Conflict among nations: I am a tyrant

Qin Tian rushed down the mountain according to his plan and killed the army of fierce slaves.

"Kill it out, go back to Daqian

!" "Fierce slave, we will come back sooner or later

!" "Remember us, we will kill back!" Qin

Tian and they roared wildly. It was a word to hide the enemy, to make the Slavers think they were leaving for a surprise attack.

Although the number of murderous slaves was large, they did not set up a large village, and the personnel were also chaotic, and they were killed and injured, which could not stop Qin Tian and others.

In the midst of the wind and snow, Qin Tian and the Shura cheetah rushed out and disappeared into the night.

Some of the ferocious slaves wanted to chase them, but others shouted, "What are you chasing?" Let them go, their belongings are all in the mountains.

The other fierce slaves suddenly thought: Yes, the money and women are all on the mountain, these Chinese soldiers are gone, they can just go up the mountain and grab a big game.

"Kill!"

"Oh ......"

the fierce slave man roared and patted his horse up the hill.

The snow is even bigger, covering the sky, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are covered in the snow.

The mountain winds were stronger, the ferocious slaves were killed, and everything became terrible.

On the mountain, there are only a few fires. People huddled together, as if they were afraid to speak. This made the fierce slaves extremely proud, and they felt that the Chinese people had abandoned the weak women.

"Haha...... The Chinese are so cowardly!" "

Men dare not protect women!" "Soldiers dare not protect property!" The

fierce slave screamed wildly, and killed halfway up the mountain.

The snow was heavier and overwhelming. More than a foot of snow had fallen on the ground, and the new snow was so fluffy that the horses' hooves would sink into it.

There was still no sound on the mountain. From afar, all you can see is a woman sitting by the fire, her eyes full of fear. The fierce slaves were extremely proud of this fear, and they shouted wildly, the women of Huaxia, tender! The

snow was heavier, the wind was even faster, and in the blink of an eye, more than three feet of snow fell, and the portraits could be seen clearly in the wind and snow, and the fierce slaves did not care about anything, but only rushed to the mountains to grab things.

At the top of the mountain, Shan Xiongxin stood up abruptly and shouted, "Push down together, kill all the murderous slaves!"

All the people ran out together and pushed down the rolling wood and boulder in their hands.

Gurgling ......

Many rolling logs and boulders go down the mountain together, the mountains are full of fresh snow, and the stones and trees become larger and larger instantly, becoming a big snowball, under the action of gravity, the snowball will get bigger and bigger, and the faster it rolls, and the bigger and bigger.

"What? What is that?"

"Snow

!" "Go back!"

the fierce slave in front of him shouted. But the wind and snow were so strong that no sound could be heard from behind.

Bang!

Bang!

Countless ferocious slaves were knocked over on their backs and died under the snowball.

The snowball knocked down the Rogue, but it didn't stop, and then rolled down.

On the mountain, the Huaxia people pushed the rolling wood and cobblestone again.

Thousands of snowballs rolled down, shaking the valley like thunder in the sky.

The

snowball got bigger and heavier, and one snowball was the size of a house.

The fierce slaves are stupid, they want to set up the horse's head, but the snow is extremely slippery, it is difficult to turn around, and the fierce slaves in the rear team are still rushing upward, and the formation is also chaotic.

The huge snowball is like the will of heaven, it has no life, and it does not know the warmth and coldness of the world, but only knows how to rush downward. They rammed at the slaves, crushing everything.

On the mountain, Xu Xiake stood up, looked at the sky, and said loudly: "At this time

, the snow is getting smaller, and the sky is getting clearer!" As soon as these words came out, the wind and snow were really smaller, and the clouds in the sky faded a lot.

The fierce slave army was even more afraid, and they felt that the Chinese people were protected by the gods. The slaves also believed in God, they believed in shamanism, they believed in spirits. Now Lei Xue actually listened to the Chinese people, which shows that the Chinese people are helped.

