"Lord Lehui. Is he dead?"

The fact of Lexi's defeat made many barbarians who paid attention here for the first time unable to believe their eyes.

You must know that Lehui is not only the number one in the sixth level of his tribe, but also has a great reputation among other surrounding barbarian tribes, and can be called the strongest in the middle level.

Only such people can make people like them willingly surrender to the banner.

However, one day suddenly they were told that the person they thought was the strongest at the same level was actually killed by another person.

Moreover, that person was only a fifth-level warrior and a Xia nationality.

Such a fact made the current barbarians unable to react in a short period of time.

It wasn't until they watched Chen Jing cut off Le Wei's head that their bodies trembled, and everyone understood that the invincible man in the past was dead.

Without a leader, the group of dragons must have been panicking, and they must have been afraid of Chen Jing who killed Le Wei.

But this phenomenon lasts only a short time.

The words of ordinary people may be taken due to Chen Jing's lingering power, and they hesitate for a moment or even fall apart.

But barbarians are barbarians after all, and the madness and bloodthirsty in their hearts can never be erased.

"Avenge Lord Lehui!"

"Kill this Xia man!"

"Take off his heart! The blood of a strong man is delicious!"

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Soon, the barbarians, burning with revenge and fighting spirit, rushed back angrily and attacked Chen Jingyong again.

Chen Jing lowered his head and glanced at the large hole in his chest that had been torn open by Le Wei's claws. The white bones were exposed, and even the deeper organs were faintly visible.

Although he is the final winner, this victory also comes at a heavy price.

With such a serious injury, if he had not possessed a spiritual body, he would have been killed by an ordinary person.

It's just that although the injury has been stopped and no longer worsens, his strength has been greatly reduced.

However, after killing the strongest one now, we still have to face the remaining jackals, tigers and leopards.

But no matter what, it is absolutely impossible to let yourself be trapped.

It's just that when we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Jing waved his sword and tied Le Xi Xiao's head around his waist.

As the chief culprit who killed his teammate Zhou Chengye, no matter how much he admired his strength, Chen Jing still wanted to cut off his head and place it as a sacrifice in front of Zhou Chengye's tomb to honor his spirit in heaven.

This move finally broke the deadlock at this time.

I saw many barbarians roaring towards Chen Jing.

As if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, less than a hundred people made a movement as if thousands of troops were coming to kill them.

Chen Jing took a deep breath, her eyes as motionless as icebergs that had lasted for thousands of years.

If the previous fight with Le Wei was the most dangerous in his life, then this moment quickly overthrew the former.

The hundreds of barbarian warriors who followed Le Wei were no ordinary people. They could be said to have gathered the elites of the nearby barbarian tribes.

Their original purpose was not to hunt down Chen Jing, it was just the right time.

Although the top group among them suffered heavy losses when they first fought against Chen Jing and then against Little Lion, their numbers can make up for everything.

The moment Chen Jing took the initiative to stay and stop the pursuers, she was already prepared to die.

Although it now seems that this preparation has become a reality, I have never regretted it.

If he didn't stay, it would be difficult for Wei Zhuohua and others to escape.

With the strength of the barbarian pursuers, no matter how much he helped, the team members would hardly have any hope of escaping.

Of course, with my own strength, I can escape alone.

But this is not in line with my character and my martial arts.

Moreover, as the captain of the hunting army team, there is no reason for someone who has been promoted to captain to run away and leave his soldiers to die.

Doing some things even though you know you can't do them is not a sign of stupidity, but a sign of perseverance.

Stick to the principles of your own existence and the world, and stick to your belief in going all the way.

Only in this way can we truly live.

The hideous and ugly faces of the barbarians were getting closer and closer. After Chen Jing let out a breath, his eyes bloomed with bright fighting spirit, and he shouted:

"kill!"

Its sound is like thunder, shaking people's hearts and minds.

Even if it means death, he must bite off a large piece of his opponent's flesh.

Chen Jing did not retreat but advanced, slashing down with his sword.

In an instant, the barbarian closest to him, who was frightened by Chen Jing's thunderous shout, saw his eyes go blank, and a big head shot straight into the sky.

Hot blood gushed out from the broken neck like a fountain.

The rich blood filled the battlefield, which not only did not make people flinch, but made them even crazier.

The barbarians are like this, and so is Chen Jing.

The bear-like fist struck from the front with great power. As if Chen Jing didn't see it, the sword in his hand shuttled through the gaps like a silver snake and shot straight into the opponent's head.

I saw a flash of silver light, and the barbarian Tianling Cap was lifted directly and flew out, dying to the point of death.

However, the punch he gave before his death dented Chen Jing's left shoulder, and the bones in his body cracked repeatedly.

As if the injuries on his body did not belong to him, Chen Jing killed the other person without any expression on his face.

Ding!

The sharp dagger cut through the cracked jade skin, penetrated the flesh and was about to penetrate deeply, but was stuck tightly by the bones.

The owner of the dagger shrank in excitement when he saw the pair of hands, and couldn't help but said in shock:

"No"

Before he could finish his words, Chen Jing tore his neck into pieces with a claw.

There was a cold light coming from behind, and Chen Jing was facing the barbarian who was being pushed into danger by his mad dog-like offensive. He was overjoyed when his companion made a move.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that Chen Jing just turned slightly and no longer looked behind him, and continued to attack him fiercely. The barbarian couldn't help but cursed "madman" in his heart.

But he just cursed like this.

The moment Chen Jing killed him, he felt a stinging sensation on his vest.

Although he deliberately avoided the vital point, the damage was still considerable.

Even so, there was still no pain or cowardice on Chen Jing's face. It was as cold and solemn as ten thousand years of ice. It was even more like the god of death in hell. Every time it was hooked, it was a fresh life.

Just as he turned around to face the attacking barbarian, a very rare look of fear appeared on the latter's face.

It was obvious that the opponent was surrounded by many people, and he was surrounded by teammates and assistants, but at this moment, he had the illusion that he was in the opposite situation.

When Chen Jing's pair of eyes full of pressure and ferocity looked over, the barbarian felt a chill all over his body, as if he was naked in the ice and snow. Even though many teammates were fighting side by side with him, he still felt a deep cold.

Loneliness and despair.

will die.
Chapter completed!