Chapter 175 Mu Qingge Is Not a Waste (9)

Of course, his biggest head jumped down, how could the others hold back?

Almost when Mu Xiong jumped off, the lieutenants also jumped with their swords drawn. The soldiers defending the city joined the battlefield while opening the city gate and bringing in the wounded.

Suddenly, the forced defense turned into an active attack.

Mu Qingge's blood ignited the frenzy in the hearts of all Mu Jiajun. They stormed into the battlefield. They forgot that the weapons in their hands were too dull to cut through the flesh, and that they hadn't had a full meal for a few days.

If the knife can't cut through, they use their teeth.

The Mu Jiajun, who abandoned the steel knife, ignored his own flesh and blood, and ripped the flesh from the orcs with his teeth.

It's a brutal fight.

Here, there is no longer a distinction between humans and beasts, only winners and losers!

The more Mu Qingge killed, the calmer his eyes became. Before she came, she had learned from Mu Lianrong that the beast tide this time seemed not to be easy. After she came here, she saw it with her own eyes, and felt even more so.

These orcs are as if they want to break into the city of descendants desperately.

In the end, what is attracting them so crazy?

And how can she quell this riot?

Kill all the Orcs? This is simply not possible. In the Qinling Mountains, there are more than ten million orcs? Not to mention her mediocre green realm, even if one day, she becomes a powerful person in the purple realm, and let these orcs kill her one by one.

Mu Qingge was like a sharp knife, directly inserted into the center of the herd.

Qin Yiyao was already feeling a little bit tired, but she still did her best to protect Mu Qingge's back.

Five hundred personal guards followed closely, sweeping around for her.

The surviving remnants have been connected to the city. Mu Xiong shattered a yellow spirit beast with one palm, looked up, but found the red robe in the distance.

Startled in his heart, he immediately shouted: "Ge'er is back——!"

The voice came into Mu Qingge's ears, and she heard it, but she couldn't withdraw.

This time, she made use of the grief in Mu Jiajun's heart. The so-called mourners must win! Watching the remnants of the city fighting for them for a moment of respite had already made Mu Jiajun feel a fire in his heart.

That's why she burst out with astonishing fighting power.

Of course, if it recedes now, the beast tide will soon return. At that time, it is hard to say whether it will be able to work hard to fight again.

She did not forget that Mu Jiajun had not eaten for several days and had no weapons in his hands.

And she didn't forget that the messenger sent by Mu Xiong had already died. Ling Jian, who represented Mu Xiong, was in his arms, and there would be no supplies at all.

Therefore, this time, she must be afraid of these beasts, so that they will not dare to approach Yicheng in a short period of time.

In the depths of the clear eyes, a firm color emerged.

Singer Mu Qing's movements were even quicker.

"Qingge, we can't go any further." Qin Yiyao's anxious voice came from her ear.

The first time such a high-intensity battle had already made her princess' arms numb, and her body was stained with countless blood. The cold iceberg at the beginning was now more like the goddess of slaughter.

Mu Qingge stopped and shouted, "Mo Yang!"

Mo Yang turned around, and after beheading a one-horned wolf, he quickly came to Mu Qingge.

"Take the princess, all of you will retreat." Mu Qingge ordered coldly.

Mo Yang was startled, but did not immediately agree.

Qin Yiyao also grabbed her arms in surprise and shouted, "What are you doing?"