A small flying boat flew forward slowly. Wu Tie was sitting on the bow. Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin were making tea. Xiang Feiyu, Zhao Xiang and Li Guang were drinking. Ma Liang was holding a writing brush, and his nerves were chattering in the air. Write and draw in Chinese.
Xiang Feixie and an ancestor of the Zhao family controlled the flying boat, flying forward aimlessly at a height of several hundred feet above the ground, bypassing huge mountains.
In the battlefield, these peaks are as short as a thousand feet high and as high as nearly ten thousand feet high. The small flying boat can only sail at low altitude near the foot of the mountain.
Strong winds roared past, and blood mist rolled in the high places. Between the mountains, the dense jungle danced with the wind. Occasionally, an old ape in the mountain made a sharp roar, causing countless birds to scream in panic.
The air was filled with almost substantial murderous intent, faint shock waves were coming from all directions, and people were fighting everywhere.
The blood mist blocked the power of the divine soul. With the strength of Wu Tie's divine embryo, the power of his divine soul could only be spread out for a few hundred feet. Li Xuangui and his ancestors in the realm of gods could only extend the power of the divine soul for a hundred feet. Less than.
No one knew who the people fighting in the distance were, so the flying boat could only fly around at will, looking for people "as it happened".
On the flying boat, small formation restrictions emerged one after another. The formation restrictions, tightly packed together like gears, rotated rapidly, rapidly consuming the yuan crystals in the energy furnace.
Even so, the speed of the flying boat is only slightly faster than the escape method, and it can probably reach the level of traveling three thousand miles a day.
More than 90% of the power of the flying formation in the flying boat was wasted, swallowed up out of thin air by the bloody mist that filled the air.
After flying forward for dozens of miles, several slow auras fell from above. Zhao Xiang waved his hand, and the auras fell into his hands. He glanced at the jade talismans in his hand and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, the Zhao family has several sons who are encountering the enemy in front."
Zhao Xiang cursed a few words angrily.
In this damn duel battlefield, not only the speed of escaping light has been greatly suppressed, but even the speed of early warning messages for help has been suppressed to the extreme. Several sons of the Zhao family met the enemy dozens of miles away, and the order letter actually flew by after a cup of tea.
On weekdays, this most urgent distress letter is just the most ordinary thing that can travel thousands of miles in an instant.
Wu Tie whistled, rolled up his sleeves, and put away the flying boat.
Including Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin and Ma Liang, everyone also gave up the escape method, spread their legs and ran wildly in the direction where Ling Xin flew from.
As Ma Liang ran wildly, he waved his brush and wrote in the air in front of him. At the same time, he complained in a "chirp" voice: "I have not used my legs to pass by in many years... What a waste of time the gods are in this poor place." unfair?"
Before he finished speaking, Ma Liang tripped on a big rock and dropped a solid, crisp piece of dog shit.
The majestic Taishang Patriarch of the Wei Ma family had his limbs spread out and was flatly embedded in the mud. His appearance was as pitiable as possible.
Wu Tie and his party did not look back, and no one looked at Ma Liang. However, Xiang Feiyu and several Qingqiu generals and ancestors showed reserved and subtle smiles at the same time.
Ma Liang stood up neatly, put away his brush, and stopped writing in the air. Instead, he followed Wu Tie obediently and ran forward with all his strength.
Although he is a Dharma cultivator, he is after all a cultivator above the third level of the Divine Realm. His divine body has been tempered to a certain degree of strength. Although his running speed is not as fast as Wu Tie and others, it is not slow, at least slower than the Escape Technique. Tuntun's volley flight was much faster.
After running for dozens of miles, they rounded the foot of a mountain in front of them. With a "boom", a figure flew through the air and hit a big rock a hundred feet in front of Wu Tie.
Blood flashed on the boulders, the figure's armor cracked and splashed, and the fragments hit the rocks with a loud bang. The man's two arms were twisted strangely, and the spear he held tightly in his hand shone with a dazzling light, and was suddenly broken from the middle. Both hands were only holding a section of the gun shaft.
"Ahu." Zhao Xiang cursed angrily, jumped in front of Wu Tie, ducked to the figure, carefully lifted his upper body, and fed a Taoist treasure pill into his mouth.
"Great Uncle..." The body of the young man whom Zhao Xiang called Ahu was twitching slightly, and blood was constantly bleeding from at least dozens of places all over his body.
Just by cultivating his physical body, he could not die for a while even if his internal organs collapsed. In addition, Zhao Xiang fed him a Taoist treasure pill. The aura of this young man Ahu gradually stabilized, and then quickly strengthened from dying.
"Great uncle... Dawu's bunch of bastards, they are very weird." Ahu stood up unsteadily, dropped the two broken guns in his hands, shook his arms, broke the twisted arm bones and pieced them together with a few "clicks" , and then began to repair the bones with the help of the power of the treasure pill.
