When a deserted warrior who knows discipline and cooperates on the battlefield, his combat power has more than doubled. He has seen a bloody warrior. Even if the individual soldiers are not as powerful as the tribal warriors, the combat power of the group is enough to compete with double the enemy.

It is terrible to form a whole battle formation. With Gao Feng as the sharpest blade, it is a big sword that can split a stone.

After Gao Feng and his subordinates rushed into the crowd, the tribal warriors who were chasing women, children and Kinu were instantly destroyed like snow from boiling water. One by one, one of them fell to the ground, looking at the sky without any god. In front of them, more companions were defeated under the rapid impact.

No one can block Gao Feng's attack. Since his decisive battle with the terrifying God of Death, his left hand absorbed the essence extracted from the terrifying God of Death's blood. Gao Feng's physical fitness has been constantly changing. This change is slow and firm, which greatly improves his endurance, strength, speed, and reaction time without realizing it. If the previous battle was only suitable for small terrain due to physical reasons, he already had the power to charge head-on.

The Death Scimitar is his cheating on the battlefield. Tools are only the only way to kill the enemy is to win, so Gao Feng does not care whether the enemy's weapons are captured at all. The blade flashes by, and the fangs and beast bones and maces of different ages and bones are broken one after another, and the opponent's head and body are broken.

During Gao Feng's killing, the ground arm warrior gave up chasing women and children, gathered in one direction, not intending to escape, but was preparing to accumulate enough troops to give Gao Feng and others a fatal blow.

The crowd of people ran around, screams and cries resounded continuously, and the crazy killing was the most charming eyes, but Gao Feng was always calm as before. He immediately discovered the intention of the tribal warriors, and roared again, abandoned the more than a dozen fleeing tribal warriors in front of him, and led his pro-slaves to attack the gathering ground of the ground arm warriors.

'The quickest way to destroy the enemy is to destroy their psychological defenses.' Gao Feng always kept this sentence in mind, but he didn't know who said it, but he did.

Dozens of tribal warriors have gathered there, and dozens of tribal warriors are gathering there. Once they are in a group, they may not be able to eat Gao Feng.

If it was the peak of the past, he would rather retreat than eat this hard knot. If he wanted to destroy these people, his subordinates would definitely suffer a lot. However, after he really came over the killing field of the tribal battlefield, Gao Feng sensitively discovered that the new battlefield situation was definitely different from the battlefield in his memory. There was no depth here, no support firepower, and the only way to continue to win was to destroy the enemy's strongest fortress head-on.

Gao Feng's actions were not sat on the side. On the contrary, they became even more irritable. They killed just fifty-one of them, making the warriors of the Earth Arm Tribe who had achieved a brilliant victory so they took the initiative to attack. Before everyone could gather, they went out.

Both sides were like herds of wild bison, roaring heart-wrenchingly, shouting and killing, and rushing towards the opposite side. The two small teams combined less than a hundred people, but they rushed out of the momentum of thousands of troops.

Gao Feng was running at high speed, his eyes always glanced at the crowd opposite him, filtering out doubtful targets. He knew that if the warriors of the Earth Arm Tribe could gather spontaneously, there would definitely be someone with the highest prestige, at least to be respected by others. In other words, as long as he killed this person, the opportunity for victory would be grasped.

There are fifty-one identical people on this side of Gaofeng, with red sand all over his body. Even if he runs, it is not easy to distinguish them from the big area in the distance. The weapons in their hands are messy and complicated, so it is impossible to quickly find the leader. Compared with the Death Scimitar, the length and style of the Fang Knife is more fierce, so Gaofeng is naturally filtered by the other party.

Just as they intersected, Gao Feng suddenly roared, and his sharp eyes locked in the middle of the team. The only difference between a tribal warrior who seemed to be the most scars and was that he had a necklace of horns hanging around his neck. The ability to use precious horns as decorations can only mean that he is a rich man.

The rich man was wearing a set of exquisite leather armor, with horns inlaid on his heart, abdomen, chest, and waist, almost blocking all the vital points of his body. The fanged knife in his hand was also the latest color. In the eyes of the wilderness who had never seen the world, this guy was fat and oily.

Elder Jacob was the leader in charge of the rear. At this moment, he was already breathing a little while on the charge. After all, he was a little old and was not very physically strong. As an elder, he didn't need to rush to the front line, so at this time, his heart was also breathless.

At this moment, there were sixty tribal warriors in his team, and there were only fifty-one attackers on the other side. The number of his side was ten more than the other side, but it still made him uneasy. He felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. He couldn't help but slow down, let the people around him rush over and land at the end.

