Survival Game For All: I'm Playing A God

Where every family member is, there will be puffs of blood blooming nearby...

Being at the highest point of the City of Qi, Xuan Sheng's perception is particularly strong.

Every warrior of the Xuan clan can completely clear the surrounding area, no one dares to approach!

them.

It's like a plate of red-hot steel sand plunging into the snow... It melts everything around me in an instant!

"It's time to go together..."

Xuan Sheng, who was on the sidelines, shook his head, feeling a little helpless at the child's excessive caution.

It seems that the 30,000 enemy army has a gap of 30 times... the boundless soldiers seem to be unshakable and invincible.

But in reality...these fighters were originally a mix of different parties, and only the 20,000 soldiers from Chenfeng could have a little combat power.

However, even they are just the worst existence among those border fighters.

Such a troop, being killed by a surprise squad of a hundred people, has no power to fight back... It can reflect problems in itself.

Probably because there are too many things in Xin's head...so he hesitates and dare not make a decision.

Although he is already a skilled patriarch, this is the first time the clansmen have encountered a real war.

Even those who have little contact with other races probably don't know how powerful they are...

If it weren't for the Eagle Horn Bow, these intruders wouldn't be able to keep this hundred-member raid team...

However, when the warriors of the Xuan clan were furious and all stood up...

This little bit of firepower seems too ridiculous...

All the enemies are like Shura in purgatory, killing gods in the world, and they die when they touch them.

In this state, the enemy's guts were torn apart, and their combat power was not as good as it was, and it was difficult to raise a little bit. They threw away their helmets and armor for a while, and fled in embarrassment!

The defeat is like a mountain falling.

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"The thief will die!!!"

With a strong body guard and a long sword in his hand, he rushed to the bullfight with confidence, and killed the Chinese army in an instant! Jian Feng pointed directly at Weedon!

"Quick! Quick! Where are the soldiers! Where are the soldiers!!!"

The army retreated layer by layer, Weideng's fat body rolled off the chair, feces and urine poured out for a while, and he shrank back trembling...

The four shooters frowned, and hurriedly set up their bows to rescue!

However, this futile resistance was completely shattered by a black stick engraved with inscription patterns!

Witnessing the battle to the last moment, the raid team who was bleeding from seven orifices was rescued one by one by Ti, and the heartbroken Lan's anger has reached a level that is completely irresistible!

"die!!!"

With a wave of the black stick, the four archers with bows died instantly on the spot!

Knowing that there are other tribal chiefs who can interrogate information, Xin no longer needs to restrain his anger. With a wave of the sword, Weedon's fat head is completely separated from his body.

"The enemy will give the head! Continue to attack and kill!! Not one left!!!

"kill!!!"

The order was responded by all the soldiers, Xin turned his head to look at Lan beside him, and said softly:

"Teacher Lan, we need to catch a few high-level recruits."

"it is good!"

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The war is over.

Waiting for the task to be completed, Xin and the soldiers killed and released the enemies. When they returned to Qizhi City, they all turned into blood men, and their heavy armor was covered with scarlet blood stains.

"Teacher Ti, what's the situation?"

The patriarch with a tense face came to Ti, who was in charge of the wounded, and asked.

"It's mostly fine...It recovered under the effect of Mending Sky, it's just the cloud..."

Ti's eye circles turned red, and his jade hands clenched...

"What happened to Yun?!"

As Xin's most trusted adjutant, Xin could not accept Yun's bad news either in terms of personal feelings or the value of the Xuan clan!

"His whole body was exhausted, his internal organs were all broken...by the time he came before mending the sky...already..."

Ti sighed slightly, turned his head and stopped looking at Xin's almost collapsed expression...

"...yun... my son, he..."

The iron-like man's body trembled, and his hands trembled.

Although preparations have been made since the moment the order was given...But when the last hope is gone, Xin feels heartbroken for a moment, and is in pain...

This 40-year-old patriarch, who had always been iron-blooded and resolute, Xin, also had red eyes and burst into tears at this moment...

"Dad, it's just a breakthrough, there's no need to cry like this."

The completely unharmed boy jumped out from behind the helpless Ti and opened his mouth to laugh.

"...you...rebellious son!!!"

His eyes widened, and Xin, who understood that he had been deceived, changed his expression. He was sure that Yun had recovered abruptly. With his face flushed, he stepped forward in two steps, and directly grabbed the poor boy by the ear...

"Hiss... It hurts, it hurts!!! If you pull again, I will ask Lord Xuanshen to heal you... Hurry up, stop, stop..."

Seeing that Nizi subdued, Xin let go angrily, and looked back at Ti with a sly expression, a bit of grievance could not help but appear on his face.

Teacher Ti, who has always been the most trusted, has such a tone... How could he not be fooled.

"Teacher Ti...too much..."

In front of the people of the tribe, I almost cried tears all over my face. How can the patriarch be a...

"Yun said that he has made great contributions, and if he wants to ask me for help, there is nothing I can do."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ti spread his hands playfully.

She also felt that it was a bit too much, so she was embarrassed to face Xin's painful expression.

"Hey...this..."

Looking back at the soldiers who were all teasing and chattering secretly, Xin's forehead couldn't help but a few veins twitched.

"Go back and take a shower!! What's wrong with everyone! Don't stick around here!"

Shouting out many soldiers, Shin turned his head again.

"All the soldiers have recovered, but it takes a lot of time to clean the battlefield and clean up the corpses...and it is also dangerous."

Before the letter could be opened, Ti had already explained everything clearly.

"Ah... that's good."

Feeling ups and downs, Xin patted his head, which couldn't turn his head for a while, and thought about the form.

"Now that the enemy army has been defeated, most of the combat power on the grassland has been exhausted. Even if the rest of the force is gathered again, it will be difficult to fight against our clan."

Of the 10,000 nomads assembled on the grassland, at least 70% died here.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several patriarchs of the grassland tribes fled back with their generals.

However, there were also those who were captured alive and prepared to be questioned.

However, no matter what, even if the tribes on the grassland had the courage to attack, they would not be able to organize such a battle at all.

Even if all the warriors on the grassland who could go to the battlefield were to come, it would be difficult to make up the current number of 30,000.

What's more, they are still fighting each other, and they have to guard against many empires in the center of the mainland. However, their respective combat power is far inferior to that of Chenfeng's regular army.

Once this battle was over, the Xuan Clan no longer had any opponents on the grassland.

All the tribes can only make way, respectful, and dare not have any more prying eyes or offenses.

"The issue of the corpse... Since Teacher Ti is here, I will leave it to you."

Knowing that the teacher knows a lot about medical diseases and so on, Xin stopped nagging, and let Ti handle the matter with confidence.

"okay."

"Eh? Why is this kid covered in blood?"

Just as he was about to go back to reunite with his parents, wife and children, and then repair some bad son, Xin suddenly saw a young man covered in blood out of the corner of his eyes...

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