Although the people of the ancient tribe were frightened by the sudden appearance of Dongfang Muxue, that was all.
After a moment's reaction, he rushed over with another strange cry, ready to knock down Dongfang Muxue and Dongfang Ningyun together.
"Let me do my last for this family."
Dongfang Muxue's eyes flashed, and she suddenly waved towards the red leaves on the ground.
"bass-"
In the void, a sharp cutting sound suddenly sounded.
The scarlet short blade flew quickly from the ground back to Dongfang Muxue's hand.
On the path it flew by, it also scratched several ancient tribesmen.
This mysterious scene finally made the ancient tribesmen who had gone crazy to kill suddenly wake up.
They braked suddenly and stayed in place, staring at Dongfang Muxue with fearful expressions.
"All the flowers have fallen, and one tree has red leaves."
Dongfang Muxue caressed Hongye Shao gently and murmured: "Old man, are you willing to accompany me to fight this last time?"
Hong Ye Shao seemed to understand Dongfang Muxue's words, trembling slightly in the palm of her hand and making a sharp buzzing sound.
Dongfang Muxue had a gentle smile on her face. When she raised her head again, the smile had turned into a terrifying murderous aura.
"kill!"
With one word spoken cleanly, Dongfang Muxue entered the crowd of ancient tribes alone.
As the true inheritor of the Jue Dao Sect, Dongfang Muxue has understood the meaning of the Despair Sword to the extreme, and has even reached the stage of the invisible Taoist intention.
Even Ye Hong only defeated her by taking advantage of her inner knot.
If it were a head-on confrontation, Ye Hong firmly believed that this person was not much weaker than Ge Dan, Sima Zhengming and other veteran ancient warriors.
And on the Dragon Horn Peak, Dongfang Muxue, who possesses such terrifying strength, transformed into a real killing god Shura!
The scarlet red leaves are like the sickle of death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the ancient people.
Dongfang Muxue turned into afterimages and fought in and out of the crowd.
On the battlefield, vacuum zones with seven vertical and eight horizontal lines appeared in an instant.
The people lying in these vacuum zones are naturally the souls of the dead burned by the red leaves!
Dongfang Muxue's terrifying strength scared the ancient tribesmen to the point where they dared to attack and it was too late to escape.
In an instant, Dongfang Muxue was fighting from the mountainside to the bottom of the mountain.
Wherever it goes, no one can stop it, no one can stop it, no one dares to stop it!
"Run!"
The ancient tribesmen who had been swarming up the mountain just now were already fleeing down the mountain like a mountain torrent.
But before they had time to celebrate their escape, camouflage-colored armored vehicles straddled the road down the mountain.
The cold barrels of the guns were already aimed at them.
Another line of reinforcements from the Yanwu Army finally arrived at the foot of Longjiao Peak.
Cooperating with the Dongfang family, these ancient tribesmen were surrounded at the foot of the mountain.
In an instant, all the ancient tribesmen were so frightened that they turned to stone.
If you advance, you will definitely become the dead soul under the Yanwu Army's cannonballs!
Retreat and face that silver-haired female Shura again!
Neither advancing nor retreating. There seems to be no better choice than waiting to die.
At this moment, they all regretted why they were here today.
Is the food at home not delicious
Is the bed not warm enough
Is the WIFI signal not good enough
You were living a comfortable life, why did you follow the Shangguan family to cause trouble
Why did you listen to Shangguan Wangxuan and come here to die
They have never hated Shangguan Wangxuan more than they do now!
(End of chapter)