Wu Santu originally wanted to kill Xiang Feiyu quickly.
However, before he could take action, several Wu family elders at the divine realm rushed over with hundreds of disciples who were half-stepping into the divine realm, and Wu Santu's thoughts changed.
People often say that they, the great warriors, are a bunch of roughheads, a bunch of idiots whose heads are full of muscle lumps.
Wu Santu was tired of hearing such criticism, so he wanted to make some changes.
Counting the number of people, including myself, there are eleven great martial gods gathered here, one hundred and thirty-five half-step gods.
Wu Santu thought of the intelligence he had received before - the battle report on how Huo Xiong, King An of the Qingqiu Kingdom, used strategies and ambush to kill twelve ancestors of the Divine Realm of the Great Wei Kingdom.
"I disdain to use tactics... But, it seems that it is not bad to learn the tricks of this junior." Wu Santu smiled, and he asked the two juniors to restrain the young man who was seriously injured by his sneak attack and could not get up for a long time. Xiang Feiyu then used a dagger to personally cut off Xiang Feiyu's tongue.
Xiang Feiyu spurted blood from his mouth and glared at Wu Santu.
Wu Santu pulled out a mace and raised his fingers towards Xiang Feiyu: "You should know what I want to do. That's right, surround the area for reinforcements. Hehe, I have a strong army now. This business can't be done. Get by."
"Come on, I'll give you a fair chance to fight to the death." Wu Santu laughed loudly: "Guess, will someone come to save you?"
Wu Zhan Mo, Wu Zhan Ling and other Wu family gods sneered, quickly ran around and hid in the mountains not far away.
Xiang Feiyu was trembling. He took out a bottle of healing elixir and swallowed it into his mouth. He breathed silently for a while, and then stamped his feet hard. With a loud roar, Xiang Feiyu transformed into a height of hundreds of feet, his muscles behind him squirmed rapidly, and he transformed into a three-headed and six-armed form again.
The more serious the injury, the stronger the recovery.
Not a temporary enhancement, but a permanent increase in strength.
This is the terrible thing about the so-called 'overlord bloodline' inherited by the Xiang family.
A huge figure vaguely appeared behind him. On his arms, the giant carried a cauldron that was completely black but wrapped in flames, thunder, hurricanes and frost. This was a strange sign after the Xiang family's bloodline talent was inspired. The cauldron is the foundation, and the cauldron is the foundation. Those flames, thunder, hurricanes and black ice are the external manifestations of other great principles that Xiang Jiaerlang, who practices "Overlord Carrying the Cauldron", has understood.
In addition to his own fundamental way of power, Xiang Feiyu actually also comprehended the power of twelve other great ways.
In the Xiang family, such talent is considered extremely high. No wonder Xiang Feiyu is considered an outstanding figure among the elders of the Xiang family.
Six arms wielded three wheeled axes, their bodies rotated, and they slashed towards Wu Santu with a harsh sound of breaking wind.
Although his strength had increased a lot after being seriously injured, the bones and meridians had not completely healed. When Xiang Feiyu flew and slashed, he felt severe pain all over his body, and cracks appeared constantly on his body, and large amounts of blood continued to splash out.
Xiang Feiyu gritted his teeth and stared at Wu Santu with red eyes.
Fight... fight to the death.
Either kill Wu Santu or be killed by him here.
Xiang Feiyu's pride did not allow him to become a bait, allowing his family members or the ancestors of other generals of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom to be ambushed and killed abruptly.
Wu Santu, on the other hand, was very calm, waving his mace and parrying lightly.
His combat skills are much stronger than those of Wu Zhan Demon, and even better than Xiang Feiyu's. His mace did not collide head-on with Xiang Feiyu's wheel axe. With every blow, his mace hit the surface of the wheel axe, avoiding the sharp edge of the axe. Every blow hit the wheel axe. Just deflect the axe's attack away from your own body.
No matter how fiercely Xiang Feiyu attacked, whether thunder struck his head, or flames burned him, Wu Santu stood motionless and easily dealt with his attacks.
From time to time, Wu Santu's mace would suddenly blast out and hit Xiang Feiyu hard.
The broken heavy armor on Xiang Feiyu's body was smashed into large pieces and peeled off. The mace struck the joints of his limbs, making a dull and loud sound, causing Xiang Feiyu's joint bones to shatter and dent inch by inch.
Xiang Feiyu was also extremely arrogant. His tongue was cut off and would not be able to grow back for a while. He opened his mouth and yelled "hehehe", his six eyes spitting out blood, and he attacked and beat him hysterically.
The big ax tore through the air, bringing up strands of cold light that were dozens of miles long.
Xiang Feiyu's combat power in the divine realm completely exploded, and he even secretly burned wisps of blood essence, making his ax faster and heavier. The light erupted from the three-handled ax covered a hundred miles of void, and there was a faint terrifying aura of cutting through everything.
Wu Santu's strength is still much stronger than Xiang Feiyu.