"Dong dong dong" sounded three times in a row, and the three figures vomited blood. Like Ahu, they were knocked away by the heavy blow and hit their heads on the rocks.
The three young men who were beaten away were all about the same age as A Hu, and their cultivation levels were also very different. They were all half-step to the realm of gods.
Their armor was also shattered, their weapons were broken, and their bodies were injured in dozens of places. They were bleeding and vomiting blood. They lay on the ground and were twitching slightly, but they couldn't move for a long time.
These three young men were also children of the Zhao family. Zhao Xiang rushed over and poured a life-saving elixir into them.
"Haha, I beat the young ones, here comes the old ones... But you people from Qingqiu can't do it." A sarcastic voice came from hundreds of feet away: "Back then, when Da Jin was still there, you were more resistant to beatings. … Da Jin is gone, and if it were you Qingqiu, why would you all suddenly become weak?"
Wu Tie looked over.
Hundreds of feet away, three military generals were smiling strangely. One of them was stepping on a young disciple of the Zhao family.
The young man's injuries were much more serious than Ah Hu's. Both of his arms were broken at the shoulders. Judging from the rough appearance of the wounds, it was clear that they were not cut off with a sharp weapon, but were violently torn apart. Come down.
The wound was bleeding like a fountain, but the young man from the Zhao family was also brave. Although his head was stepped on and forced to the ground, his body was still twisting and struggling wildly, and he kept yelling curses.
"Boy, you are very brave." Zhao Xiang saved four junior members of his family, then stood up and looked at the three generals.
Seeing the son of the family who was stepped on the ground and whose arms were violently torn off, Zhao Xiang smiled coldly: "Apan, endure the pain. Later, great uncle will ask you to take revenge in person... Haha, how can they kill you? Those who have both arms, you can break all five of their limbs."
Wu Tie stopped and stood on a large rock, looking coldly at the three young martial artists.
Li Guang stood a hundred feet behind Wu Tie, slowly took out his long bow, and placed three long arrows on the bowstring.
Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie are on the left and right, hundreds of feet apart. They are like vise clamps, clamping the three generals in the middle. Any one of them can easily attack the three of them with just one flying move. .
Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin and Ma Liang were standing far away, hundreds of feet apart, at the foot of a hill, smiling and gesticulating towards this side.
It was clear that they were trapped in a tight siege. Whether it was Zhao Xiang, Li Guang, or even Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie, any one of them could easily kill those three people with a flip of his hand.
But the three young generals of the Great Martial God Kingdom who were half-stepping into the realm of gods were not afraid at all, and they were smiling happily.
"The old guy looks a bit familiar... Well, I remembered it. The genealogy of the generals of the Jin Dynasty that we were forced to memorize since we were young has a portrait of you, the old guy. Zhao Xiang, the Supreme Prince of the Zhao family... Hey, that's right, right?"
A big man about one foot and five feet tall, with black hair all over his body like a black bear's spirit, laughed loudly, pointed at Zhao Xiang and said: "Well, yes, you are Zhao Xiang... As expected, you beat the younger one, Here comes the old one.”
Shaking his head with a smile, the big man pointed at Li Guang and others again: "Well, holding a long bow, Li Guang, the Li family's crown prince... and Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie, you are famous, we used to On the battlefield, I secretly saw you several times from a distance.”
"However, compared to your status, you two old men of the Xiang family are a bit inferior."
"Tsk, tsk, the big battle is really... Phew, this is... An Wang Huo Xiong, right? It's developed, it's developed, it's really developed!"
The big black-haired man pointed at Wu Tie with great excitement and shouted: "Brothers, look out, big fat sheep, big fat sheep, An Wang Huo Xiong is here... What do you say? The sky is really full of things. Pie down."
Zhao Xiang and others snorted coldly at the same time.
These three young generals of Dawu are a little too arrogant. Facing four ancestors of the gods, they actually dare to point fingers like this? And there was no respect at all in his tone. As expected, the upbringing of these barbarians in Dawu was very problematic.
Wu Tie pointed to his nose with a smile: "I am the king? Big fat sheep? Pie in the sky? You three, have you... drunk too much?"
Zhao Xiang, Li Guang and others laughed at the same time, and even Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin, two old masters who usually remained calm, laughed with great joy.
Three little guys who are half-step into the realm of gods, calling their 'lord' a big fat sheep in front of them
It's like three little rabbits, in front of a group of tigers, saying that a dragon guarded by these hungry wolves is a carrot that fell from the sky.
ridiculous!
"Absurd." Zhao Xiang suddenly shouted: "How did Wu Ba teach his juniors? Even if we are enemies, you don't understand the proper respect between superiors and inferiors at all?"
"Is there superiority or inferiority?" The tall, black-haired man laughed wildly: "Are you worthy?"
