Ye Kui's face turned red and he stomped his feet hard and shouted:

"I haven't fought yet, how could I know I can't win? You're dead, what's the point of living?"

Ye Kui is an alternative to the deserted people. The deserted people who survive in cruel environments are the most stubborn. However, once they encounter disasters and famines, the first thing they abandon is the elderly, weak, women and children, leaving only the strongest men and women. Only in this way can they reproduce. However, Ye Kui values ​​feelings the most. He can cut into pieces to pieces for his bad people, but he ignores life and death, and the people he is close to, but he wishes he can go through fire and water.

Don’t believe what Uncle Cheng said about the danger. Ye Kui was like a black whirlwind. He reached the wall in just a few seconds. On the three-meter-wide wooden wall, dozens or hundreds of deserted warriors kept surging from below, making the wood moan, as if it was about to break in the next moment.

Ye Kui was like a train rushing at high speed, pushing piles of deserted soldiers down the wall more than three meters high, standing on the female wall with chest height, looking out.

At first glance, Ye Kui sneered, and his irritable eyes were about to spew out flames.

In the second look, Ye Kui was suspicious, his anger disappeared, as severe as ice.

The third eye, the sternness disappeared, only fear was left, the whole body was shaking slightly, and a bite of steel teeth creaked.

There were only hundreds of enemies, and even if they were all on all sides, there were only a thousand people. However, these thousand people had emerged from the momentum of ten thousand people. Each enemy had the same outfit and even had the same figure, just like a million incarnations. The weapons in their hands reflected thousands of light in the light, like thousands of silk floes surrounding them.

What I fear is not the number of enemies, but the power and speed contained in each enemy. They are like a group of enemies floating in the clouds. The stones of all sizes and sizes on the hillside cannot stop them. Shadows intersect each other and fly forward like ghosts. The first glance is still thirty meters away, and the next glance is ten meters away, just like a flash of shadows. The moment these people land, they disappear again.

Ye Kui, who is half-step, knows what it means. Ordinary people can never have such erratic speed. Only Gala has it, and must also be the speed-type Gala. The Ye Kui tribe was a wandering tribe and was best at choosing camps. The place they chose could never be broken by an enemy's attack. Countless large and small stones are rugged and difficult to move on. Many places have been transformed artificially, like a maze. Even a ten-fold army cannot be destroyed in an instant.

The obstacles that could block thousands of people from attacking were as if they were walking on flat ground at the feet of the enemy in front of him. At first, the enemy had issued an alarm that they had crossed most of the obstacles, less than a hundred meters away from them. In just a few minutes, these people seemed to be under silent command, standing on the sharp or smooth stones like demons, as if black tombstones surrounded the entire camp.

The crossbow can be activated at any time. The distance of 100 meters just allows the enemy to be within the range, and the scattered enemies are the best targets. The deserted soldiers waving their weapons and shouting loudly, waiting for Ye Kui to give the order, but the attack order was in Ye Kui's throat, but he could not yell out.

Ye Kui thinks he is very powerful. Even ordinary Xianfeng Gala may not be his opponent, so he is rebellious, crazy and irritable. But he is not a fool and will not blindly be reckless. Reckless people are short-lived, so he can survive until now.

The wall could only accommodate a small number of deserted warriors, most of which were crowded below, like a vegetable market, but there was no one around Ye Kui. He looked at the enemy standing a hundred meters away and his face was gloomy.

Before he could make a decision, a figure suddenly jumped out of the crowd, flashing a hundred meters away like a big bird. A big hand that was more than five meters high and stretched out an eagle-like claw to grab his facade. Half of the skin of the big hand was inlaid with silver-white metal. The silver metal was like an embedded hand bone, which floated on the back of the hand, and bent out a sharp eagle claw ten centimeters long along the fingers.

Before he could think too much, Ye Kui shouted loudly and clenched his right fist slammed over. The ripples brought by the fist wind seemed to crush the air and shocked the dangerous ripples. The direction of the fist wind was like a peak like an eagle. The peak spread its arms like an eagle, and the right hand that was holding the metal claws collided fiercely with the fist wind.

In the vibrating loud noise, the sharp claws that were refined after thousands of times collapsed from the sharp claw tips. The next moment, the entire eagle claw gloves were shattered, and Gao Feng's expression remained unchanged. All the cracked metal fragments were blown up before the fingers came into contact with the fist. The broken metal fragments formed a metal jet, covering the fist at full range.

"ha……"

Ye Kui shouted loudly, and the muscles of his elbows rolled towards his fist in a corrugated shape. Invisible fluctuations were generated again, just like infrasonic waves colliding with metal jets. The ripples that could destroy the air dissipate with the metal jets. The fist that had lost its ability only collided with its own strength and the peak of losing its weapons.

"Bang..." The fist hit Gao Feng's palm, and the huge force collided with Gao Feng's power far exceeding the ordinary Gala. During the earthquake, Ye Kui was shocked by the force of the recoil. Gao Feng's body gently flipped a circle in the recoil force and removed the force. Mei Feng raised his eyebrows, but he did not expect that the methods of this Gala were so outstanding. You must know that the ordinary Gala could not even get off for a round in his hands, even if it didn't take Qianjie Silk.

Gao Feng is here to fight, not to compete. The moment the flip fell to the ground, Qianjie silk flew out from his hair, a thought arises and dies, nearly five meters high in front of him, the wood wall arranged by the logs was like garlic shoots cut by a knife, breaking row by row. The first one broke was the top row, and then it was like collapsed building blocks. The huge five-meter-long logs fell off one after another, and at the same time, the surrounding logs were also divided into pieces and fall off.

Logs split into mass-long cylinders and scattered continuously. A huge hole appeared on the wall. Behind the hole was Ye Kui who fell to the ground and was about to stand up.

It is easy to kill Ye Kui. If a thousand robbery flashes by, Ye Kui's head will fly, but Gao Feng wants to control the entire tribe, and capture Ye Kui is the most direct way, and the greatest possibility of deterrence of other deserted warriors.

Seeing Ye Kui being injured, other deserted warriors roared, and dozens of guns were thrown down like raindrops. A figure flashed, and Gao Feng arrived in front of Ye Kui, and continued to stretch out his right hand like Ye Kui's face to grab it. Just as he stretched out his right hand, with a scream, the deserted warriors on the wall fell down like raindrops...
Chapter completed!