Chapter 719 Mysterious master is now in the snow field
He knew that the reason Shu Hu Yanjiang did not attack him so quickly was because he would be left until the end. Shu Hu Yanjiang wanted him to watch his people fall one by one in front of him, but he was powerless, and the blood
Splashing, screams resounded through the mountains and fields, but his heart could not stop praying, praying for the gods to come and kill all these murderous demons. If it weren't for these white warriors, he and his tribe would still have a chance.
After escaping, he knew the fighting prowess of the Wuhu tribe warriors, and he also felt powerless and palpitated at the strength of these terrifying white warriors.
The scimitars raised by this group of murderous white warriors rolled up dazzling bright red blood. The scimitars in their hands were like artifacts for harvesting life. The flying sword shadows reflected streaks of blood in the snow light.
Blood stains and splashes of blood were scattered in the air. Screams and wailings came overwhelmingly. Human screams were mixed with bursts of horse neighing. The white snow had been dyed red by the flowing blood, and the sky was covered with blood.
There was a solemn change, and an aura like a clear blue sky filled the air.
As the leader of a tribe, Chief Wanyan has never experienced any big storms. Faced with those tribesmen who resolutely went to death, faced with the group of extremely ferocious white-clothed warriors who killed people like hemp, and the menacing men who never failed to succeed in their conspiracy.
The leader of the Wuhu Tribe, Shu Hu Yanjiang, did not show any panic. He buried the fear in the deepest part of his heart, he hid the anger and grief in the deepest part, and there was only an extremely calm expression on his face.
, and he could only keep praying in his heart, praying for the coming of God.
Often a person who faces despair will show incomparable calmness. The more desperate he is, the calmer he becomes. Chief Wanyan knew that he no longer had any fear at this time. The familiar faces of his clan members flashed through his mind.
His face, his own children, he did not expect anyone to save him at this time. God could not hear his prayers all the time, and God would sometimes take a nap.
He could only comfort himself in this way. He didn't have any excessive hatred for the Wuhu tribe and others who wanted to kill him. He just felt that it was not worth it. He hoped that there would be an honest contest between the two tribes.
Instead of using those conspiracies and tricks. For these white-clothed warriors, of course he also knew their identities, the ninjas of the Fusang Kingdom in the East China Sea, because the first thing these white-clothed ninjas found was the Wanyan tribe. For these white-clothed ninjas,
Intention, he also vaguely guessed something in his heart.
The screams slowly became louder, and the pungent smell of blood became more and more intense. Blood was already flowing like spring water on the white snow. Lines of fresh blood were flowing out.
Life has been left under this mountain peak for a long time. The sky reflects the dazzling scarlet, and the blood stains flowing in the white sky are getting denser and denser. The fallen tribesmen also began to slowly lose their warmth, and slowly
Cooled down.
He knew that he would become one of them. He saw the ferocious smile of Shuhu Yanjiang, he saw the desperate but fearless determination of his tribe to die, he saw the cold scimitars of the white-clothed ninjas,
And that ferocious gaze. All of this was finally fixed in his mind, blood became the last color in front of his eyes, and the screams echoed in his ears for a long time.
With a fearless light in his eyes, he puffed up his chest resolutely and raised the big knife in his hand. The thick animal fur coat was stained mottled by the splash of blood. He also killed himself.
He had met several members of the Wuhu tribe, and he had also directly faced those white-clothed ninjas, but he knew that he was just an ordinary mortal, and he had not even touched the skirts of those white-clothed ninjas.
All the tribesmen were killed, and he was the only one left. He looked around intently, and then looked at the pool of blood. In addition to the members of the Wanyan tribe, there were also several members of the Wanyan tribe lying in the pool of blood.
There was no white-clothed ninja in the Wuhu tribe. He sighed secretly. In the face of strength, everything was empty talk. These white-clothed ninjas were not comparable to the warriors in their ordinary tribe.
"Old man Wanyan, how are you? It hurts now. You are the only one left in the tribe you led, but you don't have to worry, you will be able to accompany them soon. As for Changbai Mountain, I accept it with a smile.
.Actually, don’t blame me. Our Wuhu tribe needs Changbai Mountain more, and your Wanyan tribe will become the history of our Jurchen tribe. I believe it won’t be long before no one will remember your Wanyan tribe.”
The cruel look on Shuhu Yanjiang's face was not concealed. He waved his hand, and dozens of Wuhu tribe warriors holding bows and arrows suddenly poured out from all around him. The bows and arrows in their hands were fully drawn, and the arrow tips
Aiming at the leader of the Wanyan tribe, a chilling aura immediately spread out. It was obvious that these warriors did not shoot the arrows immediately, but were waiting for Shuhu Yanjiang's order.
Looking at the arrows with cold light, Chief Wanyan still didn't understand. Where could the Wuhu tribe have such elite arrows? These arrows were provided to the Wuhu tribe by the Khitans. It seemed that they were
The Khitan general Yelv Qishi in Baili Town reached an agreement with Shuhu Yanjiang. Even if Wanyan Yanxu was betrothed to the fourth Khitan prince, so what if a Khitan great master emerged from the Wanyan tribe, the Jurchen tribe still wanted to see
The Khitan people's faces are alive.
He knew that this was not only the ambition of the Wuhu tribe, but also the Khitan people who were secretly fueling the flames. How could they do it with the ability and courage of the tiger to Yanjiang. In addition to this group of ninjas from the East China Sea island country, and the Khitan general Qishi secretly
Adding fuel to the flames, and finally adding Shuhu Yanjiang's ambition, the Wanyan tribe ended up becoming the prey of all three of them. It should be said that Changbai Mountain became their real prey.