With a loud roar, the air around the black-haired man suddenly exploded, and the ground beneath his feet trembled violently. He used an incredible speed to cross the void with one step, and then punched Wu Tie in the chest.
When this punch hit, the void was distorted, a huge earthquake occurred, and the blood mist in the sky was dragged by his punch, turning into a ferocious monster head, making a harsh, soul-stirring roar, and swallowed Wu Tie head-on. down.
Wu Tie felt that his eyes suddenly became dark.
The sky seemed to have collapsed, and everything around him had completely disappeared. Only a huge fist came with boundless killing intent.
This is not the ability that a half-step god realm should have.
This punch completely drove away all the tangible and intangible existences around Wu Tie, and the avenues of heaven and earth were in chaos. It seemed that there was only this extremely domineering punch with murderous intent.
Violent power, absolute power, supreme power!
The purest brutal violence turned into a punch that could destroy all things and struck Wu Tie.
"This is not..." Wu Tie wanted to say that this was not the power that this black-haired man should have.
But the hurricane hit him, and Wu Tie could barely utter three words before the hurricane forced the rest of the words back into his mouth.
Wu Tie raised his arms in anger and crossed them in front of his chest.
There was a loud noise, and a heavy fist hit Wu Tie's crossed arms. An incredible force came, and the boulder under Wu Tie's feet shattered into pieces. Even though it was firmly protected by the bloody light of the duel battlefield, the boulder was still It was so shaken that it shattered and exploded.
Wu Tie's body turned into a meteor, shooting straight towards the back, crossing a distance of several miles in an instant, and crashing into the mountain behind him.
The bloody light on the surface of the mountain shook violently, and it kept making loud and dull thunderous noises.
Wu Tie's body shattered the bloody light, plunged into the mountain, then penetrated the mountain and flew out from the other side of the mountain.
The black-haired man stood where Wu Tie was just now and couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "With this kind of power, this kind of absolute power, will An Wang Huo Xiong be enough to kill you?"
The faces of Zhao Xiang and others turned pale.
This kind of power... This black-haired man's own cultivation is obviously only half-step to the realm of gods. Compared with the Ahu and Apan mentioned by Zhao Xiang, they are slightly inferior to the cultivation of the Zhao family's sons, but they burst out His combat effectiveness has clearly reached the level of the fifth level of the gods.
Among the ancestors of the Three Kingdoms, the fifth level of the divine realm is considered to be the top existence.
"My lord..." Xiang Feixie had the hottest temper and was the most anxious. He immediately yelled.
The black-haired man and his two companions were stunned for a moment.
what's going on
Xiang Feixie calls 'An Wang Huo Xiong' the 'Lord'
Well, according to common sense, the generals and generals in Qingqiu can only have one master, and that is Qingqiu God Emperor Linghu Qingqing!
Xiang Feixie calls Wu Tie 'Lord'... Are they planning to rebel
Wu Tie was knocked away by a blow and his body crashed through a mountain. He only felt shakes all over his body and his flesh was a little numb. In addition, a deep punch mark was made on his right arm.
The huge energy of essence and blood washed away the fist mark on his right arm. The dark, almost penetrating fist mark quickly dissipated, and the skin and flesh returned to its normal color. Shaking his hands, his arms were no longer sore or numb, and there were no sequelae. Even some cracked blood marks on the skin had healed.
Stepping on the strong wind, Wu Tie jumped from the top of the mountain and fell heavily back to the ground.
Shaking his arms, Wu Tie looked at the black-haired man: "This is not your power... You borrowed the power of the divine weapon? Well, what a big gesture. It seems that the sacrifice you offered is quite amazing. However, Why are you so happy to see me?"
The black-haired man looked at Wu Tie solemnly. The punch he had just exerted the power of the borrowed divine weapon Shifang Tu Miejia to its extreme, but he could not kill Wu Tie with one punch.
"King An is so well hidden. You are only half a step into the realm of gods, but your physical strength is comparable to that of the senior ancestors of gods... No, you may be even stronger." The black-haired man looked at him a little anxiously. Wu Tie.
Instinctively, the black-haired man felt the terrifying power hidden in Wu Tie's body.
Instinctively, the black-haired man felt Wu Tie's own terror.
It felt like a little brat standing in front of an evil dragon. Although he couldn't see through the evil dragon's true body, he could feel the terrifying aura.
"The Barbarian God Clan has issued a hunt order for you... The person who kills you can be called the next Great Martial God Emperor." The black-haired man squinted his eyes, looked at Wu Tie warily and cautiously, and slowly stepped back step by step. Retreat slowly.
"But, obviously, we don't have the strength to kill you... So, how about we hand over that kid and let us leave safely?" The black-haired man pointed at Apan who was stepped on the ground.
Wu Tie laughed: "I think it's not good... you also need to punch me."
Wu Tie roared, and the color of the surrounding world suddenly changed. He followed suit and punched the black-haired man.