The dazzling blood light gradually dimmed, and the huge figure looked particularly pale against the moonlight. Posa and Wuzhu didn't dare to take action rashly, landed on the plain, staring at the figure in the air. Posa seemed to have thought of something, but looked at Wuzhu but found that Wuzhu was also looking at him.

"Fourth brother, have you recognized it too?" Poso asked, staring at the huge pale figure in the air.

"Barish people." Wu Zhu blurted out without thinking.

"It seems that this is the kind of barbarian who was killed and powerful that Master had seen in Liusha Manzhou back then." Posa heard his master talk about the cruelty of barbarians. Today, he was chilling when he saw him, but he just couldn't understand why this cruel barbarian listened to Wuchen Sect?

"Second brother, it seems that it is not easy for us to get out." Wuzhu Adam's apple moved and was ready to confront him head-on.

Posa handed the Eye Ao in his arms to Wu Zhuo, and said with a firm look: "I'll stop him. You will rush back with Eye Ao. It's important to be serious. You can't let this thing fall into their hands."

"No, second brother, maybe you and I can still fight with him, and they are more confident than you." Wu Zhu and Posa grew up together since childhood and had a deep relationship. At this moment, Posa had to face it alone, so how could Wu Zhu leave?

"Do you know that the crow has not appeared yet, and the road ahead is not smooth. Remember to take Ei Ao Shi back at all costs."

"Second brother, I...ah, then you must be careful."

Wu Zhuo knew the importance of this evil Ao body, so he did not argue too much, and left with his sword. All of this was seen by the demon beller in the distance, and a colorful purple butterfly disappeared into the night.

Posa re-selled Qifan's sword, and the mirror-sealing armband on his right arm covered his arm again. The barbarian fell not far away, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, twisting his huge head. The barbarian's fists were covered with iron armor, and a huge top-down scar on his chest made people feel cold on his back.

The barbarian slapped the ground with a huge hand, grabbed the stone and threw it at Posa. It was full of force, and Posa jumped up and slashed straight over. At the moment of turning over, the barbarian was approaching Posa, and Posa was stunned. Unexpectedly, the barbarian was so fast that he pulled back the sword to block his chest and collided with the barbarian's iron fist. This force made Posa fly backwards. The barbarian was relentless and jumped up to grab Posa's ankle. Posa was actually fixed in the air by this force. Then the barbarian swung his arms and flattened Posa to the ground.

The barbarian's opening was unexpected that Posa never expected that such a heavy body had an astonishing speed. Posa stretched out his right hand with some difficulty and sensed Qi Fan's sword. The barbarian stepped on Posa's back and was about to grab Posa.

With a "clang", Qi Fan made a sword and fell from the sky. The barbarians had no choice but to dodge. Posa turned over and caught Qi Fan's sword-making sword and led the technique with his left hand.

"The sorrow of Lan. The feathers of feathers, the energy of heaven and earth, and the integration of all swords."

As soon as the sword technique was released, the Qifan sword, which was originally glowing with white light, turned dark green, and the air was accompanied by the sound of explosion. The barbarian roared and swung the iron fist towards Posa. Not only did he not dodge, he actually wanted to take the posture of this punch. The barbarian didn't think much about it and punched it heavily.

"Bang" The barbarian actually spit out a mouthful of blood and took a few steps back. He couldn't believe his eyes. The magic ringer was also a little surprised in the air, "Lan Ling barrier!"

Posa did not give the barbarians a chance to breathe. As soon as the sword was separated, five sword shadows were formed. Although the barbarians were a little injured, they were not seriously injured. The five sword shadows formed a sword formation under the urging of Posa's sword technique. The barbarians were so arrogant that they didn't know what they said in their mouths. Their aura was full of evil, black air swelling, and their eyes were glowing red.

Posa felt something was wrong, and he silently recited the sword technique: "The wind of Lan Ling, follow the sword!"

Five sword shadows broke through the air and attacked the barbarians from different directions. What was strange was that each attack was as effective as a rock sinking into the sea. There was no sound of collision that should have. Posa felt strange. The sword was like touching something soft and could not hurt the barbarians at all.

The barbarians approached Posa step by step, and Posa passively retreated. At this moment, Posa could not think of how such a barbarian would deal with it. Suddenly, a huge iron fist was swung out from the black air. Posa was shocked and quickly stopped his moves and defended with all his strength. Five sword shadows blocked Posa like shields.

Fortunately, it was too late, so Posa let out a sigh of relief.

With a moment of thought, the barbarians hit the shield wall with iron fists.

"Bang!"

