Prajna raised his palms and saluted, his eyes warm and calm, "Patriarch Huathorn and everyone, please use the totem of your own family to swear to the Holy Land that my teacher Mengshan Dawu will become a witness to this oath."
Thorn took a deep breath, "Okay!"
She made an oath with the three chiefs of Heita, Chongshan, and Yanhe at the same time.
Prajna sensed that the oath had been fulfilled, and he turned around and left.
Qin Yu didn't look back, "Baizhi, dog left."
A carriage in the team, pushed away from the inside, wrapped in white robes, and Bai Zhi, whose eyes were cold, stepped out of it.
At the same time, outside the battlefield where the two barbarian armies confronted each other, the pale-faced former disciple of the Li family, carrying a long sword, appeared out of nowhere, and was walking towards him while coughing lightly.
Hua Ting's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly said loudly: "The barren man Zhongwu Hou, I am a man of the rules, and the battle will be judged by two wins in three rounds."
Qin Yu glanced at her, "No, as long as you can defeat, any one of the two of Ben Hou's subordinates will be considered a loser."
Bai Zhi walked in front of her, saluting slightly rusty, her eyes extremely calm.
Gouzhu smiled bitterly, looked up at the Marquis of Zhongwu in front of him, "I am now half a cripple, but Lord Marquis is very confident in me, so aren't you afraid of losing?"
Qin Yu said lightly: "If you lose, you will die."
Gou Zu frowned slightly and murmured, "It seems that this time it's really going to be hard."
Among the four coalition forces, the first to fight was the barbarian named by Qin Yu.
He looks like an ordinary young barbarian, and his body is quite small in the clan, but since the four chief clan leaders let him play, he is naturally very confident.
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, "leave him alive."
Bai Zhi nodded, stepped forward, and her white robe was swept by the wind, outlining a proud curve. In the four barbarian armies, laughter suddenly sounded, and countless hot eyes fell on her chest.
Her feet were steady, her steps were not chaotic in the slightest, but her eyes were getting colder and colder, as if the whole world could be frozen.
The young barbarian opposite obviously felt the pressure, he frowned, and suddenly stepped forward... The first strike is stronger!
boom-
There was a huge earthquake on the ground, and it shattered and cracked, and a huge stone puppet was summoned. Roaring up to the sky, the stone statue puppet's eyes were full of blood, and he lifted his big feet and stepped down heavily.
Bai Zhi raised her head and stopped, and the gust of wind rushed towards her face, stirring up her robes, making the emerging curves clearer and more attractive.
Above the head, the sky darkened, and the big feet of the stone statue puppet covered the entire sky.
Swah—
A sword light suddenly appeared, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, whistling through the space and slashing through the stone statue puppet.
Bai Zhi turned around and left, behind the huge stone puppet, the body was divided into two, the incision was neat and smooth like a mirror!
It fell to the ground and cracked, breaking into huge stones, and the young barbarian who summoned the stone statue on the opposite side frowned and said slowly, "Good swordsmanship."
A blood line appeared between his eyebrows, and then his body, like the stone statue, directly turned into two halves. The viscera fell to the ground, blood was flowing, and the stench was pungent!
"Master Marquis, the sword of the maid can only kill, it cannot save his life, please forgive me." Bai Zhi did not look back, and saluted respectfully, obviously knowing everything about it.
Qin Yu glanced at her and said lightly: "You helped Ben Hou win a game, I won't blame you, but my wife probably won't, she is as good as me."
Bai Zhi's body stiffened slightly.
Qin Yu waved his hand and didn't give her a chance to speak.
Bai Zhi took a breath and turned to the carriage.
At this moment, she was still slender, still the stunner who made a man's mouth dry at a glance. But now, there are no more eyes that dare to show blasphemy, full of endless horror and awe.
The faces of the four great savage powerhouses, such as Huathorn, changed greatly, and their eyes showed shock and anger. Obviously, they never expected that a maidservant under the barren Zhongwuhou would actually have such a terrifying cultivation. That sword was so terrifying that even if they shot it, they might not be able to resist it.
At this point, the three generations of the Li family, who wanted to be dogs to survive, sighed, "Zhuyu is in front, what can I do?"
He glanced at Qin Yu with a trace of resentment on his face.
Qin Yu turned a blind eye and repeated what he just said, "If you lose, you will die."
The dog left sighed again, "Can't you say another word? It's unlucky to die."
He shook his head and stepped forward, with a pale face full of helplessness, "Everyone on the opposite side, can you have a weakness, and then take the initiative to collide with my sword edge, I'm a scumbag. I owe a big favor, and I will definitely pay it back in the future!"
Bai Zhi shot ahead, no one dared to underestimate, this seemingly half-dead, sick seedling was left hanging in one breath.
The head of the Heita tribe took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "I will do it myself!"
Hua Thorn narrowed his eyes, but did not express any objection, "He is indeed seriously injured, at most only one blow, be careful, don't lose your life!"
The head of the Heita tribe licked the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry." He strode forward, and with each step, the aura around him became stronger and stronger.
