The tide of the battle was quickly reversed, and the Jurchen warriors brought by Wan Yanyan quickly surrounded the remaining warriors of the Wuhu tribe, and the several ninjas in Baiyi were also killed by the Xuanyi boy and the scholar boy. The remaining dozen or so members of the Wuhu tribe surrounded the Nashu Tiger Pine in the middle, their eyes could not hide the panic, and the long knives in their hands were still trembling and trembling.

Shuhu Song's face became extremely pale, he knew that the warriors of the Wuhu tribe he brought were finished, he didn't expect that the tribe had found this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, thinking that he could annihilate the Wanyan tribe in one fell swoop, even if he couldn't annihilate the Wanyan tribe, he could always drive the Wanyan tribe away from Changbai Mountain. But he didn't expect the situation to be reversed, and the white-clothed ninjas lurking among the Black Tiger tribesmen were their biggest hole cards. However, this biggest hole card still put them in the predicament of failure, and even though he was unwilling, he still felt an endless despair spread.

At this time, the wild goose falling mountain was filled with layers of bloody ape breath, and the Jurchen warriors in the grass could be defeated everywhere, whether it was a warrior of the Wuhu tribe or a warrior of the Wanyan tribe. Blood stained the green grass red, once a green and boundless wild goose falling down the mountain, once full of vibrant woods and green grass, but now it is like a forest and hell, people can't bear to look at it directly.

Shuhu Song's heart only hopes that the patriarch's side will succeed, he knows everything planned, and he knows that the white-clothed Fuso ninja is more than their hole cards. Patriarch Shuhu Yanjiang took more white-clothed Fusang ninjas to Baili Town, in order to ambush the patriarch of the Wanyan tribe, if the patriarch's side succeeded, then what if he failed here. The battle between the two clans has not been a day or two, although every time the Wanyan tribe has the upper hand, but this time the Wanyan tribe may not be able to win.

There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he looked at the two strange Han teenagers, and he knew that if it weren't for these two Han teenagers, his plan would have succeeded. Even if the Wanyan tribe sent more warriors, he was confident that the warriors of the Wanyan tribe would never return. But he still miscalculated, it should be said that the patriarch miscalculated, no one thought that the Wanyan tribe would invite a helper, and it was comparable to a god-like helper.

"Shuhu Song, you have the audacity to collude with outsiders to deal with our Wanyan tribe. Do you know that your Wuhu tribe is also one of the Jurchen tribes, aren't you afraid that the gods will blame you if you do this? Wan Yan Yan walked out of the crowd, her face was as cold as frost, and she asked Nashu Husong.

"Hahaha, Wan Yanyan, you also know that our Wuhu tribe is one of the tribes of the Jurchen tribe. Why can you Wanyan tribe occupy all the resources of this Changbai Mountain, while our Wuhu tribe can only live by the Songhua River. The best ginseng hides in Changbai Mountain belong to your Wanyan tribe, and our Wuhu tribe only fishes and fishes every day, even if this goose falls down the mountain, your Wanyan tribe is merciful and allows our Wuhu tribe to come and hunt. We are also Jurchen tribesmen, why can you Wanyan tribe get the best, but our Wuhu tribe gets the worst. ”

Hearing Shuhu Song's unbridled laughter, Wan Yanyan's face couldn't help but change, even though there was more grief and anger in her heart, she couldn't get out. She knew that what Shu Husong said might be true, but as a Gege of the Wanyan tribe, she naturally had to think about the Wanyan tribe. "Even so, but you Wuhu tribe colluded with outsiders to kill our Jurchen compatriots, don't you think it's too shameless?" But she still came out to reprimand.

"Outsiders, aren't the Khitans outsiders, if you Wanyan tribe hadn't climbed the Khitans, how could you have stepped on the head of our Wuhu tribe. Aren't those two Han people outsiders, if it weren't for those two Han people, maybe you wouldn't be standing here today and scolding me in this tone. Shuhu Song's vicious eyes were filled with unwillingness, and he did not hide his hatred for Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying at all.

"Miss, what are you going to do with these people from the Wuhu tribe?" A warrior from the Wanyan tribe asked Wanyan Yan.

"Let them all go, the Wuhu tribe has experienced the lesson of this time, and I think it will not do anything harmful to our Jurchen people again." Wan Yanyan couldn't help but sigh in her heart, she didn't want to kill all this group of Wuhu tribesmen with bad intentions, but she still had to think about the Jurchen tribe's compatriots. Enough blood has flowed, and enough people have died, and this lesson of blood and fire will always haunt the hearts of the first clansmen of the Wanyan tribe and the Wuhu tribe.

"Why, they killed so many of our warriors, they couldn't let them go so easily. We must avenge the dead people and kill all these Wuhu people who have violated the will of the gods. As soon as Wanyan Yan's words fell, he was immediately opposed by many Wanyan tribe warriors. They shouted indignantly, the grief and indignation in their eyes were not concealed at all, and the strong killing intent on their bodies was even stronger.

"Let them go." Wan Yanyan's face was slightly cold, and a coquettish cry resounded in everyone's ears like rolling spring thunder, which made everyone's hearts shocked. With Wanyan Yan's coquettish shout, the Wanyan tribe warriors who surrounded the Wuhu tribesmen let go of their bodies. Although they were unwilling to reconcile in their eyes, no one dared to disobey Wan Yanyan's order.

