Chapter 350: March to the Julu Mountains!
A big battle.
Gu Han was covered with wounds, blood was dripping down, and his cultivation had been depleted too much. He was no longer in his peak state before, but the coldness on his body became more and more severe.
"Don't be afraid of him!"
"He was seriously injured and has little fighting power at all!"
The two barbarians looked at each other.
Take advantage of his illness!
Kill him!
Although it is unknown how Gu Han killed the extraordinary realm, just looking at his current state, you can know how much he paid, and it is the best time to kill him!
Boom!
Boom!
Thinking of this.
The two naturally would not hesitate.
The blood and qi in their bodies rose again, and they were going to kill Gu Han completely here!
As for the witch...
They had already made other arrangements in their hearts.
At this time.
Gu Han suddenly raised his head and glanced at them.
In an instant!
The two felt a chill on their bodies, as if they fell into an ice cellar, and even the circulation of blood and qi stopped for a moment.
"Kill."
Although the voice was very light.
But the murderous intent hidden inside was extremely heavy.
The words fell.
The long sword was raised and fell!
A blood-red sword light suddenly lit up and fell directly on a barbarian. Although the speed was far less than the previous extreme sword, it made him feel that he could not avoid it at all!
Killing sword.
With the killing intention as the guide.
Gu Han's killing intention was on him, so it was naturally difficult for him to avoid it!
Puff!
A light sound!
Blood was instantly spilled, and two parts of the body fell down instantly!
Damn!
Another barbarian was horrified.
Why!
The movement of this sword seemed far less than the previous one, but the killing power was so great...
Just thought of this.
The blood-red sword light came again!
The neck felt cold.
The vision turned upside down.
He saw Gu Han holding the witch, like a killing god, constantly breaking through the encirclement in the distance. Between the rise and fall of the sword, all the barbarians died, and they were not his opponents at all!
Boom!
Then.
The head fell to the ground.
His consciousness also completely sank.
He never understood until his death.
The so-called killing sword.
It is naturally driven by pure killing intent, which is more in line with the true meaning of killing sword.
A moment later.
There was no trace of Gu Han in the field.
Amidst the large amount of limbs and blood, the few barbarians who survived by chance stood in a daze in the field, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Their courage.
Has been completely killed by Gu Han!
Boom!
I don’t know how long it took.
With a burst of breaking air sound, more than ten blood-filled figures instantly fell in the field!
The leader.
It was Sangge!
The two sides went to war, so he naturally couldn't stay out of it. He took a group of masters from the tribe and rushed to the border to participate in the war. However, halfway through, he received an order to kill Gu Han. Without hesitation, he turned back!
Gu Han's record.
He knew it better than anyone else.
Even Yun Ao personally issued a kill order.
For him.
Killing Gu Han with his own hands.
The glory and status brought by it are much greater than killing thousands of Dayan border troops!
"Young clan leader."
Next to Sangge.
A big man glanced and frowned.
"We seem to be late."
"Tell me!"
Sangge looked at a frightened barbarian with a blank expression.
"What's wrong here?"
"He..."
The barbarian stammered and told the story again.
"What!"
The big man's pupils shrank.
"Even Tulu... died in his hands?"
He is the same as Tulu.
Both are in the extraordinary realm.
It's just that Tulu's strength is much stronger than his.
"Not surprising."
Gesang was not surprised.
"If someone who can kill Tuo Jun with the cultivation of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm easily dies in Tulu's hands, I will underestimate him."
"Young clan leader."
The big man thought for a while.
"We should find him as soon as possible. If someone else gets there first..."
Although there was a big battle on the front line.
But the tribes of the barbarians still assigned some people to search for Gu Han's traces everywhere. If they are lucky enough to find a loophole, the benefits they get are unimaginable.
"They?"
Gesang looked sarcastic.
"You have seen Tulu's end. Even if we find him, it is not certain who will kill whom!"
"A thousand years ago."
He glanced at the east.
