The earth-level priest had a dignified face, the pressure from the big man in front of him was too great.
As long as it is not a vital point, the opponent will not dodge or dodge at all, and directly exchange injuries for injuries.
"Master, where's my axe? Who will throw it over to me?" Hong Bao was a little annoyed that he couldn't take down the offering, so he roared.
"My lord, continue." Immediately, someone broke away from the battle group and ran to a distance to come back with an ax and throw it in this direction.
Now that the overall situation has been settled, there are no more than thirty knights alive, and they are still rapidly decreasing, even if they run away, they cannot escape.
Even if they rode their horses to escape, someone would shoot them down with a bow and an arrow.
The remaining manpower did not put any pressure on the ancient people in the field.
Naturally, Hong Bao's opponent didn't want him to catch it, and now he couldn't stand it with one axe, and seeing that the opponent hadn't used much strength, he really couldn't stand it with two axes.
"Did the Seventh Prince run away? As long as he runs away, I can leave." The priest thought to himself, but naturally he couldn't see it from his angle, the Seventh Prince had been stopped long ago.
When the priest saw the two people in front of him, he put the Seventh Prince aside and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, you go first."
The Seventh Prince gritted his teeth and left quickly without looking back.
He couldn't figure out why these people came to kill him. He could send so many masters, except for Qi Zixiao, who was Hongwu.
And these people don't seem to be in the army, it means that Qi Zixiao wants to kill himself.
Why? Her talent is not high, she is not outstanding among the eleven brothers, and she has never done anything to offend Qi Zixiao, why did she kill herself
The Seventh Prince was about to grit his teeth. Although he didn't know why, as long as he could go back alive, he would definitely take revenge for today.
When the Seventh Prince was about to sink into the jungle, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air from behind, his body jumped to one side, and then let out a scream.
A javelin shot through the thigh directly, and even the bones were broken.
Walking over step by step was a big man with five animal claw scars on his face. If the claw marks were deeper, his eyeballs might be gone. At this moment, he had a murderous look on his face.
Glancing at the distance from the corner of his eye, the priest was still entangled by two people who couldn't get away from him. As long as he wanted to leave, the two people would definitely use injury for injury to send him away.
This made him feel a little chilly.
The ancient people regard death in battle as glory, even after death, the bones will be buried in the 60,000 mountains, and the heroic soul will be with countless ancestors.
Therefore, these ancient people seem to never know what pain is, and they are not afraid of death.
This is also the point that other countries are most afraid of.
The seventh prince faced the big man who was walking towards him step by step, and trembled all over his body.
The fear of death hung over him.
I never thought that I would die here in such a situation. If he had known this earlier, he would never have gone to Dayao.
If he didn't pay too much attention to dragon scales, dragon blood and unicorn blood, how could he go out in person.
Unexpectedly, he would be murdered.
"Why did Qi Zixiao kill me? Why?" The Seventh Prince's face twitched, howling full of anger and despair.
However, the big man on the opposite side didn't answer him at all, and directly nailed the Seventh Prince to the ground with a javelin, and then chopped off his head with a knife.
When he was pierced by the javelin on the ground, a face suddenly appeared in the Seventh Prince's mind.
Is it because of him? But why
And near the carriage, the battle had come to an end, a hundred people took turns of the middle class, not to mention people, not even a horse was missed, and there was only one place of corpses.
Wei Gu stared at the sky with wide eyes, but his body was several meters away.
It was too late for the earth tire-level priest to run away. Apart from Hong Bao who was facing him, there were five or six big men outside the arena, arms crossed and laughing.
"My lord, you are the slowest."
Hong Bao's eyes were red and he cursed: "Mother, this bastard is too slippery."
He swung two wheels-sized axes like windmills in his hands, and he almost dug three feet into the surrounding ground, with ravines covering a radius of 100 meters.
Although the opponent was injured all over, he still couldn't take it down.
The priest laughed miserably, saying that he would not survive today. But the dignity of the earth made him unwilling to die like this, and even if he died, he would drag the other party's back.
Soon, he found a gap, and threw himself into the shadow of the axe. The long sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Hong Bao's throat.
"Pfft", the ax in Hong Bao's right hand suddenly sped up a lot, and cut off the offering from his chest.
And Hong Bao's other ax flew out directly, with his left hand directly blocking his throat.
The ancient people's defense was very strong, the sword pierced through the palm of the priest's hand before he died, and he was caught, only causing a small wound on the throat.
"Damn, it's quite tough. If I die, I will bite me." Hong Bao threw the ax aside, pulled out the long sword from his left palm with his right hand, and nailed the enshrined head to the ground with his right hand.
"Let's see if there are any survivors. I'll go and see if that bastard escapes." Hong Bao yelled, and headed towards another battlefield with an ax in hand.
But when he arrived, it was over. Surrounded by seven or eight earth wheels, he traded wounds for wounds. The priest didn't run away. Before he died, he killed one person and wounded three.
Hong Bao went over to look at the big man whose neck had been cut off, feeling a little pity, this bastard is pretty good except for his bad mouth.
"Carry him back, we can't let him wander outside. Go back first, find a place to dispose of his body, and send him back to Dashan." Hong Bao explained.
"Yes." The others didn't say much, and directly carried him on their backs, regardless of the blood on his body, covering themselves all over.
This is brother's blood, nothing to be disgusted with.
Hong Bao crushed the enshrined head with one foot, and the big man next to him with five claw marks on his face handed over the Seventh Prince's head: "My lord."
Hong Bao took it and took a look: "The task is completed, go back and pack up, and prepare to leave."
Just after returning, someone shouted: "My lord, there is a group of people, like a caravan coming back from us."
"See us?"
"I see, they retreated."
"Kill them all." Hong Bao said coldly, looking up into the distance, there was indeed a group of people running in a hurry.
Eight people chased the caravan, and the others destroyed some distinctive wounds on the corpse.
For example, for the wound caused by the mace, few people in Daxia use this kind of heavy weapon, but this is what many ancient people like to use.
When Hong Bao passed by the Seventh Prince's carriage, he took a look inside, and saw a stunning woman leaning inside, with a dagger stuck in her chest, she was already out of breath.
And there were tears on his face.