Shiraishi's body changes caught him off guard. When he looked up at the sky, he no longer knew where the old man was going.

So he took his gaze from the air and looked at the opposite side. When he looked around, he saw countless gazes with killing and madness, and all turned to him, making his body tremble. He subconsciously held the bow and arrow in his hand. Under his tight grip, another cold light ooze ooze. The cold light oozes out. A thick force began to gather around the bow and arrow, causing the blood in Bai Shi's body to boil. The two green flames dissipated in his eyes burned again!

This scene suddenly reminded him of the siege of Beichen Village at Dongchen Village. And under this siege, when he looked at these people, he had a sense, that was a memory, a memory from hatred!

Moreover, around Bai Shi, the phantoms from the warriors of Yunhe Tribe disappeared one by one, just like Bai Shi facing a tribe, and he had to fight against a tribe with his own strength.

This is exactly what you want to break through the third level!

At the same time, the man in white had retreated to his tribe and did not attack Shiraishi at this moment. But at this moment, after he retreated, several tribes in front of him suddenly raised the spear in their hands, and at the moment when they blended with Shiraishi's eyes, they suddenly stepped out and swarmed towards Shiraishi with the sound of fighting.

Shiraishi did not retreat. When his eyes were concentrated on these phantoms, his steps suddenly stepped forward and contacted the rebounding force. His body suddenly jumped up. At the moment of jumping, he suddenly pulled the bowstring. With a buzzing sound, the sharp arrow in his hand had already roared out. He hit the phantoms and pierced eight figures in one fell swoop. This made the stabbed suddenly scream, and his body turned into a slight mist, and finally dissipated into the void.

But if these tens of thousands of tribes kill at this speed, they don’t know how long it will take to kill them. And this is just the beginning. In Shiraishi’s heart, he vaguely felt that the cultivation level of the phantoms behind would be higher and higher.

Just as Bai Shi was fighting with these phantoms, in this Yunhe Tribe, wind and snow were still spreading. Heavy snow covered Chiyan Peak, covering every tribe in Chiyan Peak, and of course also included Yunhe Tribe. All the roofs of the Yunhe Tribe were filled with thick snow. These snow gave people a heavy feeling. Even the snow on the ground had reached its knees. These snow had only been overnight...

If you don’t look carefully, it will be difficult to find the location of the Yunhe Tribe from the wind and snow at this moment.

But wind and snow cannot cover up something after all. That is, the series of footprints on the battlefield ahead, the blood left in the footprints, the blood radiating in the void, the bright red that melted white snow, the bright red, the seriously injured or even dead warriors, became the eternal in the wind and snow.

What the wind and snow cannot cover up is the crying sound from the Yunhe tribe. This sound echoed in the sky, but when people heard it, they knew that the person who made the cry was just a child. If they knew this person, it would be not difficult to know that this person was A Mao!

A Mao's crying was heart-wrenching, as if the crying sounded a little hoarse. There was a stretcher in front of him, and a familiar person was lying on the stretcher. The man's clothes were soaked in blood, but his expression was very peaceful and his eyes were closed.

This person is exactly what Amao Risi hopes for. This is the kind father who carefully cares for himself, the close father who flies with him and the father who can coax himself to sleep and the father who will tell the story.

Now, everything is gone with the wind, and the wind and snow of this moment have become eternal like these four seasons. What is left to Amao is a corpse, a cold corpse, without the slightest temperature or the feelings of the past. The cold wind of this moment has taken away everything and left the coldness.

Because of the cold, the blood on his face had frozen into ice residue, and even his whole body was linked by ice and the stretcher. Ah Mao tried hard to shake the corpse, calling his father's name, but he could not wake up.

But his voice awakened the dusty hearts of every Yunhe tribe's people, and seemed to have melted. They surrounded the Yunhe tribe one by one, letting the wind and snow beat him around Amao, and their bodies trembled slightly. Amid Amao's roar, they remained silent and did not come forward to comfort him, or they didn't know how to comfort him.

