I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 107 The sun is really hot!

There are many high-level monks in the tribe like the Rashan tribe.

But after losing the protection of the powerful Dharma Realm and the real Yuanshen, the so-called high-level monks are nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered.

After killing three Tianmen Realm great masters in succession, Han Shao's already powerful aura finally boiled over.

Han Shao was already familiar with the terrifying true gang energy that surged and rolled in battle.

Still couldn't help but let out a roar.

"cut!"

Han Shao, who was riding forward, poured all the true energy in his body into the Ya Can in his hand.

Then, they hit the remaining forces of the Rashan tribe in front of them, which were defeated.

boom--

The violent Zhen Gang Yuan Power, accompanied by the bright Dao Gang, swept across and wreaked havoc.

In the dazzling light, countless figures were shattered and thrown away.

The huge amount of blood that burst out of the body instantly evaporated into mist under the influence of this terrifying force.

The ninth level of Tianmen Zhengang Realm!
to make!
Feeling the true energy that had been emptied out of the body, it quickly recovered and became stronger and more vast.

Han Shao, who had experienced it too many times, couldn't say he was happy at this time.

"Breakthrough?"

Listening to Gongsun Xinyi's concerned words, Han Shao nodded slightly.

Gongsun Xinyi, who had witnessed with his own eyes his step-by-step transformation from a mere pawn to what he is today, was a little lost.

Just when she gathered her mood and prepared to continue charging with Han Shao.

But Han Shao suddenly raised his hand and signaled.

"Everyone stop."

The clear sound transmission allowed the three hundred soldiers trapped in the formation to hear clearly.

There is no chaos, only orders and prohibitions that seem to be one.

Han Shao looked at the bloody area in front of him with indifferent eyes and stopped looking at it.

Instead, he slowly lowered his eyes and carefully felt the true power in his body.

By the time he reaches this level, he has already become subtle.

With a quick glance, I felt something was wrong.

His True Gang attribute has changed!
With a thought in his mind, Han Shao gathered the alienated true power in his palm.

Look at the touch of gold flowing out of it, and the terrifying high temperature contained in it.

Han Shao thought about it for a while and then he realized it.

It's the Golden Crow!
After devouring the peak of the Dharma Realm, the nine golden crows suddenly solidified and became powerful, not only quietly changing his true attributes.

It has even begun to infect his soul!

Looking at his soul enveloped by nine golden flames, Han Shao frowned and then quickly let go.

Because he discovered that the nine seemingly domineering and terrifying golden flames could at most leave a mark on the soul clothes left behind by his predecessor.

However, the natal soul wrapped in the soul clothing was not affected at all.

I felt relieved immediately.

"what happened?"

Hearing Gongsun Xinyi's worried words, Han Shao smiled lightly.

"It's a good thing."

With that said, he directly displayed his alienated Zhen Gang Yuan Power in front of Gongsun Xinyi.

Gongsun Xinyi was still confused at first, but soon she, who was always cold and cold, opened her eyes wide and exclaimed.

"The sun is on fire!"

Although the ray of real fire in it does not seem to be powerful at this time.

But as a divine fire that only exists in legends now, its power is enough to shock Gongsun Xinyi.

Why was Gongsun Xinyi able to recognize the golden light in his true aura in such a short period of time?

Han Shao was not surprised either.

After all, aristocratic families monopolize more than mere cultivation resources.

What's more, it's a monopoly on knowledge.

Those ancient classics that have been passed down to this day even since ancient times.

It is enough to allow them to have a broad vision in practice that ordinary monks cannot reach, and a cognition that is far beyond ordinary people.

This is the real secret of their rapid progress in practice.

After sighing like this, Han Shao stopped thinking about it.

Because as long as Gongsun Xinyi is here, he will also be the beneficiary.

Well, as a vested interest in the future, he really cannot betray his own class...

After turning over his hand, he took back the Zhen Gang Yuan Power which contained terrifying power in his palm.

Han Shao suddenly had a thought.

Then he directly drew out a weak trace of Zhen Gang Yuan Power, waved it and struck it into Wu Zhui who was sitting down.

Listening to Wu Zhui's painful screams, Han Shao summoned the power of his soul and tried his best to comfort him.

While observing its changes carefully.

Wait until the faint trace of true energy containing the sun's true fire takes root in Wu Zui's body and turns into a weak fire.

Han Shao finally let out a hearty laugh.

It works!

At this moment, Han Shao felt like a genius!
Because if you can raise horses, does that mean you can also raise people?

Not only can it support people!
And it can...

With this in mind, Han Shao waved his hand again and captured an ownerless war horse from the front.

A weak Zhen Gang Yuan force was driven into it.

Then with a thought, he saw the war horse burned into a pile of ashes by the instantaneous explosion of fire.

Gongsun Xinyi, who also saw this scene, was shocked and understood a lot in an instant.

Just when he was about to say something but stopped, he saw that Han Shao had already waved his hand to scatter the ashes of the burned war horse invisible.

