Jiufeng's weapon is not a magic weapon, but she has been with her war for many years. Under the pouring of murderous aura and blood, it is already extraordinary, but unfortunately it is only extraordinary.

At this time, Yang Fanhai's true energy was not stronger than before, but his will was completely different from usual.

The Three Spread Waves of Canghai are a desperate shooting technique. The third shot is all the way. The original intention taught by Master Feng may be to fight for the desperate. The so-called desperate is actually a hard hit at the end of the journey.

He had never really had such a situation before, or had never experienced such a situation well. At this moment, he could only shoot the last shot, and driven by the will of all means, the force almost tear him apart.

In this case, the long-handled battle axe could not hold on at all and finally broke.

Among the flying fragments, looking at the black spear that was galloping towards him, Jiufeng fell to the ground, her red lips slightly opened and her whole body was stiff. At this moment, her mind began to look back at a strange speed, from the clan leader to the sharpness, to the outstanding performance of her childhood.

But in a moment, I recalled my life like this. Until the end, a thought arose in my mind: Am I going to die?

No one could save her at this moment, and the gun that even she could not stop herself was even more unstoppable.

At the moment of life and death, Yang Fanhai slightly tilted the spear head, brushed Jiufeng's face, and directly inserted it into the earth behind her.

"boom!"

The energy of the third shot exploded instantly and poured into the earth. With the two of them as the center, it burst out a huge deep pit in a radius of 1,000 meters. Only where the two of them stood, the lonely peak was independent.

"You lost, I didn't kill you, not because I can't kill you, but because my elder brother doesn't want to kill you. If you still have the glory of the witch clan, surrender!"

Yang Fanhai held up his last breath and finished speaking in one breath. A terrible feeling of fatigue surged up, causing him to close his eyes and fainted. His hand holding the black spear slid down the barrel until he almost lay on Jiufeng before he stopped.

Looking at the man wrapped in black armor near in front of her, Jiufeng gritted her teeth and held her breath tightly. She was afraid that she would have contact with the other person's body because she was breathing too heavily. Even if she was separated by a set of black armor, it made her feel uncomfortable.

After a while, he squirmed and moved out from under Yang Fanhai's body. He stood up slowly and looked at Yang Fanhai, who was tilting his black spear but did not fall down. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Class leader!"

A Tianhe Tribe witch clan rushed over and knocked Yang Fanhai at the sledgehammer in his hand. Although he didn't know how Jiufeng turned defeat into victory, he knew what he should do at this moment.

Seeing that the hammer was about to knock down, I saw a bare hand stretching out and holding the hammer directly, making it unable to fall.

"Clan...Clan leader, why!"

The witch clan looked surprised because the person who took action to stop it was Jiufeng.

Looking at Yang Fanhai, Jiufeng looked entangled. After a while, he finally sighed and said, "I lost this battle. He could have killed me, but he let me go. If I kill him now, wouldn't I become a villain?"

Looking around again, although the battle continued, because she was restrained by Yang Fanhai for too long, the situation was hopeless. Even if she fought hard now, it would be only a matter of time before she lost.

The battle continued, but only increased casualties. Although he was unwilling to accept it, Jiufeng finally made a decision and shouted into the sky: "Stop, stop!"

With that order, the Tianhe Tribe fought and retreated. Duan Xiu also commanded the Jiuli Army to stabilize the formation and not pursue it. In a moment, the battlefield of the melee group became clear and distinct, with each side.

Jiufeng jumped out of the bottom of the pit, took a flag from his subordinates, and then jumped a few times, landed in front of Duan Xiu, inserted the flag into the ground, then half-kneeled on the ground, lowered his head, and said softly.

"The Tianhe Tribe originally intended to surrender to Jiuli!"

"Class leader!" The witch clan of the Tianhe tribe shouted loudly, obviously unwilling to do so. Some even rushed towards this place, as if they wanted to take action.

"Stop it all!" Jiufeng roared. Although he still maintained a half-kneeling posture, he still made all those people stop. It was just this scene that showed that the Tianhe Tribe was strict in its rules.

"If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say!" Jiufeng said softly: "When did our witch clan children start to even fail?"

As soon as this said, there was finally no one making noise anymore, and the Tianhe tribe became quiet.

Seeing this, Duan Xiu finally let out a long sigh, drove the tiger around Jiufeng, then reached out and pulled out the flag of the Tianhe Tribe, and roared to the sky: "Jiuli, victory!"

"Victory, victory!"

The army of hundreds of thousands of nine Li cheered loudly, which was something that had never happened when conquering other tribes before. Because everyone knew which tribes were just icing on the cake, it was nothing. Only at this moment, if you defeat the Tianhe tribe, this Western Expedition was considered a real victory.

Change the flag and take over the tribe, everything else is going on in an orderly manner.

