Barre was running downhill, rolling and throwing himself on the ground. In front of him was a barren rocky hill, with no grass growing, and the blood mist had not yet spread.
Barre breathed a sigh of relief. On the edge of the stone hill was a ten thousand-foot cliff. The steep rock was like a knife and an axe, and it was all bare. There was no vine to climb on. He gritted his teeth, clasped his fingers like tiger claws, leaned over to grab the stone wall, and planned to
Climb down risking his life. As long as he can escape with his life this time, he will work hard and practice hard, and he will no longer be a lost dog.
The tiger's claws stretched out, but missed. Barre was stunned and grabbed the rock again. It was clearly close at hand, but he couldn't touch it. Barre was so anxious that he tried a circle around the cliff, but the result was still the same. "Damn it, is there a formation here? Or is it some kind of blind trick?" Barre was irritable and frightened. After thinking about it, he simply changed his mind, closed his eyes and rushed out of the cliff.
"Thump thump thump—" His feet felt like solid ground. Barre opened his eyes, his expression changed dramatically, and he was running back in the direction he came from!
"Ah!" Barre roared up to the sky, like a trapped and injured tiger that could never break free from the cage. After half a stick of incense, Zhiyou saw Barre's lonely figure. His steps were sluggish, his expression was sluggish, and his whole figure was hollowed out. Zhiyou let out a harsh laugh, ran over staggeringly, grabbed him and howled: "You still want to run away? Can you run away? This is the ancestral family's desperate battle! We are all finished, we have to wait to die! We all
I’m going to die! It’s all you, the brainless son of a bitch, who hurt me, it’s all you!”
"You son of a bitch are crazy!" Barre angrily pushed away Zhiyou, who fell to the ground with his hair disheveled and beat his chest.
"Qiang!" During the siege, Sun Hu saw the opportunity, and the flaming red copper rod swung its tail like a fire dragon, setting off a row of violent waves of fire and sweeping towards Wu Qi's waist.
This stick had been prepared for a long time, and it was inevitable to attack him. Wu Qi had to withdraw the long sword that stabbed Ma Hua at his side, touched the ground with his left foot, and jumped forward to meet him.
The swords and sticks struck each other first, and then made a series of dense sounds. The sword's edge quivered like a bird's feathers, touching the stick body again and again. Every time it touched, a part of the stick's strength was dissolved; every time it hit, it moved Wu Qi's body.
Moving around and changing directions, waves of attacks from the horses passed by him repeatedly, without any hits.
Sun Hu roared again, and the turbid energy from his body poured out without reservation. The flaming red copper rod suddenly changed its momentum and spun as fast as a roller, forcing Wu Qi's long sword to block it and keep retreating.
Wu Qi secretly sneered. Sun Hu was squandering his turbid energy and attacking fiercely, but it would definitely not last long. Once his energy was exhausted, it would be the moment for him to take his life.
"Hoo hoo hoo—" The stick wheel turned faster and faster, bringing up a whirlpool of turbulent air. "Bang!" A horse on the side was affected by the strong energy and was involved in it. Blood all over his body flew into the sky, covering his body.
caught Wu Qi’s sight.
Without thinking, Wu Qi pulled away and retreated, while laying down layers of defensive sword light around him. "Bang!" Another horse was picked up by the flaming red copper rod, and like a thrown boulder, it slammed into Wu Qi.
Blood spattered angrily. As soon as Wu Qi's long sword touched the horse-turned-horse, the opponent's whole body exploded. A few drops of blood passed through the dense sword network and splashed on his face, causing burning pain. Wu Qi retreated hastily, but the long sword barely blocked.
He fired the flaming copper stick, and immediately after, another horse was caught in the wheel of the stick and hit hard.
Wu Qi was secretly anxious, and Sun Hu was already red-blooded and would not hesitate to take the lives of his tribe members. The turbid air was poured into Ma Hua's body through the flaming red copper rod. As soon as the sword came into contact, it immediately exploded, and the inner energy was everywhere.
Shooting is no less than killing with a concealed weapon.
In the blink of an eye, another horse was entangled in the stick and slammed into it!
