Quickly arriving in front of the giant tree that had been thrown aside, Qin Yong was just about to bend down and pick it up.

  Suddenly, a palm heavily slapped on his ancient bronze-colored, square and thick back.

  Although this force was like a mosquito bite to him, it had no effect on him.

  But being suddenly disturbed by someone still caused dissatisfaction for Qin Da.

  He turned his head in annoyance and saw a man behind him, gesticulating wildly with his hands.

  Originally, Soran Wood didn't understand Chinese, he couldn't communicate with Qin Yong verbally, so he could only use body language to express his hatred.

  However, he was also careful, and after a palm strike, he immediately flashed several meters away, tensely staring at Qin Yong's every move.

  He couldn't understand what the other person was doing at all, and Qin Yong looked at the torn wooden board with a mixture of confusion and expectation, wondering what kind of performance he could put on.

  However, in front of Qin Yong, being stared at by his prominent cow eyes and looking at his ferocious face covered with blood and brain matter, no one would have any pleasant feeling.

  Saruli picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Qin Yong with all his might.

  "Bang..."

  The stone slab smashed heavily onto Qin Yong's body, as if it had hit a steel plate, producing the sound of metal clashing against stone.

  Such a provocative action, even the stupidest person would understand his intention.

  Qin Yong's eyes immediately became fierce and menacing, fortunately he was originally a vicious and evil-looking person, so it didn't look like there was much change.

  He spread his legs and ran towards the wooden frame.

  Shuila Mu was both shocked and delighted, hastily turned around and fled in a cloud of smoke.

  "Here we go again."

  Qin Yong let out a loud roar, but his legs still didn't stop as he desperately sprinted forward.

  At least half of Hami's gaze and energy are left here.

  Although there is only one person here, this one person is enough to change the situation of the entire battlefield.

  Silently, Hamy's heart secretly cursed, why didn't he have such a monster under his command.

  Tearra Wood ran along the route Imani had taken, continuing to circle the large loop without a trace.

  He occasionally turned his head back to see if he was going too fast or too slow.

  Such an escape method is indeed tiring and humiliating.

  However, the tens of thousands of Xiongnu people present did not feel any shame, as if this was a matter of course.

  Dealing with Qin Yong, this inhuman human being, as long as we can slow down his pace, any method and means are reasonable.

  Qin Yong's anger gradually increased, he suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth wide.

  Everyone involuntarily covered their ears. As soon as they saw this action, anyone could guess that he was going to use his old trick again.

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  As expected, a similar sound, like the roar of an ancient giant beast gone mad, seemed to be the rumble of thunder from the nine heavens.

  That earth-shattering sound once again descended upon the world of men.

  Sarula's body shook slightly.

  His ears were already stuffed with thick cotton and covers.

  Even if someone were shouting in his ear, he would hardly be able to hear it.

  But at this time, he still felt a thunderous sound coming from behind him.

  His face changed immediately, and it was only then that he knew why Immanuel had been so unwell just now.

  Because the pressure he bore was absolutely far beyond anyone's imagination.

  Even with mental preparation and the best defense, he still felt terrified.

  So Immanuel, without any defense, faced with this sudden sonic weapon, did not faint on the spot, which is already an extraordinary thing.

  However, his miserable death might have been better off with a direct demise instead.

  Qin Yong sped up, a triumphant sneer on his face. Just now, he had been staring at that swaying back, and the violent anger in his heart surged again.

  Su La Mu stood up straight and shook his head, that dull feeling made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

  But he knew that at this moment, he was in danger.

  He forced himself to glance back, but his heart was pounding uncontrollably.

  At this time, Qin Yong, who was already considered gigantic in stature, had arrived within ten steps of him. The killing intent on his face made people's hearts tremble with fear.

  Under the threat of death, Sarra seemed to have suddenly gained a bit of strength and ran forward unsteadily.

  The pigeon saw by the eye is about to fly, Qin Da Yong Shi bursts forth like thunder, he speeds up, wanting to catch him before he fully recovers.

  All the Huns stared at this place with tension, and simultaneously, countless people shouted in unison:

  "Quick... quick... quick..."

  However, due to the national teacher's strict orders, or perhaps they knew that they could not threaten Qin Yong with force, so although they shouted loudly, no one dared to take action.

  It seemed that a hand had already touched his shoulder, and with a loud crack, the wooden heart was torn apart, but he didn't know where the strength came from.

  Suddenly, his legs regained their strength, and he ran swiftly, escaping the range of Qin Yong's grasp.