"The ancestor died at the hands of Emperor Yan. From then on, the eight tribes of the barbarians became seven tribes. This is our shame! After this battle, regardless of success or failure, the pattern of the barbarians will inevitably change dramatically. At that time... it will be the best opportunity for our tribe to rise again and enter the Temple of War God again!"
The pattern of the barbarians.
Completely different from that of the Eastern Wilderness.
The Temple of War God has eight saintly elders, representing the eight largest clans of the barbarians. However, after the great elder, the ancestor of Sangge, was killed, the eight clans became seven clans.
Below them.
There are dozens of medium-sized tribes, and there are extraordinary people in the tribe.
Further down.
There are hundreds of small tribes.
And those barbarians at the bottom who don't even have tribes.
"Young tribe leader!"
A trace of excitement flashed in the eyes of the big man.
"With you here, we can definitely restore the glory of our tribe in the past!"
"No hurry."
Sangge took a deep breath.
"To revive our tribe, we are still missing one most crucial thing!"
"What!"
"Heads!"
Sangge narrowed his eyes.
"The head of that man called Gu Han is much more important than the heads of Tuojun!"
"Speak!"
The big man looked at the frightened barbarian again.
"Where did that man go!"
"No need to ask."
Sangge frowned and analyzed.
"The further east, the more barbarians there are. No matter how strong he is, he can't fight endlessly. Besides, he is seriously injured at this time and has a burden. The fewer barbarians, the safer it is for him..."
Suddenly.
His heart moved, as if he was in touch with the secret of heaven, and his eyes were cast far away.
"My intuition tells me!"
"He is in the Julu Mountains!"
At this moment.
It's not just him.
Countless barbarians who have been searching for Gu Han's traces, by coincidence or accident, rushed towards the direction of the Julu Mountains under the vast and unfathomable secret of heaven.
…
Border.
No barbarian dared to disobey Yun Ao's order. Barbarians rushed to the border in an endless stream, vowing to stop the advance of the Great Yan Border Army.
In the past wars.
The tribes of the barbarians adopted a rotation system.
Now, almost all of them are dispatched, and their strength is naturally several times stronger.
However.
With the support of dozens of masters from three families.
The Great Yan Border Army is actually better in terms of high-level combat power.
After all.
Although there are many barbarians.
But there are only a few extraordinary realms.
It is precisely because of these extra masters constantly rushing around the battlefield that the Great Yan Border Army can remain undefeated and even slowly advance forward.
In the battlefield below.
Shouts and roars are endless.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Bring my brother back!"
A corner of the battlefield.
Murong Yan's eyes were red, and she was wielding a wolf-toothed club with great vigor. Even the barbarians who were at a higher level than her didn't dare to confront her head-on.
Not far from her.
Shen Xuan was also injured, and he was concentrating on observing the movements of the surrounding barbarians.
He hesitated for a moment.
But he didn't take the Ningbi Pill.
Even if the alchemists were skilled in alchemy, the number of Ningbi Pills they could produce was limited. After fighting for so long, everyone had very few pills left. Unless they were seriously injured and couldn't wait any longer, no one would take them easily.
However.
The reduction in pills.
But it didn't reduce their fighting spirit at all.
Fight hard!
Kill the barbarians!
Bring Gu Han back from the Northern Territory!
Not only Murong Yan, this was also the obsession of every border soldier!
In another corner of the battlefield.
Xue Yu's face was pale, and his ten fingers were bloody, but the sound of the piano was still stable, never interrupted, and always brought that 10% combat power improvement to the border soldiers.
Not far away.
Yun Fan and Zhao Mengyou were covered in blood, and they were also fighting hard.
Further away.
Zuo Yang's knife was still very steady.
Yu Miao's jade needles still made the barbarians unable to defend themselves.
Even the head of the academy, Li Da, was chased to the point where he had no place to hide. With red eyes, he fought a barbarian who was half a step beyond the ordinary.
Suddenly!
A phoenix cry came from the distant sky!