He parried easily, constantly causing various injuries to Xiang Feiyu, both minor and minor. At the same time, every once in a while, he would laugh loudly: "What's the use of resisting? Resisting stubbornly will only bring pain to yourself." .”
"Xiang Feiyu, if you don't put down your weapons and kneel down to wait for death, what are you waiting for?"
"Could you be waiting for someone to rescue you?"
"Who will save you?"
"I, Wu Santu, are here, who dares to come to save you?"
"I'll just ask you three questions... I'm Wu Santu here, who dares to come to save you?"
Wu Tie sneaked to the battlefield with Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin and Ma Liang. Seeing Wu Santu and Xiang Feiyu's crazy killing, and then hearing Wu Santu's wild laughter, Wu Tie raised his eyebrows and immediately yelled.
Wu Santu, don't be arrogant.
Just as Wu Tie let out a loud roar, Wu Santu smiled slightly and hit Xiang Feiyu with a mace in his chest, causing blood to spurt from his mouth. The bones in his chest were sunken and his internal organs were shattered to pieces.
After a heavy blow, Xiang Feiyu fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Wu Santu turned around and looked at Wu Tie coldly. He was about to speak when his heart suddenly jumped. He looked at Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin in astonishment. He couldn't believe his eyes and reached out to rub his huge eyes several times.
"Old turtle, old greyhound, you, you..." Wu Santu stammered: "Why do you mix with the children of Qingqiu?"
Wu Santu's mind was in confusion.
Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin are much higher than him in seniority, and their cultivation level is also much higher than him. Although the Li family and the Yuan family in the Wei Dynasty are not good at frontal combat, everyone in the world who is qualified to know knows that these two If they are ruthless and plot against people behind their backs, their lethality will be much more terrifying than their actual cultivation level.
Seniority is placed here, cultivation is placed here, and the family status is also obvious. It is impossible for these two old monsters to have any intersection or friendship with Wu Tie.
Are they together
"You captured this guy?" Wu Santu cleverly came up with a reasonable explanation: "Well, this guy is ruthless, treacherous and sinister. Only you two old monsters can do anything to him."
Blinking his eyes, Wu Santu took a deep look at Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin, then shook his head and sighed: "Our ancestors said that except for beauties, none of the people in the Wei Dynasty will be left alive... One of you will tell fortunes, and the other will read. Feng Shui, hehe, these two old white-faced people are a waste of food."
"It's of no use, so I can only kill you. Unfortunately, my position in Dawu has been fixed. Killing you will not do me any good."
Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin looked at Wu Santu with mysterious eyes. They pretended, smiled very subtly, and shook their heads slightly. With a slight cough, Li Xuangui pointed at Wu Santu in an arrogant manner: "Prince An, I guess, this old man will suffer a bloody disaster today... I never take action easily, go ahead and kill him."
When Li Xuangui pointed out his hand, Wu Santu shivered and stepped back several steps. Two huge shields, as thick as city gates, roared out from beside him. They protected their bodies one after another.
Seeing that Li Xuangui just pointed his finger slightly and made no other movements, Wu Santu's face turned slightly red, he removed the giant shield in front of him, and smiled fiercely at Wu Tie and Li Xuangui: " Old turtle, you are so confused... Even if this kid has some skills, what can he do if his cultivation level is here... "
Wu Santu was about to ridicule Wu Tie's cultivation, but Wu Tie had already taken a step forward.
The air shook, the earth swayed slightly, the air was torn, and there was a terrible roar of dragons and thunder. Wu Tie rushed to Wu Santu with a burst of energy, and struck him hard with the magic whip in his left hand. On his shoulder, the Hanjiang sword in his right hand emitted thousands of sword lights.
The divine whip was so powerful, the purple air and golden clouds rolled, Wu Santu's body suddenly stiffened, and he could not move for a moment.
The whip fell heavily on the shoulder, and with a loud bang, Wu Santu's armor shattered, revealing his majestic black body that looked like it was made of metal.
Wu Tie wielded the sword, and the Hanjiang sword spurted out thousands of rays of cold light, like a mighty Yangtze River, roaring and piercing Wu Santu's body.
In an instant, Hanjiang's sword penetrated Wu Santu's body tens of thousands of times.
Wu Tie's physical strength is so powerful and his physical functions are so powerful. The speed of his sword thrusts is much higher than the frequency of sword strikes of Gongsun Xiuniang and Pirates Xiaoke. After all, the physical strength of those two is not at all It is impossible to compare with Wu Tie.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of swords were fired, Wu Tie deliberately avoided Wu Santu's fatal point, and the Hanjiang sword cut his body, but still caused terrible damage to Wu Santu.
His body spurted out a large amount of blood mist and was dismembered by Wu Tie almost instantly.
The powerful life energy of the ancestor of the gods exploded, and Wu Santu, whose body almost collapsed, roared loudly. His body healed quickly, and all the wounds spurted out blood, and the wounds disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Give it to me... kill!" Wu Santu looked down on Wu Tie's methods and was accidentally imprisoned by the whip. At this moment, he couldn't move, and even his blood flow was much slower. He couldn't resist at all, he could only yell orders at the top of his lungs.
