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Chapter 333 Biao swore a blood oath for Flying Tiger

It’s freezing cold!

The Wu tribe invaded the border of the Central Plains, bringing not only war and chaos, but also the bad winds from abroad.

The wind outside the north is like a knife, which cuts your skin and causes sharp pain when it hits your face.

Whoosh, whoosh, the wind blows up and down, sometimes taking away something, sometimes leaving something behind, and ultimately it becomes nothing.

Even more cruel than the wind is the killing taking place on this land.

"The Barbarian Elephant Tribe is the largest tribe among the Wu Clan's vanguard army that invaded the Central Plains."

"The powerful giant who captured Zunyang City is the strongest man in your tribe, Tyrant Elephant Shanshanluo."

"Before you came to the Central Plains, have you heard of the name of Dayin Mountain?"

Amidst the angry shouts, a man leaped up from the ground, with yellow and black colors rolling around him like waves, emitting dazzling beams of light.

He flew high above his head, and even as his strength was failing, he did not fall. Instead, he stretched out his arms, and two rows of brocade ribbons stood up on his clothes, like dense feathers on a pair of wings.

The Flying Tiger Shirt, a warrior's secret treasure, is a rare flying auxiliary treasure.

This item is difficult to make and is extremely precious. Among the 100,000 disciples in Dayin Mountain, only a handful are qualified to wear it.

Biao, like a tiger with wings, is called Flying Tiger.

The one wearing the Flying Tiger shirt is undoubtedly the strongest and top disciple of Dayin Mountain, General Biao.

This brave general, riding on the Flying Tiger shirt, flew in the sky as if walking on flat ground and flashed over the heads of the enemies.

His enemy was a high-level martial artist from the Wu clan. The totem spread from his chest and abdomen to his neck, and ended abruptly at his chin.

Judging from the area of ​​the totem, his strength and status in the witch clan are very high, even above Golbuhan.

Although this wizard master cannot fly, when he steps on the ground, the two rows of ribs on his back bulge outward, as if two rows of external limbs have grown under his arms, allowing him to attack from all directions and forwards.

Only a high-level martial artist can manipulate flesh and bones in this way. An ordinary person would die on the spot.

"Heaven-breaking Hell Gate Blade!"

"Every knife is like a prison. There is no way to survive. I will let you decide life or death with one knife."

General Biao held a knife in his hand, with the wings behind him expanding like clouds. He chopped down with such speed and power that it was like a punishment from heaven.

The sword light turned into a medium connecting the sky and the earth, and fell heavily on the body of the powerful wizard, and the aftermath bloomed like a flower.

After a moment, General Biao put away his knife and stepped back, carrying the back of the knife on his shoulder and exhaled.

Dust fell on the opposite side, and the broken body of the powerful wizard lay on the ground, with his arms and ribs cut off.

Even if he is a high-level martial artist, there is no way he can survive if his head is chopped off.

Outside the battlefield, the two camps were clearly separated and watched the scene in front of them in silence.

Behind General Biao was a group of people from Dayin Mountain. This time they traveled a long distance and went deep into the territory occupied by the Wu Clan, where they encountered the main force of the Meng Tribe and engaged in a battle.

This group of people can be divided into three categories. There is only one Biao general, followed by a Tiger general, a total of nine people, all of whom are at the martial arts master level. The remaining 1 or so are all henchmen, who can be distinguished by their clothes and accessories.

There are the largest number of minions, and their quality varies. There are Qi and blood masters as well as junior martial artists, and there are both men and women, young and old.

Looking at the witches of the Meng tribe on the opposite side, there are more of them, and they feel somewhat like a mob, with even the elderly, the weak, women and children present.

There is no other way. The main force of the Witch Clan is gathered near Zunyang City, and it is not easy to gather so many people.

The troops of Dayin Mountain are carefully selected elites. They infiltrated the Wu Clan as a surprise force and occupied the territory with great force.

"Huh!" The hunters of the Meng tribe looked at each other. This Biao general had killed masters of their tribe one after another, and he had the help of the Flying Tiger Shirt. Unless a strong martial arts master came forward, they could only rely on the advantage of numbers.

However, the main force of the Witch Clan has not yet entered the country, only the vanguard is left, and most of the main force is still in Zunyang City.

His gaze shifted to the area around the battlefield. The bodies of the wizards who had died in battle and the injured generals were scattered all around. Various fragments were spread out at random and could not be cleaned up properly.

After the two sides came into contact, they fought fiercely and suffered losses on both sides, but overall, the elite troops of Dayin Mountain had the upper hand and the exchange ratio of casualties remained at 1:3.

There is no way. When it comes to masters, Dayinshan has an absolute advantage.

In order to hunt down Liu Fengji, the elite hunters of the Wu Clan were scattered throughout the wilderness and were unable to arrive at the scene.

Even so, the Barbarian Elephant Tribe also had the home advantage, and by continuous fighting, they were able to curb the advance of Dayin Mountain here.

"General of Dayin Mountain, your journey ends here."

The highest-ranking hunter present, named Mudahan, spoke loudly.

"I can guess your purpose. You are here to pick up the nobles from the aristocratic families who have escaped from the city. Only the noble families are qualified to allow your sect to take the risk of going deep into the enemy's territory."

"Here, we are not afraid of any number of deaths. The lives of wizards are worthless, but as long as we can make you lose a noble person, we win."

"From now on, you are destined to be nailed here and don't think about going anywhere!"

Although wizards are brainless, they understand the concepts of strategic intentions and tactical exchanges.

After hearing what Mudahan said, General Biao laughed and said, "Those are things that the higher-ups are considering. I came here just to have a fistfight and kill to my heart's content."

"Whether the noble man lives or dies depends on his fate. I just do my best."

"We're not done yet, send someone else to make up for it, I didn't kill enough people just now!"

Hearing this, the powerful wizards behind Mudahan became angry. They were either high-level martial artists or mid-level martial artists. They were the powerful ones at the top of the wizard tribe. How could they tolerate being looked down upon by the other side?

"What a pity! If Golbuhan were here, he would definitely be able to..."

Golbuhan and Mudahan are brothers in the tribe who exchange blood and are connected by totems.

Golbuhan is famous for his wisdom. Although he is only a mid-level martial artist, he is one of the top leaders in the tribe.

Mudahan is a master of strength. He is 5 years younger than Golbuhan, but he became a high-level martial artist before him.

As Mudahan was thinking, he suddenly felt a stinging pain on his body. Large totems bulged out on his skin, as scary as needles.

A whistle-like sound came from his mouth and nose, and suddenly he groaned and spat out a large cloud of blood mist.

The next moment, Mudahan shed tears. His good brother Golbuhan died.

The evidence is a totem on his chest, which has completely changed from indigo to blood red.

This is the 'blood oath' of the totem. Brothers exchange totems between life and death, and they are connected to each other. When one dies, the other one will initiate the blood oath, and the exchanged totems will turn bloody until they avenge their brother, and then they can return to their normal color.

"Golbuhan is dead, my brother is dead."

He was sad and shocked that Golbuhan's fist puppet was actually killed.

Who could be a mid-level martial artist, accompanied by a senior martial artist, and kill Golbuhan under the protection of the fist puppet?

"You have another group of troops in Dayin Mountain. There is more than just you. Are you split into two groups?"

Mudahan suddenly understood and looked at the other party with hatred.

General Biao: I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.

(End of this chapter)