Wu Qi snorted coldly, knowing Sun Hu's plan, how could he tell him to get what he wanted? He turned his body slightly to get out of the way of the horse, and the long sword, filled with fierce sword energy, passed through the shadows of the stick and went straight through the center of the stick wheel. "Dang-" The sound of metallic shock came out harshly, and the rapidly spinning stick was like a poisonous snake stabbed seven inches, limply hanging down. The Wu Qi sword suddenly bounced up, and hit Sun Hu's throat at a high speed like lightning and flint.
, don’t spare any effort!
This sword targeted the weakest point of the stick wheel. It had been planned for a long time, and it was bound to win! The sword tip was getting closer and closer to the throat, and Wu Qi showed a proud smile on his lips. After all, he was a wild monkey, how could he compare to Shangyu?
A swordsmanship that is as wonderful as the gods and humans?
Seeing the tip of the sword touching his throat, the smile on Wu Qi's face froze. His right arm was suddenly grabbed by a rough hand, and he could no longer stretch forward.
He turned back in shock, the horse grinning, its suddenly long arm grabbed his right arm, and the other hand hit his right rib. It was the horse that had just been hit by the stick and wheel!
The wild monkey is cheating! Suddenly, Wu Qi suddenly realized that Sun Hu's stick was actually used with skillful force, and the horse turned into a horse without being filled with turbid energy!
Sun Hu first sacrificed a few tribesmen to confuse himself, and then sent the horse over, making himself mistakenly believe that the opponent would explode, ignored it, and took the opportunity to make a sneak attack!
"Creak!" Wu Qi's arm was pinched so hard that it hurt. Sun Hu shook his head with a smile, avoided the tip of the sword, and slashed down with his stick! At the same time, Ma Hua's hard fist hit Wu Qi's right rib, beating him badly.
He staggered and his ribs made a slight cracking sound.
It was too late to draw his sword and fight back. Wu Qi managed to gather his energy, lowered his wrist, and sealed the flaming red copper stick with his sword.
"Boom!" The fierce energy shook Wu Qi and he staggered back, with stars in his eyes. Even so, he did not forget to draw down his long sword and kill the Ma Hua who was dragging his right arm.
"Bang, bang, bang!" More than a dozen horses jumped up, and dozens of arms suddenly stretched out, grabbing Wu Qi's body and tearing with all their strength!
Wu Qi roared in pain, and the long sword glowed brightly. It circled around, blood flew out, and the thick, furry arms fell to the ground. Several hands were grabbing Wu Qi's bloody flesh.
Before Wu Qi could catch his breath, Sun Hu's flaming red copper rod was thrown out with all his strength. The turbid air was overwhelming like a mountain, and the giant ape's Dharma Prime let out a deafening roar.
"Boom!" The sticks and swords struck each other, and the sword let out a cry. Wu Qi flew backwards, his face turned pale, and a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Unexpectedly, Wu Qi was tricked by Sun Hu once." From the high-rise building where Barre held a banquet in the past, Zhi Kaizhen looked at the battle situation on the hillside and was quite surprised. "Bang, bang, bang," several damaged bamboo windows were lifted up by the mountain wind.
, was thrown into the air and fell heavily outside the building, shattering into pieces.
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No living person could be seen below, and no bones were left. The blood mist was overwhelming, swallowing up most of the village, and poured towards the pile of rocks on the hillside, completely surrounding it.
"The Yu people have always been arrogant. Over the years, they have commanded the wilderness and been pampered. They have gradually lost their former bloody nature. Little did they know that Ma Hua has lived in the dangerous wilderness for a long time, fighting with beasts, people and heaven. It can be said that he has gone through hundreds of battles, traveled through life and death,
Who is not familiar with some cunning tricks?" Wang Ziqiao said indifferently, "What's more, regardless of martial arts, martial arts or swordsmanship, the main thing is to be upright and supplemented by magic. Fighting, training, dealing with others... it's all like this.
As the saying goes, 'All things are changeable, but change is inseparable.'"
Zhikari thought for a while and said happily: "You can always gain something by talking to Mr." He turned his eyes and walked to the big tiger-skin chair in the middle, stroking the thick and soft fur, and said with emotion: "Barre's favorite
This chair, because it was my father’s seat during his lifetime, represents the power of the clan leader.”