"Do you think you can truly control Changbai Mountain like this? You know that our Wanyan tribe has lived in Changbai Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. Do you think this is a coincidence? You will never understand. Everything in Changbai Mountain,
Even the gods have chosen our Wanyan tribe. Do you know why? Do you think you can dominate Changbai Mountain by killing me, Wanyan Mountain? You are too naive."
A contemptuous smile appeared on Patriarch Wanyan's face, and he taunted Shuhu Yanjiang. Although there were traces of grief in his eyes, his face was calm and calm. From his face, it could be seen that
He does not show any fear, but instead gives people an extraordinary aura of righteousness. He is not afraid of life and death. He faces this desperate situation indifferently, but he exudes an aura of pride in his bones. He is proud of being a Wanyan tribe.
That kind of supreme honor and pride.
"Wanyan Dashan, stop bluffing here. Changbai Mountain is just a mountain. Do you think there really is a god? Even if there is a god, why didn't you come to save your people? Do you have to wait until your Wanyan tribe encounters something bad?
Will the threat of genocide manifest itself? You don’t have any hope anymore. The Khitans want your Wanyan tribe to perish, and our Wuhu tribe wants this Changbai Mountain. This is enough. Your Wanyan tribe will be lost in the long river of history.
, no one can save you today."
The corners of Shuhu Yanjiang's mouth rose slightly. How could he care about the other party's words? At best, he just felt that Wanyan Dashan was bluffing.
"Shu Hu Yanjiang, you colluded with foreign tribes to harm our Jurchen compatriots, and you must be punished for your crime. God's punishment will come. Today, I, Wanyan Dashan, will lose my life at your hands, but you want to destroy my Wanyan tribe, so I advise you to die.
Do you think this group of aliens are sincerely helping you Wuhu tribe? It is precisely because they know the secret of Changbai Mountain that they collude with you. When the time comes, you will lead the wolf into the house and become our Jurchen tribe.
Thousands of sinners.”
Wanyan Dashan smiled proudly. He stood tall and strong, facing the opponent with fearless eyes. He had put life and death aside.
"Kill, pierce this old man Wanyan's heart with thousands of arrows. Let's see if this old man can still keep his words." Shuhu Yanjiang did not get the desperate look of Wanyan Dashan he expected. He couldn't help but became angry and issued an order to the Wuhu tribe members.
.
Regarding the order issued by Shuhu Yanjiang, Wanyan Dashan could only sigh secretly in his heart. He could only secretly pray that the other people in the Wanyan tribe would be okay. He closed his eyes and faced Shuhu Yanjiang calmly.
With that strong murderous intention, he seemed to feel very calm at this moment, so calm that his breathing relaxed, and he felt that the surroundings had become very quiet.
At this critical moment, a resounding and loud roar broke the depressing atmosphere, and then a figure rushed down from the mountain peak with a violent snowstorm. That figure was filled with the majestic aura of the wild sky, and that figure
Holding an extremely cold spear in his hand, that person was none other than Wanyan Zhantian.
Wanyan Zhantian's figure has not yet arrived, but the huge aura emanating from his body has already shrouded the people of the Wuhu tribe and the several white-clothed ninjas. The spear made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the sharp sound condensed on the spear
Under the formidable cold light, figures shot down from the mountain peaks like arrows, and several spear flowers suddenly shot out.
"Puff, puff, puff" After several dull sounds, several white-clothed ninjas felt a tearing pain in their throats. Before they could react, they were pierced by the spear in Wanyan Zhantian's hand.
The other white-clothed ninjas raised their scimitars one after another, and streams of cold light flew up, rushing towards the figure that came in an instant. However, when the white-clothed ninjas held their hands,
As soon as the scimitar inside was raised, their figures paused again.
As Wanyan Zhantian's body turned around, the spear in his hand rolled up traces of blood. When his figure stopped, he could see those white-clothed ninjas covering their hands tightly.
Their own throats and gurgling blood flowed from their fingers, and their eyes showed disbelief. Finally, their eyes all turned into looks of horror, and their bodies slowly fell down.
A majestic figure stood in front of Wanyan Dashan. Under a pair of thick eyebrows was a pair of piercing eyes, which shot out a dazzling light. Wanyan Zhantian's spear was horizontal, and his face became solemn.
The majestic aura around him billowed up, and the snow under his feet became violent because of the aura flowing around him. The snowflakes sputtering under his feet kept flying.
Shuhu Yanjiang was suddenly shocked. He didn't seem to react to this sudden situation. He seemed to have forgotten to give the order to shoot the arrow. Not only him, but also other warriors of the Wuhu tribe also forgot to open the bow and shoot the arrow. They were stunned.
Looking at Wanyan Zhantian falling from the sky, endless fear suddenly surged from the bottom of their hearts. They subconsciously took a few steps back, and the hands holding the bow and arrow trembled slightly. No one dared to open the bow and shoot the first shot.
One arrow.
"Quick, shoot an arrow and shoot them to death." Shu Hu Yanjiang finally came to his senses and shouted angrily.
Ye Yinfeng's figure flashed across the vast snow-capped mountains like a ghost. When his figure landed on a sudden rock, he stopped. Because
He saw a figure flying up from the bottom of the mountain. The figure was very fast, and its movement was extremely exquisite. A majestic aura surged from the figure's body. Obviously, the figure did not deliberately conceal himself.
Instead, he displayed his cultivation to the fullest. He was a master. Although he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, Ye Yinfeng felt a powerful crisis pouring out of that person.