Vol 3 Chapter 540: Seems to have met ...

ps: Thanks for the reward of "shadow sniper".
Lei Lao and others knew that the tribe's reinforcements existed and killed hundreds of people not long ago, but they really didn't know that this place turned out to be the other difficult place.
After a quick rush, they were wondering how the two in front of Tang En suddenly disappeared, but suddenly there were many soldiers rushing to kill them near and far, and it was not good. But at this time they were too late to withdraw, and the road after the downhill was cut off and completely surrounded.
To make matters worse, because of the previous scattered hunting, they can't gather together in a strong breakout at all now, they can only fight on their own and have little vitality.
Of course, these people are masters. Therefore, even if it was the elite soldiers of various tribes, they would not think about solving them for a while. Here the tone of the war situation has also been set at the beginning as a war of attrition, which can be ignored in the short term.
However, listening to the shouting and killing in the ears, several caravan masters looked down at each other, still bowed down: "Head, this is too dangerous, we will protect you down the mountain first."
Shaking his head, Lan Sha squinted and looked at the southeast direction: "Not in a hurry, the war situation is not stable at the moment. It is a great place for commanding."
This is the truth, if counted according to the number of people, the army below the mountain is undoubtedly several times far away from Ana rebels. But don't forget that the soldiers here are assembled by many tribes, don't say tacit understanding between each other, there may even be gaps in the past. In this way, if you are not careful, it is not impossible for the opponent to win more by less.
The caravan masters were helpless, and after consulting, they had to send someone down to find all their companions, and sent hundreds of elite soldiers to build a solid defense line around this.
And just waiting here. Those previous caravan masters still stared at Tang En with poor eyes. Seems to be thinking about killing this Bran guy who blasphemed their Highness. In case there is bad news ...
Alas, look, I have the ability to bite me ... Grinning, Tang En glanced sideways, disdain. Immediately in the indignant surveillance eyes of several people, they went generously to the east to see the tragic situation of the master who had just chased them.
Of course, time is short. Tang En's wish was undoubtedly wishful thinking. The situation is still deadlocked ...
On the mountainside a few miles away, there are about seven or eight places with various colors of gas flowing endlessly, and the surrounding mountains and stones are shattered, and they are amazingly powerful.
Under the successive charge of elite soldiers of various tribes, those masters can naturally retreat step by step, but now they have not suffered any casualties. On the contrary, as long as the tribal soldiers entered the black gas range, they were immediately thrown out, some of them were body parts, and some were intact but rolled down the hillside all the way ...
Among them. What Tang En noticed at first glance was a man in a black robe, which is not to say how powerful he is. But his fighting style is clearly different from other Northern Wilderness masters.
As mentioned earlier, there is also vindictiveness and magic on the north side. However, for the sake of balance, the gods of the creation seemed to give Beihuang people a strong and perverted physique on the one hand, and on the other hand they took back some martial arts talents from them. Therefore, most Beihuang people have limited achievements in combat and magic, and their high-end force is obviously weaker than Bran. As a result, the Beihuang side simply took a different approach and derived another set of cultivation methods from various Warcrafts, and then there was a wild cult.
Regarding how the Northern Wild Masters practiced, Tang En was certainly not clear. He could see that during the battle, the Northern Wild Masters turned out all sorts of fierce Warcraft among the various materials that seemed to be fighting. For example, Andrei, when he released his power, what turned into black gas was a single-horned rhinoceros-like Warcraft.
The same is true of the many Northern Wild Masters nowadays, or lions or tigers, or snakes or eagles ... they all vary, among which the number of lions is the largest, which seems to be due to the same origin of the exercises, and about five or six people are mad to fight mad Lion, with his mouth torn and snapped, the power is not weaker than vindictive. One of the old white men has the highest strength. The lion he transformed into is also the most vivid and almost materialized.
It is precisely because of this that among them, the faint silver robe of the Heipao people has become the most eye-catching one. Yinmang didn't imitate any Warcraft. On the contrary, it was extremely pure, like ... vindictive?