"Crackling", the flesh and bones on the body kept screaming, and the whole body swelled up, and the exposed flesh and blood appeared, like a black metal.
He grinned and strode forward, "Little white face, let me see how fast your sword is!"
Gou left murmured: "Little white face, in my hometown, in a sense, this is a compliment." While speaking, his foot suddenly moved, and the whole was like a stick, light and weightless. feathers, slide out directly to the left.
The next moment, where the dog left his feet, it was instantly smashed into pieces, and the violent force was wantonly splashed.
The head of the Heita tribe sneered again and again, "Aren't you barbarian sword cultivators the best at killing people? How do you know to run! It seems that Xiaobai Lian is Xiao Bai Lian, it doesn't seem to be useful, did you wait until the bed, you are also the one with the bayonet knife? ?"
The dog remained expressionless, his face became more and more pale, he dodged and continued to dodge, erratic like a shadow. No matter how smashed the ground was with one punch after another, he was always able to dodge it by a tiny margin.
There is one point, Hua Thorn guessed right, his current state is indeed very bad, and he can only make two swords at most. But in fact, for the dog left, there is only one sword to play. Because, once the second sword is used, he will die immediately. So he is waiting, waiting for the opponent to reveal his flaws before he can hand out a deadly sword and completely cut off its vitality.
The Heita clan chief cursed endlessly, and he had already said a lot of swear words. He seemed to be annoyed, but in fact, the depths of his eyes were always cold.
The sickly young boy with a white face was waiting for the chance to use his sword. He had already sensed this from the very beginning of the fight. Because, from this little white face, he felt a threatening aura.
It's not strong, but it's especially suffocating. It's like an ice blade as thin as a cicada's wings. Although it can be smashed with a single flick, as long as the speed is fast enough, it can still easily split the flesh and blood meridians and cause fatal damage.
The head of the Heita tribe has deliberately revealed several flaws, but I don't know if it is too cautious, or this little white face is timid and never does anything.
This made the Heita clan chief unable to bear, and frowned secretly, because in his current state, his own defense is the strongest, but maintaining this state requires a lot of power.
The little white face in front of him seems to be unable to get up in one breath and will die at any time, but he is slippery and does not slip, and he can save danger every time.
If he continues, without waiting for a punch to kill him, I am afraid that the Heita clan chief will have to lower his own defense because of too much power loss.
It was another three punches in a row, and the speed was as fast as thunder, but Gouzu seemed to be able to understand his shot trajectory in advance, and he could successfully avoid it every time.
Can't delay any longer!
The head of the Heita clan took a deep breath, his chest bulged slightly, he shouted and stepped, his figure jumped into the air, and punched down to display a secret technique unique to the Heita clan.
The earth shook violently, shattered, and collapsed downwards, terrifyingly imprisoned power, surging out from the cracks in the ground, like an invisible cage, suppressing the leftovers.
Leaving the ground with both feet is a big flaw for the Heita clan chief, he is attracting the dog left to use his sword. And in the same way, this flaw is also a killer move, even if Gouzhu continues to avoid, he will be imprisoned by the ground rift, and it will be difficult to escape in the end.
No matter if you don't use the sword or not, there is only one dead end waiting for him!
Gouzu, who was embarrassedly dodging the three consecutive punches, his black hair soaked with sweat, and his face getting paler and paler, stood in the large fissure, his expression still calm. He raised his head and looked at the head of the Heita tribe in mid-air. Without any hesitation, he stabbed his long sword out of its sheath. The whole process was smooth and smooth, and it seemed that he had been waiting for this opportunity from the very beginning.
The eyes of the head of the Heita clan suddenly lit up, and a trace of coldness poured out. "Little white face..." He only had time to say three words. He suddenly stiffened and looked down at his chest. A transparent blood hole appeared, which should have been there. The beating heart there had disappeared.
The strike just now was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly at all. It was so close that his heart and the surrounding flesh and blood turned into dust at the moment of being stabbed, and he was completely cut off from all vitality. !
The head of the Heita tribe fell on his back, his body that had swelled for a few laps returned to its original state, and his violent and powerful aura dissipated.
The dog coughed violently, and there was a trace of abnormal flushing on his pale face. He covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and he bent over to gasp for breath. It felt like he was about to cough up his lungs in the next moment. Spray through nose and mouth.
"Huh... Little White Face... Although I... can think of you as... complimenting me..." He stood up straight, wiped his mouth and nose, his palms turning scarlet, "but I... still very unhappy..."
Turning around and walking back, looking at Gouzu, who was crumbling and could be knocked down with just one finger, the strong men in the Black Tower were all red-eyed.
Swah—
The figure of Prajna appeared out of thin air, with a calm expression standing in the middle, "The Marquis of Zhongwu won both battles, but you lost."
Huathorn took a deep breath, bowed and saluted, "I am willing to admit defeat, Master Prajna, I will leave now!"
She turned away.
Chongshan and Yanhe, the two-step patriarchs, followed behind with ashen faces.
After a little hesitation, everyone in the Black Tower Department did not dare to act rashly.