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"Kill the dog of the Song family."

"Protect the ancestral land!"

"Today I will just shed the last drop of blood and I will never surrender."

Standing at the height of Shen Qiye and Song Qingcong, today's battle is a battle between barbaric civilizations and aristocratic civilizations. However, in the eyes of more than a dozen major tribes in the East China Sea and Wuhua, nearly a thousand dead soldiers, they fought for themselves and for the ancestral teachings that had been passed down within the clan for thousands of years. First, there was a family and then there was an individual. The righteousness of the clan members to take care of the clan members penetrated into the bone marrow of all major clan members. Even if they died, they felt that today's death was worth it.

When the indigenous people collided with the black square formation of the Song and Li families, Zhao Long and Song Si had already made more than ten moves.

"Song Si, is it good to be a dog? Today, let your grandfather Zhao Long cut off your dog's head." Zhao Long roared angrily, raised the steel knife in his hand over his head, and roared at Song Si.

With a loud bang, Song Si's palms were numb.

Zhao Long's martial arts are following the battlefield killing techniques learned by Zhao Guoliang. If it was in the red boxing battle on the ring, Zhao Long was not Shen Mingchao's opponent, but with a steel knife in his hand. In an empty place like Xujia Village, even Shen Mingchao would not see him, Zhao Long's opponent.

Zhao Long missed a knife and pointed it at Song Si's shoulder and slashed three times again. Song Si always wanted to attack and fight back, but when Zhao Long slashed so hard, the steel knife in his hand could hardly be held.

"Zhao Long, so what if I can't beat you? The candid made up of your major tribes is definitely not a match for my Song family." Song Si growled in a panting manner.

Zhao Long spitted out a mouthful of foam and sneered: "Then I will chop off your dog's head and sacrifice the flag."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Long waved his knife again, and the light of the knife splashed, without dropping water. With a big opening and closing, Zhao Long stepped forward in a small step. Song Si was not careful. Zhao Long suddenly threw the flying knife in his hand, assisted hard, and kicked Jiang Song Si to the ground.

"Not good!" Song Si shouted inwardly, and then began to roll on the snow.

Field battles are not ring battles. It is fatal to fall to the ground by a person. Not only Zhao Long will chase him and slash him with one knife, but someone will come to finish the knife at any time. At that time, Song Si will be killed by someone.

He was about to get up, and Zhao Long had already picked up the steel knife and chopped it down with one knife. Song Si quickly rolled away. Zhao Long cut again, he rolled away, chopped again, rolled away again...

Song Si was like a carp that was shored, constantly rolling on the snow. Zhao Long did not hit the person in a few consecutive stabs, stirring up snowflakes, leaving only a few traces on the disrepaired glutinous field. Until the ninth stab, Zhao Long finally missed Song Si's rolling traces.

"Song Si, go to death for me!"

Hiss!

Puff!

With the tenth sword, Zhao Long finally hit, and this sword hit Song Si's thigh. Blood suddenly erupted like a fountain, dyeing the snow red.

In this weather, this knife was already deadly, and Song Si would definitely have no chance of surviving today.

But he looked down at the injury first, then looked into the distance. Song Si suddenly laughed wildly and said, "Zhao Long, what if you can kill me, you will definitely lose today, Shen Qiye will definitely lose!"

Zhao Long grabbed Song Si's neck with one hand, raised it high, and smiled coldly: "I still want to speak harshly until I die?"

Song Si's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were dull, but he tried hard to raise his fingers and pointed to the distance and said, "Zhao Long, if you don't believe me, you can look back..."

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Zhao Long didn't know how many times he had given Song Si until he confirmed that he was dead and could not die anymore, and then threw him away like a dead dog.

"I still want to use this kind of trick to fool me when I die?" Zhao Long pointed his blade straight into Song Qingcong's direction and shouted: "My men from the Zhao family, come with me to kill Song Qingcong."

Zhao Long frowned slightly, why was there no movement behind him?

Zhao Long shouted again: "Zhao Lisheng? Zhao Lin? Zhao Xiaoyun?"

No one answered, and Zhao Long suddenly had a bad premonition. When he looked back suddenly, he was shocked because there was no one behind him.

