The Indians were still in the social stage of the clan commune and were quite democratic. However, when facing major events that cannot be decided or stalemate, the most direct solution is violence!

Whoever fist is strong will listen to whoever!

Amid the clamor, more than a dozen tribes of all sizes formed a large circle. The bright fire surrounded a duel. Mao Xingjian's ears were filled with the sounds of Indians roaring in later American TV series. He turned his back to himself. The mountain lion tribe plus the red deer. The eighteen members were like wild beasts, holding spears in their right hands and squatting slightly. Opposite her, the ground squirrel tribe chief Tooth Rat stood burly in front. Behind him, the warriors were also nervously pressing the spear.

Amid the creaking metal friction sound, a cold light radiated from his waist. Looking at the breathtaking sword light, Mao Xingjian's heart suddenly jumped.

He is worthy of being the chief and the best guy he takes. Although he is not interested in weapons, he is a collector. He has seen many such weapons princes. He has been circulated in the Middle East. The orthodox Damascus scimitar blows iron and cuts gold, which is extremely sharp! It is worth a thousand gold! I really don’t know which Spanish colonist leader the tooth rat was taken from.

With this weapon alone, the red deer was already at a disadvantage!

My heart was beating wildly, and Mao Xingjian couldn't help but whisper to Su Yu who was staring at dazed beside him.

"A Yu, why do you have to make a duel? What are the rules for duels?"

"The Mountain Lion Tribe wants to oppose the decision issued by the Great Chief, and the Red Deer Clan Chief will challenge the Great Chief of the Tooth Rat! As for the duel rules, there are no rules. If the warriors on one side die or the will to fight, the other side will win!"

Looking at the confrontation between the two people in a palpitation, Su Yu didn't dare to leave for a moment, and he was still talking in a hurry.

"The last time the prince decided to release the prisoners of war, my father had already imagined that he had launched such a challenge with two pots of boiling water. However, the great wizard of Hongyun and several chiefs of the tribe did not support him, so he gave up. Although challenging the great chief is rare in history, many times, almost one side died and it ended!"

No wonder before coming out this time, Chi Lu handed the Chief Feather Crown to someone else. Her small request turned out to be needed to fight for her life. Mao Xingjian was a little moved and couldn't bear it. He hesitated to stretch out his hand and pull the strong Apache woman back, but hesitantly didn't stretch out his hand.

Whether Apache can be surrendered depends on whether he can rule the six tribes in the south.

Even if... even if Chi Lu sacrificed for this!

Just as he was hesitating, the tooth rat was already roaring like a beast

"Chiru, the chief of the mountain lion tribe from the wasteland, comes to challenge my great chief for the sake of the strange god!"

"When we are hungry, we also look for fruits on the trees to satisfy our hunger! Since the Su people had a way to create more food, why should they let their tribes endure hunger? Since the chief disagreed, then I, the Red Deer, will confront each other according to the ancient tradition, and only blood can be transmitted to the gods!"

With a heavy spear in his right hand, his plump chest was protruding. At the tribesmen watching, Chi Lu also roared openly. Listening to her words, many people couldn't help but nodded. Seeing this, the burly and tall toothed rat obviously showed an angry look, shaking the murderous Damascus scimitar on his wrist. He also raised his head and roared cruelly.

"Then let the gods make a judgment!"

Suddenly, with the sound of the blade, he was hitting it as soon as he said it. His scimitar had already chopped down from the red deer. The sharp blade made a sharp meditation in the air, and a few strands of black hair flew with the blade.

Just like the flexible Lin Lu, dragging his spear, Chi Lu avoided the attack and quickly dodged to the left side of the chieftain, slashing at his left arm with both hands holding the spear whirlwind.

Bang, sparks burst out in the air.

At the same time, the seventeen hunters of the Mountain Lion Tribe also roared and fought fiercely with the twenty-five warriors of the opposite ground squirrel tribe.

Cruel, primitive, and that unique charm were displayed in Mao Xingjian's dull eyes with blood. Both sides were the best hunters, and they could also show the best in nature.

Like a running lion, he suddenly threw a gun forward, followed by a gun, holding a sharp flint knife in his hand. A warrior of the mountain lion tribe roared and plunged into the crowd. His opponent had just pushed the gun away with his spear, but he had already thrown to the ground fiercely. The sharp short knife was cutting hard on the man's neck, and blood gushed out like a spring.

But don't underestimate the ground squirrels. In North America, they are far more successful than cougars! The spears in the sky hit the sky, making several other members of the mountain lion tribe overwhelmed. At this skill, the spears that were sucking cold slaughtered from below. The sound of steel piercing the flesh was sounded, and several members of the mountain lion tribe spitting blood and fell to the ground.

