Chapter 18 The fish that slip through the net are hard to wait
"Peng!"
Thousands of flames spurted out, spitting out a quick-shooting stick shadow, which suddenly turned and twisted in Barre's field of vision, bypassed the thunder witch, and hit him on the back.
Barre fell forward, roaring and spitting out blood. For some reason, there was a gap between him and Dharma, making it difficult for him to move freely. It wasn't until he was hit that the Thunder Witch Dharma reacted and stretched out his claws to block the pursuing attacker.
Here comes the stick head.
The head of the stick swayed, spinning into a dazzling stick shadow, and it was unclear where it landed. The Thunder Witch Dharma Prime flapped its wings fiercely, but inexplicably stopped midway, and the shot was empty.
Barre's heart sank, and he kicked off his left leg in a hurry, taking advantage of the fall to rush forward. "Bang!" The flaming red copper rod quickly caught up with him and hit his calf, causing the flesh and blood to erode, and the flames surged up.
The skin of the legs and thighs were burned to the point of being charred and fleshy.
"Hahahaha! A little loach in a village, you still want to turn the world upside down?" Sun Hu laughed wildly and did not chase after him. He held a stick and pointed at Barre, "Come on, come on, we haven't had enough fun yet.
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Barry was shocked and angry. He rolled and jumped up, using all his strength to activate the turbid energy. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and a small hole seemed to have opened in his body, and the turbid energy continued to leak out. The more he exercised, the more turbid energy leaked out.
The faster you go, the more you can no longer flexibly control the Thunder Witch Dharma.
Sun Hu's stick shadow once again covered Barei.
Barei managed to calm down, and the Thunder Wizard waved his claws to block. Unexpectedly, as soon as he exerted his strength, the turbid energy poured out violently. "Hoo!" The shadows of thousands of sticks condensed into one, fast and fierce, as heavy as a thousand guns.
, smashed down with the force of a huge mountain.
"Bang!" The magic form of the thunder witch collapsed at the first touch, half of the form completely collapsed, and purple lightning splashed. Barre was sent flying by the impact, thrown more than ten feet away, and fell heavily into the burning ruins, with most of his sternum collapsed. Immediately afterwards, he
He staggered up and ran away into the distance while spurting out blood.
Deep in the darkness, a pair of wolf-like eyes chased Barre's figure.
"If Barre knew that his technique had been tampered with, he would be in a very wonderful mood." Prince Qiao said with a hint of regret. The changes in the seven emotions and six desires of creatures have always been the best tonic for evil spirits outside the territory. During the drought that year, he planted walnuts and gave peaches as gifts.
There are countless people alive, just to absorb the spiritual changes in everyone's minds and heal the severely damaged hearts.
"Barre fled to Zhiyou. It seems he is still unwilling to give in and wants to make a last ditch effort." Zhikari sighed softly. Barre was finished, and the backlash from the Thunder Witch Refining Sifangtian had just begun.
He turned back and his eyes lingered for a long time between the waterfall, the altar, and the surrounding valleys, as if he wanted to take it all deep into his heart.
Wang Ziqiao also seemed to sigh silently: "The old nest is empty and facing the distant shadow. I don't know how old I am when I go to a foreign country."
Zhikarizhen glanced at him: "I wonder where your hometown is, sir?"
Wang Ziqiao looked back at him indifferently: "Is it time to clean up the mess?"
Zhikari hesitated for a moment and said: "Wait a little longer."
"You are losing both energy and blood at the moment, so you must not have enough power to drive the witch formation, so you have to wait for Sun Hu and Wu Qi to fight and both sides will be injured."
"Sir, there is no need to test anymore. Although I am not in good condition, I can still control the blood sacrifice formation. I just want to wait a little longer——"
Wang Ziqiao's eyes flashed: "Do you suspect that besides Wu Qi, there is a Yu clan besides Shanzhai?"
There was a trace of worry on Zhi Shou Zhen's face: "Since my ancestors of the Zhi clan moved to Bailing Mountain, the Yu clan may have followed. According to my father's guess, they have been spying on the Zhi clan for eight hundred years."
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Wang Ziqiao said: "It can be seen that the Yu clan attaches great importance to the Zhi clan. In this case, Wu Qi alone should not be sent here. With his cultivation of refining qi and returning the spirit, he may not be able to firmly control the Zhi clan."<
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"That's what you said, sir." Zhikari said, "In the past eight hundred years, the Yu Clan's personnel may have rotated, but there should always be someone who takes charge of the overall situation and is responsible for scheduling. That Yu Clan may be outside Bailing Mountain at this moment."
