The command voice is flying far away in the night sky. The whole camp of Xianbei 17th ethnic group is full of swords and swords.

Xianbei is also regarded as the Xiaoxiong on the grassland. There are patriarchs sitting in the town, and they calm down in the shortest time. The bows and arrows go out of their sheaths, and the cold light is brilliant. There is no chaos.

If you don't mess up, how can the outside world fish in troubled waters.

Two or three hours passed, and nothing unusual happened.

Assassin, seems to have gone.

Looking up at the sky, there is a little dark blue in the dark sky. The sky is about to light up.

Wave back to several other clan leaders. The clan leader of xiongkuo slowly walked towards his tent. After being tossed all night, he had no sleep. He talked about resting for a while and said it tomorrow.

After entering the tent, scan the tent to see if there is any abnormality. The guards all retreat.

The patriarch of xiongkuo nationality saw that all the people had gone out, and Fang slowly extended his hand. The sweat in the palm made him frown and breathe deeply.

For so many years, they have never been so afraid. All of them are here. In their own territory, they are attacked and killed by the other party when they want to come and go. It has almost destroyed all their dignity and disturbed their hearts.

So strong, they, they

The idea in my heart is still fluctuating. Suddenly, the eyes of xiongkuo nationality jump. In the dark shadow of the tent, a figure is sitting there upright. The face hidden in the dark is smiling to him.

The moon of yelulu, the moon of yelulu.

"You..." The patriarch of xiongkuo clan was frightened. He pointed to the moon sitting on his chair. He could not speak. His face was twisted almost like a ghost.

"Don't talk, or my hand may be unstable." Behind him, I don't know when, a figure has been deceiving him, and the cold hand tightly clasped his neck.

The patriarch of xiongkuo, who was too frightened to resist, was taken down.