A white-faced and beardless middle-aged man in the Song Clan team was full of anger, and shouted: "I am ordered by the Song Clan Presbyterian Court, and I am here on important business! Why is the friend on the other side blocking the way? Me and your deacon Bai Lubai Personal relationship is not shallow."
"Bai Lu?" The leader of the White Clan team sneered, "There are tens of thousands of deacons outside the White Clan, who knows what the origin of the White Clan you are talking about? Now this is the White Clan's war zone, and without permission, No one is allowed to enter. It is the same even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes!"
The middle-aged Song Clan's complexion darkened, and he said coldly: "Brother, what you said is that you don't give me the Song Clan's face? Let me remind you first, there is an accident with an important cargo team of my Song Clan in the front area. What? As soon as this incident happened, the White Clan sealed off this territory, so could it have something to do with you?"
The leader of the White Clan team laughed, and said, "Don't play with me to frame the blame! Does what happened to your Song Clan have anything to do with my White Clan? You can still use your mouth to dump the dirty water!" Throw it over? To tell you the truth, today I will block my way, and you can sue whoever you like. If you don’t accept it, then start beating and step on my corpse!"
The middle-aged Song Clan was so angry that his face turned green and pale, and he flicked his sleeves, and said angrily: "A dignified man, how can he act and talk like a bandit?"
"That's better than you Song Clans who can only move their mouths and dare not do anything!"
This sentence made everyone in the Song Clan furious, but the anger returned to anger, but they all suppressed their anger, not to mention fighting, they didn't even fight back.
In this bloody battle, the teams directly under the four clans knew each other's situation very well, and the private troops sent by each clan would inevitably have their superiors and inferiors. The Zhao Clan team is famous for being elite, and the White Clan is also powerful in battle. Although the combat power of a single player is not as good as that of the Zhao Clan, they win because of their large numbers.
In contrast, Zhang Clan's team didn't shine, and they were quite mediocre in terms of quantity and quality. But no one dared to underestimate Zhang Clan just because of this, especially when it was said that the newly promoted Heavenly King Zhang Boqian also came to sit in Yongye, which was enough to make most people stop their selfish thoughts of using small tricks and tricks.
The Song Clan private army has the largest number, but the proportion of mercenaries is also the highest. Many temporary teams are formed. Most of the members are mercenary adventurers, good and bad. Such a team, when it comes to a critical moment, is of course not as cohesive as the private army cultivated by the aristocrats since childhood. In addition, the Song Clan has always been business-oriented, and in business, they pay attention to making money with harmony, so the people in the Clan have less bloody and murderous aura.
At this moment, the two sides are facing each other. Although the number of the White Clan team is small, if they really want to fight, they may not necessarily lose. Moreover, Qianye, who was on the sidelines, has already seen that the most important thing is that the people of the Song clan are actually timid before fighting, and they don't have the heart to fight at all, otherwise they wouldn't waste so much talk.
Having said that, it became a deadlock. After the middle-aged man from the Song Clan threw down a few hard words to fill the scene, he led his team away, looking a little disheartened. The white man laughed without shame, and did not forget to make some sarcasm.
After the Song Clan team was forced back, this small group continued to move forward, patrolling according to the established route, and blocked the border. They didn't go far, and the captain suddenly felt a little weird, as if the surroundings were too quiet.
"Stop, stay alert!" The captain turned his head and issued an order. But when he turned around, his eyes widened immediately, and he was shocked to find that only half of his team was left, and the other seven or eight people had disappeared at some point.
Even the few soldiers who were still standing still had a dull expression on their faces, and they didn't respond to the captain's order.
Big drops of cold sweat rolled down the captain's forehead immediately, he managed to maintain his composure, and shouted: "You guys, what's the matter with you? Didn't you hear me?"
"They can't hear."
These soldiers suddenly went limp and fell slowly, revealing the figure of Qianye behind the team.
The captain was shocked, pointed his gun at Qianye, and shouted: "Who are you? Dare to touch our white clan team, are you impatient?!"
"White Boss? Heh, I'm looking for someone from your White Boss."
Qianye's hand moved slightly, bringing up an afterimage, and the force gun in the captain's hand somehow fell into Qianye's hand. The captain clasped his fingers hard, but it was empty, and only then did he realize that his hands were empty.
The captain suddenly gasped, so fast! Before he could react in shock, Qianye's hand had already grabbed his neck, lifted him up, and smashed him into a giant tree.
There was only a muffled sound, and the captain's body almost completely sank into the tree. He and Qianye were originally tens of meters away from the giant tree, but Qianye seemed to take only one step and appeared in front of the giant tree with him. At such a speed, even if it only hit a tree, it would be extremely heavy, not to mention that the captain was smashed past.
Even though he already had a level nine combat power and was only one step away from the general, the captain couldn't bear such an impact. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and dozens of bones in his body were broken.
"Why are people from the White House here? Who are they here? Tell me everything you know, maybe I will let you live."