At this time, the Red Deer was even more dangerous. The Tooth Rat could become a chieftain, but it was not like Mao Xingjian pretending to be a fool. With the sharp and heavy Damascus scimitar, he was not like a gopher, but instead rushed like a North American brown bear. The Red Deer was obviously a speed type, and she could only jump back and forth and dodge and beat the cold one to counterattack.

Seeing that Mao Xingjian was already sweating profusely, he gritted his teeth. He took off Su Yu and carried a food bag with him. When others didn't pay attention, he took a step forward and walked into the circle.

The bear is not only powerful, but also speed! The tooth rat is also a hunter who has been through many battles. Another time, Chi Lu's spear stabbed from the side. With a bang, the weapon clashed, Chi Lu retreated to the right again. But this time, she had already understood her movement habits. The chief actually pressed over first, rotated his body, and with the rotation force, he cut the heavy knife out.

There was no way to retreat, Chi Lu could only grit her teeth and cross the short spear. She took the knife hard. With the banging sound, the huge force shocked her hands numb. But before she could recover, the tooth mouse, who was in power, swung her body again, buzzed down the second strike, and slashed on the handle of the Chi Lu's spear again.

With a buzzing sound, wood chips splashed, and a deep trace appeared on the handle of the gun.

There was no way to retreat, followed by the third and fourth swords. With huge force, the wound on the back shoulder, which Chi Lu had not recovered, had burst out, and a trace of blood appeared. Just as she gritted her teeth and roared and held the short spear, the fifth sword of the tooth rat slashed down again.

In the crackling sound, the hard gun-bar wood from Iberia could not withstand the thunder attack of the cold iron in the Middle East. The crackling sound broke with a bang. In the chide's horrified eyes, the tooth rat raised the scimitar for the sixth time.

Without avoiding it, Chi Lu couldn't help but turn back. In her pupils, Mao Xingjian raised the muzzle of the trumpet musket that he didn't know when.

Bang ~

Fortunately, Chi Lu was petite and was already kneeling on the ground. A recent iron shotgun rubbed her hair and penetrated heavily into the burly body of the tooth rat. To be honest, this military shotgun was not very powerful, and it made a loud noise to shock the beasts even more effective. Eight tiny shotguns were not enough to kill the tooth rat, but it was enough to stagger him back.

After a few movies, it seemed as if he felt more deceived. The chief lifted his knife and let out a heart-wrenching roar. But at this moment, Mao Xingjian had already rushed to Chi Lu. The next second, the beautiful matriarch rushed out like a violent mountain lion.

Hiss~ A sharp blade streaked across Chi Lu's right rib, and blood gushed out.

Puchi~ Take it from Mao Xingjian, and the same sharp Damascus short blade cut off half of his neck.

With a bang, the scimitar landed on the ground, covering the blood gushing from the spring water, and his eyes protruded like a toad. He staggered forward a few pieces and fluttered one. The burly old Indian hunter finally leaned down and smashed to the ground like a brown bear.

The entire holy land was silent.

A moment later, the remaining ground squirrel hunter held a spear full of blood, and howled and rushed towards Mao Xingjian and Chi Lu like a madman. Subconsciously, the matriarch blocked the prince behind him, but it was in this position that Mao Xingjian hugged her chest and opened the lighter he had just given. The next second, he turned the bag of his pick and faced the squirrel hunter who had flocked to the hole that had just been cut by the dagger.

Huh ~

In the unbelievable eyes of all the Apaches, a fire dragon suddenly rushed to the front of them with his teeth and claws, just like a beast afraid of fire. More than a dozen ground squirrel hunters screamed and rolled back. When they were about to get up in shock, several scarred mountain lion tribe hunters had pointed their spears at their necks.

The powerful chief of the Apache tribe died just like that!

This result made the entire tribe silent. After more than half a minute of knowing, a member of the ground squirrel tribe sitting on the ground pointed heartbrokenly at Mao Xingjian who was still hugging the red deer. Then, the entire tribe also roared in a messy roar.

The chaotic voice finally woke up the incredible Chilu, and she suddenly broke free from Mao Xingjian's arms. She turned around and looked at the noisy and confused prince, then looked at the noisy and hustle and bustle of the Apache patriarchs. She suddenly gritted her teeth. Regardless of the pain of several wounds on her body, she raised her arms high, raised the lighter just now with her right hand, and shouted in Apache again.

Once again, the Apaches around them became quiet. In Mao Xingjian's unclear eyes, including the ground squirrel tribe, they finally knelt down and raised their hands high devoutly.
Chapter completed!