Barre rolled and rushed downhill, with a barren stone hill ahead, with no grass growing and the blood mist not spreading.

Barre breathed a sigh of relief. The edge of the stone hill was a cliff. The steep rock was like a knife and an axe. It was bare and could not find a vine to climb. He gritted his teeth, clasped his fingers like tiger claws, leaned over to grab the stone wall, intending to climb down. As long as he escaped his life this time, he would work hard to practice and not be a stray dog.

The tiger claws poked out, but they locked in the air. Barre was stunned and grabbed the rocks again. It was obviously close to me, but his hands couldn't touch them. Barre was anxious and tried around the cliff, but the result was still the same.

"I'm Ge, is there a formation here? Or is it a trick to fool me?" Barre was anxious and shocked, thinking about it, and simply turned his mind, closed his eyes and rushed out of the cliff.

"Ding thud--" Bare opened his eyes and his face changed drastically. He was running back in the direction he came!

"Ah!" Barrey roared to the sky, like a trapped and injured tiger, and could not break free from the cage. After half a stick of incense, Zhi Youwang saw Barrey's lonely figure, his steps were heavy, his expression was depressed, and his whole body seemed to have been hollowed out.

Zhi You let out a harsh laugh, staggered over, and pulled him to howl: "You still want to run? Can you run? This is the ancestral formation! We are all over, we are all going to die! We are all going to die! It's all your brainless turtle son who hurt me, it's all you!"

"You turtle son is crazy!" Barrey angrily pushed Qiyou, and Qiyou fell to the ground with his butt, spread his hair, and beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"Clang!" As the group of sieges, Sun Hu seized the opportunity. The flamed red copper stick seemed to swing its tail like a fire dragon, setting off a row of fierce fire waves and swept towards Wu Qi's waist.

This stick has been accumulated for a long time and will definitely save it when attacking him. Wu Qi had to pull back the long sword that was stabbing toward Ma Hua, tapped the ground with his left foot, and jumped forward to meet him.

The sword sticks first hit each other, and then made a series of dense sounds. The sword tip trembled like a bird feather, touching the stick body again and again. Every time it touched, it dissolved the stick force; every time it hit, it led Wu Qi's body to move and change its direction. The waves of attacks from Ma Hua and others were repeatedly rubbed by him, and no one hit him.

Sun Hu roared again, and the turbid air in his body poured out without reservation. The flamed red copper stick suddenly changed and rotated like a roller, forcing the Wuqi long sword to block it and keep retreating.

Wu Qi sneered secretly. Sun Hu spent his turbid air and attacked fiercely, and would not last long. Once the air was exhausted, it would be the moment he would take his life.

"Hohohohoho--" The stick wheel became more and more urgent, bringing a whirlpool-like turbulent airflow. "Bang!" A horse on the side was affected by the energy, and was caught in it. The blood was flying all over the sky, blocking Wu Qi's vision.

Wu Qi retreated without thinking, and laid layers of defensive sword lights around him. "Bang!" Another horse turned into a flamed red copper stick, like a huge rock thrown, and hit Wu Qi with a bang.

Blood splattered angrily. As soon as Wu Qi's long sword touched the horse Hua, the other party exploded all over. A few drops of blood passed through the dense sword net and splashed on his face, causing a sensation. Wu Qi retreated again in a hurry, and the long sword barely opened the flame red copper stick. Then, another horse Hua was stirred up by the stick wheel and hit him hard.

Wu Qi was anxious, and Sun Hu was already red in his eyes and did not hesitate to fill the lives of his clan members. The turbid air was poured into Ma Hua's body through the flame red copper stick. As soon as the sword touched it, it immediately exploded, and the energy contained in it shot everywhere, which was no less than the killing of hidden weapons.

In a blink of an eye, another horse turned into a stick and ran into a slam!

Wu Qi snorted coldly. Since he knew Sun Hu was planning, how could he call him Ruyi? He immediately turned his body slightly and moved away from the horse. The long sword was filled with sharp sword energy, passing through the heavy shadows of the stick and straight through the center of the stick wheel.