The captain was embedded in the giant tree and couldn't move. Hearing Qianye's words, he let out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and spit on Qianye's face, cursing: "If you have the guts, kill the old man. If you want to use my words, There is no door! Uncle, I died here today, and the masters in the business will naturally avenge me in the future. At that time, your whole family will die badly. The men will be chopped up and fed to the dogs, and the women will be sold to black brothels and fucked. die… "
Qianye flashed the blood sideways, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly: "I can't see it, but you are quite spineless. But in my hands, the process of death is just a bit longer for people with spine. Since you hate me so much, you should hate me for a while longer."
After finishing speaking, Qianye stretched out his hand and patted the captain a few times. The captain's face suddenly turned red, and he yelled frantically, "You shattered all the force nodes in my whole body! You will die badly!..."
Qianye grabbed a piece of wood casually, stuffed it into the captain's mouth, stopped the crazy curse, turned and left. However, he did not go far, but found an ancient tree with luxuriant foliage, leaped up and hid in the crown of the tree, waiting for more white clansmen to arrive.
This team has a fixed patrol route, and the whole team is missing. It won't be long before someone will come to investigate. It doesn't matter even if the incoming person is so powerful that Qianye can't make a move. The captain had all of his original force nodes shattered, and he could only live for one more day at most, even if he was rescued, it would be useless.
As expected, about an hour later, another group of white valve fighters appeared. There are about twenty people in this team, and the leader is already a general.
He walked quickly, stopped suddenly, and turned his head to look at the crown of an ancient tree. A moment ago, it was Qianye's hiding place there, but when the warrior looked over there feelingly, the tree was empty and there was no movement.
"You two, go ahead and have a look. You three, go up the tree and look for any suspicious traces." The general didn't let go of this strange feeling, and after some assignments, several soldiers fanned out , probing around.
Soon the warriors who climbed the tree came back, and naturally they did not bring any valuable discoveries. Only one of the warriors with a sense of smell reported that there was a strange smell left on the top of the tree, but he couldn't tell what it was.
The warrior looked serious, this information was of no value at all, maybe it was just a bird that landed there. But he was still lingering with a little uneasiness in his heart, and he always felt that the top of the tree was a little weird.
At this time, he suddenly realized that the few soldiers sent to the front did not return anything at all. The general's face immediately turned serious, and he turned around and said, "Get ready to fight!"
Just turning around, he found that most of the soldiers behind him fell down without a sound, and the figures of the few people who were still standing beside him fell limply to the ground in a flash.
After finishing off these warriors, Qianye appeared beside the general like a ghost, and slapped them down. The general reacted quickly, raised his arm shield, and faced Qianye's blow.
At this moment, Qianye's eyes are full of deep blue, and the movements of the warriors in his field of vision have slowed down considerably, and the circulation of the original force can be seen at a glance, and his whole body is full of flaws. What's more, even if there are no openings, Qianye is confident that he can create some openings for him in close combat.
However, Qianye was too lazy to use any means to deal with such a tenth-level general with a flimsy foundation and mediocre origin power. He slapped the opponent's arm shield directly and crushed it with incomparable strength.
The general's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, spurting out a mouthful of blood. The arm shield was still held high above his head, not because he didn't want to put it down, but because his whole body was stiff and his arm couldn't come down.
Qianye clenched his fist with his left hand, and his slender fingers popped out one by one. There were several crisp thunder sounds in the air, and several air bombs that were difficult to discern with the naked eye shot towards the white warriors who ran back after hearing the sound, and directly shot at them. Bottomless blood holes opened between their eyebrows.
In the blink of an eye, the entire army of the white clan fighters was wiped out, no one was spared, and only the general was left alive.
Qianye stood still in front of the general, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Now, answer my question, maybe you still have a chance to survive."
The expression on the man's face was horrified, but when he found that none of his team members were alive, he calmed down a little, and hope for survival was ignited in his eyes. It turned out that this person's surname was Qian and his name was Bo. He was a master who joined the White Clan halfway.
He was not as loyal to the White House as the captain in front of him. Before Qianye threatened him, he said everything he knew. Soon, Qianye heard an unexpected name.
"Bai Longjia? He's here too?" Qianye was slightly taken aback. According to Bai Longjia's advancement speed, he should have already passed the safety line of the Iron Curtain. He is the backbone of the younger generation of the White Clan. Why did he take this risk to come in? .
"General Bai is in charge of the military affairs in this theater. This is an order that has just been handed down."
"The war zone?" Qianye frowned slightly.
"It is indeed a war zone. It has just been settled."
After a while, seeing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Qianye let Qian Bo go. If, as Qianye expected, Qian Bo did not return to the White Valve base, but chose another direction to leave, obviously absconding in fear of crime. With his strength, although there is no hope of promotion, it is not difficult to go back to the upper continent and find a random faction to join him, and get a comfortable position.
Now the situation is getting more and more complicated. At this time, the White Clan set up a war zone in this place and transferred the White Dragon Armor. It is not known whether it was the order of the Imperial Army or the White Clan's own actions. In any case, the mere caravan of Ningyuan Heavy Industry is not worth their efforts.