"Wan Yanyan, you will regret your decision today. Don't think that you can turn the tide of the war by turning defeat into victory in this wild goose mountain, your Wanyan tribe is doomed to be destroyed. Changbai Mountain will no longer belong to your Wanyan tribe, it will definitely belong to our Wuhu tribe. Shu Hu Song's face showed a hideous look, he did not have any repentance because of Wan Yan Yan's mercy, he shouted even more rampantly.

Hearing Shuhu Song's rampant words, the faces of the Wanyan tribesmen couldn't help but be full of anger, and their eyes shot a strong look of murderous intent. But no one stopped the Wuhu tribesmen from leaving last time, and they clenched their weapons tightly in anger, making them tremble with anger. If it weren't for Yan Yan's order, they would have raised their weapons and pounced on them.

As soon as Wanyan Yan heard Shuhu Song's threatening words, she couldn't help but feel a tense in her heart, although the crisis of the wild goose falling from the mountain was solved, it did not mean that the crisis of the Wanyan tribe was solved. She immediately thought of her father, and led the people of the Yan tribe to Baili Town to hand over the tribute items. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a faint uneasiness in her heart, the Wuhu tribe used the wild goose falling mountain to trap and kill the warriors of the Wanyan tribe, then they must have been prepared to send people to ambush the other clansmen of the Wanyan tribe who went to Baili Town.

"If my father has three longs and two shorts, I will pay a big price to destroy your Wuhu tribe. You'd better pray that my dad is okay, otherwise, your Wuhu tribe will leave no chickens and dogs. Although Wan Yanyan did not change her decision, her categorical and firm words shocked everyone's hearts. Everyone can feel that Wan Yan Yan, who is a Wanyan Blog, has a majestic aura condensed on her body at this time.

From beginning to end, Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying both looked at each other coldly, they were surprised that Wan Yanyan was able to spare the lives of the Black Tiger Tribe, especially the leader of the Black Tiger Clan with a gloomy look in his eyes. If it were any one of the two of them, then Shuhu Song would definitely die, but they couldn't interfere too much with Wan Yanyan's decision, after all, it was an internal matter of the Jurchen clan.

"Gege, it's not good to be a man, and he has affected so many brothers. Gege, you will punish Aman, you can kill whatever you want. At this time, An Manzi had fully sobered up, and he cleaned up the blood stains on his face. He fluttered and knelt directly in front of Wan Yanyan, and pleaded with her. If he hadn't advocated bringing the warriors of the tribe to the mountain, he would not have died so many warriors of the tribe, and he would be blamed.

"Let's go, go back to the tribe." Wan Yanyan didn't have any punishment for An Manzi, she just gave an order lightly.

As soon as the Wanyan Patriarch heard the high-pitched but not harsh dragon groan, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and the shock brought to him by this sudden dragon chant seemed to be greater than the threat given to him by Shuhu Yanjiang. He looked at the blue sky with a few rays of essence in his eyes, he had forgotten the threat of the Black Tiger Tribe at this moment, and also forgot the white-clothed ninjas with cold lights in their hands, and all he could think of was the high-pitched and ancient dragon roar.

When the dragon groan sounded, Shuhu Yanjiang's face only changed slightly, as for the dragon groan, he didn't know what the sound was, he only felt that his whole body suddenly tightened inexplicably, and an endless coercion enveloped him. This feeling gave him an urge to worship, and he suddenly felt how small he was, and the dragon's roar was like that of the gods of the nine heavens, so high.

The sound of the dragon's groan was only fleeting, and soon disappeared in everyone's ears, along with the endless coercion. Shuhu Yanjiang instantly wondered if this was an illusion of his own, he felt that this was incredible, this kind of coercion he had never encountered before, and the illusion that he felt like a small ant quickly dissipated from his mind, because what he saw was the patriarch of the Wanyan tribe and the clansmen of the Wanyan tribe.

Killing the patriarch of the Wanyan tribe, killing these people of the Wanyan tribe, plus the trap set by Shuhu Song in the Yanluo Mountain, he believed that the end of the Wanyan tribe had come, and the patriarch of his Wuhu tribe would rise to another level of prestige among the tribes of the Jurchen tribe. Changbai Mountain is like a thorough beauty, which has been coveted by the Wuhu tribe for I don't know how many years, and today they can finally get their wish.

There was a murderous and excited glint in his eyes, and the fruits of victory were in front of his eyes, and he was at his fingertips. "There is not a single member of the Wanyan tribe here, and all of them are killed." With a wave of his hand, he shouted fiercely at the Wanyan Patriarch, and with his order, several Wuhu tribe warriors rushed towards the Wanyan tribesmen with long knives in their hands. And the several white-clothed figures also showed fierce eyes, and the scimitar in their hands flashed, and they also rushed towards the crowd of the Wanyan tribe.

Soon a disparity in strength began, and the eyes of the Wanyan patriarch were torn, and he watched a person of the same clan fall in a pool of blood, and suddenly blood splattered up, staining the snow red. His majestic body couldn't stop trembling, his face flushed with resentment, he trembled and stretched out his finger to point at the smug smile of the Shuhu Yanjiang, he only felt as if there was something in his chest, but he couldn't say a word.

The mountain peak is not high, but in the eyes of the Wanyan Patriarch, it is higher than the sky, because they want to step over that peak and return to the Wanyan tribe's clan land, but it is so far away. The white snow no longer looked so dazzling in the eyes of the Wanyan Patriarch, because there were even more dazzling wisps of blood gushing out, and a living life was breathless in front of his eyes. His heart was like a volcano about to erupt, but he could only helplessly watch his people fall in a pool of blood one by one.