"The Hunnan tribe, a large tribe in the Great Wilderness, is named Hunnan Yusheng. It is about 150 miles away from our village. It is the largest tribe in a radius of thousands of miles southwest. It has a population of more than 3,000. Among them, there are at least 1,200 soldiers who have broken through the Blood Moving Realm!"

Before the high priest could speak, Huang Mu, who was beside him, couldn't help but grit his teeth and spoke as if he had known it.

"Can there be any strong people in the Hunnan tribe who have broken through to the Dragon Realm?"

"No!"

"The strongest among the Hunnan tribe is its clan leader, Hunnan Yusheng. Now he is only at the peak of the Ninth Level of Blood Moving Heaven. It is said that he has been stuck in the Blood Moving Realm for many years. After all, the Dragon Transformation Realm is not easy to break through..." Huang Mu said with great affirmation.

very good!

When you get the answer you want to know, Wang Zixian's eyes flashed with a cold light. It's really a way to go in heaven, and you can't break in hell.

According to Wang Zixian’s original plan, violent soldiers are absolutely indispensable!

It is undeniable that even if Wang Zixian catalyzes their personal strength with just a few dozen people in the deserted village hunting team, no matter how high their personal strength is, it is not as great as the huge profits obtained under the huge population base.

Therefore, in Wang Zixian's heart, he never thought of giving up the option of retaining force to conquer other tribes.

Originally, Wang Zixian thought that as the strength of the deserted village gradually soared, it would be best to defeat the enemy without fighting. He would first slowly map and encroach on the surrounding small tribes, and then deal with these large tribes.

It's just a pity...

If I hadn't seen the sunshine, I could have endured the darkness, but with the lessons of the sudden battle in Youzhou, Wang Zixian is now confident in the strength of the famous army summoned by the Taishan King's Reincarnation Plate!

It happened that the ferocious beast corpses found in the deserted village gathered for a few days. The corpses had already started to rot and were all useless. Wang Zixian was worried about how to get points quickly.

Since he encountered this in advance, Wang Zixian didn’t mind just getting rid of the so-called Hunnan tribe!

...

Arranged the high priest, Huang Mu and others to protect the tribe, Wang Zixian rode alone in the night and advanced straight towards the Hunnan tribe.

He didn't bring any of the big men in the hunting team, and the most important thing was that it was useless. There were more than 1,000 soldiers in the blood realm of the Hunnan tribe. The whole deserted village was not enough to be a fraction of the others. This itself was an asymmetric war!

The most important thing is that Wang Zixian is a master of art and boldness. His rich combat experience in his previous life made him dare to create a unique wilderness at night alone.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he has an important reason why he has just obtained the Wei Zhiwu Zhu time limit card.

As the Buddha's dawn approached, Wang Zixian finally touched the Hunnan tribe alone.

It is worthy of being a large tribe with a population of more than 3,000 in the Great Wilderness. Standing on the mountain and looking down, the entire Hunnan tribe was completely built in a huge valley. At first glance, the entire mountain was filled with various stone houses, five steps, one pavilion, and ten steps, one pavilion, and the guards were quite strict!

But in Wang Zixian's eyes, this is almost meaningful...

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how impeccable the defense is, it is useless!

"I just got it and I haven't been warmed up yet, so I'm gone?"

Wang Zixian sighed in his heart, curled his lips, and moved his heart and directly clicked on the Wei Zhiwuzhu time limit card.

I can't bear to leave the child and can't trap the wolf. Although I feel a little distressed, there is no way...

The opening of the National Lord’s Trial List made Wang Zixian feel a little pressure, and he must speed up his pace!

call!!

A strong wind blew by, and a hundred heavy armored soldiers with their eyes closed like sculptures and lifeless stood quietly behind Wang Zixian.

The dark golden black iron heavy armor, the dark cloak as gloomy as ink, the firm faces cut by axes and swords were cold and sharp. Under the calm surface, it seemed that there was a powerful force to destroy everything, just like the arrival of the god of death in the underworld, leaping with the blood-colored Shura fighting soul, trying to destroy all enemies that dare to fight against it!

"hiss--"

This was the first time that Wang Zixian had witnessed the living Wei Wuzun who had been in the legend and was still a living Wei Wuzun. He couldn't help but look around for a few more curiously, amazement, and silently made a rough comparison of strength in his heart.

