"Hmph! Do you think this can hurt me? Such a method is OK to deal with others! But it is a big mistake to deal with me, because our strength is not on the same level at all."

Yan Rong snorted coldly, with a serious expression, and suddenly exerted force on his legs. He flew into the air, held the handle of the rifle with both hands, and met the mace that was pulling Tuheng.

"Dang!"

The cold wind whistled, harsh, and sparks splashed everywhere. The black python spear's handle blocked the critical mace. Pulling Tuheng's front face, he had a full force, and his strength was so terrifying. He was already known for his strength. This attack was as strong as a thousand pounds. Yan Rong leaned back and removed most of the force. His back was close to the horse's back, lying on his back on his back.

"Hiss...hiss..."

The snow-Taixue BMW was severely affected. With a bullying neigh, his legs suddenly softened downwards and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the snow-Taixue BMW had a physical body that was far superior to an ordinary war horse. It was extremely tough and raised its proud head in an instant. This blow was difficult to survive.

Yan Rong lay on his horse's back, his hands like steel pillars, holding the black python spear tightly. The mace, who pulled Tuoheng, was stalemate in the air. His hideous face turned red and his blue veins burst. No matter how hard he increased his strength, the mace could not move forward at all, but Yan Rong could not.

"Bad Golden Armored War God! You die for me!"

Yan Rong and Batuheng were in a stalemate and could not get out of here. How could Batuheng let go of such a great opportunity? The hideous and terrifying face showed a sneer. The horse-back scimitar did not diminish, but instead doubled its speed and broke through the air. It would inevitably have one blow to hurt or kill Yan Rong.

"drink!"

Yan Rong's face was calm, cold and resolute, and he did not panic because of his situation. He thrust his hands hard, and his momentum was unparalleled. The mace in Tuoheng's hand was instantly lifted half a foot higher. On the other hand, Yan Rong did not feel any difficulty, but just sucked and sucked a breath of turbid air.

"Jumping clown! Get out of here!"

With a roar, Yan Rong followed the trend, and the black python spear in his hand shook, and the gun body was tilted forty-five degrees. He pulled out the mace in Tuheng's hand. Due to the heavy pressure, he could not hold back and slid down along the slope of the gun handle. The whole person almost fell down, and the man staggered.

Free from Batuheng's shackles, Yan Rong was like a wild beast that escaped from trouble, a roaring wolf, and agile flying leopard. His body turned sharply, and the spear in his hand turned into a black light, like a life-seeking lock. The giant python that swallowed the sky assassinated Batuheng passed by. Yan Rong's chain movements were flowing, flowing in one go, without a trace of pause, and the movement was extremely perfect and smooth.

"Puchi!"

The spear penetrated his chest, blood splattered. He widened his eyes, his face full of unbelievable and unwillingness. He could not have imagined why under such circumstances, Yan Rong was still as powerful as a dragon in the water, and a dragon swimming in the sea. Not only easily resolved the crisis, but also completed a counterattack in an instant and directly killed him.

Blood flowed in his mouth, like a spring, and his eyes were dull. As Yan Rong took back his spear, his pupils lost its luster, and he fell down, looking like he was tragic and he died with a miserable look on his face.

"Ah? Second brother! Golden Armored Han Dog, please give my brother my life."

When Batuyan died, Batuheng's miserable howls, like a beast that has broken away from reins, hideous and terrifying, with red eyes and red silk, wishing to burst open. The mace in his hand is even more powerful than before, as if a beast that was dazed, began a desperate counterattack, like a tyrannical madman, with bloodthirsty and fierce moves, and never ending.

"Are you trying hard? You are not my opponent!"

Yan Rong smiled grimly, infected by Batuheng's blood. For a moment, the young arrogance came to his heart. The black python spear in his hand was used as a stick, and he knocked and beaten against Batuheng's mace.

"Dang! Dang!..."

The two soldiers intersected, and Mars flew everywhere, and the roaring sound was endless, deafening and making people excited.

"Sir, the mighty! Sir, the mighty! The God of War! The God of War!…"

The two of them in the field made a lot of tricks, fighting hard, and the sounds were deafening. The warriors watching outside the field cheered. The morale of the Murong tribe soared and the shouts were shocking. They stretched their necks like excited cocks, constantly knocking on the weapons in their hands, screaming and howling. On the other hand, the morale of the Kuba tribe, which was already sluggish, was already at its peak, and they buried their heads, like deflated balloons. The quiet needles could be heard. Some elderly old men couldn't bear to look at them anymore, and had already closed their old and turbid eyes.

After more than ten rounds of gravity fighting, Batuheng's mouth burst out, his face was red and his ears were red, and he was breathing heavily. Even his hands holding the mace began to tremble violently. The mace could not be grasped at any time and could fall to the ground.

At this time, Yan Rong's arms were also a little numb, his mouth was red, and he forced himself to stabilize his churning inner abdomen, and his breathing became rapid during breathing.

