The only way

Chapter 280 This painting style is not right

Life should not die!

Seeing the girl sitting on the camel with a face as calm as water, the elegant and smart girl looked at the fighting field lightly, without any waves or waves.

In the heart of Priest Sha Heng, a strong hope suddenly rose.

On the contrary, those Chishui tribe members who came back with Lingchu all the way, they saw that girl who was as beautiful as a snow mountain fairy in the blood, approaching the battlefield step by step.

Everyone's heart was tense, but they remembered that this beautiful girl who was not real, was panting three times at one step, and was so weak that she looked like a porcelain person who would shatter when touched.

Such a fierce scene, where is such a person suitable to come.

At that moment, Chishuibu Erlang, who was close, shouted anxiously, "Miss Ah Chu! Don't come here! Go away! It's dangerous!"

As soon as this remark came out, many members of the Chishui tribe immediately responded, and anxious voices sounded one after another.

Lingchu glanced at the young man who shouted loudly, reminding himself that he was a wheat-colored, cheerful and resolute young man. At this time, half of his face was covered with blood, thick Half of the blood dried up and stuck to the boy's face, while the other half was still dripping down his cheeks.

It seemed that the young man's youthful face was less immature by two points, and more ferocious by three points.

But the worry and anxiety in his eyes were not fake.

Lingchu recognized this boy, whose single name was the word Falcon.

He is flying a falcon, and it flies to the sky.

It is an imposing name.

Looking at Shang Falcon's worried gaze, Lingchu tilted his head and smiled lightly. Yubai's fingertips brushed over a leather pouch on his waist, and in the void, a kitten with a snow-white body and strange-colored eyes suddenly appeared. Son.

Although it was only a small cat, the moment this petite and beautiful cat appeared, an invisible coercion swept across the entire battlefield.

The human race was alright, but all the sand wolves whimpered as if they were facing an abyss, and the fierce light disappeared from their eyes. They crawled on the yellow sand, their wolves' heads buried low, and even their bodies trembled slightly.

Even the sand wolf that was more than twice the size of the ordinary sand wolf that was facing Priest Sha Heng let out a whimper, but it was relatively better. At least, it didn't crawl down, it was just afraid. Incomparable squatted down, but did not dare to move.

The one who reacted the most was Mohe.

At the moment when Lingchu appeared, although he was also vigilant, when he was investigating Lingchu, he found that Lingchu was just a mortal without spiritual power. Before he could relax, he saw the white monster.

The foundation-building monster!It is equivalent to a body refiner in the innate realm!

The cultivation base is not weaker than oneself!Even, it seems to be more vigorous and majestic.

Moreover, it was definitely not a cat. Although it looked petite and cute, the inborn aura made Mo He tense.

I'm afraid that there will be some accidents in the event of the destruction of the Chishui Department today.

anyway!A stern look flashed in Mo He's eyes, no matter what, get rid of Ge Luo first!
Even if Chishuibu can't be destroyed, he wants to die!

In an instant, Mohe changed his original intention of playing slowly, and shot with all his strength for the first time, and went straight to kill Ge Luo who was still falling into the sandpit.

He's going to kill him with one blow!
Catch the thief first to catch the king.

Qingkong just got out of the monster bag, because she has been in the extremely boring monster bag with thin spiritual power and darkness for a long time, Qingkong feels that she is going to rust.

As a result, he came out with great difficulty, and before he fully recovered, he saw the "thief king" on the enemy's side designated by the master, heading towards one place with a strong murderous intent.

Qingkong is well versed in the philosophy taught by Lingchu, the first to deal with the most powerful, and whatever the enemy wants to do, regardless of 21, destroy it first.

Therefore, before Qing Kong had time to wonder where he was and why the master hadn't released it for so long, he jumped up first, and his figure slowly grew in the air.

By the time it was able to block Mo He's killing move towards Ge Luo, the clear sky had already turned into a giant snow-white tiger, with one dark golden and one blue eyes, and the tiger's eyes carried a strong evil spirit, standing opposite Mo He .

Protected Gro behind his back.

This big man, the owner said he wanted to save it.

Although Qingkong feels that the world in front of him is very strange, and he doesn't know the person he wants to protect, but as long as the master is there, it is not a problem.

Therefore, Qing Kong tilted his head and thought for a while, and felt that it was better to solve it.

Cut off all signs of danger directly at the source.

There is not much suspense in the battle between Qingkong and Mohe.

Qingkong and Lingchu built their foundations at about the same time. Counting it, it has been nearly ten years. Later, in the secret realm of the master, he received the teachings of senior evil spirits and the inheritance of senior evil spirits. His current strength , although he has not yet reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, but when he really fights, Qingkong, who is already a good fighter of the Tiger Clan, may not necessarily lose even against a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, let alone this one who has just entered the foundation establishment stage Bodybuilder.

However, the body refiners of the foundation establishment period are different from the Taoist cultivators of the foundation establishment period, at least, they can resist a lot of beatings.

The field became quiet again. When Qingkong slapped Mohe on the ground, the originally white and vicious young man no longer had a good piece of flesh on his body, and he couldn't even move half of his body.

Much worse than Gro.

All the sand wolves were intimidated by the coercion of the clear sky, Sha Heng and Ge Luo, who had freed their hands, joined the battle group in an instant, and the original battle situation changed dramatically.

Like wolves entering a herd of sheep, the lives of members of the Black Wolf Tribe were harvested one by one, and the people of the Chishui Tribe did not spare a single member of the Black Wolf Tribe, even a sand wolf.

Looking around the battlefield, there were originally 150 eight fighters in the Chishui Department, but now there are only 89 left, including the twenty or so fighters from the Chishui Department who came back later.

All of a sudden, more than half of the soldiers of the Chishui tribe died at the hands of the Molang tribe!

There are quite a few who are still alive, lacking arms and legs, which will inevitably affect their lives in the future, and even become useless.

Standing on a bloody desert, the people of the Chishui tribe did not have the slightest joy of victory in their hearts, only filled with sorrow.

Watching Ge Luo and Sha Heng make sacrifices and pierce several finger-thin bone needles into the immobile Mohe, Qing Kong proudly withdraws his claws and walks gracefully to Ling Chu's side.

As soon as he got to Lingchu's side, the majestic white tiger immediately turned into a snow-white kitten, nimbly jumped into Lingchu's embrace, and rubbed Lingchu's shoulder coquettishly.

Touching Qingkong's fur as soft as clouds, a sweet smile appeared on Lingchu's face, counting, she hadn't seen Qingkong for a long time.

And the Chishui tribe who silently cleaned the battlefield looked at the beautiful girl sitting on the camel with the petite white cat in her arms in awe, and all swallowed subconsciously, not daring to look any further.

Especially those Chishui tribesmen who walked with Lingchu all the way, and Aluo, all of them seemed to have been greatly frightened, with a little trance in their sad faces.

Is this still the sick and beautiful girl who panted three times at one step, was so weak that a gust of wind could blow her away, and could faint with just a light touch? !

(End of this chapter)