The only way

Chapter 279 Time, fate

That being the case, coming back is nothing but death.

The current chief of the Chishui tribe would rather the priests Ge Luo and Shaheng not rush back, at least he could leave a little blood for the Chishui tribe.

Time, fate!
The patriarch of the Chishui tribe sighed in his heart, perhaps, the fate of the Chishui tribe should be decided today.

"Brothers, the number one warrior of our clan is back! Master Sacrifice is back! And the other brothers are back too! Today, we will kill him until the sky is dark, and we will fight to the death with this damn Molang tribe! "Gemu's face was only dim for a moment, and then his face revealed a strong and firm color, and the stone gun in his hand hit the yellow sand heavily, and a bunker suddenly appeared.

Following Gemu's strong and firm voice, all the Chishui tribesmen who were still able to move picked up the weapons around them, and moved towards the enemy of the Molang tribe on the opposite side, with an expression of fearlessness and death.

"My son from the Chishui tribe! Only those who died standing up were not born kneeling!" The patriarch of the Chishui tribe, even though a leg was broken, was still holding on to the weapon after Gemu's words fell, although it was a little shaken, But he still stood up, and shouted loudly, sinking into his dantian.

Even if their Chishui tribe were to be destroyed today, they could only fight to the death!

In the northern desert, there are only tribes that fight to the death!

"Well said!" In the huge flames approaching quickly, a smile appeared on Gero's resolute face, and he shouted heartily, "Brothers! Today, we will kill him to the fullest!"

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

"kill!!!"

Almost at the moment when Ge Luo finished speaking, all the members of the Chishui tribe, with red eyes, shouted imposingly, neatly and deeply.

The people from the Molang tribe on the opposite side did not look frightened at all. On the contrary, they also showed strong killing intent, looking at the people from the Chishui tribe on the opposite side with cold eyes.

Both sides are on the verge of firing.

"kill!"

"Go!"

The voices of Ge Luo and Mo He came out at the same time.

The moment it came out, the two streams collided with killing intent and ruthless torrents. Blood and roars watered this piece of yellow sand again, and life and death interweaved this desert again.

As for Mohe, he brazenly confronted Ge Luo and Priest Shaheng.

Ge Luo and Sha Hengji are the two strongest people in the Chishui tribe. Only when they work together to fight against Mohe can there be a glimmer of hope.

Or, you can also pin your hopes on Gero and make a breakthrough.

However, that was only the slimmest hope.

For monks, the gap between Qi training and foundation building is like a natural moat.

Then, for body refiners, the realm of mortal body is the same as the realm of innateness!
But at the moment when they collided, whether it was Ge Luo's fist or Sha Heng's sacrificial fireball technique, they were all just a mayfly shaking the tree, in vain.

Gro's huge figure of two meters flew upside down.

The fireball sacrificed by Sha Heng was torn apart by the claws of the giant sand wolf.

And Mohe, with the ink wolf tattoo on his upper body, exudes a faint black light, and his body is as motionless as a mountain.

The sacrificial offerings by Ge Luo and Sha Heng could not do any harm to Mohe, who was already in the innate realm.

Mohe sneered, glanced at the tall sand wolf beside him, and signaled it to deal with the twenty or so members of the Chishui tribe who followed Ge Luo and the others.

To deal with Ge Luo and Sha Heng, he alone is enough!
The sand wolf of Mohe whimpered, turned into a stream of arrows, and rushed towards the Chishui tribe who had rushed back.

The faces of Ge Luo and Priest Shaheng changed completely.

Although this sand wolf is not a monster in the innate realm, its strength is no worse than the two of them. If it rushes towards the people of the Chishui tribe by it, it may be a massacre!

Ge Luo and Priest Sha Heng looked at each other, and the next moment, Priest Sha Heng got out and chased after the tall sand wolf.

As for Ge Luo, he shook his numb arm and rushed towards Mohe again.

All of a sudden, three battlefields were divided on the yellow sand desert.

Gro and Mohe.

Shaheng sacrificed to the tall sand wolf.

The people from the Chishui tribe and the tribe from the Black Wolf tribe, the sand wolf, had gathered together.

However, the trend of the battlefield gradually became clearer as time passed.

No matter which battlefield it is, the people of the Chishui Department are at an absolute disadvantage.

However, with a brave spirit that is not afraid of death, the casualties of the Molang tribe were not low for a while.

Mohe doesn't care about the life and death of the people of the Molang Department, he is just enjoying, enjoying Gro, struggling and resisting in his hands, but it is still difficult to see the dawn of victory.

Seeing that Ge Luo was covered in injuries, his right arm was twisted unnaturally, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his face, but evaporated in an instant, Mo He had a strange smile on his face, and his white chest was covered with tears. , The ink-colored giant wolf tattoo emitted a gloomy light, and kicked on Gero's knee.

There was a click.

Ge Luo flew upside down and fell heavily into the yellow sand. His right hand and right leg were all twisted and bent, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Priest Shaheng fought on par with Sand Wolf, but because of Ge Luo's situation, he was distracted for a while, but Sand Wolf bit his arm and tore off a piece of flesh fiercely.

On the ferocious wolf head of the sand wolf, there is a humanized enjoyment, chewing the human flesh in its mouth, and a drop of saliva drips down.

Priest Sha Heng took out a small jade bottle, endured the severe pain from his arm, and drank the emerald green liquid in the small jade bottle in one gulp. The blood was gurgling, and a light-colored pimple appeared on the arm missing a large piece of flesh. The green awn, the blood slowly stopped.

The patriarch of the Chishui tribe slashed to death a sand wolf that was about to sneak attack with his backhand, and then fell to the ground exhausted.

Due to excessive blood loss and fighting hard, the patriarch of the Chishui tribe had no strength to stand up after falling down. Feeling the vitality slowly passing through his body, the patriarch of the Chishui tribe saw the half-dead Chishui The soldiers from all over the world saw Ge Luo who was hit by the Mohe and fell into the yellow sand, and saw the blood-stained white robe of Sha Heng's priest.

The head of the Chishui tribe, eyes full of sadness, fell to the ground, looking at the vast sky, a green grassland, a blue lake, and a beautiful girl wearing a wreath and smiling brightly appeared in front of her eyes.

There seemed to be a clear and melodious sound of camel bells in my ears.

The crisp and melodious sound of camel bells suddenly appeared on the yellow sand full of fighting and blood.

So abrupt, so out of place.

Almost everyone involuntarily looked towards the source of the camel bell.

I saw where the yellow sand meets the sky, there are three camels, against the light, slowly walking towards the battlefield.

The two camels at the back seemed to be a little frightened by the thick bloody smell, and just stayed where they were, but the camel at the front didn't seem to care, and walked towards the battlefield step by step.

Everyone knows this is not normal.

For a moment, the battlefield where the fight was intense, suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at the camel that was getting closer and closer, and the slim girl sitting on top of the camel.

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