He knew that the reason why Shuhu Yanjiang didn't make a move on him so quickly was because he would be left to the end, Shuhu Yanjiang wanted him to watch his people fall one by one in front of him, but he couldn't do anything, blood splashed, and screams resounded through the mountains, but his heart kept praying, praying that the gods would come down and kill all these murderous demons. If it weren't for these white-clothed warriors, he and his people would still have a chance to escape, he knew the combat effectiveness of the warriors of the Wuhu tribe, and he also felt powerless heart palpitations for the strength of this group of terrifying white-clothed warriors.

The scimitars raised by this group of murderous white-clothed warriors rolled up a dazzling red blood, and the scimitars in their hands were like artifacts harvesting life, and the flying blade shadows reflected bloody traces in the snow light, and the splashes of blood spilled into the air. A scream and wail came all over the world, the screams of human beings were mixed with the neighing of horses, the white snow had been stained red by the blood flowing out, the sky was solemn, and the breath of the blue blood and clear sky was permeated.

As the patriarch of a tribe, the patriarch of Wanyan has never experienced any storms and waves, facing those clansmen who resolutely went to death, facing the group of fierce and murderous white-clothed warriors, and the smiling and successful conspiracy of the Wuhu tribe patriarch Shuhu Yanjiang, he did not show any panic. He buried the fear in his heart in the deepest part of his heart, he hid his anger and grief in the deepest part, his face was only calm and calm, and he could only pray in his heart for the coming of the gods.

Often a person facing despair will show incomparable calmness, the more desperate he is, the calmer he is, and the Wanyan patriarch knows that he has long since lost any fear. He flashed in his mind the familiar faces of his people, his own children, and he didn't expect anyone to save him at this time, the gods could not hear their prayers all the time, and the gods sometimes took a nap.

He could only comfort himself like this, for the Wuhu tribe and others who wanted to put him to death, he couldn't talk about any excessive hatred in his heart. He just didn't think it was worth it, and he wanted a fair contest between the two tribes, not with those intrigues. For these white-clothed warriors, of course, he also knew their identities, ninjas from the Fusang Kingdom of the East China Sea, because the first thing these white-clothed ninjas found was the Wanyan tribe. Regarding the intentions of this group of white-clothed ninjas, he also vaguely guessed something in his heart.

The screams slowly became loose, but the pungent smell of blood grew stronger, and blood was already flowing from the snow. Fresh lives have been left under this mountain peak for a long time, and the sky is reflected in the dazzling scarlet, and the blood stains flowing in the white expanse are getting denser and denser. The fallen clansmen also began to slowly lose their temperature and slowly cooled down.

He knew that he would become one of them, he saw the hideous smile of the Shuhu Yanjiang, he saw the despair but fearless determination of the clansmen, he saw the cold scimitars of the group of white-clothed ninjas, and the murderous gaze. It was all frozen in his mind, blood became the last color in front of his eyes, and the screams echoed in his ears for a long time.

With a fearless light in his eyes, he resolutely puffed up his chest and raised the broadsword in his hand, the thick animal skin coat already mottled by the splash of blood. He had killed several Black Tiger tribesmen himself, and he had faced those white-clothed ninjas directly, but he knew that he was only an ordinary mortal, and he hadn't even touched the clothes of those white-clothed ninjas.

All the people had been killed, and he was the only one left, and he looked around fixedly, and then at the pool of blood. In addition to the Wanyan tribe, there were several members of the Black Tiger tribe lying in the pool of blood, but there was not a single white-clothed ninja. He sighed secretly, in the face of strength, everything was empty talk, these white-clothed ninjas were not comparable to the warriors of their ordinary tribes.

"Old man Wanyan, how is it, I feel sad now. You're the only one left with your clan, but you don't have to worry, you'll be able to accompany them soon. As for this Changbai Mountain, I will laugh at it. Actually, don't blame me, our Wuhu tribe needs Changbai Mountain more, and your Wanyan tribe will become the history of our Jurchen tribe. I believe that it won't be long before no one will remember your Wanyan tribe. ”

The ruthless look on Shuhu Yanjiang's face was undisguised, he waved his hand, and suddenly dozens of Black Tiger Tribal warriors armed with bows and arrows poured out from all around him, the bows and arrows in their hands were full of strings, and the tip of the arrow was aimed at the patriarch of the Wanyan tribe. The aura of slaughter immediately spread, and it was obvious that these warriors did not shoot the arrows immediately, but were waiting for the order of Shuhu Yanjiang.

Looking at the arrows that were condensed with cold light, the Wanyan Patriarch still didn't understand anything in his heart. Where is there such an elite arrow in the Wuhu tribe, these arrows are provided to the Wuhu tribe by the Khitans, and it seems that the Khitan general Yelu Qishi and Shuhu Yanjiang have reached an agreement in Baili Town. Even if Wanyan Yan was married to the four Khitan princes, even if the Wanyan tribe produced a Khitan great teacher, the Jurchen tribe still had to look at the faces of the Khitan people.

He knew that this was not only the ambition of the Wuhu tribe, but also the Khitan people secretly fueling the troubles, where could they do it with the ability and courage of the Tiger Yanjiang. In addition to this group of ninjas from the island countries of the East China Sea, coupled with the Khitan general Qishi secretly fueling the troubles, and finally adding the ambition of Shuhu Yanjiang, the ending of the Wanyan tribe became the prey of their three parties, and it should be said that Changbai Mountain became their real prey.