"Go back

!" "These Chinese people are very strange

!" "The mountain god won't let us hurt them!" "

The ferocious slave roared angrily, trying to run. But they couldn't outrun the huge snowball, only to be killed and knocked flying.

On the mountain, Shan Xiongxin led the crowd to rush out, most of his subordinates are green forest heroes, and their combat effectiveness may not be top-notch, but their lives are first-class. These people scrambled to be the first, and rushed out like wolves.

Yan Yun rode out on a flying horse, controlled the big bow, and shot the murderous slave soldiers.

The Fierce Slaves were defeated, and they thought they had met the gods. More than 30,000 people from the Commander of the Fierce Slave Left Department were scattered together. Over the years, the fierce slaves have been rampant on the grassland, and they have only been dispersed three times, once when they encountered the main Mongolian force, once when they met King Zhao Wuling, and once on this night.

On this night, the army of fierce slaves felt that they had met a god and did not dare to fight anymore.

The

snowball rushed down the mountain, crushed countless fierce slaves and horses, and rushed far away before stopping. At this time, the snowball was already the size of a pavilion, and the centaurs were just ants in front of it, and the fierce slave soldiers were crushed into a pool of blood, and soon froze into ice.

On the mountain, Shan Xiongxin and others killed him. They are all heroes of the green forest, warriors among people, and when they got this opportunity, they even rushed with their lives, killing and slashing loudly.

Yanyun's eighteen horsemen were even more like the dark mountain wind, wielding scimitars and slashing and killing the murderous slaves.

The ferocious slaves were defeated and tried to escape, but they saw an army coming and killing them. This is none other than Qin Tian, the lord of the Great Qianguo.

Qin Tian and the others didn't really leave, but hid in the distance, saw the signal on the mountain, and killed them together.

The fierce slaves have been defeated, and they no longer have the fighting spirit, and they are all discouraged when they see that the prince who can fight has come back to kill.

On this snowy night, note that it was when the Fierce Slave Left Stride Governor's Department was in ruins.

"Qin Tian, the lord of the Great Qianguo, is here! You don't want to escape!" Qin Tian said and waved his spear and killed him, and wherever the spear fell, the fierce slaves and horses were all shattered.

Horror

! The ferocious slaves felt fear! They felt that Qin Tian was a terrifying king, a terrifying god. They just want to run, and they don't have the courage anymore.

In the melee, Qin Tianzheng encountered the fierce slave Captain Zuo, who was more than nine feet tall and grew up on a horse since he was a child, and was extremely fierce. Even so, he didn't dare to fight hard with Qin Tian.

"You guys, stop him!" shouted Lieutenant Zuo.

Dozens of fierce slave soldiers rushed up, trying to block Qin Tian. Qin Tian swung the demon spear and stabbed the fierce slave soldiers one after another.

Grand Lieutenant Left got his chance and turned around to run. Qin Tian shouted angrily: "Evil thief, today is your death!" As he spoke, Qin Tian pulled out the Tyrant's Blade and slashed it over.

Whew! The

Tyrant's Blade swirled in the wind like a great blood millstone.

Several of the fierce slave soldiers who stood in the middle were killed, but the Tyrant's Blade still didn't stop and flew towards Captain Zuo.

The Tyrant's Blade, the first divine soldier of all nations, has fused the blood soul and become more sharp and domineering. Qin Tian had the strength to rival the gods, and this blow was enough to sweep away a thousand armies.

Poof!

Grand Lieutenant Zuo was struck in half, but the blood grinding disc still didn't stop, flew out, and killed two more fierce slave soldiers, before falling to the ground and spun around.

Qin Tian struck, terrifying, and everyone was terrified, and since then there has been a legend about Qin Tian among the fierce slaves.

Captain Zuo was killed, and the murderous slaves were even more leaderless, scattering and fleeing for their lives. Qin Tian led the army to chase and kill for more than ten miles, and killed the fierce slave Yang Mafan.

In this battle, more than 20,000 murderous slaves were killed, and countless horses, arrows, and armor were snatched.