But they gritted their teeth one by one, and there were madness in their eyes, and two lines of tears quietly slid down in their eyes.

Compared with the accumulated wind and snow at this moment, their bodies seem to be colder. This coldness belongs to a kind of green, a kind of experience of time, a kind of attachment to home, and a kind of memory of the warrior of death...

Yun Yan stood beside Amao, tears flowing like water. She clearly remembered that yesterday, Amao was still at home, waiting for her father's return with longing, with confusion in her eyes, belonging to Amao's innocence and tenderness. She still remembered this morning, Amao smiled and said to herself with joy that she dreamed of her father coming back last night.

Now, just like A Mao's roar at this moment, the heart-wrenching crying, disappeared with these sounds.

Amao's little hand was already red from the cold, but he seemed to have no chance. The pain in his heart made him forget everything, making him feel crazy and resentful in his tender and innocent eyes.

Yun Yan squatted down slowly, put his palm on Amao's shoulder, and hugged Amao tightly.

A Mao looked up with tears in his eyes, looked at Yun Yan, and choked and said, "Sister Yun Yan, my dad is gone, my dad is never again."

Yun Yan looked up at the sky, but in fact she took back some of the tears she had flowed out: "Amao, Dad didn't leave, Dad has been in the Yunhe tribe. He just temporarily went to a place, which was called heaven. You must be as brave as Dad. Fighting to protect your home, you are a man, man, so you should cry less."

Ah Mao buried his head in Yun Yan's arms. When he faced Yun Yan's words, he did not answer, but was crying to the fullest. At this time, several soldiers carried the stretcher away, and the patriarch who had been standing in the distance slowly walked over as if he had made great courage.

He looked at A Mao who buried his head in Yun Yan's arms, and his expression seemed a little older and even felt a little guilty. He clearly remembered that he told A Mao yesterday that his father would definitely come back.

"Amao." Frowning tightly, the patriarch's heart seemed complicated and he spoke softly.

Amao's choking sound decreased a little. He slowly stretched out his head from Yun Yan's arms and looked at the much older clan leader.

"Amao, do you hate the patriarch? The patriarch told you yesterday that your father would come back, but I didn't expect it to be the result. Did you blame the patriarch lied to you?" Before Amao could speak, the patriarch said earnestly.

A Mao took two deep breaths, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and when he looked at the patriarch, he shook his head and said, "I don't hate you, you didn't lie to me, my dad is indeed back. Sister Yunyan said, my dad is fighting to protect his home and died in the Yunhe tribe. So, I don't hate you. But my dad will never come back."

The patriarch smiled heavily, and his smile was full of kindness: "Amao is sensible, and Dad can't come back, but we will be with you in this Yunhe tribe, so you will not be alone. You must learn to grow up and be a brave warrior like your Dad."

Amao nodded, trying to control his emotions and suppress his choking sounds as much as possible.

At the same time, two heroes came to the snow. The two heroes were carrying arrows on their backs, and their steps were strong and powerful. When they walked to the patriarch, they clasped their fists and bowed, saying, "Class Chief, if this continues, the warriors of our Yunhe Tribe will sacrifice more and more. It is better to ask us to come on the field to kill the enemy, and there is no need to be any defense line or not. Let us go to fight, which will greatly damage their vitality. Perhaps, it will have certain benefits to our Yunhe Tribe."

These two people were Ma Hui and Mu Zhen. Their expressions were extremely solemn at this moment, and there were even two obvious lines of marks on the cheek. That mark belonged to the route of tears flowing.

The patriarch took a deep breath, stood up, looked at Mu Zhen and Ma Hui, as if thinking about something.

"Forget it, since that's the case, our Yunhe tribe has fought against their Seven Evil tribes in all directions, without preserving any strength, and fighting with them. If our Yunhe tribe really cannot be saved, then their Seven Evil tribes will not be able to think about it."
Chapter completed!