Bran? A stunned god, Tang En reacted instantly, shaking his head and laughing. The preconceived think that the other party is the North Barbarians, but did not expect that this pure broken anger was originally Bran people.
This is not to say that no one in Beihuang has cultivated pure broken spirits, but that although this man in black robes can't see his face because of his clothes, from the perspective of his slender and thin body, there are really no five big and three rough models of barbarians.
Squinting, this strength ... preliminary? "Yeah." He pursed his lips, Tang En shook his head and secretly said that such a high strength still came to this place where the bird did not to be a traitor, but there was no future ... But Tang En thought immediately that if his identity was exposed, he might be in the cloth. Lan also had no place to hide, and couldn't help but feel confused.
Xia Wei'an should return to Bran soon, but she doesn't know her name and true appearance, but it is not a big problem ...
Thinking so mixedly, Tang En no longer focused on the man in black robes, looked around left and right, his palms lightly, a dagger made of pure blood appeared out of nowhere, but instantly collapsed and turned into Howling cold wind.
This is the ‘empty blood blade’ skill. Tang En has always been practicing with nothing. Although he did n’t succeed, it ’s a little bit of experience. It seems that the threshold is touched. Of course, it is difficult to say if it is an illusion ...
The battle situation did not change significantly in Tang En's watch. The masters were still strong and the soldiers were still attacking. If nothing else, the outcome will not be known until these masters are exhausted. However, the result is naturally won by the soldiers, that is, the length of time and the number of casualties paid here. This is the so-called martial arts no matter how high, but also afraid of kitchen knives. Reason to be singled out and beat down, group beat down.
However, in the blink of an eye, Tang En frowned slightly, and set his sight back on the black robe man again. It wasn't that Tang En was aware of what was wrong, but in the many battlefields, only the man in the black robe not only did not retreat among the surge soldiers, but instead silently advanced hundreds of meters here.
Honestly, this is not easy to do. Even the white old barbarian with the highest strength, in the roar again and again, just pushed forward more than a hundred meters, and is still being suppressed there.
After carefully observing Fan again, Tang En nodded thoughtfully. It turns out that although the strength of this black robe man is not the highest among the crowd, his fighting style is quite a coincidence. Unlike the old man and others, he fights against the opportunity by relying on a well-advanced body, and Most of them did not kill, but in this way, it made him easily move forward to this point.
Seeing this, Tang En couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, why don't you say that the Beihuang people are dead-headed, and the Bran people are smart. This is an example ... Uh? Or a broken arm hero ..."
After observing the key points, Tang En now realized that the man in black robes who could move freely seemed to have the same hands as ordinary people. But in fact, his bulging left sleeve was empty, but it was only supported by vindictiveness. There was no left arm at all ...
Alas, it looks like the Bran ... Yinmang is fighting ... Losing his left arm ...
Scratching and scratching his head, Tang En felt a familiar feeling that was similar to him, faint, but lingering. How is this going? Did I meet him? No, it's Beihuang ...
Just then ~ EbookFREE.me ~ kill! kill! Kill ... "Zhentian shouted a kill and the sound of a large-scale razor blade came from the mountain instantly, ringing through the sky.
In contemplation, Tang En frowned and looked up, and saw a crowd of people fighting in a dark place in the southeast direction of the mountain. Although he couldn't see clearly, the blood of his tragic blood suddenly rose to the sky and stirred the heart.
Needless to say, this is of course that more than 10,000 rebels have finally killed them. This Anna is also brave, or as extreme as Lan Lan expected!
The tribal reinforcements here entered the mountain on a large scale, and Anna knew that. And even if the news was not received for some special reasons, the sudden appearance of more than a dozen masters was too late to arrange an ambush, which means that Anna's scouts can certainly detect the situation here.
But even so, he still led the soldiers to charge here. Such a crazy move really makes people wonder if he is bursting with confidence or stupidly, causing a sudden short circuit in his brain ...
With this interruption, Tang En had no doubt felt a little weaker about the black robes' acquaintance. He shook his head, and the blood blades gathered in his hands again, and walked towards Lansha ...
………… (To be continued ...)