“Peng!”

Thousands of flames gushed out, spitting out a little shot of stick shadows, and suddenly turned and twisted in Barre's vision, bypassing the thunder magic figure and hitting his back.

Barret pounced forward, his roaring spurted out with blood. Somehow, a trace of estrangement suddenly appeared between him and the Dharma image, which made it difficult to move freely. It was not until he got hit that the thunder magic image reacted and posed his claws to block the chasing stick head.

The head of the stick shook, and it turned into a dazzling shadow of the stick, unable to tell where it was falling. The thunder and magic waved each other's wings and slapped them hard, but halfway through, he was inexplicably stuck and slapped them in vain.

Barre's heart sank, and he rushed forward with the help of the decline. "Bang!" The flamed red copper stick rushed to him quickly, hitting his calves, smashing his flesh and blood, and the flames surged upwards, burning the skin of his legs and burning them.

"Hahahaha! A little loach in a Tujia Village wants to make a fuss?" Sun Hu laughed wildly, and kept chasing him. He grabbed a stick and pointed at Bare, "Come on, we haven't had enough fun yet!"

Barre was shocked and angry, rolling and jumping up, urging the turbid air with all his strength. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and a small hole seemed to be broken in his body, and the turbid air continued to leak out. The more he used his power, the faster the turbid air was released, and he could no longer flexibly control the thunder magic image.

Sun Hu's stick shadow once again covered Barre.

Barree barely calmed down his mind, and the thunder and magic swung his claws to block it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he exerted his force, the turbid air burst out. "Huh!" Thousands of stick shadows condensed into one, fast and fierce, as heavy as a thousand pounds, and smashed down with the momentum of a giant mountain pressing the top.

"Bang!" The thunder magic phase collapsed at the touch, half of the magic phase completely disintegrated, and purple lightning splashed. Barre was hit and flew more than ten feet away, falling heavily into the burning ruins, and most of the sternum collapsed. Then, he staggered up, squirting blood while running away.

Deep in the darkness, a pair of wolf-like eyes chased Barre's figure.

"If Barre knew that his skills were passive, his emotions would be extremely wonderful." Prince Qiao Yin was full of regret. The changes in the seven emotions and six desires of living beings have always been the best supplement for evil demons outside the domain. During the drought, he planted a nucleus and gave peaches, and countless living people were alive, just to absorb the spiritual thoughts of the changes in everyone's mind and healed the severely damaged Xinhu.

"Barre fled to Zhiyou. It seems that he is still unwilling to give up, so he wants to have a last try." Zhi Shouzhen sighed softly. Barrere was finished, and the backlash of the four-sided sky of the Thunder Witch's body refining has just begun. He turned his head and his eyes were lingering between the waterfalls, altars, and valleys on all sides for a long time, as if he wanted to imprint all this deeply into his heart.

Prince Qiao also sighed silently: "The old nest falls empty to the shadows, and I don't know the year when I leave in a foreign land."

Zhi Shouzhen glanced at him: "I don't know where the teacher's hometown?"

Prince Qiao looked back at him moranically: "It's time to clean up the mess, right?"

Zhi Shouzhen hesitated for a moment and said, "Wait a minute."

"You have both qi and blood loss at this moment, and I believe you have not yet achieved the power of the witch formation, so you have to wait for Sun Hu and Wu Qi to fight to lose both sides."

"Sir, don't need to test it anymore. Although I am in poor condition, I can still control the blood sacrifice array. I just want to wait a little longer-"

Prince Qiao's eyes flashed: "Do you suspect that besides Wuqi, there are also feather tribes in the village?"

A trace of sorrow appeared on Zhi Shouzhen's face: "Since my ancestors of Zhi's family moved to Bailing Mountain, the feathers might have followed him. According to my father's guess, they had peeped at Zhi's family for eight hundred years."

Wang Ziqiao said, "It can be seen that the Yu tribe attaches great importance to the Zhi family. Since this is the case, we should not only send Wu Qi to come here. With his cultivation of refining Qi and returning to the spirit, we may not be able to firmly control the Zhi family."

"What the sir said is." Zhi Shouzhen said, "For eight hundred years, the feather tribe may have been rotated, but there should always be someone who controls the overall situation and is responsible for the dispatch. The feather tribe may be outside Bailing Mountain at this moment."