Poswa fell heavily to the ground, and the shield wall was shattered by the barbarian punch.

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The east was white, and not far ahead were the continuous southeastern mountains. The swordsmanship made Wu Zhu a little tired. Despite this, Wu Zhu still accelerated his speed. His worries were not unreasonable. The calm that night made him feel that danger could come at any time. All he could do was speed up and bring Ei Ao back to Sanzhong Lan as soon as possible.

The passage of Wuzhu was seen by the Jiao who had been waiting here for a long time. Qingyang Crave on one side had just walked to Jiao's side and also witnessed the passage of Wuzhu and said, "Master, you are all ready."

"Go on."

Jiao looked at the direction where Wuzhu flew, and his eyes showed an undetectable weirdness.

Just where Wu Zhuo's eyes reached, thick smoke rose. It was a village called Qingzhu Village near the mountains. As he gradually approached, he heard the cry of children and the begging for mercy by the villagers. Wu Zhuo was hesitant to find out whether to go back to Sanchong Lan. Just as he was hesitating, more and more houses burned, and he actually saw the blood light of swords.

Wu Zhuo turned to the village without hesitation and fell down a distance from the village. He was worried that this was a trap designed for him, so he took out the Eao body, sealed it, and sealed it in a hole in a big tree.

At this moment, the corpses were everywhere in the green forest village, and all the houses were burning. In just a short moment, a village, dozens of families, hundreds of lives were gone. Who is so cruel? And why do you want to massacre all the old and young people in the village? Wu Zhuo looked at the hell-like scene on earth but couldn't think of the reason.

"Who?" Wu Zhuo noticed something strange behind him and turned around and looked over.

It was Jiao and Qingyang Flying. Wuzhu looked at it first. There was nothing special about Jiao. However, Qingyang Flying beside him was wearing a strange headdress covering his ears, but there was no bulge on the cover, as if there were no ears.

Gradually, the five turbidities felt that more and more auras were surrounding him, without any gaps to escape. At this moment, he knew very well that these innocent people were all tragically destroyed because of this evil Ao Shi. Thinking of this, an unsuppressible anger surged out from his body.

"You beasts, today I will use your blood to pay tribute to the lives of hundreds of people in the village." As he spoke, the sword emitting green light was already in his hand, and the mirror-sealing armband covered his left hand holding the sword. At the same time, the surrounding aura showed up. There were more than a dozen masked people wearing skeleton patterns surrounding Wuzhu. Wuzhu was fearless and the sword technique of Yinjue Lanling.

"The sorrow of Lan, the feather of feathers. The energy of heaven and earth, and the whole of swords are united."

As soon as the sword technique was released, the sword was covered with dark green, and the dozen masked men acted at the same time and launched an attack on Wutuo from different directions. Wutuo even blocked the barrier, and the sword energy was greatly won. He knew that it was not easy to deal with these dozen people at the same time, so he simply let go behind him and attacked in front of him. Among the Five Envoys of the Fengjing, Wutuo was good at attacking, and now he fully demonstrated his strengths. How could the masked men in front of him resist such an attack and avoided both sides, and they had the upper hand for a while.

This made Jiao who was watching the battle unexpectedly. What was even more unexpected was that Wu Zhuo broke away from the encirclement of the masked man and killed Jiao Zhuo. Qingyang Fence blocked her and stretched out her hand. The huge demonic shield wall was standing in front of her. On the shield wall were some ferocious ghosts with ferocious faces. Wu Zhuo didn't care so much. The sword in her hand drew a sword energy and slashed it on the shield wall. A huge scar appeared on the shield wall. Wu Zhuo saw that it was vulnerable and turned the sword into seven sword shadows and jumped up.

Who would have thought that Qingyang Crazy actually threw the demon shield wall into the sky, and the shield wall instantly became larger, covering the sky and the sun, and pressing down on the five turbidities.

"Lan Ling's wrath shook the sky and the earth."

Wu Zhu also led the trick out, and a giant sword stood up to support the downward shield wall. At the same time, it swung the seven sword shadows towards the crow. The calm Wu Zhu came out to the sword. He clearly realized that he should not fight for a long time, and that his opponent's strength was not inferior to him. Evil Ao Shi had not been sent back to the village, so he might as well find a way to escape.

Qingyang Fen easily under the crotch of seven sword shadows, and found that the force was very small. He expected Wu Zhuo to attack and said: "No, he wants to run away."

"Not that easy." The crow turned into countless black crows, chasing them in the direction of Wuzhu running away.

Qingyang Qi was stunned. She could no longer remember when the last time Jiao took action.
Chapter completed!