After conquering the Tianhe tribe, the war on the Western Expedition was equivalent to the end. The army finally took off the pressure from its shoulders and drank a lot of wine and meat.

Yang Fanhai, the biggest hero, was sleeping at this moment. Duan Xiu was waiting in the camp. After a while, he saw that the tent curtain was opened and an old witch clan came out.

"How is it?" Duan Xiu asked hurriedly.

He thought Yang Fanhai was an ordinary coma, but it seemed that it was not the case. He used many means but could not awaken him, so he could only ask Jiufeng to invite the old wizard from the Tianhe Tribe.

The old wizard glanced at him and said softly: "The armor he was wearing was isolated from his breath. I couldn't detect the situation inside him, so I couldn't be sure, but it would be fine to see that his breathing was stable."

"He has practiced a strange technique, and you can feel that the energy of heaven and earth around you is being swallowed by him. I don't know which race he belongs to. He is really a monster."

Duan Xiu sighed: "It's fine!"

He had no intention of discussing what race the Mu Yi brothers are, as long as they were safe. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, looked around and asked, "Where is Jiufeng?"

The old wizard whispered to the tent: "It's inside!"

"Inside?" Duan Xiu lifted the curtain and took a look. The situation inside immediately stunned him.

Jiufeng was indeed inside, so Yang Fanhai was naturally there, lying on the animal skin bed without moving. Because of Chi You's advice and Yang Fanhai himself said, he never took off his black armor.

What surprised him was Jiufeng. At this moment, she was sitting at the other end of Yang Fanhai's feet, her hands tugged in a ball on her chest, and she looked at Yang Fanhai motionlessly, frowned, as if she was puzzled by why and it was difficult to find the answer.

"What is she doing?" Duan Xiu asked softly.

"You don't know..." The old wizard smiled strangely: "It seems that your Jiuli tribe is also in chaos and is about to go out to fight, so he doesn't even ask for information about the opponent's tribe."

Then he approached Duan Cultivation and started to speak in a voice transmission.

After hearing what the old wizard said, Duan Xiu was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "There is such a thing, it's interesting! Then I'll go and drink with my brothers first."

Then, regardless of the situation here, he grabbed the old wizard and walked away.

The witch clan members had a party for five days and five nights, and Yang Fanhai also had a sleep for five days and five nights. He seemed to be trapped in the mud and could not break free until the sixth day.

The true qi in the body has been completely recovered and the injury is not left at all. I don’t know how many heaven and earth vital energy I absorbed this day and night, even the true qi consumed in the belt meridian has been filled.

I opened my eyes, looked at the roof of the tent, felt it, my whole body was there, no less.

It seems that he has survived... Yang Fanhai thought to himself that at the last moment, he shifted the gun head, not because of his pistol, but because of Chi You.

Just like Gongsun Xuanyuan wanted a complete Xuzhou and Qingzhou, Chi You must also want a southern barbarian land that preserved its vitality.

Conquering the Southern Barbarians is just the first step for Chiyou. He wants to lead the witch clan to become stronger, and Liangzhou and Jingzhou are the places where he has to spend more time. People like Jiufeng can become his left and right arm and should not die on such a battlefield.

The approach was very risky at that time, but fortunately I won the bet. I could lie here well, and it was probably because the Tianhe tribe surrendered.

He moved his fingers and sat up again, trying to get up. But as soon as he sat up, he saw a beautiful and pretty woman sitting in front of him. Yang Fanhai was so scared that he bounced at the back, and almost knocked down the tent with a clang.

"You...you...you..."

Pointing at Jiufeng in front of him, Yang Fanhai stuttered several times, but he didn't know what to say.

Jiufeng shook her head with regret: "I'm not dead..."

This kind of greeting was ingenious. Yang Fanhai didn't know what to say to the witch clan, so he simply said nothing and stood up slowly.

"Brother Mu Yi, Brother Mu Yi..."

After a few shouts, Duan Xiufeng rushed in quickly. When he saw Yang Fanhai standing, he was immediately overjoyed: "You'll wake up, how about you, your body is fine?"

Yang Fanhai immediately shook his head: "It's okay, I'm already recovered!"

"It's good to recover!" Duan Xiu also let out a long sigh: "In the past, you always felt as arrogant as a wolf on the grassland and didn't talk much to people. I didn't expect that when you fight, you would be even more terrifying than a mad cow."

"I won't mention this in advance. The patriarch sent someone an urgent message, asking you not to participate in the battles later, and hurry back to Qingli Tribe."

"What's going on?" Yang Fanhai asked in confusion. If you analyze rationally, Chi You shouldn't recall him at this time.

Duan Xiu glanced around, then looked at Jiufeng again, and then whispered.

"The twelve witch tribes have come, and I want to take Qiankun Bow away!"
Chapter completed!