"Do you think you can really control Changbai Mountain in this way, you know that our Wanyan tribe has lived in Changbai Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. Do you think this is an accident, you will never understand that everything in this Changbai Mountain, including the gods, has chosen our Wanyan tribe. Do you know why, do you think that by killing me and finishing Yan Dashan, you can dominate Changbai Mountain, you are too naïve. ”

A contemptuous smile appeared on the face of the Wanyan Patriarch, and he mocked at Shuhu Yanjiang. Although there was a grief-stricken look in his eyes, his face was very calm and calm, and there was no fear on his face, but it gave people a transcendent momentum of righteousness and awe-inspiring. He was not afraid of life and death, he faced this desperate situation indifferently, but he exuded an aura of pride in his bones, proud of being a Wanyan tribe, that supreme glory and pride.

"Wanyan Mountain, you don't bluff people here, Changbai Mountain is just a mountain, do you think there really is a god, even if there is a god why didn't come to save your people, do you have to wait until your Wanyan tribe encounters the danger of extinction before it will appear. You don't have any hope, the Khitan people want your Wanyan tribe to perish, our Wuhu tribe wants this Changbai Mountain, this is enough, your Wanyan tribe will be annihilated in the long river of history, and no one can save you today. ”

The corners of Shuhu Yanjiang's mouth rose slightly, where would he care about the other party's words, at best, he just felt that Wanyan Dashan was bluffing.

"Shuhu Yanjiang, you colluded with foreign tribes to kill my Jurchen compatriots, and you should be punished for your crimes. The punishment of the gods will come, even if I am killed by your hands today, but if you want to destroy my Wanyan tribe, persuade you to die of this heart. Do you think that this group of people of different races is really helping you Wuhu people, it is precisely because they know the secret of this Changbai Mountain that they will collude with you. When the time comes, you lure the wolf into the house and become a thousand sinners of our Jurchen clan. ”

Wanyan Dashan smiled proudly, he stood with a strong body, and his fearless gaze met the other party, he had put life and death out of the way.

"Kill it, pierce this old man through his heart with ten thousand arrows, and see if this old man is still hard-mouthed." Shuhu Yanjiang didn't get the desperate and miserable appearance of Wanyan Dashan as expected, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry and issued an order to the Wuhu tribesmen.

Regarding the order issued by Shuhu Yanjiang, Wanyan Dashan could only secretly pray in his heart except for a secret sigh in his heart, praying that the rest of the Wanyan tribe would be fine. He closed his eyes, very calmly facing the thick killing intent of Shuhu Yanjiang, at this moment he seemed to feel that his state of mind was very calm, so calm that his breathing was also soothed, and he felt that the surroundings became very quiet.

At this moment of crisis, a loud and loud howl broke the gloomy atmosphere, and then a figure rushed down from the mountain peak with a violent snowstorm. That figure was filled with a majestic aura like the sky, and the figure was holding a sharp and cold spear in his hand, and that person was Wanyan Zhantian.

Wanyan Zhantian's figure had not yet arrived, but the huge aura he exuded from his body had already shrouded the people of the Black Tiger Tribe and the several white-clothed ninjas. The spear made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the cold light that condensed on the spear was fierce, and the figure shot down from under the mountain peak like an arrow, and several spear flowers suddenly burst out.

"Poof, poof, poof" After a few dull sounds, several white-clothed ninjas felt a huge pain surging through their throats, and before they could react, they were already pierced through their throats by the spear in Wanyan Zhantian's hand. The other white-clothed ninjas raised their scimitars one after another, and one after another cold rays flew up, surging towards the figure that came in an instant. However, as soon as the scimitars in the hands of the white-clothed ninjas were raised, their figures froze.

When Yan Zhantian's body turned around with a misalignment, the spear in his hand rolled up a smear of blood, and when his figure was stopped, he saw several white-clothed ninjas covering their throats tightly with their hands. Blood poured from their fingers, their eyes looked at them in disbelief, and finally their eyes turned into horrified gazes, and their bodies slowly collapsed.

A majestic figure stood in front of Wanyan Dashan, and under a pair of thick eyebrows was a pair of delicate eyes, which shot a dazzling essence. After Yan Zhantian's spear was horizontal, his face turned grim, and the majestic aura around him rolled up, and the snow under his feet became violent because of the breath circulating around him, and the snowflakes splashed under his feet flew more than once.

Shuhu Yanjiang suddenly felt a shock in his heart, he didn't seem to react to this sudden situation, he seemed to have forgotten to give the order to shoot arrows. Not only him, but also the warriors of the other Wuhu tribes also forgot to shoot their arrows with their bows, and they looked at this perfect battle sky that fell from the sky in amazement, and endless fear suddenly welled up from the bottom of their hearts. They subconsciously took a few steps back, and the hand holding the bow and arrow shook slightly, and no one dared to open the bow and shoot the first arrow.

"Quick, shoot the arrows, shoot them to death." Shuhu Yanjiang finally reacted, and he yelled angrily.

Ye Yinfeng's figure swept away, and his figure rose wantonly in the vast snow-capped mountains like a ghost, and when his figure landed on a rock that rose abruptly, he stopped. Because he saw a figure flying up from the bottom of the mountain, that figure was very fast, and its body technique was incomparably exquisite, and a majestic aura surged up from the body of that figure. Obviously, that person did not deliberately hide his cultivation, but showed his cultivation to the fullest. This is a master, although he can't see the person's appearance clearly, Ye Yinfeng felt a powerful crisis pouring out of the person's body.