The night wind blew in from all sides, and one of the supporting pillars on the ground floor had half collapsed and was shaking wildly. The whole bamboo building shook violently and began to tilt to the left. The tiger leather chair also slid over and was pressed down by Zhikari Zhen.
Live. "It's a pity that he doesn't understand that what matters is not the chair, but the kind of person who sits on it."
Wang Ziqiao smiled: "I don't think so. Zhiye and Barre are gone, but this chair is still here."
Zhikarizhen's beautiful eyebrows were raised slightly, the fire was spreading from a ruin and was about to burn the bamboo building.
Wang Ziqiao said again: "You are cautious enough, are you still waiting for the Yu clan's back-up plan?"
"It seems like there won't be any." Zhikari said with a smile, "I'm just worrying too much."
There was a loud "boom", like a thunderbolt from the blue. A huge fireball exploded on the hillside, and the dazzling fire lit up the night sky as bright as day. Zhi Qi could clearly see that Sun Hu and Wu Qi were blown to pieces and were about to collapse. "Sun Hu blew himself up with the flaming red copper rod!" Wang Ziqiao looked at it carefully and couldn't help but praise him, "What a brave Ma Hua who is not afraid of death and will break when he is broken! Only in this way can he be worthy of his superior skills.
A top swordsman from the Yu Clan."
"It saved me a lot of hands and feet." Zhikarizhen walked down the bamboo ladder slowly. The flames licked the support pillars on the ground floor and began to jump upward. After a pause, Zhikarizhen retracted his steps and grabbed the tiger with his backhand.
The big leather chair was pushed into the fire.
The fire suddenly burst out, and the tiger skin burned and rolled, emitting a pungent scorch smell, and the chair was burned with a "crackling" sound. Zhiqiu glanced at Wang Ziqiao as if nothing, then walked down the stairs and walked straight towards the hillside.
Go.
"Boom!" The dust and smoke rose, and the bamboo building collapsed behind the two of them, turning into a raging fire. As Zhikarizhen moved forward, his hands turned into magic talismans. "Rumble--" The ground shook and the mountains shook, leaving ruins in ruins.
It exploded after Zikari Ma, and debris flew into the sky without leaving any traces.
Suddenly, a rapid whistle sounded from the hillside, like a taut iron string that bounced high into the sky and swayed far into the mountains.
"It's Wu Qi's howl!" Wang Ziqiao's eyes flashed.
"He's asking for help!" Zhikarizhen's heart sank.
"There is a sword master of the Yu clan who has refining the gods and returned to the void!" The expressions of both of them changed.
The whistle became more and more urgent. Wu Qi's hair was unkempt, his skin was withered and his flesh was scorched. He was fighting hard with Sun Hu with his sword, and he was screaming fiercely.
Sun Hu was also scarred, and his chest and back were covered with hot blisters. But he was more aggressive and aggressive, punching and kicking Wu Qi desperately, ignoring the light of the sword.
The movements of both sides are getting slower and slower, and their energy is getting weaker and weaker, as if they are fighting. It is difficult to apply any martial arts, swordsmanship, and body skills, leaving only the tired ones to fight against each other.
All around, Ma Hua's severed limbs were scattered all over the ground. More than ten feet away, Barre was lying in disgrace, with his left arm blown off and his right leg burned black and red. Half of his body was lying on the slope.
The head rolled "gulu" in the wind, and the old eyes were wide open, full of fear.
The whistling sound became intermittent and began to weaken. "Bah!" Wu Qi swung his sword and stabbed Sun Hu's lower abdomen, and was immediately hit hard on the shoulder by Sun Hu's punch. He slashed again, and Sun Hu punched again, like two wounded beasts.
, fight to the death.
"Stop!" Wu Qi finally couldn't help shouting, "If we continue to fight, we will both perish together!"
"Thieves, are you afraid? Let's die together, let's die together!" Sun Hu gasped and yelled, swinging his fists and hitting him again.