"Dang--" The metal shock sounded harshly, and the swirling stick wheel hung softly like a poisonous snake stabbed in seven inches. The sword edge of the black seven suddenly bounced up and shot Sun Hu's throat at a high speed like lightning, leaving no more force!

This sword aimed at the weakest part of the stick wheel. It has been planned for a long time and is bound to win! The tips of the sword are getting closer and closer to the throat, and Wu Qi's mouth shows a proud smile. How could he be as good as the magical sword technique of the feather clan's heavenly beings?

Seeing the tip of the sword touching the throat, Wu Qi's smile froze, and his right arm was suddenly grabbed by a rough big hand, and he could no longer stretch forward.

He turned around in horror, and one horse wrinkled his teeth. He suddenly grabbed his right arm with his long arms and hit his right rib with the other hand. It was the horse whet who had just been hit by the stick wheel!

The wild monkey was cheating! In an instant, Wu Qi suddenly realized that Sun Hu's stick was actually clever and that the horse was transformed into a horse and was not infused with turbid air!

Sun Hu first sacrificed several tribe members to confuse him, and then sent the horse over, making him mistakenly think that the other party must have exploded, ignore it, and take the opportunity to attack him successfully!

"Crack!" Wu Qi's arm was pinched and hurt. Sun Hu shook his head with a grim smile, avoided the tip of the sword, and slashed straight down! At the same time, Ma Hua's hard boxing hit Wu Qi's right rib, causing him to stagger, and his ribs made a slight cracking sound.

It was too late to draw the sword and return to defense. Wu Qi barely gathered his energy, his wrist fell, and used the sword tip to seal the flame red copper stick.

"Boom!" Wu Qi was so fierce that he staggered back, his eyes lit up. Even so, he did not forget to slash under his sword and killed the Ma Hua, who was pulling his right arm, with one sword.

"Bang bang bang!" More than ten horses jumped up, and dozens of arms suddenly appeared, grabbing Wu Qi's body and tearing it out!

Wu Qi roared in pain, the long sword shone brightly, and he swirled around his body, and blood splashed, and thick furry arms fell to the ground, and several hands were holding Wu Qi's bloody flesh.

Before Wu Qi could breathe, Sun Hu's flamed red copper stick smashed out with all his strength. The turbid air was coming over and over again, and the giant ape's magic phase made a deafening roar.

"Dong!" The stick swords attacked each other, and the long sword let out a whine. Wu Qi flew backwards, his face pale, and a ray of blood suddenly spewed out of his mouth.

"I didn't expect that Wu Qi was actually sung by Sun Huyin once." On the high building where Barret had a banquet, Zhi Shuzhen looked at the battle on the hillside from afar, and was quite surprised. "Bang bang", several destroyed bamboo windows were lifted by the mountain wind and threw them into the air, falling heavily outside the building, smashing to pieces.

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There was no living person below, and his corpse was gone. The blood mist covered the sky, swallowing up most of the mountain village, and rushing towards the piles of rocks on the hillside, surrounding it.

"The feathered man comes from a great man. He has been called for eight wildernesses in recent years and has become more pampered and has gradually lost his bloodiness. He has not known that Ma Hua has lived in the dangerous wilderness for a long time, fighting with beasts, fighting with people, and fighting with heaven. He has experienced many battles and wandered around life and death. How could he not know some cunning tricks?" Wang Ziqiao smiled faintly, "What's more, whether it is martial arts, arts or swordsmanship, they should be based on righteousness and supplemented by strangeness. Fighting, practicing, and dealing with people and things... are all like this. As the saying goes, 'All things change so much, but they are inseparable from all changes.'"

Zhi Shouzhen pondered for a moment and said happily: "Talking with sir can always make a profit." He turned his eyes and walked to the large tiger-skin chair in the center, stroked the thick and soft fur, and sighed: "Barre likes this chair the most because it was the seat of his father during his lifetime, representing the power of the head of the Zhi clan."

