Gao Feng instantly discovered the changes in the shadows around him, just like the road before the shell exploded in the battlefield in memory. The saber he threw out stabbed the crotch of the Poison Man, and it was only one minute before piercing the Poison Man's dick. Looking at the hilt of the Saber on the crotch, the Poison Man let out a miserable scream.

People with poisonous intestines are also men. Men will value everything in their crotch. This is the instinct of male creatures, so they are scared by the severe pain and lose their calmness.

"Kill him..." Needless to say, the remaining slaves and accompanying servants rushed towards him with fangs and swords.

Seeing that the poisonous intestine was about to be dismembered, the space between the crowd and the poisonous intestine changed, like torn paper, creating a sudden split, but another poisonous intestine created a visual hallucination with a noose suspended in the air and covered his companions with shadows.

The injured poisonous intestinal man stretched out his trembling left hand to touch his crotch. After he touched the bulging thing, he showed a trace of lost surprise regardless of the severe pain of the injury. But then he became ferocious and roared, and pulled out the hilt with his right hand.

Tragedy.

The serrated saber has the ability to expand the wound. The poisonous intestine changes his face from a Sichuan opera. In an instant, it turns from hideous and ferocious to extremely painful but has an extremely depressing expression that cannot be vented, just like a chrysanthemum being violently cracked by objects above the caliber.

"Yeah!!!!" A severely deformed scream squeezed out from his throat. Next to the sabre with blood was a piece of black and black thing, and his lower body broke a big hole in the bull's eye, like a water pump, thrusting blood outwards.

The words fell to the ground, mixed with dust and sand, and the blood spurted out into a large circle on the ground. The poisonous intestine slowly raised his right hand, looked at the serrated serrations, and let out a more shrill wail, throwing away the sword, holding his crotch and jumping around. Another poisonous intestine suddenly appeared beside him, grabbed his neck and dragged it into the darkness, and only the extremely shrill wail sounded.

The poisonous intestines are good at Yin people. This method of hiding in the dark and watching others die in fear is their greatest pleasure. However, under the overreaction of the peak, stabbing the poisonous intestines is a miracle. You must know that any poisonous intestines can kill a team of tribal warriors alone at night.

No matter what the saber cut off, Gao Feng picked it up and shouted to everyone in surprise: "Go away quickly, it's too late..."

"Hmph, it's too late..." The extremely uncooperative Erzha stood up from the ground, grabbed the fanged knife and rushed towards the deserted warrior with a surprised expression.

"There are all sides..." Others shouted, around them, there were soldiers everywhere in the desert, some people found them, some did not, just checking whether their tents were on fire.

"Come with me..." Gao Feng rushed towards the opposite direction of the disappearance of the poisonous intestine man without saying a word. He had just rushed over a tent and collided with a deserted warrior. When he separated, the deserted warrior's heart was spurted with blood, and Gao Feng passed by him and stabbed the sword into the waist of another deserted warrior.

The kidneys are the key to men. Although they are not fatal, they will lose their combat effectiveness. Gao Feng no longer pursues the lethality of killing one blow. Wherever he passes, he will use a knife whenever he has the chance. Under his almost despicable cold knife, one by one, a group of deserted warriors fell to the ground and wailed.

In fact, Gao Feng also wanted to kill these deserted warriors. On this dark and chaotic night, the wailed deserters would reveal their position, but due to the delay of the poisonous intestinal people, the deserters finally restored order while returning to the rescue. It can be said that the tribal warriors now have no chance to win the chance, and they can't even get a draw.

Gao Feng had no other ideas and just wanted to save his life, so he had to leave as quickly as possible. Originally, he had seventeen people, plus eighteen people in the second claws, and lost two, and there were sixteen left. His biggest wish was that these sixteen people could run out intact.

In fact, it is not easy to do this. The tribe of the three thousand people is too large. It was easy for them to break through the tribe, but it was not so easy to escape. You would never imagine whether the warriors who met in the next turn were one or a bunch of warriors. If the number of people exceeded five, it would be a fatal danger to their actions. If the pause was a little bit, they would be besieged by other warriors who were called.

Gao Feng kept rushing in front, and the tents in the complex tribe were messy, which was most suitable for short-term troops. His grappling and military stalkers were the most suitable, but he had been injured before. Later, there was enough time to rest in some movements, even the Iron Man would be tired.

During the violent running, Gao Feng felt that his breathing was not smooth, but compared to the few people behind him, except for the second claw, the others were not as good as him.

Finally, Gao Feng rushed out without a single momentum. The direction they chose was not good. There were dozens of women, Kinu and a few deserted soldiers in front of him to put out the fire. He made a mistake and thought that the fire would be even more chaotic, but he did not expect that this was the deserted people's home. When they saw that their home caught fire, the first thing that the deserted people thought of was to save their home.

As a last resort, Gao Feng and the people around him were forced into a huge tent. As long as they didn't go out, they would not be discovered for the time being.

The tent was not a living room for the deserted man, but a warehouse full of rattan boxes. The frame was not flour or animal skin, but some white and red natural paint. Obviously, this was a dressing room for the deserted man.

The screams and running of the deserted people became increasingly dense around the tent, making everyone blocked in the tent feel more anxious.

Gao Feng squatted at the entrance of the tent and looked out carefully. He slowly climbed to Gao Feng and asked in a low voice, "Can you run out?"

This sentence is also the voice of everyone, and I couldn't help but gather towards the peak.

"I can't run away. There are at least three or four hundred people in this area, all women and cheons, and some children..."

"Kill out and kill when you see someone..." A cold and stern word came from behind, and I don't know if it was a servant or a slave.

"No, we only have such a few people. They reacted and we were the ones who died." Gao Feng used another reason to convince others. In fact, it was just right to fight out now. These people were attracted by the flames. They were all focused on putting out the fire. They were caught off guard. They would panic again, even if there were only fifteen people around them, they could easily fight out.

Gao Feng has been observing. The deserted warriors that he could have seen before are no longer here and should have been summoned to a place where there are tribal warriors, so now is the opportunity.

But Gao Feng did not want to massacre these women and children. He was a warrior who had experienced blood and fire, but he also had his own bottom line, so he deceived his companions behind him, just like he deceived them to achieve those strategic goals at the beginning.

Gao Feng was able to lead them to this day, not relying on his prestige or record, but deceiving them one by one, using deception reasons to achieve their goals. At the beginning, Gao Feng didn't think too much, but now, more than a dozen people handed over their lives to him, but for the sake of the bottom line in their hearts, Gao Feng was also a little helpless.

Huoya didn't know what Gao Feng was thinking, and said angrily: "But when will we hide? Many people in the desert have been washed away by the paint, and they will definitely come in to re-draw bones, these sticks..."

The words of Kuoya are like a mountain pressing on everyone's hearts. The deserted people attach great importance to the totem on their bodies and specially set up a warehouse to install these paints. The words of Kuoya are likely to come true. At that time, the soldiers of the entire tribe of Wusi will come back.

Gao Feng was draped in his mind by a thunder. He looked at Kuoya in a daze, then looked at the piles of rattan frames, suddenly jumped up, and shouted: "There is a way..."
Chapter completed!