Wu Qi gradually exhausted his strength, and his whistling turned into a weak whimper. "Why hasn't Mr. Feng come yet? It's impossible, there is no way Mr. Feng can't make it..." Wu Qi was shocked and doubtful, with a look of despair on his face. "Bang!" Sun Hu grabbed Wu Qi's wrist, and the long sword fell to the ground. With a "click", Sun Hu twisted Wu Qi's wrist, threw Wu Qi over his shoulder, threw Wu Qi to the ground, rode up and punched Wu Qi hard. "Peng! Peng! Peng!" Sun Hu punched Wu Qi on the chest one after another. Blood spurted out and minced meat flew everywhere. Wu Qi's eyes gradually became fainter, and the breath from his mouth and nose gradually disappeared.
"In the end, we have to kill you, a bird! Haha, hahahaha!" Sun Hu looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. His laughter suddenly stopped, blood foam gushes from his mouth, his body fell back, and he died from exhaustion.
After a while, Barre stood up staggeringly and walked over step by step. "They are all dead." He murmured to himself and looked around blankly. Blood mist covered the sky, the earth's veins trembled, and the hillside seemed like an isolated island in the sea of blood.
Will sink.
There was a sudden pain in his waist, and the cold blade penetrated into his kidneys. Barre roared wildly, turned around and punched the man who attacked from behind until his ribs were broken.
"Ba Lang! It's you!" Ba Lei's eyes were splitting and he couldn't believe it.
"Barre, it's me..." Ba Lang smiled painfully and raised his wrist. The blade penetrated another three inches and cut the internal organs.
"Why, why kill me?" Ba Lei was so angry that he punched Ba Lang and broke Ba Lang's arm.
"You...won't...understand. By the way, before the young patriarch left, he had...a few words that he wanted me...to tell you." Ba Lang grabbed Barei with his other hand and gasped.
Said, "The young patriarch said, 'You cannot be loyal enough to monopolize power; you are not ruthless enough to raise tigers to cause trouble. You cannot be a hero of the Wu clan, and you are incapable of being a tyrant. You can still become a stepping stone for the revitalization of the Zhi clan."
Right."
Barei was stunned, his throat suddenly tightened, and he was bitten by Ba Lang, and blood spurted out.
"You're an immature wolf cub!" Barre punched wildly. Barre's teeth were white and he bit Barre's throat. He let his chest collapse from the blow and refused to let go.
Barre's fists became weaker and weaker, and finally he slumped down, his head tilted, and he died.
"Are you worthy of understanding wolves?" Ba Lang laughed miserably, spat out the flesh and blood in his mouth, and looked at the pile of rocks.
The blood mist surged and parted, revealing the figure of Shikari Makoto walking quickly.
"He's dying. Leave immediately before that Yu Clan comes!" Wang Ziqiao held down Zhikarizhen, and a paper crane floated out of his sleeves. It fluttered its feathers and spread its wings, turning into a tall white crane and sending out bursts of clear air.
唳.
On the hillside, Ba Lang shook his head at Zhikarizhen, resolute and decisive. He smiled with difficulty, turned around, raised his neck, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
The mountain wind blows, and the moon is full again.
Another year of loneliness.
Eminem, are you okay?
The separated blood mist undulated fiercely, and finally closed little by little, swarming up the hillside. The white crane emptied up, carrying Wang Ziqiao and Zhikarizhen and flew into the night sky.
The two heard a desolate wolf howl coming from far below. When they looked down, the blood mist surged like a sea, obscuring everything.
Eminem, here I come.
Zhikarizhen trembled all over and burst into tears.
"Before you support the wild people, I must secretly instruct you to kill Ba Lang afterwards, right?" Wang Ziqiao said calmly, "It's better to do this now, so as not to worry you."
The young man stared at Wang Ziqiao with tears in his eyes, but his eyes slowly revealed a strange determination: "You don't understand."
He understood his wish. He understood it when they met in the vegetable cellar ten years ago.
If you are a wolf, you will roar into the mountains.
The world is just another iron chain.
Zhikarizhen closed his eyes, high-fived and sang loudly:
"Wei Xiwei Xi,"
Strike the knife with its clang.
Bi Zijiujiu,
It’s better to bend than to bend!”
The song drifted away sadly, and in mid-air, a crimson sacrificial robe slowly fell down, sinking into the sea of blood, never to be seen again.