C1547 We've Fallen into a Trap
Chilling Star looked at Feng Jingtian with cold eyes, "My time is really limited. "
She waved her hand again. Countless bone chariots sounded again. Every bone chariot was flapping its wings.
After flapping its wings, it immediately rose into the air. The bone chariots' targets were still the ten or so new city chariots.
After that, countless stone spears, wind blades, and ice blocks flew towards Feng Jingtian.
Whether or not he could take care of Feng Jingtian right now was not within Han Xing's consideration.
As long as he could take the ten or so new city chariots away from Feng Jingtian's side, the troops of the White Mountain Tribe would be able to snipe him a little. They would be able to ensure that Feng Jingtian would no longer be able to chase after the new city chariots.
Han Xing's original intention was to use the one hundred thousand Wind Tribe soldiers as hostages to threaten Feng Jingtian.
As for how to threaten Feng Jingtian, that would have to wait until he returned.
The situation was extremely chaotic. Feng Jingtian looked solemn, but in fact, he was burning with anxiety.
He naturally wanted to block all the bone chariots that were dragging the new city's war chariots, but it was a pity. This was not something that could be done just by thinking about it.
More than ten new city chariots were surrounded by bone chariots. In an instant, all the bone chariots spread out in all directions.
If Feng Jingtian chased any of the chariots now, he would lose all of his combat strength. Most importantly, he didn't even have the chance to chase them because the heaven defying pressure in front of him was pouring down on him.
Icicles, stone spears, wind blades, and even the power of flame explosions could be felt.
He tightly bound Wind Spirit in his arms.
He still controlled Wind Spirit, whose body's combat power was extremely powerful.
Wind Spirit's combat power had clearly been greatly affected by the sniper rifle earlier.
His explosive potential naturally had the intention of burning his will. Those heaven-defying combat powers were still replenished, and Wind Spirit displayed his most powerful state of battle intent.
Boom!
Wind Spirit clashed with the ruthless battle intent of the Beast Division's troops.
The two million beast army seemed to tremble slightly, and Feng Jingtian instantly became even wilder.
However, this time, the beast army did not lose their powerful combat strength after colliding with Wind Spirit. How could the power of an army be compared to one on one?
An army of two million would definitely have soul chains that healed themselves or dealt damage to each other.
At most, it could be said that the White Mountain Tribe and the Blood Feather City's complex restrictions could not be compared.
"What a powerful guy, but I didn't expect him to not retreat. " Han Xing, who was on the bone war chariot in the distance, sighed.
As she sighed, she was also filled with joy.
If Feng Jingtian had any intelligence, his first choice would be to escape.
As long as the green mountain remained, there would be no firewood to burn.
At this moment, Feng Jingtian did not have the strategy of a young city lord. There was no way he could resist the army of the Beast Race if he stayed behind. In the end, he would only be courting death.
That saved Baishan Division a lot of effort.
In the next breath, Han Xing had already reached out his hand. Then, an ice blade gathered around her body.
She instantly rose to the sky, and then looked down at Feng Jingtian.
Feng Jingtian's previous attack had consumed a lot of energy. She was originally not Feng Jingtian's match, but now she had 100% confidence that she could suppress Feng Jingtian.
Feng Jingtian was under her body, but he did not retreat. Instead, he advanced.
He soared into the sky. This time, although he did not have Wind Spirit, he carried the violent power of a tornado.
Wind Spirit was naturally still in his arms.
"You're courting death, I didn't want you to be seriously injured!" Han Xing's mind flashed.
The White Mountain Tribe wanted to cooperate with Feng Jingtian and support him as a puppet.
Under such circumstances, the best way was to talk nicely and build a good relationship.
However, the beasts of the White Mountain Tribe had also thought that Feng Jingtian was a hardcore person, and that he would have a backup plan.
Now, the worst outcome had already happened. Han Xing could only suppress Feng Jingtian first, then slowly think of a way to subdue Feng Jingtian in the future.
"What is it?" In the next breath, Han Xing suddenly thought of something. He was slightly stunned.
She had no choice but to divert her attention. Her gaze would only look in the direction behind her.
A powerful sword intent was attacking her. That powerful combat power was definitely not inferior to hers.
That powerful combat strength was immediately about to approach her, and Feng Jingtian, who was in front of her, had absolutely no chance of restraining himself.
He was still showing signs of soaring to the sky.
The cold star had already been mixed in two sides.
Whoosh!
While she was completely at a loss, the sword force had already landed on her.
The powerful sword intent could easily break through her completely.
Han Xing turned pale with fright. She had completely lost her will to fight. Her first reaction was to tighten her chest.
This seemed to be the female cultivator's first reaction regardless of the clan's blood.
Shua!
Sure enough, the sword force slashed down. Han Xing felt as if he had indeed been sliced open.
She screamed, and in the next breath, she immediately felt that all of her life and death battle prowess tricks had been restrained.
Then, someone tightly held her.
The person who came was Hou Buchen.
Hou Buchen had withdrawn his sword.
He didn't kill Han Xing.
Buchen's sword technique was incomparably sharp. He used his sword technique to control his fingers.
Of course, he knew what the result would be if he killed Han Xing. He would definitely use her as a hostage.
Feng Jingtian frowned and stopped moving.2
His cooperation with Hou Buchen was an exception. In such a dangerous place in Tianfeng City, the two of them naturally had a unique way to communicate.
Since Hou Buchen was here, he naturally wouldn't leave.
He wasn't stupid. He already knew what Hou Buchen was doing.
After Feng Jingtian lured the enemy, Hou Buchen had completed this task.
All the beast soldiers were in shock. Even the bone war chariots that were dragging the new city chariots in the distance had to stop.
"After walking for a while, I felt that something was wrong and had no choice but to come back. As expected, you extremely ugly fellows are plotting against us. " Hou Buchen sneered.
"What are you all standing there for? Leave immediately!" Han Xing gritted his teeth and berated the beast army. He was absolutely furious.
The beast army retreated slightly. In the next breath, the formation changed. It was precisely the intention to retreat quickly.
The movement in their position was too big. Nine Wind City would send people over sooner or later.
At that time, there would be no chance to leave even if they wanted to.
Shua!
The sword had already descended, and a sharp scream could be heard.
It was precisely Han Xing who was screaming, and the retreating beastmen had no choice but to turn around.
Everyone saw that Han Xing was still tightly clutching his chest, but Hou Buchen had obviously torn her body concealing clothing.
Apart from the things that couldn't be exposed, most of the things that could be exposed were already exposed.
"They can leave, but the war chariot must be left behind. I'm not a very good person. " Hou Buchen sneered.
"What are you doing?" Han Xing was completely shocked.
Hou Buchen was not only weak, he was simply ridiculous.
In the cultivation world, there was a way to torture living beings. There were millions of ways to torture living beings. Only the most wretched kind would have designs on women's clothes.
Han Xing was both a beast race member and a woman. It was impossible for him to have no shame at all.
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