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"Perhaps he is still a master of the Yu Clan who has reached the level of refining gods and returning to the void." Wang Ziqiao's expression changed, "However, your father Zhiye never lured him out when he used himself as bait, which shows that the Yu Clan may not exist. Yu Clan may not exist.
The clan has always been arrogant, and maybe they think that a sword cultivator who can refine qi and restore the spirit is enough."
"When life and death are on the line, how can we talk about 'maybe'? If there is such a person, we can only close the net when he comes in." Zhikarizhen pondered for a moment, bowed to Prince Qiao and gave a long bow: "When the time comes, I'll have you, Mr. Lao.
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Wang Ziqiao looked at the deep and undulating mountains outside the village, and smiled meaningfully: "You have the Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Technique in your hand, so I can only fight hard."
The light of the sword is like snow, and the blood is like red plum blossoms, flying in the air.
Wu Qi's eyes were cold and stern, and he slowly drew his sword. Finally, a horse fell down in front of him, and blood gushed out from his vest and quickly seeped into the ground.
Zhiyou looked at the Ma Hua corpses on the ground. His trembling legs gradually stood up straight, and there was a bit of joy in his eyebrows. Fortunately, he held his thigh correctly. Under the invincible sword of the Yu Clan, no matter how ferocious Ma Hua was,
It's a monkey.
"Noble Master Wu Qi, these horse-turned-barbarians can die under your sword. It's a blessing from the past life." Zhiyou took a step forward, bowed his back and said with a smile.
The tips of Wu Qi's ears trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look into the distance. After a few breaths, Barre was covered in blood and ran all the way.
"The Immortal is stupid, how did he get here?" Zhiyou was startled, but then he felt relieved. Anyway, if the sky fell, Wu Qi would be the one to hold it up.
"Zhiyou! Get out of here, you little brat! If we don't fight together, the village will be doomed!" Barei shouted as he walked through the pile of rocks. More than ten feet behind him, Sun Hu laughed wildly.
As they strode forward, dozens of horses cheered in front of and behind them, making a lot of noise.
Zhiyou said nothing and quietly retracted his body.
Barre staggered up the shallow slope, bumped into Wu Qi, and couldn't help but be startled. "Zhiyou, who is he?" Barre instinctively clenched his fists to protect his chest, and stepped back a few steps. Before he could get close, a cold and cold breath came out.
The sword energy cut his skin and made his hairs stand on end.
Zhiyou coughed dryly and looked around without answering. Barei was surprised and confused. He glanced at Wu Qi a few times, then looked back at Sun Hu who was chasing him. He gritted his teeth and simply stopped, tearing off a piece of his trousers and hastily
Tie the wound.
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"Haha, little loach, let's see where you run away!" Sun Hu smiled ferociously and somersaulted up the hillside. When he saw the corpses of horses scattered around him, he immediately became furious. He led a team of a hundred people and fought a fierce battle with the Wu clan with only one victory.
There were more than ten tribesmen here, but there were more than twenty corpses lying here. How can I explain it when I go back?
A gust of mountain wind blew by, and a string of blood beads rolled down from Wu Qi's sword edge.
"You bastard!" Sun Hu raised his nose and glared at Wu Qi angrily with red eyes, gnashing his teeth in hatred, "We will beat your muscles, peel off your skin, and suck out your blood!"
"Tian Noise!" Wu Qi flicked his wrist, his sword trembled slightly, and his clear chant could be heard endlessly, overpowering Sun Hu's roar.
"Death to our family!" Sun Hu screamed loudly, holding up the flaming red copper stick with both hands. The giant ape appeared behind him, and he clasped his hands in the same posture.
The flaming red copper stick was slowly raised high, stirring up flying sand and rocks, and the strong wind was flying around. Zhiyou's face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground. He only felt that the flaming red copper stick magnified infinitely in front of his eyes, as if the sky was collapsing, and he couldn't breathe.
Angry. Barre's complexion changed slightly. It turned out that Sun Hu had just fought with him and had not gone all out.
Wu Qi stood proudly, his long sword hanging flat, and the tip of the sword kept vibrating at a frequency that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, creating a shimmering and dense brilliance.
"Boom!" Suddenly, the flaming red copper stick slowed down to a speed, and hit the head with lightning speed. The air seemed to be torn apart, and the air waves rolled violently to both sides, making the sound of "cracking, popping, popping" firecrackers.
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At the same time, the long sword was lifted up, turning into a brilliant and frightening rainbow, soaring into the sky.
In an instant, swords and sticks clashed in mid-air, and the sound of gold and stone clashing resounded loudly in the mountains and fields. "Creak, crunch -" a heart-wrenching sound came out, the swords and sticks rubbed against each other, each refusing to give way, and splashing a series of sparks.
