Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief - v3 Chapter 2430
When Uthma heard the words, she cursed a fool in her heart and stopped running.
Before reaching the thatch, Usma stopped the car abruptly, turned around and shouted, “Wait!!!”
This shout also caused the furious slave-struggle to stop, standing more than twenty steps away from Usma, staring at Usma.
But when I saw, Usma slowly picked off the rabbit on the Seven-Star Sword, and held the Seven-Star Sword at the nose of the slave: “I won’t run away, so don’t chase. Yes, I killed the giant. The phase is correct, but we are the enemy in the first place. I should kill him.”
Usma mentioned the name of the giant, and his slave-struggling face was sordid: “Then you **** it!”
Usma would be calm and not afraid. Instead, he grunted and held the Seven-Star Sword in both hands: “Yes, so, I want to understand. Let you catch up and kill. I might as well fight with you. You kill, so even if you die, it’s a bit dignified.”
After struggling for a slave, it took him a long time to react: “This is what you said!”
There are reasons why the fight for slavery is like this. First of all, he really didn’t think that Uthma would be so kind and would fight against himself.
After all, Usma didn’t seem to be able to fight at all, the Seven Star Sword in his hand was more like a decoration.
Struggling for slaves is an honest person, different from Guanghui who likes to shirk responsibilities, different from Li Jiu who likes yin people, and even more different from Shiluo who only bullies less, even just by Usma. The giant shot by the poisonous arrow is still different.
The latter would only call people when he was in danger. The fourth enemy was close, second only to Chi You’s ability to fight for slaves, and he was killed because of the call of the giant.
Struggling for slaves is a very upright person, admiring solo fight, of course, his solo fight is limited to himself, it doesn’t matter how many people you come, he is alone.
If Uthma kept running, he would catch up and chop Uthma.
But now Usma actually stopped to ask for a heads-up, and in the heart of the struggle for slavery, he couldn’t help but glanced at Usma Gao.
Immediately, Zeng slave slowly revealed the bronze knife in his hand.
Usma did not dare to be careless, and also took out the Seven Star Sword.
It seems that the two really want to single out like that.
“I have a few more words to say before hitting.” Usma’s hand holding the knife was shaking.
The fight for slavery is also generous. In the face of the enemy who killed his brother, he can remain generous: “You said.”
Usma nodded: “Okay, first, let’s not allow outsiders in singles, right?”
It doesn’t matter to fight for slavery: “Anyway, I am alone, and you can call for help.”
“You and I are all alone.”
These words made Zengnu look up at Usma again, wondering if this is a hidden master?
Usma went on to say: “Second, since it is a heads-up, it is the two of us, can we discuss it, the winner should not kill the loser.”
Zeng slave narrowed his eyes: “Do you think it is possible?”
Usma rubbed her nose in embarrassment: “Impossible.”
Zhengnu took a deep breath: “Don’t worry, I will let you die without pain. I am different from the second brother. I will not torture my opponent.”
Usma put on a calm expression: “Let’s do it, if you say so, then I have no opinion, come on, let’s do it!”
When he said this, Usma had a resolute expression on his face. When the slaves were all ready to kill Usma, he never thought that Usma was just walking forward. After five or six steps, he turned and ran.
Seeing this scene, Zeng Slave’s eyes stared out, and he screamed.
You have said so much, I am ready to singles out. Are you going to run?
Bastard! No credit at all.
Anxious in his heart, Zeng Slave strode forward, seeing that he couldn’t catch up, so he shouted and jumped up.
Usma looked back and saw her, tripped her right leg under her feet, and threw it directly to the ground with a snap.
The bronze sword in the hand of the slave who jumped in the air was about to smash it, and it was a coincidence that Usma hid it.
Before he landed, he still had a very surprised expression. He asked whether this guy wanted to attack him before he landed.
Is he underestimating himself?
Doubtful, Zeng Nu saw that Usma had lost the Seven Star Sword, and instead picked up an arm-thick stick on the ground.
