unimaginable price!
In the roar, the big man from Montenegro spurted out blood, his arms collapsed, and he reluctantly retreated, but he lost all fighting spirit, his heart was trembling, and he was afraid.