The huhu night wind poured into all sides, and a pillar on the bottom layer had half collapsed, shaking "crunched". The whole bamboo building shook violently and began to tilt to the left, and the tiger-skin chair also slid over, and was held by Zhi Shuzhen with one hand. "It's a pity that he didn't understand, the important thing was not this chair, but what kind of person was going to sit on."

Prince Qiao smiled and said, "I don't think so. Zhino and Barre are no longer there, but this chair is still here."

Zhi Shouzhen raised her eyebrows slightly, and the fire was spreading from a ruin, about to burn into the bamboo building.

Prince Qiao said again: "Are you cautious enough? Are you still waiting for the feather tribe's backup?"

"It seems that there will be no more." Zhi Shouzhen laughed, "It's me that I'm worried."

A loud "boom" sounded like a bolt from the blue. A huge fireball exploded on the hillside, and the dazzling firelight made the night sky bright like daytime. Zhi Huzhen clearly saw that Sun Hu and Wu Qi were blown to pieces and were shaking.

"Sun Hu exploded the flame red copper stick!" Prince Qiao looked carefully and couldn't help but praise him, "What a fierce horse who is not afraid of death, and if he is cut off, he will break it! Only in this way can he be able to beat the higher-skilled feather clan sword cultivator."

"It saves me a lot of hands and feet." Zhi Shuzhen slowly walked down the bamboo ladder, and the flames licked the support column on the ground floor and began to jump up. After stopping for a while, Zhi Shuzhen retracted her steps, grabbed the tiger-skin chair with her backhand, and pushed it into the fire.

The fire suddenly jumped, the tiger's skin burned and rolled, making a stinking smell, and the chair was burned to a "crackling" sound. Zhi Shouzhen glanced at Wang Ziqiao without hesitation, climbed down the stairs, and walked straight to the hillside.

"Boom!" The dust smoke rose, and the bamboo building collapsed behind Zhi Shuzhen and the others, turning into a raging fire. Zhi Shuzhen moved forward while changing his hands. "Rumbling—" The earth was shaking, and ruins exploded behind Zhi Shuzhen, and debris splashed all over the sky without leaving any trace.

Suddenly, a rapid whistle sounded from the hillside, like a tight iron string bounced into the sky, sweeping far toward the mountains.

"It's Wu Qi's roar!" Prince Qiao's eyes sterned.

"He is asking for help!" Zhi Shouzhen's heart sank.

"There is a master of the sword cultivator of the feather clan who refines the gods and returns to the void!" The two of them changed their expressions.

The roar became more and more urgent. Wu Qi's hair was unkempt and his skin was dry and scorched. While waving his sword, he fought hard with Sun Hu, and let out fierce roars.

Sun Hu was also covered in scars, his chest and back were filled with burning blisters. But he was even more crazy and his attack was even more intense. He was desperate to punch Wu Qi, ignoring the stabbing sword light.

The movements of both sides became increasingly slower and weaker, as if they were fighting. All martial arts, swordsmanship, and body skills were difficult to apply, leaving only the tired attack against attack.

Around the surroundings, Ma Hua's broken limbs were sprinkled all over the ground. More than ten feet away, Barre was lying on his face, his left arm exploded, and his right leg burned black and red. Half of his body lay horizontally on the slope, his head rolled in the wind, his old eyes widened, full of fear.

The roar became intermittent and began to weaken. "Sher!" Wu Qi waved his sword and pierced Sun Hu's lower abdomen, and was immediately hit by Sun Hu's shoulder with a punch. He slashed again, and Sun Hu's punched again, like two wounded beasts, fighting to the death.

"Stop!" Wu Qi finally couldn't help but scream, "If you continue fighting, you and I will only be able to burn both jade and stone!"

"You thief, do you know you're afraid? Let's die together!" Sun Hu yelled in panting, whispering his fist and hit him again.

