Chapter 1623 Another Plan, Group Killing

"It's over, it's all over..."

"My people."

The rough estimate of the death toll at this time has reached tens of thousands.

This is the largest casualty on this grassland in the past century.

Hearing the gnashing of teeth of these people, Yi Zewende remained indifferent, but only narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.

His vision was amazing, and he could see the vision of the huge shadow rushing forward at the end of the sky.

"It seems that something is wrong?"

"But unfortunately, there is no reward for guessing right."

A nervous smile suddenly appeared on Yi Zewende's face, and there was a flash of bloodlust in his eyes.

Palm raised.

"Yizewende, what are you doing!" Someone suddenly noticed Yizewende's actions, a bad premonition flashed in his heart, and suddenly asked.

"Everyone's role is over."

Yi Zewende smiled lightly and put his palm down.

In an instant, hundreds of poisoned arrows shot away.

At a distance of 20 meters, a red stone crossbow bolt is enough to pierce a rock ten centimeters thick!

What's more, when these patriarchs gathered together, they didn't wear heavy armor at all.

Because no one expected that Yi Zewende would be so daring and daring to make a bold move.

Within this distance, no one can escape.

One of them wanted to rush forward to hold Yi Zewende hostage, but the young patriarch's eyes did not fluctuate at all, he just smiled coldly and took half a step back.

The distance of this step has become a natural moat that can never be crossed.

Puff puff!

The sound of hundreds of arrows entering the body resounded.

All the foreigners, including Qingya and the head of the Blackwater Tribe, froze on the spot.

There was confusion in their eyes, and the red purple began to spread from the wound where the sharp arrow entered the body to all parts of the body.

Vitality flies by.

poof.

Several people fell to the ground at the same time.

Isaiah, the patriarch of the Baijia tribe, was almost killed by an arrow, not to mention that everyone had at least ten crossbow arrows inserted into their bodies at this moment.

The domineering toxicity instantly strangled everyone.

"very good."

With a soft murmur, Yi Zewende looked at the corpses on the ground, with a strange smile flashing across his face, he laughed and walked back, stepping into the hole that had been prepared in the back.

The area that this burrow leads to is the top secret of the Redstone Clan.

"You stay here, and anyone who approaches without my order will be shot."

This group of loyal redstone guards nodded silently.

With the disappearance of the back, the hole was quickly buried by mud.

The initiator of this war, Yi Zewende, just disappeared into the battlefield without a sound.

In the long tunnel passage, the slender figure was getting longer and longer under the light of the torch.

"What a good place for cultivating flesh and blood... It's been two full years, and finally we've seen traces of the tracing troops, hehe..."

...

...

The evil wings roared from the sky to the earth.

Mu Fan's figure fell from the sky like a dragon.

Stepping heavily on the ground with both feet, he swung the curved light sickle in his hands, and all the spears and crossbow arrows that shot over were smashed to pieces amidst the green brilliance.

The attacker only had time to see Mu Fan's appearance clearly for a moment, and could no longer catch the opponent's movements.

The truncated energy braids at the back of the head spread out quietly, and the four phantoms rushed forward at the same time in one step.

"Which is true and which is false?"

Doubts arose in the hearts of the Redstone warriors, but soon Mu Fan gave them a bloody answer.

Four afterimages rushed out four bloody roads in the crowd.

No matter how hard the battle armor or weapon is, it can't block the twisted and flickering green light in the slightest.

"It turned out to be true!"

The crowd was shocked.

"Stop him!"

This voice speaks the voice of everyone.

Just, how to stop it! ?

Can't see people at all.

The light green light almost merged with the night, and only twisted and flickered for a moment when it was beheaded.

"Hurry up...the Baijia tribe is coming, retreat quickly!"

Hurry up, these two words were finally unable to be uttered.

[This direction has the densest guards, so this should be the commander's position. 】

Mu Fan's keen vision quickly captured the scene in front of him.

Whoosh whoosh!

The dense rain of arrows came, and the range was so large that it even completely covered the area where the four figures were running side by side.

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes, and his hands intertwined into phantoms for an instant.

The dark hall under the sanctuary is the strongest defensive barrier.

Three Stages of Redemption——Dark Hall Barrier!

The activated nether energy blade makes up for the last shortcoming of this strongest individual defensive combat skill.

At this moment, the four afterimages pushed out a huge chessboard perpendicular to the ground almost at the same time, and the green light criss-crossed.

People watched helplessly as the rain of arrows intersected the four giant chessboards.

Silently.

All the flying objects were instantly crushed into powder, and then completely annihilated by the suddenly emerging hexagonal shield.

The chessboard suddenly disappeared, and the four figures merged into one in turn, and the blurred figures solidified.

The eyes of the crowd fell on the figure in the center.

Stretching his arms horizontally, Mu Fan slowly raised his head and looked around.

The erratic nether energy blade seemed to be burning.

The cold visor only reveals the pair of completely dark green eyes, like the most ferocious wolf king on the grassland.

Get on your knees and bounce!

In an instant, layers of light and shadow escaped from the body, twisting and spreading forward.

Left, Front, Right.

The figures alternately flashed, flickering, flickering.

Every time a frozen figure of backspin appeared, it was the death of a group of Redstone warriors.

With the blade of glory in my hand, I give you...death!

[Six Stages of Redemption - Radiant Assault]!

This is the most powerful ultimate move of the immortal gods without fear of group attacks.

Live to die!

The sharp blade sliced ​​across the enemy's body, and Mu Fan's eyes were icy cold under the armor that did not stain his body.

This high platform where the commander is most likely...is empty.

Looking back indifferently.

There were no survivors on the entire 300-meter bloody road.

The crowd on both sides looked at the devil-like figure at the end of their sight in fear and trembling.

"This is the natural disaster sent by the stars to punish us."

"This is a natural disaster..."

"The gods forgive me."

Mu Fan's fight completely overturned their perception of fighting.

The way of completely breaking away from line of sight locking, the cold blade that can emit a faint light in the dark.

That strange stealth that silently hides in the air.

It's unimaginable for them.

Some devout believers in the stars couldn't help but fell to the ground and kowtowed.

They were not begging for Mu Fan's forgiveness, but praying for Xingchen not to let the suffering fall on him and his clansmen. They were praying for the forgiveness of the gods in the stars.

The eight dead bodies on the empty high platform looked particularly eye-catching.

The shape, skin color, and dress are all different.

The way these people died was not caused by the Baijia tribe at all.

Looking back at the surroundings again, the battlefield has become a mess.

This... doesn't feel like a real Clash of Clans at all.

This way of death, it seems that the commander doesn't take these lives seriously.

What are the people behind the scenes planning?

"Where did your patriarch go?"

Mu Fan suddenly grabbed one person in front of him, his eyes were cold.