The instant trembling made Zhuo Shaoyu think that Xu Yan had learned the truth about the Xingqi Pill, and wanted to drag them, the elites of the Ghost King Sect, to die with the barbarians. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But seeing Xu Yan's bravery on the battlefield, the doubts and anger in Zhuo Shaoyu's heart gradually disappeared.

He didn't think that Xu Yan could recognize the black poppy grass, and that the Qi Pill was not fake.

Zhuo Shaoyu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, feeling a little funny for his suspicion, not to mention the existence of black poppy grass, not to mention a sixteen-year-old young martial artist, even he Zhuo Shaoyu, if it wasn't for his father who had already informed him of the existence of this poisonous weed, he wouldn't have known at all.

Even the old fritters who have been walking the rivers and lakes for many years will be planted under the poisonous power of black poppy grass, Zhuo Shaoyu does not think that the young Xu Yan can recognize the kind of poisonous weeds that only cultivators can distinguish.

It seems that I am overthinking......

Retracting his gaze from a distance, Zhuo Shaoyu's mind that had just calmed down became irritable again, and he rushed towards the other Taibao's battle groups with a blood-stained sword, and dozens of innate masters beside him followed closely.

Zhuo Shaoyu didn't want to be angry, how could it be that this time the Ghost King Gate really suffered heavy casualties, in less than half an hour, half of the five hundred congenital deaths, and there was originally one less Yang Yi's eighteen Taibao, and now there are four fewer people.

The four Taibao were killed, and more than half of the congenital masters died, and the danger of this encounter made even Zhuo Shaoyu, the great Taibao of the Ghost King Sect, who was used to seeing dead people, feel chilled.

Dead people are not terrible, but if they die by hundreds of innate masters, it will become terrible, not only terrible, but also a pity.

More than half of the casualties in the Ghost King Gate were lost, and the barbarians were no better.

There are now more than 100 people left in the three hundred iron cavalry, once this group of warlike barbarians abandon their horses and compete alone, their strength is not much different from that of the innate martial artists of one and two veins, and only the tall leader can fight with Xu Yan, who is congenital of the four veins.

Since the most difficult tall barbarian was completely entangled by Xu Yan, how could Zhuo Shaoyu let go of this opportunity and led the remaining Taibao to keep killing the barbarians.

Zhuo Shaoyu has already seen that there are fires everywhere in Changyi City, and there will definitely not be only this team of barbarian iron horses, he needs to deal with these alien races as soon as possible, and then leave the city immediately, if there are three hundred more iron horses, all these people from the Ghost King Gate will have to go in.

The feeling of being charged by the torrent of steel, Zhuo Shaoyu no longer wants to experience it, he doesn't care about the people of Changyi City, even if Luoyun Hall is the source of wealth, he doesn't care about it, this kind of fatal time, saving his life is the most important.

He is the great Taibao of the Ghost King Gate, how can he rush to kill indiscriminately in such a place, he is going to die, and the incense of the Zhuo family will be broken.

The all-out fight of the innate warriors made the number of barbarians smaller and smaller, the enemy was about to be slaughtered, and the most dangerous battle group was also divided into winners and losers at this time.

Slashed with the tall barbarian again, Xu Yan's right hand was completely numb, there was no consciousness at all, and the opponent was no better, it could be seen from the barbarian's trembling shoulders that he was even more unbearable than Xu Yan, not only was his hands drenched with blood, but his face armor was blown away by flying stones, and one eye was completely blown out by the flying locusts.

The mask fell off, and the appearance of a tall barbarian appeared in front of Xu Yan, and the alien race who looked rough from the outside not only looked hideous, but his big face was covered with black lines one by one, which looked like a totem smeared with black ash, which looked very weird.

Barbarians are already known for their savagery and ferocity, and it is not strange to smear some totems on their faces, and the black strips not only have the effect of camouflage, making people unable to see their true faces, but also add a sense of terror, which will make the enemy more stressed, and the enemy pressure will increase, and the barbarians' chances of victory will increase accordingly.

