The earth-level worshiper had a serious face, and the man in front of him put too much pressure on him.

He passed by himself, as long as it was not a vital point, the other party would not dodge or dodge at all, and directly exchanged injuries for injuries.

"Oh my uncle, where is my axe? Who threw it over to me?" Hongbao was a little annoyed when he couldn't take the envoy and shouted.

"Sir, then." Immediately, someone escaped from the battle group and ran away to the distance, carrying the axe and threw it in this direction.

The overall situation is now settled, and there are no more than thirty living knights, and they are still decreasing rapidly, and they cannot escape even if they run away.

Even if you run away, someone will bend his bow and arrow and shoot it down.

The remaining manpower did not have any pressure on the ancient tribe in the field.

Of course, Hongbao's opponent didn't want him to receive it. Now he can't stand axe anymore. It depends on the opponent's strength, if he has not used up his strength, he can't stand axe anymore.

"Did the Seventh Prince run away? As long as he runs away, he can leave." The worshiper thought to himself, but naturally he couldn't see it from his perspective. The Seventh Prince had been stopped long ago.

When the worshiper saw the two people in front of him, he directly put the seventh prince aside and whispered: "Your Highness, you go first."

The seventh prince gritted his teeth and left quickly without looking back.

He could not understand why these people came to kill him. He could send so many masters, except Qi Zixiao, and Hongwu.

And these people seem to be not from the army, that is, Qi Zixiao wants to kill him.

Why? She has a low talent, is not outstanding among the eleven brothers, and she has not done anything to offend Qi Zixiao, why did she kill herself?

The Seventh Prince was about to bite his teeth. Although he didn't know why, as long as he could go back alive, he would definitely avenge his today.

Seeing that the seventh prince was about to enter the jungle, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air from behind, and his body suddenly jumped to the side, then let out a scream.

His thigh was shot through by a javelin, and even his bones were broken.

Step by step, he was a big man with five beast claw scars on his face. If the claw marks were a little deeper, his eyes would have disappeared. At this moment, he looked murderous.

He glanced at the distance from the outside, but the worshipper was entangled by the two of them and could not get rid of himself. As long as he had the intention to leave, the two of them would definitely use the one who exchanged injuries for injuries.

This made him feel a little chilled.

The ancient clans regard death in battle as honor. Even after death, their corpses will be buried in 60,000 mountains, and their heroic souls will be with countless ancestors.

Therefore, these ancient tribes never seemed to know what pain was, nor were they afraid of death.

This is also the point that other countries fear the most.

The seventh prince shivered all over his body as he walked step by step in front of him.

The fear of death enveloped his heart.

I never thought that I would die here, in this case. If I had known this, he would never have gone to Da Yao.

If he hadn't paid much attention to dragon scales, dragon blood and unicorn blood, how could he have taken action personally?

Unexpectedly, it caused a murder.

"Why did Qi Zixiao kill me? Why?" The Seventh Prince's face twitched, and he howled in anger and despair.

However, the man opposite did not answer his intention at all, and directly nailed the Seventh Prince to the ground with a javelin, and then cut off his head with another knife.

When he was penetrated by a javelin on the ground, a face suddenly flashed through the Seventh Prince's mind.

Is it because of him? But why?

Near the carriage, the battle was over, and one hundred people were in the middle. Not to mention humans, even a horse was missing, only a corpse on one floor.

Wei Gu stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, and his body was a few meters away.

It was too late for the priest who was at the ground level to run away before. In addition to the Hongbao, which was opposite to him, there were five or six big men outside the field laughing with their arms around.

"Sir, you are the slowest."

Hongbao's eyes were red and cursed: "Damn, this bastard is so slippery."

Two wheel-sized axes were waving in his hands like windmills. He almost dug three feet away from the ground around him, and ravines covered a radius of hundreds of meters.

Although the opponent was already injured, he still didn't take it down.

The worshiper laughed bitterly and said that he could not live today. However, the dignity of the earthly womb level made him unwilling to die like this, and even if he died, he would have to hold the other party to lie on his back.

Soon, he found a gap, and he flew into the shadow of the axe. The sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, and when it appeared again, it was already before Hongbao's throat.

"Puff", the axe in Hongbao's right hand suddenly accelerated a lot, cutting the envoy from his chest.

Hongbao's other axe flew out directly, blocking his left hand directly in front of his throat.

The ancient tribe had a strong defense. Before his death, the worshipper pierced his palm and was clamped, causing a small wound to his throat.

"Damn it, it's quite difficult. I'll bite me even if I die." Hongbao threw the axe aside, pulled out the long sword from his left palm with his right hand, and threw it away casually and nailed the worshipped head to the ground.

"Let's see if there are any living people. I'll go and see if that turtle is not allowed to run away." Hongbao shouted, and headed towards another battlefield with an axe.

However, when he arrived, it was over. He was surrounded by seven or eight earth wheels and fought with injuries. The envoy did not escape. He killed one person before his death and injured three.

Hongbao went over and looked at the man whose neck had been cut. It was a pity that this bastard was quite good except for his bad mouth.

"Carry him back and don't let him wander outside. Go back first and then find a place to deal with your health, and send it back to the mountains." Hongbao explained.

"Yes." Without saying much, the others directly carried him on their backs, regardless of the blood flowing on his body.

This is brother's blood, nothing to dislike.

Hongbao stomped the worshiper's head with another kick, and the man next to him with five claw marks on his face handed over the head of the Seventh Prince: "Sir."

Hongbao took it and looked at it: "The mission is completed, go back to clean up and prepare to withdraw."

As soon as he went back, someone shouted: "Sir, there is a team of people, like a caravan coming back from us."

"Did you see us?"

"See, they retreated."

"Kill them all." Hongbao said coldly, looking up at the distance, and there was indeed a group of people running hurriedly into the distance.

Eight people chased to the caravan, while the others destroyed some obvious wounds on the corpse.

For example, few people in Daxia use this heavy weapon for the wound caused by the mace, which is something that many ancient people like to use.

When Hongbao passed by the seventh prince's carriage, he looked inside and saw a stunning woman leaning inside, a dagger was inserted in front of his chest, and his breath was gone.
Chapter completed!