The Mikk on the opposite side stood there, very calmly. He knew what the resentment god on the opposite side was doing. He was challenging. The Missiutah family and Kahujimo were originally the same family. Many behavioral habits and spiritual thoughts among them were interconnected. If Wang Ying and others were standing in front of him now, even one more Wang Ying and their people would be found and recognized by them. Perhaps they had already started shooting now. But the problem is that at present, everyone is from Kahujimo family, and Kahujimo family has issued a message in the name of Sun God.

The warrior challenge with the highest specifications is their belief and their spiritual sustenance. Moreover, this challenge is extremely insulting. Moreover, this challenge is the God of Resentment, and the six people behind him, who will fight against the opposite Mikk, the six patrol commanders around Mikk, and sixty patrol generals. If the God of Resentment wins, this second defense will be defeated. If the God of Resentment loses, the sickle in his hand will remain here and completely seal the sword. Then all the remaining gods watching the battle behind him will commit suicide. This is the fighting tradition that their family has been passed down to this day for so many years, and it is very binding for them.

There was no contempt in Mike's eyes. He knew very well that the combat power of the Missiuta family was Kahu and Jifu, the two tribes had defected. The two tribes were the best at fighting. The god of resentment is now holding a golden sickle in his hand. The reputation of the number one warrior of the Kahu Jifu family was not in vain. At this moment, facing such provocation from the god of resentment, Mike was also full of anger.

He stretched out his hands, and soon, behind him, two patrol generals, carrying a giant red axe and raising the knife beside him. Mik exerted his hands with force, and he easily raised the giant axe. Then he looked up at the sun that was about to set. He raised the battle axe in his hand. "Today, I will punish you family scum in the name of the Sun God, and let all the traitors who defected to the Missiusta family be punished and get our family treasure back!!"

Mike's roar was not weaker than the resentful god on the opposite side. With Mike's roar, all the people on the side roared, "Misiusta, Missiusta, Missiusta!!" More and more people came out from both sides, they were holding weapons in their hands, and all the people from the castle came out, and the crowds on the tower also came down. They gathered together and kept yelling, "Misiusta! Missiusta!! Missiusta!" The sound waves were even higher and higher. At this moment, both sides had entered a state of fighting, and the sunset was blood red.

The Mik, who was standing in front, suddenly roared, waved a giant axe in his hand, and rushed up the first one. As Mik set off, behind him, all the patrol patrol generals of the Missiutah family rushed out. They shouted, extremely brave, and they were extremely numerous. The resentful god on the opposite side stood there, looking at the crowd rushing towards him.

He smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his state. When the crowd on the opposite side was about to reach them, the God of Resentment suddenly jumped and rushed directly to the Mikk on the opposite side. Behind the God of Resentment, the gods of the six gods did not feel any fear because of the number of people on the opposite side. There were only six of them. When they rushed to the crowd on the opposite side, they gave people the feeling of being like thousands of troops.

At the end, all the Kahujimoe's gods sat with a calm expression and stared at the battlefield ahead. The moment the god of resentment and Mikk met, the two sides fought and then went together again. Mikk lowered his head and raised his sickle. A powerful pressure made him subconsciously dodge the side. The giant axe directly slashed the big tree behind the god of resentment, splitting a big hole in the big tree behind him. Then the god of resentment turned the sickle and flipped it up. Mikk lowered his head and easily avoided it. He picked up the giant axe and suddenly rushed towards the god of resentment.

The resentment god moved suddenly to the side. The moment he moved away, the giant axe cut off a big tree that was nearly forty or fifty centimeters thick on the side. The big tree fell down instantly. Mik subconsciously retreated, trying to avoid the big tree, but just as he retreated, the resentment god on the side moved immediately. The resentment god had no intention of retreating at all. Instead, he rushed forward and waved his sickle toward the big tree in front of him. As soon as he stood, the big tree was cut into three sections. There was only a small section of trees left in front of him. Then his whole body rushed forward and hit the small section of the trunk in front of him.

On the side, he waved his hand and called Mik, and Mik was still retreating to avoid the big tree. The God of Resentment had already greeted him. Mik subconsciously waved his giant axe, and while retreating, he blocked the God of Resentment. Just as he blocked the God of Resentment, the God of Resentment suddenly laughed, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, and with the other hand, he waved his hand again. It was too late for Mik to hide at this time. Everything was in the midst of lightning. The head of Mik fell to the ground, and blood splattered. The giant axe in his hand also fell to the ground. The big tree around him also fell to the ground with a "bang!"

All of this happened in a flash. No one expected that the God of Resentment actually killed Mikk in three rounds. When the trees fell to the ground, Mikk's head also fell on the ground. At this moment, all the gods of the Kahuji family sitting there roared uniformly, "Kahujim! Kahujim! Kahujim!" They roared wildly, with their determination to kill in their eyes.

After the resentment god cut off Mik's head in three rounds, he instantly plunged into the crowd and rushed over to the guards in the crowd. He waved two golden sickles alone and rushed into the crowd. Wherever he rushed, his limbs flew around. He cut down the back of the crowd directly from the front of the crowd, and then from behind, he once again rushed into the crowd, covered with blood on his face, and was full of unworthy courage! The resentment god was really strong enough to boost morale.

The six gods around Yu Shen were also the best among the gods. With the hatred of the national home, everyone burst into advanced and terrifying combat power. The morale of this group of people was even stronger than the morale of so many people in the Missi Uta family opposite. Both sides were alive and killed crazily. At this moment, the god of resentment once again transformed into "God of Death" and then broke out one bloody road after another. Some people kept falling down, some screamed, and the scene was shocking and bloody.

But after all, there is an absolute advantage in numbers. After this wave of sprints, the God of Resentment rushed to the edge of the iron chain bridge. Behind him, there were three god generals left. Half of the patrol generals on the opposite side fell down, and some people fell to the ground and screamed. A triangular thorn was also pierced on the back of the God of Resentment, and blood was still bleeding on his thighs.

The god of resentment was panting, and put the sickle on his hand to the ground, pulled the triangular thorn behind him and threw it to the side. He shook his neck and raised the golden sickle on his hand again. "Kathu Jim!" The god of resentment roared wildly, and took the lead and rushed out again. The three gods of the group of divine generals left behind were even more crazy. One of them could not run any longer. One of them had a Mitsubishi thorn on his calf, and the lower abdomen was still bleeding constantly. The injuries were concentrated. He rushed forward with triangular thorns on one hand. When he was about to rush to the crowd of Missi Uta opposite, he jumped and rushed towards the group of people.

"I want to avenge my family and all our tribe members!" He roared wildly, tears flowing out of their eyes, and the triangular thorns around him kept stabbing him. He shouted and cursed, and used all his strength to assassinate two patrol generals, and then fell to the ground. After falling to the ground, he hugged a man's thigh wildly. Before he died, he did not let go of his mouth. The more shocked he was.

Just a distance from them, a bald man appeared here. He held a telescope in his hand and looked at everything here. He took a deep breath and subconsciously spoke from the side, "There is such a brave person in the world. It's so amazing. Is this the number one warrior of the Kahujimo family? This person is beyond my cognition."

"The patrols of the Missiuta family are actually somewhat capable, but they are acquired after all. The Kahujimo family was originally a violent organ of the Missiuta family, a military tribe, and their combat effectiveness is the real orthodox orthodox family. Therefore, no matter how the Missiuta family trains armed forces in the later period, they are essentially inferior to Kahujimo. The violent orthodox of this ancient family is still Kahujimo."
Chapter completed!