The black-clothed men from the Berwick family were all frightened out of their wits. You must know that Van der Sar was the strongest among them, the only mid-level Heavenly Ranker, and he was beaten to death like this. How could we still fight this battle?
In the future, they will not be given a chance to react. The Tu people have been oppressed by various forces in recent years, so they will naturally not be polite.
The golden staff in her hand pointed forward, and the Tu people behind her immediately pounced on the men in black like wolves and tigers.
Ever since Ye Bufan helped retrieve the golden staff, the strength of the Tu clan has been greatly improved. In addition to Wood, who is at the Dzogchen level, there are dozens of people who have stepped into the threshold of the heaven level.
On the other hand, the men in black from the Liebeck family were very aggressive when they arrived, but their cultivation levels were generally only at Xuan level or above. This disparity in strength could not be called a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.
In almost a few breaths, these black men were already dead and injured.
Bebeto, the black wizard standing nearby, his black robe trembling, was obviously shocked. He did not expect that the Tu people, who had always been weak and easy to bully, suddenly transformed from a sheep into a tiger.
He raised the staff in his hand and uttered a series of obscure spells. Then he saw a stream of black energy shoot out from the staff, and finally turned into a large black snake several feet long, hovering above his head.
"Go to hell, you lowly bitch."
Bebeto waved the staff in his hand, and the big snake instantly turned into tens of thousands of small black snakes, shooting at the Tu tribe people next to him like lightning.
This is the dark witchcraft he has at his disposal, called the Ten Thousand Snakes Soul-eating Technique. No matter who it is, once those little black snakes enter their body, their souls will be completely swallowed up, and they will eventually turn into a walking corpse.
Originally, he thought that coming here today was just a formality and there was no need for him to take action at all, but he didn't expect that it would turn out like this.
In order to quickly reverse the situation, he took action and used his most powerful black magic.
In Bebeto's view, as long as he completes this technique, the opponent will be dead and there will be no room for reversal.
It's a pity that he doesn't understand the Tu tribe very well and doesn't understand the horror of the sacred golden staff.
He had just used the Ten Thousand Snakes Soul-Eating Technique, and the golden staff in Future's hand began to glow with dazzling golden light.
Those little black snakes, as soon as they came into contact with the golden light, were as if they had met their nemesis. They were burned to pieces in the blink of an eye, leaving no residue behind.
"This...is this a holy cultivator?"
A hoarse voice came from Bebeto's black robe, which was enough to show his shock.
This guy never expected to visit the Tu tribe and meet a holy-level cultivator.
Realizing that something was not going well, he immediately waved the staff in his hand and turned it into a black smoke, which quickly floated into the distance.
It's a pity that the future will not give him a chance to escape. The golden staff in his hand once again burst out with a dazzling golden light, instantly covering the black smoke.
"ah!"
Bebeto's pitiful cry came from the golden light, and soon the black energy was purified by the golden light, and finally only a staff fell to the ground.
In this way, in just ten minutes, the strong men sent by the Berwick family were completely slaughtered by the Tu tribe.
"Long live the Tu people!"
At this moment, Wood led countless Tu people to kneel on the ground, raised their hands to the sky, and vented their excitement.
After many years, they were finally proud and able to protect their people and land.
Future's little face was also filled with excitement. She held the golden staff in her hand and looked towards the direction of Apple City.
"Brother Ye, thank you. It is you who made the Tu people stand up again. No one can break up our alliance!"
At the Apple Hotel, Cao Xinghua and others had been busy outside for a day. When they returned to the hotel, they were already exhausted. After all, they were all octogenarians.
Cao Xinghua and Lou Baiming lived in the same room. After dinner, they took a bath and then lay on the bed to rest.
"What do you think senior brother is busy with these days?"
Cao Xinghua asked while chatting.
"Who knew? Senior brother is someone who does big things. How could we have guessed it?"
Cao Xinghua's weather-beaten face was full of emotion: "Yes, senior brother is indeed a person who can do great things. With him, we see hope for the revitalization of traditional Chinese medicine.
We never dreamed that Chinese medicine could go abroad before, but we didn’t expect that today we would be in country M and win the respect of the whole world.”
Lou Baiming followed up and said: "Yes, if we have senior fellow practitioners, Chinese medicine can flourish and eventually become the greatest medicine in all mankind..."
While they were talking, suddenly a black shadow slowly appeared in the room. This person was wrapped tightly from head to toe, with only two eyes shining with a fierce cold light.
Seeing a person suddenly appear in the room, the two old men Cao Xinghua were startled.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Cao Xinghua asked nervously.
"Who am I? I am the one who sends you to see God."
The man chuckled, obviously not paying attention to the two old men in front of him. "Let me, the Night Butcher, come and kill you two worthless old people. It's really overkill and underuse. In your Chinese terms, this is
Kill the chicken with a bull's knife.
According to the master's instructions, I will choose one of you old guys to kill every day, who do you two think I should kill first?"
After saying that, a cat-and-mouse joke flashed across his eyes, he pulled out a gleaming dagger and walked towards the two people.
Cao Xinghua said: "If you dare to touch us, senior brother will not let you go."
Although the two old men were a little nervous, they were not afraid.
"Threaten me, right? Let's start with you."
A cold light flashed in the dark night butcher's eyes, and the dagger in his hand was slashed towards Cao Xinghua's throat.
This knife is as thin as a willow leaf and as fast as lightning. I don’t know how many people have died by it over the years.
In his opinion, as soon as he takes action, the old man is already dead.
But at this moment, a cold voice sounded next to him.
"With your assassination skills, if you still want to kill someone in front of me, you are just too far behind."
The Night Butcher was immediately frightened out of his mind. As an excellent killer, he had already thoroughly investigated the situation in the room before taking action.
He did the same thing. He had already determined that there was no danger, but he didn't expect that there was someone hiding next to him.
Moreover, the appearance of this person gave him a great sense of crisis. Out of the killer's instinct, he knew that this person was not something he could deal with. Since he couldn't kill him, he ran away quickly.
He retracted his dagger without hesitation, turned into a shadow and jumped towards the window.
"It's not that easy to run away."
Before Dark Night Butcher could reach the window, a huge hand appeared in front of him, and he was slapped to the ground.
"this……"
At this moment, his heart was filled with fear. As an outstanding killer ranked among the top 100 killers, his strength was unquestionable. However, he did not expect that there was no room for resistance in front of the opponent, and even escaping became a luxury.
He looked up in horror and saw a young man in his twenties standing happily in front of him. This man was Situ Fei, the owner of Tiansha Island.
After Situ Fei completed the mission of assassinating the Brown family, he was sent by Ye Bufan to protect these old Chinese medicine doctors. His inherited martial arts were the place of assassination, and he was at the level of a holy warrior. How could a little night butcher escape?