What is this going to do?
Zheng Slave didn’t understand, but when he landed in the next second, he understood Usma’s intention.
Originally, the slaves were all ready to adjust their body shape in time after landing, but they never thought that they landed on the ground, but they did not have the sense of solidity that they used to step on the ground. On the contrary, it was covered with a layer of withered grass. Under the ground, it was soft and greasy.
As soon as he landed, he sank his legs directly into his knees.
Fighting for slaves was shocked, and when he pulled the thatch away with his hands, everyone was stupid.
Under the thatch, there is clearly a mud pit.
Immediately, the fight for slavery will jump out before sinking in.
But when I had thought, Uxma was waiting, and when the fight for slaves turned his upper body, Uxma swung the stick in his hand.
Struggling for slavery was originally a panic in the heart, messing up the rules, and couldn’t prevent the stick of Usma at all.
Usma knocked on the forehead with a stick, snorted, and fell backward.
With this crooked body, Zheng Slave subconsciously stretched out his hand to press down to stabilize the body.
But I never thought that the tentacles were sticky, and half of his arm was directly pressed into the mud.
For a time, the struggle for slavery began to struggle.
But this mud pit is similar to a swamp, the more you struggle for slavery, the deeper your body sinks into it.
Usma also used a stick to fight for slaves.
Feeling helpless, Zheng Nu took his arm to cover the stick that Usma had smashed down.
All of a sudden, Uxma seemed to be hammering a nail, smashing the slave struggle into the pit.
Except for the upper part of the chest, the other parts of the body of the slave were swallowed by mud, and his hands and feet could not move.
He stared at Usma with rounded eyes.
Usma would laugh slyly, lost the stick in her hand, and picked up the Seven-Star Sword from the ground again: “Come on with me, kid, you don’t even ask, the first person in the world once made me crazy. Now, what are you? Do you think your Usma uncle Lihuo is the name of the war god? Tell you, there may be many war gods in the Federation, but only my Usma uncle is the true **** of war!”
Speaking hard, Usma used the Seven Star Sword to stab the slaves.
Fighting slaves thought about avoiding, but his body didn’t allow him to make other extra moves, he could only be fixed in the quagmire.
Although being unable to move is bad news for slavery, there is still good news.
That is Uthma holding the Seven-Star Sword, unable to reach herself.
This is not the case. Usma swung it several times, and the Seven Star Sword was just playing a shadow in front of Zhengnu, and Zhengnu let out a sigh of relief.
Usma frowned, “Damn, it’s not long enough.”
Zeng Slave’s face was not in panic, but instead a vicious expression: “What if you pit me in! Do you think I really can’t get out!!!”
As he talked about slavery, he began to shout all over to break free from the mud.
After all, it is not a swamp, and it is not impossible for this mud pit to come out.
This is not, under the tremendous power of the struggle for slavery, on the mud pit, with the struggle for slavery as the center, a big bag is bulged.
Normal people are afraid that they will panic when they see this scene, Usma doesn’t.
He looked at the slavery and snorted: “Run out? Humph, you think too much, do you really think I can’t reach you?”
The slave who was struggling to come out was taken aback when he heard the words, then let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Usma suspiciously.
But when I saw it, Usma thrust the Seven Star Sword into the ground, and then stretched out his hand to untie his belt.
Fighting for slavery panicked: “What are you doing? Don’t mess around.”
Usma: “···”
Speaking Kung Fu, Usma took the belt and picked up the wooden stick thrown on the ground, wrapped the wooden stick and the hilt of the Seven-Star Sword with the belt, and made a two-meter-long iron spear.
The face of Zheng slave changed drastically.
Usma held his pants in one hand, and a self-made iron spear in the other. He smiled: “This time, let’s see how you hide.”
Both hands and feet of the fight for slaves were all sunk in the mud pit, watching Usma hand over the Seven Star Sword with a wooden stick, but there was no way.
With a snort, the Seven-Star Sword plunged into the chest of the slave who had no precautions.