The great martial gods and the disciples of the Wu family who were hiding in the nearby mountains rushed out. The gods strode forward, while the disciples of the half-step divine realm formed a military formation, with evil military spirits behind them. It roared into the sky and turned into a ferocious old bear with wings on its back.
"Kill this kid, chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs." Wu Santu looked at Wu Tie and screamed at the top of his lungs.
He hasn't encountered this kind of thing in many years.
The edge of the Hanjiang Sword was extremely cold and biting. The blade penetrated his body again and again, and he felt the terrifying feeling of a foreign object passing through his body, especially when the blade touched his heart and pressed against him again and again. The fatal vitals passed by, and this strange feeling of imminent death almost made Wu Santu go crazy.
A group of powerful martial arts masters rushed over.
Wu Tie glanced at them coldly. When these gods and half-step gods rushed in front of him, he shook his left sleeve and a large number of figures rushed out.
The Dharma Cultivators of the Wei Dynasty, in this duel battlefield, their strength was indeed suppressed to the extreme.
But no matter how suppressed they were, hundreds of gods surrounded and attacked... Among them were the military cities and war puppets of the Mo family, the sharp swords and magic weapons of the Ou family, and the indiscriminate bombardment with the strange spells of other great clans. Wu San Tu The group of people only lasted for half a cup of tea before they were completely defeated.
Pillars of light flew into the sky, and Wu Tie rudely plundered all the secret treasures stored in Wu Santu and others' possessions.
Xiang Feiyu took another bottle of life-saving elixir, stood up panting, and looked at Wu Tie with confusion.
"Prince An, who are you?" Xiang Feiyu blinked and asked Wu Tie at a loss.
Wu Tie remained silent for a while, while Ou Yezi and others quietly surrounded Xiang Feiyu.
Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin walked up to Xiang Feiyu with smiles and bowed to him in an eloquent manner.
Xiang Feiyu's eyes twitched violently. Li Xuangui, who was proficient in divination, and Yuan Qilin, who had a wonderful understanding of the world, these two old monsters were unique figures among the Three Kingdoms.
Looking at the strong men of the Wei Dynasty who surrounded him, Xiang Feiyu laughed. His six arms clenched the big ax in his hand, and he smiled bitterly: "Two... seniors... what are you..."
Li Xuangui looked at Xiang Feiyu seriously, his eyes shining as brightly as a lighthouse in the dark night. There was a strong aura about him, which gave people a strong sense of convincing.
"Which boy from the Xiang family are you... Well, that doesn't matter." Li Xuangui waved his hand, pointed at Xiang Feiyu, and said seriously: "Just now, I said that there was a bloody disaster in Wu San Tu, did you hear it?"
Xiang Feiyu nodded blankly.
"I never deceive others. If I say he has suffered a disaster of blood and light, he has suffered a disaster of blood and light... You see, his bones and flesh are now turned into mud and he has returned to heaven and earth." Li Xuangui said seriously to Xiang Feiyu, who had a dark face: "Xiao Xiang, I have a close friendship with your ancestor Xiang Wuwei... So, I think you will also suffer a bloody disaster today."
Xiang Feiyu's expression became even more ugly, and his six arms moved subconsciously.
As soon as he moved, there were at least more than two hundred magical weapons, hundreds of powerful talismans, thousands of thunder fires with astonishing explosive power, and other miscellaneous, but all powerful secret treasures and magical weapons locked on him. .
Those magical weapons and the like clung tightly to his body, turning him into a hedgehog.
"If you don't listen to me, a bloody disaster is just around the corner." Old God Li Xuangui shook his head at Xiang Feiyu and said.
Xiang Feiyu almost didn't cry. Damn it, hundreds of gods, most of whom were in the realm of gods, most of whom were at least one heaven higher than him in cultivation, were tightly surrounding him. There were so many weapons sticking to him. How could he say that he Without the bloody disaster, he himself wouldn’t believe it!
"Old senior... is there a way to resolve this?" Xiang Feiyu wanted to cry.
"You are destined to be my master... If you take refuge with my master, not only you, but also your entire Xiang family will be prosperous!" Li Xuangui enthusiastically grabbed Xiang Feiyu's arm and said with a smile: "You Look, my master was born so wise and powerful, he is indeed a rare wise master. How about you become my master’s sect? Or, can you try today’s bloody disaster?”
More than a dozen divine swords from Ou Yezi silently penetrated Xiang Feiyu's body three inches deep.
Less than half an hour later, Wu Tie set off again.
This time, there was Xiang Feiyu in his team.
Three hours later, Xiang Feixie was added to Wu Tie's team.
Not long after, another Li Guang was added to Wu Tie's team...
Then came Zhao Xiang...
Wu Tie's team grew slowly and slowly like a snowball.
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