"Maybe it is still a master of the feather clan who has reached the level of sword cultivation to refine the gods and return to the void." Wang Ziqiao's expression changed. "However, your father Zhiye used his body as bait and never led the other party. It can be seen that the feather clan may not exist. The feather clan is from a big place, and perhaps he thinks that a sword cultivator who refines the qi and returns to the gods is enough."

"When life and death are on the verge of death, how about 'maybe'? If there is really such a person, you can only close the net when he comes in." Zhi Shouzhen pondered for a moment, bowed to Prince Qiao and bowed a long time: "At that time, there will be Mr. Lu."

Prince Qiao looked at the deep and undulating mountain silhouettes outside the village and smiled meaningfully: "You have the Xuji Nailed Body Soul Forbidden Method in your hand, so you can only do your best."

The sword light is like snow, and the blood is like red plum blossoms, flying in the air.

Wu Qi's eyes were cold and fierce, and he slowly drew his sword. Finally, his horse melted and fell down "pulled" in front of him. Blood gushed out from his vest and quickly penetrated into the ground.

Zhi You looked at the corpse of Ma Hua all over the ground, and his trembling legs gradually stood up, and a little bit of gratitude appeared between his eyebrows. Fortunately, he hugged his thighs. Under the invincible sword of the feather clan, Ma Hua was just a monkey.

"The noble Master Wu Qi, these horse-turned barbarians can die under your sword. It is really a blessing I have cultivated in my previous life." Zhi You stepped forward and smiled with his back down.

Wu Qi's ear tip trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to the distance. After a few breaths, Barre was covered in blood and rushed all the way.

"Immortal Banban, how did he come over?" Zhi You was shocked and calmed down again. Anyway, the sky fell, and Yu Wuqi would go to the top.

"Zhi You! Get out of your turtle son! If you don't work hard together, the village will be finished!" Barrey yelled at the place while passing through the pile of rocks. More than ten feet behind him, Sun Hu smiled and strode, dozens of horses shouted and shouted.

Zhi You quietly shrank his body back without saying a word.

Barre staggered up the shallow slope and ran into Wu Qi, and was stunned. "Zhi You, who is he?" Barre instinctively clamped his fists to protect his chest, and took a few steps back. Before he could get close, a sharp sword energy cut off his skin and his hair stood up.

Zhi Yougan coughed, his eyes wandered around and he didn't answer. Barre was shocked and suspicious. He glanced at Wu Qi several times, then turned back to look at Sun Hu who was chasing him. He gritted his teeth, stopped, tear off a piece of his trouser legs and quickly tied the wound.

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"Haha, little loach, let's see where you are escaping!" Sun Hu smiled and climbed up the hillside with a grim smile. He immediately furiously saw the corpse of horses all over the place. He led a team of hundreds of people and only defeated more than ten tribe members in a fierce battle with the witch clan, but more than twenty corpses were lying here. How can he explain when he goes back?

A mountain wind blew, and a string of blood beads rolled down from Wu Qi's sword.

"You turtle lamb!" Sun Hu's nose was thrust, his eyes were red and his anger was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "Our family wants to suck your tendons, peel your skin, and suck your blood!"

"Discover!" Wu Qi's wrist shook, his sword trembled slightly, and his clear chanting sounds continued, overwhelming Sun Hu's roar.

"Die for our family!" Sun Hu Li roared, swung the flame red copper stick with both hands, and the giant ape magic figure rose from behind, and hugged her hands in the same posture.

The flame red copper stick slowly raised it, stirring up the flying sand and rocks, and the wind stormed. Zhi You's face turned pale and collapsed on the ground. He felt that the flame red copper stick was infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes, as if the sky collapsed, making him breathless. Barre's face changed slightly. It turned out that Sun Hu had just fought with him and had not yet done his best.

Wu Qi stood proudly, his sword hanging flat, and the tip of the sword kept trembling at a frequency that was hard to detect with the naked eye, creating a shimmering and fine light.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the flamed red copper stick slowed down and hit it with lightning speed. It was smashed down on its head as if it was torn apart. The air waves rolled to the sides, making a "cracking" sound of firecrackers.

At the same time, the long sword was raised up and turned into a stunning rainbow, rushing into the sky.

In an instant, the sword sticks intersected in the air, and the sound of gold and stones echoed loudly in the mountains and fields. "Cruff--" A sour sound came out, and the sword sticks rubbed against each other, without giving in to each other, splashing a series of sparks.