"You are a man and deserve respect. But today, you must die! Don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame, blame your brother Batuo! He shouldn't hit me at the attention of Murong Tribe. Since I killed him, I will naturally not let his relatives go. I will stifle any potential threats in the bud."

"You are a warrior, I will give you a glorious way of death that a warrior should have."

Yan Rong took a deep breath of turbid air, tightened his hands, and felt the heat from the hot gun handle.

"Han Dog! Don't be too long-lasting! If you want to kill, kill! Grandpa will fight you."

Batuheng calmed down with difficulty, trembling hands, let out his heart, shouted loudly, and used all his strength, like a warrior who was going to die, roaring out with a scream. In the roar, the mace swung out.

Yan Rong sighed helplessly, and the little bit of unbearableness in his heart was instantly replaced by coldness. He was not a mother-in-law and would never be ruthless to the enemy. This was a warning bell. In his previous life, he was ruthless to let his enemy go and his wife died! In this life, he would not have any mercy. Be kind to the enemy is cruel to himself, and he could no longer bear that unforgettable pain.

"drink!"

Yan Rong's pupils tightened, and a shocking aura emanated from his body, which was a pressure that only the strong had. Now he no longer had any reservations and began to use all his strength, listening to the harsh sound of sonic booms, staring at the maces like afterimages, and even the most broken iron thorns on the maces, he could see clearly.

Just as the mace was smashed to the front, Yan Rong's body suddenly moved, and the black python spear turned into a black light and met it. The spear broke like a wind and was as fast as lightning. It swung out several times with the mace.

"Dang!"

A loud noise shook the sky, and the pure iron bone of the wolf teeth mace was instantly shriveled halfway. As soon as the two soldiers contacted each other, they immediately left. The mace in Batuheng's hand actually came out, and the casting force was twice as fast as the coming force, and flew over to Batuheng's head.

"Puchi!"

The iron thorn collided with flesh and blood, without any suspense. Batuheng's head burst instantly, and red and white liquid splashed in the air. After the iron tower-like tiger body lost its head, it slowly fell down and died in a very miserable way.

Yan Rong held on to the forefront and sat steadily on the snow-stepping BMW. The black python held a long spear in his hand, his hair tied with his hair, and his red cloak fluttered in the wind. His tall figure and dignified demeanor were extraordinary. But at this time, if someone observes carefully, he will find that although Yan Rong seemed calm, his hands were trembling slightly, and a trace of blood that appeared faintly emerged from the tiger's mouth.

After adjusting his breathing, he forced the blood pressure that had already flowed into the throat. The black python spear pointed at the Kuba tribe who had already been sweating profusely, and shouted in a deep voice: "The Kuba brothers are dead! Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who escape will not be merciless! Those who resist will not be merciless! Those who have ill-beheaded will not be merciless! Those who behead you will be beheaded."

The cold voice echoed, and the members of the Kuba tribe took a breath. At this time, they seemed to see a devil, and some people's legs began to tremble. Iron-blooded policy! All those who are not strong in their hearts will be killed without mercy! What kind of courage is this? What kind of ruthless means? There are only two ways to choose from in front of him: one is pious worship and surrender. The other is death or a cruel way of death by beheading the head.

"I surrender! I sincerely surrender to the Murong tribe and surrender to the Lord. I am willing to help the Lord with the front and horses and serve the work of the dog and horses."

"I...I surrender too!"

As soon as Yan Rong finished speaking, someone knelt down and surrendered, as if it was a chain reaction. The Kuba tribe members knelt down to the ground, their bodies trembling and sincerely begging for surrender.

The acquisition and annexation of the Kuba tribe was as natural as beforehand. It was natural and unintentional hindering factors. The population of the 40,000 Kuba tribe was like an arrow, and they all surrendered to Yan Rong's powerful strength and power.

Of course, this is based on strong soldiers and powerful personal force. The Wuhuan tribe is a realistic group. Only the strong can be admired so much. Yan Rong's reputation plays a major decisive factor.

Yan Rong looked at the Kuba tribe with satisfaction, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "You are seeking over to the Murong tribe, not to my Yanrong. The Murong tribe is a branch of the Wuhuan tribe, and you are also members of the Wuhuan tribe. Our Yan Rong is helpless in conquering the Kuba tribe. The purpose is to eliminate the ambitions of the Chiluo tribe, remove the ambitious old dog of Chiluo Ting, and let the Wuhuan tribes in Dai County get rid of the suffering of war and war. The Murong tribe treats all the Wuhuan tribes well, treating each of the Wuhuan tribes who surrender to each other, and treating each of the Wuhuan tribes equally, without a distinction between high and low status, just like a family. Remember! We are fighting for our relatives and our descendants, not for the ambition of someone. I hope you can remember that all the bloody battles are for yourself and your own relatives."

"Kill the old dog Chi Luoting!"

"Kill the old dog Chi Luoting!"

"Destroy the Chiluo tribe!"

"Destroy the Chiluo tribe!"

"Fight for your loved ones!"

"Fight for your loved ones!"

"Fight for future generations!"

"Fight for future generations!"
Chapter completed!