Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Zhao Shanxiong's eyes were full of roars at the moment.

The fragments of being crushed by the sand-bone tribe kept flashing in his mind, how many brothers died tragically under their clubs and fists.

"You bastards!"

Zhao Shanxiong didn't feel too refreshed when he brought down a satisfied man. After all, he lost another brother just after the war started.

Turning his head to look at the leading disciple, he said quickly:

"Girl, take someone to recuperate and recuperate, and come down to buy time."

"Then I waited together and slaughtered the offal."

The leading disciple didn't even think about it, so he agreed, turned around and called the injured disciple to retreat, and at the same time ordered his fellow disciples who were still fighting to stay and fight the enemy with Zhao Shanxiong.

The situation has undergone some subtle changes.

With Zhao Shanxiong and his group of desperate knight-errants entering the arena, the disciples of the Meihu Sect got a chance to breathe.

However, all this is an illusion.

A drop in the bucket.

Zhao Shanxiong and his brothers are both warriors.

To fight against the Sand Bone Race against the enemy, they can only be head-to-head.

This is dead wrong.

It can be said that the sand-bone tribe's huge size, overwhelming strength, and that sturdy bone armor are sky-beating warriors!
A martial artist of the lower third rank cannot use a lot of spiritual energy, and does not have high-grade weapons. It is foolish to try to break through the opponent's defense.

The short-term superiority in numbers was soon wiped out under the suppression of absolute strength.

The barbarians of the Shabone Tribe were slightly startled when they saw their companions being knocked down at first, but soon rekindled their fighting spirit.

The death of their companions will not make them lose their desire to fight, on the contrary they will become more and more cruel.

"what--"

There was another howl.

Someone fell down and was smashed into the yellow sand by the sand-bone tribe's hammer.

Zhao Shanxiong was fighting with an extraordinarily huge sand-bone tribe, his face and body were covered with paint, when he heard the sound, he turned his head and looked.

I saw that the brother who died turned out to be the guy who caused trouble with the mouse yesterday.

Although that guy is annoying, but how can I say he is my brother.

No matter how he repairs it, it will be fine, but if an outsider hurts him, that is courting death.

Zhao Shanxiong's chest was burning with anger, and he was about to withdraw while clenching his machete, and went to the other side to find that barbarian to avenge his brother.

But he forgot.

Hatred makes people fall into blindness.

Just when he was about to leave, a heavy and joking voice suddenly came from his ears:
"What are you looking at, Monkey King Yu?"

"?"

Zhao Shanxiong turned around quickly, his eyes widened in astonishment, and subconsciously raised his knife and slashed away.

However, he was still a step behind.

The Sand Bone Tribe who was fighting against him just now has already pressed over him, so close at hand, covering the sky and covering the sun, like a hill, and the huge mallet in his hand smashed down fiercely.

At this moment, Zhao Shanxiong was so frightened that his legs had lost the ability to move, and the machete in his hand was trembling non-stop by his shoulder strap.

He couldn't escape.

It’s over.

However, at this moment, a voice came from the side:
"What are you in a daze for?"

Immediately, a demonic energy shot out.

Immediately after, several icicles pierced towards him.

boom!
boom!
The sand-bone tribe relies on the hard bone armor to resist all the magic energy and ice cones.

But it was this gap that gave Zhao Shanxiong a chance to distance himself.

He hurriedly took advantage of the chaos to retreat a few positions, looked at a disciple of the Meihu Sect not far away and said:
"Thank you girl for your help."

"Oh, it's even."

Turning his head, Zhao Shanxiong wanted to calm himself down.

However, the wailing of his brothers came from around him, which made him unable to calm down at all.

With a quick glance, he saw some dead and some wounded.

However, only one of the sand bone tribe died, and he was attacked by surprise.

If this continues, it is impossible to win.

He looked at the girls who sat down to adjust their breathing and kept in good health, and saw that they were also seriously injured and would not be able to rejoin the battle in a short time.

The current situation is not optimistic.

It can be said that it is a dead end.

He rashly got involved in this battle, causing some of his brothers to die here, and even this mission could not be completed.

Ugh.

He sighed, but didn't regret it.

"My generation is like this. A great chivalrous man will serve the country and the people."

"You bunch of barbarians and monsters, now in our territory of Great Yu, are killing the common people, you should be punished!"

The brain circuits of low-level warriors are very simple.

Also admit death.

But sometimes, they seem extraordinarily pure like this.

Seeing injustice on the road, draw a knife to help.

I can't beat it.

Isn't this the behavior style of the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes?
Zhao Shanxiong smiled freely, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his forehead, whether it was his own or the enemy's, clenched the machete tightly in his hand, and rushed towards the Shabone Tribe who attacked again in front of him.

He is also an inner strength warrior, such warriors are not everywhere in Dayu, but there are not a few of them.

In his 30s, he is still an internal force, so he probably will be like this for the rest of his life, hovering at the threshold of martial arts.

But which martial artist doesn't have a world dream?
Pictures flashed through Zhao Shanxiong's mind, from practicing martial arts hard since he was a child, to becoming famous later, to being lonely at a stagnant level, and so on.

But right now, none of that matters.

He is Dayu's son, and he will never allow foreigners to trample on Dayu's people and land like this.

In an instant, the machete in his hand burst out with incomparable strength, and the speed on it was full of aura.

The unique skill of inner strength warriors.

Turning the aura in the body into your own use can strengthen the weapon in your hand.

The blade of the machete had a faint khaki halo.

Zhao Shanxiong looked at the opponent who was rushing towards him, without any flicker in his mind, and vowed to fight the opponent with one blow.

This is tantamount to a suicidal showdown.

Moreover, he has almost no chance of winning.

In fact, he knew in his heart that with his own aura, he couldn't penetrate the opponent's bone armor at all.

"Big... big brother!"

At the moment when the two sides collided, suddenly, someone at the side shouted falteringly.

Wherever Zhao Shanxiong had time to talk to him, he was fully focused, and now he was about to decide the outcome with the opponent.

However, suddenly a figure rushed over and stood in front of him in a daze.

boom!
The sand-bone tribe's mallet smashed down.

The figure in front of him froze.

Afterwards, Zhao Shanxiong saw that half of the body of the person in front of him was sunken and bloody.

"Big... big... big brother... let's go..."

The figure fell.

Zhao Shanxiong quickly supported him.

I saw that this person was the mouse who provoked Wei Canglan yesterday.

At this moment, his face was covered with blood, half of his face was missing, and an eyeball drooped out with blood and flesh.

The other eye was also covered in blood and could not see clearly.

He held Zhao Shanxiong's hand tightly, and with the last of his strength, he faltered and said:

"Let's go... Big brother... We can't win..."

"Don't say it, don't say it, Mouse...it's okay...Brother will save you now..."

With that said, he was about to help his brother to leave.

However, the sand-bone tribe on the opposite side will not show any mercy.