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"Presumptuous!" Wu Ya didn't expect that these low-level monks would dare to attack him, and Wu Ya was furious. However, before she could start to have a seizure, the Dark Winged Owl Dragon's swift attack overwhelmed her, and she had no time to settle the score with the low-level monk.
When the others saw this situation, they all became energetic and followed suit. They picked up stones one after another and threw them at Wuya and the five people. Although the cultivation of these low-level monks is not good, they are still monks who have broken through the shackles of nature, and the power of the stones thrown is equally astonishing. More importantly, they have many people and rely on quantity to win, so the effect is even more amazing. It was like a rain of rocks, crackling and so dense.
Although ants are small, if you encounter a group of them, they will bite you completely. Wu Ya and the others were able to withstand it at first, but later on, after everyone received more than a dozen pieces in succession, they could no longer bear it, especially the injured Cai Jing who suffered the worst. Under the storm-like attack of stones, he was already His head was bruised and bleeding, and he kept wailing.
Cai Jing was extremely angry, but he was entangled by the Dark-Wing Xiaolong. He couldn't escape and could only get angry. This made Cai Jing, who was used to being aloof, so angry that he almost vomited blood. [
Cai Jing brought these cannon fodder, hoping to make it easier to deal with Dark Wing Xiaolong. Unexpectedly, these cannon fodder turned out to be Dark Wing Xiaolong's helpers, and the cooperation between the two parties was very tacit. Originally, relying on the cultivation of the five of them, although it was difficult, they would eventually be able to subdue the Dark-Wing Xiaolong. Who would have thought that the current situation of the five of them was a narrow one. Let alone subduing the Dark-Wing Xiaolong, even they Their lives were in extreme danger. All the rules and plans were disrupted by the rocks thrown by the cannon fodder, so that they were completely trapped in a passive situation of being beaten.
Cai Jing cursed angrily, but at the same time he felt very evil in his heart. Why did the Darkwing Xiaolong identify them and ignore those cannon fodders? Although the Darkwing Xiaolong is very spiritual, is it too spiritual to be too high
"No! If we continue like this, we have to be trapped here! Junior brother, let's lure the Dark-Wing Owl Dragon to the cannon fodder." Wu Ya was also feeling extremely strenuous at this time, having to dodge the darkness in the stormy rocks. The indiscriminate bombardment of the Winged Owl Dragon was really uncomfortable.
Cai Jing said with a bitter expression: "Is it useful? This dark-winged owl dragon seems to have spotted us, and it doesn't pay attention to those cannon fodder at all. What a hell!"
Wu Ya's face became stern and she said in a cold voice, "Even if the Darkwing Xiaolong doesn't deal with those cannon fodders, we can still take the opportunity to get rid of those cannon fodders. This will save them from causing more trouble to us!"
When Cai Jing heard this, his eyes immediately widened, flashing fiercely, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! That's it!" After that, he was the first to pull away and volley out.
Wu Ya and three monks from Shangde Academy acted according to the law. The five people didn't care about the Darkwing Xiaolong chasing behind them. They only targeted a group of cannon fodder, and their murderous intent instantly reached the extreme level.
Seeing the five men approaching with ferocious looks, the more than twenty cannon fodders certainly knew what this meant. They screamed strangely and immediately fled in all directions like birds and beasts.
Upon seeing this, Wu Ya sneered, and her figure suddenly accelerated, like a stream of light, spanning more than ten feet in an instant. The sword in her hand pointed slightly, and a needle-like sword light flashed past. A low-level monk who was running wildly a few feet in front of her suddenly had a blood hole the size of a fist exploded in his heart. , and then fell down...