The great elder Jacob followed the principle of safety first and tried to show himself as ordinary as possible, but forgot that the slutty leather armor made him look like a big white goose in a flock of chickens, so clear and so eye-catching.

The collision occurred instantly, and the first group of attackers suffered heavy casualties. They were either divided into two by the fanged knife or stabbed by a spear. The spear that grabbed the abdomen fell down wailingly.

The next moment, shields squeezed up one by one, forming a wall that blocked the tribe warriors from the outside, and landed at the other side like raindrops. Screamed in the crowd, and the blood blew up on the short neck, and was blown by the hot wind, evenly falling on the face. The blood people burst out with the most primitive instincts, biting and fighting each other.

The Death Scimitar in Gao Feng's hand cut off the weapons of four people in a row, but was blocked by a dark steel rod. The tribal warrior holding the rebar was muscular, huge in size, and much stronger than his companions, just like the powerful desert warrior that Gao Feng killed in the desert tribe.

The weight of rebar is much heavier than the hollow beast bone mace inside. It may not be waving it a few times when it falls into the hands of ordinary people, but in this guy's hand, it is as easy as a long whip. Gao Feng continuously blocked the iron rod that hit him, but he felt that the muscles in his arms were about to be cracked and the tiger's mouth had lost consciousness.

The screams, fighting sounds, and the collision of weapons around him were like howlings urging Gao Feng, but the great elder Jacob, who he was about to kill, was hiding behind this stout warrior and could not break through for a while, which made Gao Feng anxious.

Every minute and every second, the ground arm warriors scattered around are gathering here. If they cannot break through, they will only get worse and worse. They will face the problem of having to retreat. After a period of retreat, the morale of the pro-slaves will definitely drop to the bottom, and at that time it will be a great defeat, so he cannot lose.

With a shout, Gao Feng suddenly leaned back, and the iron rod that had swept to his face was pulled out like a whip after the tense right foot, and kicked it hard under the armpits of the armpits that were rubbing against the tip of his nose, making the strong man unable to hold the iron rod and flew out.

The peak that had straightened his body rushed forward, and the scimitar in his hand slashed down like an electric shock. Under the blade, the strong man couldn't help but stretch out his wrist to block it. On his wrist, the sparse corners formed an abstract pattern, but it was his last trump card.

Gao Feng did not change direction, but just slashed down with one knife. The next moment, the corners and wrists evenly cracked. The painful expression on the strong man's face had not yet surged, and the ferocious expression on the ugly face had not yet turned into astonishment. Another death scimitar brought a shadow and smeared it from his neck. The next moment, all the movements of the great man stopped.

Jacob, hiding behind the strong man, could not see the scene of Gaofeng killing the big man. Seeing the iron rod that was slightly famous in the tribe flew, Elder Jacob wanted to move in the direction, but when he moved, a figure flashed past the staggering strong man, and waved a knife and cut off his head.

If Elder Jacob really wanted to fight, he would not be so unbearable. It was precisely because he wanted to find a safe place and did not put his mind on the battlefield that the accident happened to be caught off guard. He was beheaded by someone who had been through many battles.

The flying head was pierced by a sharp scimitar. Gao Feng held the Great Elder's head and died with his eyes open and let out a roar like a show-off. With the roar, the entire battlefield became dull. The next moment, in the scream, the strong man who had been wiped with Gao Feng's neck fell down and instantly lost the Great Elder and the most powerful tribal warriors. The remaining tribal warriors didn't know how to fight.

Gao Feng, who had shaken off the head, waved the blades that sputtered blood, rushed towards the remaining tribal warriors. After the tribal warriors subconsciously raised their swords and were divided into two by the swords, the psychological defense of the warriors of the Earth Arm Tribal warriors was penetrated. In their hearts, Gao Feng Feng, who killed the powerful warriors and Elder Jacob, was the extremely powerful enemy and their invincible opponents, which made them frightened and frightened.

As the screams were heard, tribal warriors turned around and ran down the mountain. The tribal warriors running towards this side in the distance also disintegrated and fled to their large forces one after another.

The slaves were fighting so much that they were stunned and unbelievable. Then they cheered and wanted to rush down to chase, but were stopped by Gao Feng...

The scattered corpses were piled up in a small area. Standing on the peak in the middle of the corpse, looking up at the dark sky. The night was approaching, and the daytime war could only end here. The slaves were not iron men. If they continued to fight, they would eventually exhaust their physical strength and reveal flaws.
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