Then Wu Zhui sat down and continued to lead the way, leading the soldiers behind him to charge forward.

……

This day of Rashan is destined to be a day full of death.

Under the bloody killings of those terrifying Yong people, the warriors in the clan fell from batch to batch, one by one.

Until the end, only sporadic existence remained, and it was impossible to escape or hide.

He could only rush forward with his machete in despair, and then face death in despair.Tianmen, innate, acquired...

The powerful force that used to be the intimidation of the tribes in the four directions of the Rashan tribe was indistinguishable in front of those terrifying Yong people.

Because whether it is a tiger or a wolf, when they are all paper.

In essence they are all the same.

During this period, they didn't think about leaving everything behind and running away.

But before they could get very far, they were blocked by invisible barriers everywhere.

Let them chop with their swords, and even drive their horses to collide.

It's just a field set up by a seventh-level martial arts true immortal. How can it be destroyed by ordinary people like them?

"God of Immortality! Save your people!"

Facing the Lashan Department, which had turned into a desperate situation at this time, some people burst into tears.

Praying hard to the immortal heaven they believe in.

Some people kowtowed to the Yong cavalry who were slowly coming forward behind them, begging for mercy.

There is no trace of the dignity and glory of the great tribes of the past.

It's a pity that the former's eternal life is so high up in the sky, how can he pay attention to the prayers of these untouchables who are humbled in the dust?

And the latter, after slaughtering the warriors in the clan, gradually put away the long knife in his hand.

But under the nod of the leader Yong General.

The young men of the same race, who had never had any presence before, slowly drew out the scimitars from their waists.

Looking at the eyes of those young people, they were even more ferocious and ferocious than those Yong people.

The eyes of the surviving Lashan tribe members were horrified and somewhat difficult to understand.

"We are... the same race!"

Listening to the sobs and pleas of the Rashan tribe, the young men of the same race suddenly laughed.

"Who the hell is the same race as you?"

You are the Rashan Department.

We are the Qingyan tribe, the Qingli tribe, the Temu tribe...

Everyone has different names, how can they be considered the same clan?
What's more, even if they are members of the same clan in the past, so what?
We are no longer the little wild dogs we used to be.

The master gave them a nice name, Guiyi Camp!

Dayong returns to Yiying!
During a burst of laughter, the young men holding scimitars opened their mouths and spat at the people of the Rashan tribe.

Then he said in a hateful voice.

"Same clan? When the Qin clan warriors forced my father to kneel down and kowtow, why didn't he say he was the same clan?"

"When you robbed my cattle and sheep, why didn't you say they were from the same clan?"

"Now you're talking about the same clan to me?"

Another mouthful of thick phlegm covered his face. Besides being ferocious, the young man's face was filled with excitement.

The excitement of the past that was held high above others and trampled underfoot.

"Chief! Let's do it! I can't wait!"

Hearing this, Temu Aguda followed his master's example and nodded slightly.

The scimitar in the hand points forward.

He spoke proficiently in Yong language and uttered one word.

"kill!"

next moment.

Hundreds of wolf cubs that were about to grow up instantly waved their scimitars and urged the horses under them to charge forward.

The stumps and blood are flying and blooming.

Han Shao and a group of soldiers trapped in the camp looked at everything in front of them with indifferent expressions.

In fact, at the beginning, Han Shao had no intention of killing most of the Ten Thousand Cavalry.

After all, killing these ants with low [experience value] would be a waste of time.

But who told their tribe to be named Rashan?

Who allowed the former genius and pride of their tribe to be named Rashan Wuliang?

Kill his people and destroy his clan!

Kill all humans and animals, leaving no chickens or dogs behind!
Only then can the hatred of the three hundred soldiers be relieved!

Some soldiers looked at the bloody and cruel scene in front of them with some confusion, and murmured a familiar yet unfamiliar name.

The graceful and beautiful figure on the battlefield kept flashing through his mind, and the bright red blood swaying on the grass.

And the sound of 'beloved man comes home'.

Is this considered revenge?

be it...

Why do I still feel unhappy and unhappy?
Yes, because I haven’t killed enough yet!
Because on the battlefield when they were encircled and suppressed, how could there be only one Lashan Wuliang?
"Sima! The killing here is over, where should we go to kill?"

Listening to the words of the soldiers in the formation full of murderous intent and hatred.

Han Shao smiled and repeated what he said before.

"Go north! Keep going north! All the way north!"

Some soldiers heard this, reacted briefly, and then said in surprise.

"Further north we will reach Dragon City."

Han Shao looked back at him and said doubtfully.

"What? Don't you want to go?"

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he asked boldly.

"really?"

Han Shao laughed.

"We're all here, wouldn't it be a pity if we don't take a trip to Dragon City?"

As he spoke, Han Shao raised his head and looked at the sky above his head.

The sky of immortality in the eyes of prairie people.

He murmured to himself.

"It's going to snow..."

The white disaster is coming...

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