Sun Hu roared violently, and the muscles in his arms bulged. The mountain ape's appearance actually swelled a circle, like a giant man standing on the sky and the ground, exerting great strength to use all his strength to support the body of the stick. "Giggle--" The flaming red copper stick became more and more intense.
Shen, and pressed down little by little, the long sword couldn't help but droop, and the sword bent into an arched arc.
Wu Qi snorted coldly, twisting his wrist suddenly, and the long sword turned around like a white python, spinning around the flaming red copper stick. "Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!" The tip of the sword was like a shower hitting banana trees, rushing against the stick at a dizzying speed, each time
With one click, the stick trembled. In the blink of an eye, thousands of sword points passed by, and the flaming red copper stick finally exhausted all its strength and fell softly. The long sword flashed with cold light, and quickly moved up against the stick body, rushing forward.
Sun Hu's chest.
The change of this sword is clever and the attack is sudden. It strikes just when Sun Hu is getting old with his stick, and he has learned the essence of martial arts.
The tip of the sword approached quickly, and Sun Hu felt a stinging pain in his heart. A bit of extremely sharp sword energy penetrated the vine armor and penetrated into his flesh. He looked stern. Once he was stabbed by the tip of the sword, even the Eighty-Nine Gong might not be able to stop it.
, and it was too late to draw back the stick.
"Bang!" Sun Hu leaned back, whipped out a lightning leg, and hit the tip of the sword. The tip of the sword swung outwards, turned with the force, and cut into Sun Hu's lower body without mercy.
The shadows of his legs were flying, as fast as the wind howling. Sun Hu kicked the sword away again and again, and was approached by the sword again and again, as if he was tightly entangled by the endless waves of swords, and it was difficult to escape. Even if Sun Hu Kong was powerful,
The turbid air was so strong that I couldn't help but sweat on my forehead, and my breathing gradually became rapid.
"Pa!" Sun Hu made a chain kick and hit the sword in the middle. Without waiting for the sword to change, his left arm suddenly stretched out and grabbed the sword. "Zi——" His huge furry claws clasped the sword firmly, and with a strike
He pulled it out and shouted: "Death to our family!" The flaming red copper rod was driven straight towards Wu Qi, and a stream of flames spurted out.
Wu Qi's eyes were full of sarcasm, and his five fingers raised lightly. With a "swish" sound, the long sword, like a slippery fish, came out of Sun Hu's palm and threw it into Wu Qi's hand. The sword of the Yu clan is its own sharp beak. Once it is refined,
They are inseparable and can naturally reach the point where man and sword become one. But if other creatures practice swordsmanship, it will be extremely difficult for them to unite with sword after spending decades of effort.
The sword light turned and slashed down with an invincible force. The flaming red copper stick was struck as if struck by thunder, and the blazing fire was submerged in the dense sword energy. Wu Qi jumped straight up, with a graceful and erratic posture.
Like a big bird flying with the light of a sword.
"Flying Feathered Sword Dance!" Sun Hu's eyes bulged, his face full of horror, the flaming red copper rod spinning like a wheel, desperately protecting his vitals. "You are from the Tianhuang Yu Clan!"
Wu Qi smiled coldly, shook his sword light, and fired thousands of cold stars around Sun Hu, launching a rapid attack like mercury pouring down the ground. Sometimes he struck forward continuously, sometimes he feinted around, looking to the left, and suddenly to the right.
Countless sword lights went back and forth, cutting at will, and white rainbows of sword energy swept through the sky and lingered for a long time. Barley was dazzled by the onlookers, with cold sweat dripping down his face: There is such a martial art in the world!
With a sound of "嗗拉", the sword light was as fast as a thunderbolt. It passed through the shadows of many sticks and left a white mark on Sun Hu's left shoulder. Sun Hu reluctantly swung his stick to fight back, but Wu Qi retreated gracefully. Not long after, the sword light flashed again.
As it passed by, Sun Hu was struck by another sword on his waist. Although he was invulnerable with the eighty-nine skills, the sharp sword energy penetrated his body and penetrated straight into his lungs, causing the movement of turbid energy to stagnate.
In just one stick of incense, many white marks appeared on Sun Hu's body, and he howled in pain. Suddenly, one of the white marks slowly oozed blood, and then more than a dozen blood stains appeared all over his body. Sun Hu's heart suddenly sank, and his heart sank.
I know that my internal organs have been damaged and the turbid Qi is not flowing smoothly, and I can no longer control the eight or nine skills freely.
"Kill him!" Sun Hu shouted, and the surrounding Ma Hua screamed and swarmed towards him.
"No one will come again." About half an hour later, Wang Ziqiao looked far into the distance and shook his head slightly.
"I'm worrying too much." Zhikarizhen breathed a sigh of relief, bit his finger, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the altar.