Baro Zuwu was a little breathless, he was too old, and although every blow was irresistible, he obviously couldn't sustain such an attack for too long.

With a bang, the spell stored in the jade talisman was released.

Baro Zuwu flashed the flames quickly, but was tossed to the ground by the air current.

The knights trampled towards him on their horses, and a woman who looked tall even in the witch clan stood in front of the Baro Witch with a sword in one hand and a stick in the other.

Then, the woman was thrown into the sky in pieces.

"Mother!" a half-grown boy rushed up angrily, knocking a war horse to death with a hammer, but his head was cut off with a knife.

Baro Zuwu stood up again with tears in his eyes, looked at a group of oncoming war horses, grabbed one leg of this group of war horses dexterously, and then stretched out his foot and kicked the other front leg of this group of war horses.

With a bang, the horse was overturned to the ground by him, and the knight on horseback broke his neck.

"Death. Out of the billowing smoke, a Terran man, wearing a hat, rushed towards this side with a long, narrow knife.

Burst!

Blood covered Barozu's eyes, and he quickly reached out to wipe the blood off his face.

The blood was spurted by a strong witch man, and one of his arms was missing, and that arm was lost on the walls of Handan City.

In the face of this wounded man who stood in the way, the Terran man had no mercy, and he jumped up with a knife.

The knife cut off the only remaining arm of the Wu warrior who was missing an arm, and slashed into his shoulder.

The tall Wu warrior shook his body and fell to his knees. Then he turned his head and looked at the Baro Ancestor with an ugly smile on his face.

The Terran man stepped on his chest, drew his long knife vigorously, and with a bang, the body of the Wu warrior fell to the ground.

"Who are you?"

"Ghost cry. The Terran man lifted his hat, and the light from his long narrow eyes frightened Barozumo.

"Ghost cry, hahaha......" Baroh Witch suddenly laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I know you. Baro Zuwu looked at the ghost and cried, and said with emotion: "The ancient snake witch almost died at your hands, but I can't forget you. ”

"Are you ready to die, then?"

"Of course...... No!" Barrowzu turned and ran, he was dying, but he couldn't die here, he was going to die in Tarzan.

Ghost Cry didn't expect this brave old man of the Wu clan to turn around and leave without saying a word, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Hahahaha...... You've been tricked, little Terran. ”

Baro Zuwu suddenly let out a wild laugh, and in front of him, a Rong man knelt on the ground, and his head was twisted off by a charred warrior. And around this warrior, there are more than a dozen men and women.

"Baro Ancestral Witch!" exclaimed the warrior.

"Kill him!" Baro Witch pointed back.

Without saying a word, the warrior picked up an axe and rushed towards the ghost with more than a dozen men and women.

Ghost cried and sneered, it was too naïve, did he think that some people would be able to block him?

Out of self-confidence, Ghost Cry naturally did not retreat, and took the initiative to drag the knife to meet it.

The warrior is tall and has long arms, plus an axe, and his attack range is far greater than that of Devil Cry, so naturally he attacks first.

But Devil Cry didn't defend it, and saw the right time to cut off the handle of the axe with a knife.

Half of it flew out, half of the axe handle remained in his hand, and the warrior was slightly dumbfounded.

Before he could react, Ghost Cry jumped up and stabbed him through the neck, knocking him to the ground like a hungry tiger pounced.

Baro Zuwu did not take the opportunity to escape, he held his hands on his knees and gasped for a moment, then he tore a strip of cloth from his body, picked up a stone from the ground, put the stone on the strip of cloth, pinched it with one hand, and spun it quickly.

This is a game that the Wics loved to play when they were young, both men and women, because their homes had almost nothing but ice and snow and the fur of wild beasts.

They played this little game of hunting with ice cubes and strips of fur, and around the village, they shot the occasional "critter".

It's been a long time since I've played a game like this, but Baro Zuwu is still proficient, he looks at the dozen or so people who are fighting together, moving his pace slightly, looking for an angle.

Devil Cry lowered his head and flashed a thrown stone, slashing a leg.

This leg was the leg of a witch elder, and he screamed, wiping his hand at the broken leg, and then, a bloody knife flew towards the ghost cry.

Avatar!

The thought in Ghost Cry's mind flashed, and the oncoming blood knife had a strong stench, obviously untouchable.

However, Devil Cry slammed into his chest with a fist, and the bloody knife shattered in front of his chest, and he split the elder's head with a single sword, and he took advantage of it at this time, with the armor to protect him.

And at that moment, a stone passed through the gap of several people and hit Devil Cry's knee.

A stone is too insidious, and the angle is too tricky, so that Devil Cry didn't notice it in the first place.

His knees shattered, and the ghost cried and fell to his knees. He looked at the Baro Ancestor Witch angrily and roared, "Old thief!"

Witch Barrow's Witch glanced at Ghost Cry and turned his head to disappear into the dust, and the others rushed over, their weapons raised above their heads.

Rumble!

A hammer slammed into the ground where Ghost Cry had just been, and Ghost Cry rolled on the ground and kicked an ugly woman to her knees, and then a carp jumped up and cut off half of the woman's neck.

Ghost Cry jumped on one foot, dodged two more attacks, and swung a knife, and a blind one-eye witch warrior crossed his arm and screamed.

An axe was hit in the back, and the stone axe shattered, and the half-grown boy stared blankly at the axe with only the handle left, and was cut down by the ghost cry who turned around.

The figures staggered, and the ghost cried and fell and stood up. And his enemies, once they fall, will never be able to stand up.

The victor was a ghost crying, and he had a few new wounds on his body, and he was panting for breath with a long knife.

He gave himself a knife, got up again, and chased the footprints of the Baro Ancestral Witch. He had a hunch that this was a big fish, and as long as he died, the Wu clan would definitely suffer heavy losses.

However, before he could find anyone, he encountered another group of people who were in a mess. The two sides came and went, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Ghost Cry rushed in, and without saying a word, he first hacked a Wu clan to death with a single sword, and then stood side by side with the others, covering each other and fighting hard.

While he was fighting, Ghost Cry heard a series of horses' hooves. As long as it is the sound of horses' hooves, it must be the same as a human race.

However, as soon as he relaxed, he instantly became nervous again. Because the ripples under his feet tell him that there are many horses.

The two sides stopped fighting, and stared blankly in the direction from which the sound of horses' hooves came.

A group of knights came into view, and because of the sand and dust in the sky, it was impossible to see how many people there were, and there were already more than a dozen of them.

It was as if a storm had crossed the battlefield and ravaged the entire battlefield.

Rumble!

The knights slammed into each other fiercely, and most of the Witch and a small number of Terrans were involved, and Devil Cry was one of them.

"......"

The ghost didn't even have time to scold, but he felt a burst of clouds and fog, and the whole person flew into the sky. Flying with him were his companions who had just fought alongside him.

The next moment, it was dark in front of me, and the ghost cried and didn't know anything.