The method of survival that can only be learned when facing wild beasts is a characteristic of barbarians, but the characteristics of barbarians may be able to confuse others, but they cannot confuse Xu Yan.

Especially Xu Yan's left eye!

The barbarian that Xu Yan saw in his left eye was indeed covered with black lines on his big face, but the black lines were not stripes, but like flower petals, like a strange totem.

This kind of totem Xu Yan is not unfamiliar, when he was in Yulin Temple, he saw it on the face of an unwise monk.

It was those weird totem imprints that blocked Xu Yan's flying stones many times, if there were no weird totems on his face, Xu Yan's previous flying locust would have been able to directly blow up the opponent's head, instead of just blowing him out one eye.

The steel knife broke through the white snow, Xu Yan roared and slashed at the opponent, and at the same time as the knife was released, the stone in his right hand hit out like lightning.

The knife and stone arrived, and the tall barbarian covered in bruises finally retreated, and after resisting the flying stone with a giant knife, he hurriedly pressed the head of the knife, wanting to break the cold iron knife in Xu Yan's hand.

The knife was pressed down, and the flying stone was also blocked, and when the tall barbarian breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly noticed a little different.

This time, the flying stone was sent out from the opponent's right hand, and the opponent was originally holding a knife in his right hand, when did he change it to a left-handed knife?

As soon as the doubts appeared, the tall barbarian knew why the opponent had to free his right hand, because at this time, Xu Yan was already close to his body, stepped on his knee, and his right hand just pressed the back of his head.

Xu Yan freed his right hand, as if he was about to touch the barbarian's head.

Xu Yan didn't have the habit of touching other people's heads, his body at this time was weirdly twisted, his left foot was in the air, his right foot stepped on the opponent's left knee, and his right hand pressed the back of the barbarian's head, like a big horse monkey.

Don't look at the strange posture, but if you completely erase the barbarians from Xu Yan's side at this time, you can find that Xu Yan's current action is to pick up his right hand and prepare to play the posture of a flying locust.

"Fly...... Locust !!"

Xu Yan is indeed hitting the flying locusts, he didn't use stones, he used the head of a tall barbarian!

Rumble!

The tall barbarian's body suddenly flipped over, his head rushed down, his feet were up, and he was directly regarded as a stone by Xu Yan, and he was swept into the ground, and the two-foot-square blue brick was smashed into pieces by the barbarian's head.

Although the head was hit hard and the blood flowed, the tall barbarian was still not dead, Xu Yan could see the strange totem on the other party's face twisting and wriggling, as if there was a special power protecting his body, or rather, strengthening the barbarian's physique, making him stronger and stronger.

No matter how strong his body was, he couldn't stand being beaten out as a flying locust, and the battered barbarian leader couldn't get up, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he rolled his eyes and stared at the young man above his head.

Slowly getting up, the corners of Xu Yan's mouth grinned wider, and that kind of demonic sneer was cold even for barbarians.

The long knife that flashed with cold light was suddenly raised, and Xu Yan said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The wine in the skull wine glass, is it delicious...... Ah Qi!"

Call!

The sword wind was cold, cutting through the snow.

Click!

The head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out, sprinkled all over Xu Yan's young and hideous face.

The fierce battle has come to an end, the number of barbarians is not much, seeing the leader killed, the remaining dozens of barbarians rushed to the war horses in the distance, and did not turn back to fight the horses, the only remaining innate martial artists of the Ghost King Gate finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the seventeen Taibao in the pool of blood in unison.

In the distance, the flames soared into the sky, the wails of the people could even be heard from afar, the sky was silently falling snowflakes, the ground was red, and the long street was full of corpses and broken arms.

In the heavy snow, the boy bent down and grabbed a head, and a snowflake fell on the corner of his eye, and soon, it melted into a clear stream, and sank to the ground at the same time as the headless soul......