Chapter 387

Under the charge of five hundred iron cavalry, all the places passed were turned into ruins.

"Stop!"

At this time, the team suddenly stopped. Outside the woods, nearly 100 people gathered here. Yang Zhen stood at the top of the crowd, bowed slightly, immediately knelt on his knees and knocked his head on the ground.

"Gentlemen, I'm Yang Zhen, the leader of YANGTIE tribe. A few days ago, two ferocious people came to our YANGTIE tribe. They not only took my daughter and occupied the land of our ethnic group, but also ruthlessly killed young master Qinchuan. As long as the leader of Qin can help us kill the two villains, our YANGTIE tribe is willing to follow the leader of Qin for generations to come."

Yang Zhen lowered his head and shouted. He said something in tears, completely pushing the charges on Ye Chen's head.

Behind him, nearly a hundred people also kept kowtowing and wailing.

Qin Tianlei looked at Yang Zhen and others lightly. There was no expression on his face. He said coldly, "my son, did he die in your tribe?"

"Yes, he was killed by the leaf dust!" Yang Zhenli raised his head, filled with hope in his eyes, and said again: "he lives in the bamboo forest. I am willing to lead the way for patriarch Qin."

"No need." Qin Tianlei walked slowly past him. A sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth and said, "since my son died in your tribe, you can all bury him."

"Kill!"

A terrible killing intention rose to the sky. The fierce horses hissed again. The people of Jiuyang tribe waved their weapons and rushed directly into the woods.

Kill!

But all living things are killed without amnesty!

"Help!"

"Patriarch, help me!"

The sound of wailing filled with endless fear resounded through the whole forest. Every place where an iron horse rushed to kill would be red with blood and the smell of blood would rise to the sky.

Yang Zhen stood in place. He watched his tribe's people being slaughtered and wanted to save them, but his body trembled wildly. He was afraid of death and wanted to live.

With his body moving, Yang Zhen went straight to the bamboo forest where ye Chen lived.

Before long, he stood in front of Ye Chen, knelt directly on the ground and cried bitterly, "young Xia Ye Chen, the animals of Jiuyang tribe are coming. I beg you to help my people."

"Why should I save them?"

Ye Chen looked at Yang Zhen. His eyes were as cold as the Millennium ice.

Hearing the speech, Yang Zhen was speechless for a moment. He couldn't think of any reason.

Seeing that Yang Zhen bowed his head and said nothing, ye Chen said indifferently, "Yang Zhen, do you really think I didn't see through your plot? You live in the woods temporarily to monitor us. When the people of Jiuyang tribe kill us, you will put all the charges on my head, and then take advantage of the situation to attach to Jiuyang tribe. Am I right?"

"You see?" Yang Zhen's body trembled and his whole face was bloodless.

"If you don't know, unless you don't do it yourself, I have given you a chance before, but you not only don't repent, but also count on me many times. Animals like you are not qualified to live in this world."

Ye Chen's words made Yang Zhen's face stiff, and immediately a fist came to his face. Yang Zhen felt that his blood began to boil, turned his eyes, looked at Yang Yue not far away, and wailed, "moon, help me."

However, there was no expression on Yang Yue's face.

People like Yang Zhen don't deserve to live in this world, let alone be the father of life.

Boom!

The ground burst, Yang Zhen's chest was pierced by the fist front, his eyes turned over and died on the spot.

At the same time, the crowd of Jiuyang tribe has rushed up the high slope.

They came to the woods, glanced lightly, and finally fell on Ye Chen. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Ye Chen was so young, I'm afraid he was only seventeen years old. Moreover, his eyes were so calm and had no fear at all.

"Are you ye Chen?"

Qin Tianlei was also a little surprised, and said in a deep voice.

"That's right."

Ye Chen immediately replied, his tone was as calm and cold as his eyes.

"Why did you kill my son?" Qin Tianlei asked again.

Ye Chen smiled: "if I give an explanation, will you put away your weapons and leave here immediately with your people?"

"No, you killed my son. Even if you are a member of the magic wing clan, I will kill you on the spot." Qin Tianlei burst out with a rolling evil spirit, and a strange purple thunder arc beat on him.

The Revenge of killing children, we will die together!

Even if the Jade Emperor came to earth, Qin Tianlei would kill Ye Chen and break him into pieces to sacrifice the spirit of Qin Chuan.

"As you said, I'll die if I don't answer. Then why do you ask and why should I answer?" Ye Chen sneered, which made the eyes of the people of Jiuyang tribe gloomy. This suckling boy is so brave that he dared to mock Qin Tianlei when he was dying.

"Patriarch, let me kill him."

A figure passed by and stood beside Qin Tianlei. The long knife in his hand had already been out of its scabbard and made a low buzzing sound.

Qin Tianlei looked at the person in front of him, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Qin Yan, this son is strange. You should be careful."

The calm of Ye Chen made Qin Tianlei feel a little uncomfortable, so he decided to let Qin Yan try to avoid being trapped.

"Don't worry, my cultivation is much higher than him, and I will be able to kill him." Qin Yan said confidently, moving his steps and falling in front of Ye Chen in an instant.

"Smelly boy, seeing that your grandpa Qin Yan is still so arrogant, I'll break your limbs later, and then cut off your flesh and blood one by one, so that you can die in endless pain!" Qin Yan licked his lips, and the whole face was full of strange smell.

But ye Chen didn't even look at Qin Yan. His eyes looked at the distance, calm and indifferent.

"Die!"

Qin Yan originally wanted to see ye Chen begging for mercy. Now, he not only didn't see anything, but also was directly ignored. His heart also burst out ferocious killing intention.

Suddenly, countless sharp spikes shot out of his body, his palms were clenched, and the long knife burst out a gloomy cold. Countless knife shadows were killing Ye dust everywhere, with a ferocious attack.

"One shot is to kill. Qin Yan is really angry."

The crowd of Jiuyang tribe smiled proudly one by one, as if they saw the tragic picture of Ye Chen being killed by a knife.

"In the later stage of the five heavy days of Zhendao, it stabbed the wolf's blood."

Ye Chen still stood there and saw the endless sword shadow. His eyes were slightly frozen. The ancient killing intention bloomed and dyed the whole sky red and bloody.

"What a terrible killing intention." Qin Yan's body trembled. The strong killing intention made him tremble all over. The knife in his hand began to tremble, but there was a sense of retreat.

"Die!"

Ye Chen blows out with a fist, and the fist edge roars like a dragon and a tiger. He crosses a gorgeous blood light tail in the void, instantly destroys the endless shadow of the knife and kills Qin Yan.

Seeing this, Qin Yan immediately retreated back and wanted to escape from the terrible fist front.

But ye Chen wants to kill him. Can he escape with his strength?

The fist front suddenly burst open, and the terrible force threw out wildly and bombarded Qin Yan. The sharp spike was destroyed in an instant, and the long knife sounded low, as if it was a cry.

"No!"

Qin Yan's eyes were wide open and full of panic. The fist edge tore his chest, smashed his heart and completely annihilated his vitality.

Qin Yan, die.

Another man who wanted to kill Ye Chen died under Ye Chen's fist.