Sun Hu roared violently, his arms were bulging and his muscles were bulging. The magic image of the mountain ape actually increased a circle, like a giant man standing upright, raising a thousand pounds of force and blessed the stick body. "Geeh--" The flamed red copper stick became heavier and heavier, pressing down little by little, the long sword couldn't stop drooping, and the sword body bent into an arched arc.

Wu Qi snorted coldly, his wrist suddenly turned, and the long sword turned like a white python, flying around the flame red copper stick. "Ding Ding Dangdang!" The sword tip seemed to hit the banana tree, and it was dizzy at a dazzling speed on the stick body. Every time it was clicked, the stick body trembled. In the blink of an eye, thousands of sword tips were pointed by, and the flame red copper stick finally went out of its strength and fell softly. The long sword flashed with a cold light, and it quickly moved up against the stick body, rushing straight to Sun Hu's chest.

This sword changes ingeniously and comes abruptly. Just when Sun Hushou uses his old posture, he deeply understands the essence of martial arts.

The sword tip approached rapidly, and Sun Hu felt a stinging pain in his heart. A sharp sword energy penetrated the vine armor and penetrated his flesh. His expression sternly. Once he was stabbed by the sword tip, he might not be able to block the eight or nine skills, and it was too late to pull the stick back.

"Bang!" Sun Hu leaned back, and his legs were thrust out with lightning, hitting the tip of the sword. The tip of the sword swung outward, and turned with the momentum, turning toward Sun Hu's lower body.

The legs were flying, as fast as the wind roared. Sun Hu kicked the sword away again and again, and was approached by the sword again and again, as if he was entangled by the endless sword waves, and it was difficult to get rid of it. Even though Sun Hu Kong had strong force and strong turbid air, he couldn't help but sweat coldly and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"Bang!" Sun Hu made a series of legs and hit the sword body. Before the sword could change, his left arm suddenly stretched out and grabbed the sword body. "Zi——" His furry giant claws held the sword tightly, pulled it over, and shouted: "Die for our family!" The flame red copper stick rushed straight towards Wu Qi, and a flame gushed out.

Wu Qi's eyes were sarcastic and his five fingers were raised lightly. With a "swoosh", the long sword was like a slippery swimming fish, drilling out of Sun Hu's palm and throwing it into Wu Qi's hands. The sword of the feather tribe is its own sharp beak. Once refined, it is inseparable and naturally reaches the realm of unity of human and swords. If other creatures practice swordsmanship, it will take decades to integrate human and swords.

The sword light turned and slashed down with an invincible momentum. The flamed red copper stick was like being killed by thunder, and the raging fire was drowned in the sinister sword energy. Wu Qi rushed straight up, with a wonderful figure and floating in a vague way, like a big bird flying gracefully in the sword light.

"The dance of the feathered sword!" Sun Hu's eyes were bulging, his face was full of fear, and the flamed red copper stick was spinning like a wheel, desperately protecting the vital points of his body. "You are the Tianhuang Feather Clan!"

Wu Qi smiled coldly, shook the sword light, and thousands of cold stars shot around Sun Hu, launching a mercury-like attack like a mercury. He sometimes attacked forward continuously, sometimes swayed back and forth, suddenly on the right, countless sword lights crossed back and forth, cutting freely, and a series of sword energy white rainbows swept through the sky and never dissipated for a long time. Bare, who was watching, was dazzled and sweated down: There is such a martial art in the world!

With a "wavy", the sword light was as fast as a terrifying geek. It passed through the shadows of the stick and left a white seal on Sun Hu's left shoulder. Sun Hu reluctantly waved the stick to fight back, and Wu Qi had already retreated. Not long after, the sword light rushed past again, and Sun Hu was hit by another sword. Although he relied on his eight or nine skills to invade, the sword energy entered his body sharply and penetrated his lungs, and the turbid energy suddenly became slow.

With one stick of incense, Sun Hu added many white seals to his body, and he was so painful that he roared wildly. Suddenly, one of the white seals slowly oozed blood, and then more than a dozen blood marks burst out all over his body. Sun Hu's heart suddenly sank, and he knew that the internal organs were damaged and the turbid air was not smooth, so he could no longer control the eight or nine skills.

"Kill him for me!" Sun Hu roared, and Ma Hua around him screamed and rushed forward.

"No one will come again." About half an hour later, Prince Qiao looked into the distance and shook his head slightly.

"I'm too worried." Zhi Shuma breathed a sigh of relief, bit her finger, and reached out to press her hand on the altar.
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