"Where are all men in my Zhao family dead?" Zhao Long roared evilly without believing [New     ].

At this time, a familiar voice immediately jumped over. It was Bai Yunfei, who had just killed several Song family soldiers.

"Zhao Long, our front line is too long, and all the tribe members are suppressed by the black square formation of Song and Li families." Bai Yunfei wiped the blood from his face and said.

Zhao Long shook his eyes at this time, and his brows instantly twisted into the character "Chuan". He saw that nearly a thousand tribesmen of them were actually beaten by hundreds of people in black, and there was no power to fight back.

"Why is this happening?" Zhao Long said subconsciously.

Bai Yunfei didn't know how to describe the power of the Song family's black-clad men. Although he told the patriarchs of various major tribes that the power of the black-clad men afterwards, only by real fighting can we know how powerful they are. Just one hundred people almost wiped out the Bai clan, let alone hundreds of them this time?

"Zhao Long, let's go back to help." Bai Yunfei sighed heavily.

Zhao Long turned his head and looked at Song Qingcong's direction and sighed heavily. Only by killing Song Qingcong can the battle be completely resolved. However, in this case, if you don't look back, the deadly soldiers formation formed by the two tribes will be defeated. He and Bai Yunfei have the highest military power. Looking at the fallen tribe members, Zhao Long could only grit his teeth and turn around.

At the same time, the indigenous people of Xinshi were already defeated and were completely beaten by the black-clothed square formation of the Song and Li families. At the front dozens of meters long, all major families were asking for help.

"Our Yang family can't stand it anymore."

"There are also our Qujia."

"The man in black in the Song family is so powerful. Our Xing family has suffered more than half of the casualties."

"Mr. Shen said that support is, why are we almost unable to do it before the supporters arrived yet!"

At this time, the fight had only begun for ten minutes, but an atmosphere of disgust had spread, and some people even began to complain about Shen Qiye.

Huang Yanjun stood at the middle point on the front line, screaming in anger. Even if she, a woman, knew that she had gritted her teeth and hard steel, she started to shout for support at the beginning. God knows how many backup plans the Song family has, so can't stand it now?

"Our Huang family members, quickly lead a group of people to the rear of the man in black and cover them on both sides." Huang Yanjun turned around and shouted while swinging his knife.

Only after going to the battlefield can one know the fear of the battlefield. After ten minutes of fighting with the Song family, a hundred people had fallen down on their side, while only a few of them were on the Song family. The morale of the natives was completely depressed. Huang Yanjun now fully realized that their quality was completely inferior to that of the man in black. Only by surrounding two sides and catching a turtle in the jar can there be hope of winning.

Although dozens of tribe members of the Huang family were afraid, Huang Yanjun, a woman, was so brave. Huang Haitao, the elder brother, was obliged to greet his tribe members immediately, bypassed the first line of fire, and went to the back to encircle the black-clothed square formation.

The Xu family, Zhao family, Bai family, Xi family, Chen family, hundreds of dead soldiers immediately separated from the team and gathered together with the Huang family to fight behind the black-clothed square formation.

However, as soon as the main force of the six prominent clans left, Huang Yanjun's disadvantages were immediately reflected because someone had already begun to retreat.

When everyone was not on the battlefield, everyone was a hero, but when they saw blood, they died, and all the dead were acquaintances. A breath of death instantly spread to the hearts of more than a dozen major tribes of death soldiers, like a plague.

The first person retreated, and the second person was attacked by both ends of the Song family's black-clothed square formation, and the steel swords of the black-clothed square formation rushed towards Huang Yanjun's main front.

"Don't retreat, don't retreat fucking, we have no way out anymore. I am not afraid of a woman, what are you afraid of!" Huang Yanjun roared hard while waving the steel knife in his hand.

Three men in black had fallen under her feet. At this time, Huang Yanjun's face was covered in blood. From the initial timidity to the current ease of swinging the knife, when she knocked down the fourth man in black, Huang Yanjun had become a flock of cranes. She was several feet away from the large army composed of more than a dozen large tribes on the front line.

Following half a meter...
Chapter completed!