In the end, Wang Zixian came to a domineering conclusion.

If he had faced these Wei Wushangs, he would be sure to let the other party kneel on the ground within three seconds, begging himself not to die!

...

"kill!"

Wang Zixian pointed his finger to the Hunnan tribe below and spit out the word "kill".

That's right!

Without fancy tactics or strange tactics, Wang Zixian just wants such a righteous and open and arrogant approach.

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a hundred Wei Wushu, who were like sculptures, suddenly opened his eyes at the same time!

As the eyes opened, the sudden rise of hot fighting spirit suddenly surging in the pupils of each soldier, sharp and formidable, as if it could tear everything in front of them into pieces. In an instant, an extremely ancient and terrifying evil aura soared into the sky like a hurricane!

kill!

One hundred people shouted loudly, crushing towards the Hunnan tribe in the valley below like a tiger descending a mountain. The shouts were like thunder, shaking the sky and shaking the darkness at dawn.

The surging terror was like a deep-blooded fighting spirit, and the sky spread out, and it was about to tear apart the wind and clouds and cleanse the void!

"Enemy attack--"

Wei Wuzhu had such a big noise, so he naturally could not hide the attention of the Hunnan tribe.

After all, it is a large tribe, and the reaction is very fast!

At that moment, Wang Zixian saw countless soldiers of the Hunnan tribe like tides surged out of the stone houses in all directions, holding simple and vulgar weapons, and began to charge forward towards the Wei Wushu who rushed down from the mountain.

Kill kill...

A tragic battle is about to break out!

No, it should be said that it is a one-sided massacre, and it is about to break out!

The overall strength of Wei Wuzu was really terrifying. Whether it was combat literacy or cooperation, he had reached a state of perfection.

On the other hand, although the Hunnan tribe has a large number of people, there are even many powerful warriors who are in the sixth level of blood and seventh level of blood, they lack the cooperation between advance and retreat, as well as excellent weapons. It is more appropriate to describe it as a group of mobs.

The balance of victory and defeat in this battle was actually destined to end with the one-sided massacre of Wei Wuzhang from the beginning!

The fifty Youzhou thunder cavalry could even resist the beast tide that destroyed everything, let alone the martial soldiers of the hundred Wei?

Too tragic...

It's really tragic!

If the cavalry of Youzhou was a cavalry like a firework, Wang Zixian felt the magnificent charm of the famous army that sheds my blood and moves forward. He swallowed it whole, and finally left a vague shadow.

Then the current Wei Wuzun truly explained to Wang Zixian what is the violent aesthetic brought by famous soldiers throughout the ages during the Cold Weapon War.

The two are completely opposite combat styles!

On the front line that was opened all over the mountains, the Wushu of Wei, facing the warriors of the Shanghunnan tribe, seemed to be repeating only one action forever.

Raise the knife, slash, raise the knife, slash again, slash again...

One knife, one knife, one knife, one knife, the knife rises and falls, and the head rolls and blood flows into a river!

The cold and white sword light shines brightly like a waterfall under the morning glow of broken gold. The body and movements are more domineering than in the best martial arts movies in the world before, and those martial arts masters are even more domineering and arrogant, invisibly full of a violent aesthetic that swallows mountains and rivers!

Amid the sadness, figures wearing golden armor, like wolves and tigers filled every direction in the mountains, and the armor light spreads towards the sun and the golden scales!

The golden armor in the mountains and fields suddenly made Wang Zixian think of a very famous movie, which was very appropriate. It’s a pity that there was no city here, so he was not Yuan Jie...

"A common man's success can only be said to be a commendable courage..."

Wang Zixian looked at the warriors who were rushing up in a row without fear of death, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly. In just a few minutes, the two sides met in just one meeting, and at least nearly 700 people died in the Hunnan tribe.

As time goes by, this number of casualties continues to increase!

"Aren't you going to show up?"

Wang Zixian looked towards the Hunnan tribe camp, as if he was talking to someone who existed, or muttering to himself.

"stop!"

It was as if I really heard Wang Zixian's pondering in the dark, and in response to him, suddenly, a cold and cold shout from a young woman, with the blessing of her powerful qi and blood, resounded through the sky.

"Guests from afar, our Hunnan tribe admitted defeat in this battle!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zixian's face suddenly seemed to be waving the clouds and seeing the sun, and a cold smile appeared slightly.

...
Chapter completed!