  Although his movements were clumsy, he had fallen once while running and had also crawled forward a distance using both hands and feet.

  But at this moment, all the Xiongnu people who were watching the battle couldn't help but let out a deep breath.

  Salah has not followed in Immanuel's footsteps after all.

  Qin Yong's eyes were almost spitting fire as he lowered his head to scan the surroundings, then suddenly turned around and ran to the side of that giant tree.

  He bent down and with one hand, he lifted up that heavy thing weighing several hundred catties.

  Then he quickly ran up.

  Suolamu ran while occasionally turning back to observe.

  Playing tag with Qin Yong is indeed challenging, requiring a certain distance that's neither too far nor too close.

  If it was too far away, Qin Yong knew he couldn't catch up, and all he could do was reluctantly give up. But if it was too close, then there would only be one outcome.

  Moreover, after blocking his ears, everything had to be observed with his eyes, and since he didn't have eyes on the back of his head, he naturally needed to frequently turn around.

  This time when he turned back, he unexpectedly found that Qin Yong's distance had increased a bit.

  He slowed down his pace, feeling strange in his heart, wondering if he had run too fast?

  However, he strangely felt that Qin Yong, who was closely pursuing behind, seemed to have changed a bit. But at this time, Suoluo Mu's mind was still a bit dizzy, and his energy couldn't be fully concentrated yet.

  He slowed down gradually, waiting for Qin Yong's pursuit.

  It was just when he raised his head that he unexpectedly discovered it.

  All the soldiers in front of him shouted loudly at him.

  He was greatly surprised and unconsciously turned his head back.

  At that moment, his pupils saw a huge black dot in front of him expanding rapidly until it covered himself.

  "Boom..."

  He was struck by a giant tree and flew high into the air.

  A sharp piece of wood pierced deeply into his abdomen, the tremendous impact sent his body flying out for dozens of feet before finally falling to the ground.

  No one is interested in looking anymore because they all know that Shilai Mu is dead, deader than dead.

  After taking such a blow, it's likely that only Qin Yong can survive unscathed.

  Unfortunately, Sarula was not Qin Yu, although his opponent was a great warrior of the Qin, but this obviously did nothing to help his life.

  Hahaha...

  A loud and violent laughter echoed far away, Qin Yong stepped forward to hug the giant tree that was already covered in blood, turned his head to confirm the direction, and walked towards the high platform.

  A thousand-man team stood in front of his advancing road, all the knights were tense, but there was never any hesitation in their eyes.

  They all saw that Qin Yong's route was heading towards the high platform, and those who could stay there were all high-ranking officials in the Xiongnu Empire.

  Once Qin Yong overturned this high platform, the impact would be irreparable.

  They were the thousand brave warriors who stood in front of him, each gripping their weapons tightly, even though they knew they couldn't inflict any harm on their opponent.

  But as long as one of them is still alive, Qin Yong will absolutely not be allowed to take a step closer to the high platform.

  "Uggghhh..."

  A loud bugle call came from far away.

  On the high platform, Khalami's face was filled with excitement and surprise. He pointed forward, where countless Xiongnu iron cavalry were fighting fiercely with the Cheng family's central army: "Chanyu, Huoluoyan is asking for our final blow. Central Army, we won..."

  Mengtu nodded heavily, his eyes also filled with excitement.

  "Chanyu, please take personal command of the army and lead us into battle..." Han Mi suddenly said.

  Modu was taken aback for a moment, but he immediately understood. His gaze looked far away at Qin Yong, who was getting closer and closer, and finally sighed: "Alright... let's go..."

  Orders come like mountains, and whatever is issued must be carried out.

  With a single order from Modu, the remaining 20,000 Golden Wolf Army began to move.

  One after another, the cavalry left their base camp and rushed towards that largest battlefield.

  The Huns were incredibly swift, and when Qin Yong finally arrived at the top of the high platform after a thousand hardships.

  He raised his eyes and gazed into the distance, but all that was left within his line of sight was a vast expanse of dust kicked up by horse hooves.

  He looked around in all directions, but within his line of sight, he could no longer see a single living soul.

  In the distance, he seemed to hear the roar of tens of thousands of people shouting in unison.

  That was the howl of the Huns, they were shouting loudly:

  "Long live... Long live... Long live..."

  Qin Yong's face was getting uglier and uglier.

  Suddenly, he tore open his throat and let out a loud roar that was in no way inferior to the one from the front.

  "I want a horse"

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