Wu Qi gradually exhausted his strength, and the whistling turned into a weak whimper. "Why haven't Mr. Feng come yet? It's impossible, Mr. Feng can't get out of here..." Wu Qi was shocked and suspicious, with a look of despair on his face.

"Bang--" Sun Hu grabbed Wu Qi's wrist and fell to the ground with a long sword. With a "click", Sun Hu broke Wu Qi's wrist and threw Wu Qi over his shoulder. He threw Wu Qi on the ground, rode up and punched him hard.

"Peng!Peng!Peng!" Sun Hu hit Wu Qi's chest one after another, blood gushed and the minced meat flew everywhere. Wu Qi's eyes gradually weakened, and his mouth and nose breath gradually disappeared.

"In the end, let's kill you birdman! Haha, hahaha!" Sun Hu laughed wildly towards the sky, and the laughter suddenly stopped. Blood foam gushed out of his mouth, his body leaned back, and died of exhaustion.

After a moment, Barre stood up and walked over step by step. "Everything is dead." He murmured to himself, looking around blankly. Blood mist covered the sky, earth veins trembled, and the hillside seemed like an isolated island in a sea of ​​blood, which could sink at any time.

A sudden pain occurred in his waist, and a cold blade pierced in, penetrated his kidneys. Barrey roared wildly, turned around and punched him, and broke the man behind the sneak attacker.

"Ba Lang! It's you!" Barre's eyes were so bloody that he couldn't believe it.

"Barre, it's me..." Balang smiled and thrust his wrist, and inserted three inches into the blade to cut the internal organs.

"Why, why kill me?" Barre was furious and broke Balang's arm with a fist.

"You... won't... understand. By the way, before leaving, the young clan leader had... a few words to ask me... to tell you." Balang grabbed Bare with his other hand and gasped, "The young clan leader said, 'Your monopoly power cannot be loyal; raising a tiger is not cruel enough. You cannot become a hero of the witch clan, and you cannot be a hero. In this way, you should become a stepping stone for the revitalization of the Zhi clan."

Barre was stunned, his throat suddenly tightened, and he was bitten by Balang, and blood splashed out.

"You are an unfamiliar wolf cub!" Barrey fisted and slammed his fists. Balang was so white that he bit Barrey's throat tightly, letting his chest collapse, and he didn't let go.

Barre's fist became weaker and weaker, and finally he lowered his head, tilted, and died of anger.

"You deserve to understand the wolf?" Ba Lang smiled terrified, spitting out the flesh and blood in his mouth, and his eyes turned to the pile of rocks.

The blood mist surging and parting, revealing the figure of Zhi Shouzhen walking quickly.

"He can't do it anymore. Let's leave immediately before the feather tribe comes!" Prince Qiao held Zhi Shuzhen, and a paper crane floated out of his sleeve, shaking his feathers and spreading his wings, turning into a tall and majestic white crane, emitting waves of clear cry.

On the hillside, Balang shook his head at Zhi Shuzhen, resolutely and resolutely. He smiled with difficulty, turned around, raised his neck, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

The mountain wind blows, and it’s another full year.

Another year of loneliness.

Em, are you okay?

The blood mist that separated rose and fell violently, finally closed little by little, surging towards the hillside. The white crane emptied up and flew towards the night sky with Prince Qiao and Zhi Shuzhen.

The two of them heard a desolate wolf roar coming from the distance from below. They looked down and saw that the blood mist was surging like the sea, covering everything.

Em, I'm here.

Zhi Shouzhen was trembling all over and burst into tears.

"Before Zhi Yesheng, I must have asked you to kill Balang later?" Prince Qiao said calmly, "It's better to do this now, so you won't be confused."

The boy stared at Prince Qiao with tears in his eyes, but his eyes slowly showed a strange determination: "You don't understand."

He understood his wish. Ten years ago, they met in the vegetable cellar, and he understood it.

If it is a wolf, you will run to Xiaoshan.

The world is just another iron chain.

Zhi Shuzhen closed her eyes and sang loudly:

"Powerful,

Knife clang.

He is brave,

It’s better to break than bend!"
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