Under the Bamboo Forest of Naruto

"You vicious woman, this old man will tear your body to pieces and turn your bones into ashes."

The old man in Tsing Yi struggled to get up slightly tremblingly. Although he was missing a leg and an arm, he could still stand up with his cultivation, but standing on the ground with one leg felt a bit funny, like It is the exclusive love of the golden rooster independent general, the president keeps a low profile.

His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat, making an unpleasant rubbing sound.

He limped and walked slowly towards the palace witch. Although he had no face or expression, anyone could see the ferocious look in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat the witch's flesh and drink the witch's flesh. of blood.

He was an ancient martial artist in the state of fetal breath, almost died in her hands. Although he still has a mouthful now, he was almost destroyed half of him. Let alone going further in the future, it is not bad if his cultivation base does not regress.

Ruining his body and cutting off his path to the pinnacle of martial arts is simply a mortal enmity.

He moved step by step towards the Palace Witch. Although the walk was very difficult, at least he could still walk, and the Witch couldn't even move her fingers at this moment. Later, he would have to tear the vicious woman apart.

"Master Uncle, it's not good, Master Uncle, it's not good."

Suddenly, a panicked voice resounded in the silent forest, and then a figure ran over from one place, with a look of panic on his face, shouting loudly while running.

After a while, the man ran up to the old man Fu Qing, panting, as if he had run a long distance.

Fu Qing stared at the young man in front of him, and was slightly taken aback. This man was wearing the clothes of an outer disciple of the Changtian Sect.He subconsciously thought that this person was a disciple of the Changtian Sect. After all, besides the witch, who else would dare to enter this area without authorization.

"What's the fuss?"

Fu Qing said hoarsely, facing the boy with a terrifying face.The eyes are cold, and anyone who sees it will feel cold.

He was very unhappy about this little outer disciple who interrupted his revenge.

"Master Uncle, Master Master is dead. He died just now...just now..."

Mo Wen gesticulated and described it for a long time, but he didn't explain a thing clearly, his face was full of panic and fear.He just kept saying that the master master died and something happened.

"what……?"

The two protruding eyeballs of the old man in Tsing Yi suddenly widened, and he looked at the young man in disbelief, his dilapidated body suddenly turned cold.

How could the senior brother in charge die?what is going on?With the cultivation of the senior brother in charge, who else can kill him?

That witch is no match for the senior brother of the sect master, how could something happen to the senior master of the sect.

for a moment.The thinking of the old man in Tsing Yi became a little confused.The sudden news frightened him so much that he couldn't turn his head around.

Gong Biluo, who was lying on the ground not far away, found the boy who appeared suddenly.The pupils shrank slightly, a flash of astonishment flashed in the eyes, and the beautiful face was stupefied for a moment.

How could he appear here?Didn't you leave the Changbai Mountains?

"So what happened……"

The old man in blue grabbed Mo Wen's lapel.It was almost roaring, but the words were half spoken.But suddenly found something wrong...

The young man in front of him is just an ordinary outer disciple, how could he appear here?Even the ancient warriors in the Baodan state could not bear the aftermath of the wave of yin energy just now. At this time, they either died or retreated from the campus thousands of meters away.

How could he survive as an outer disciple?And he just fought with the witch, but it took only half a stick of incense, how could the senior brother in charge die?That's almost impossible.

Almost instantly, a sense of vigilance rose in his heart.

"What happened, you go to hell and ask your senior brother who is in charge and you will know."

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, and the next moment he had already prepared his hands together, two breaths, one cold and one hot, emanated from his body, one was blazing, the other was cold, but they disappeared in an instant. Now, only an invisible light cluster appeared in his palm.

"Give me death."

With a flash of his figure, it was almost easy for the old man in blue to stick to him in an instant, and then he pressed his palm on his chest.

At this time, although the old man in Tsing Yi felt a little bad in his heart, it was too late, and there was no time to stop Mo Wen who was close at hand.

After all, the injuries he suffered at this time were almost incalculable, and his reaction was not known to be much slower.

That palm patted the chest of the old man in green without hindrance, and the next moment a terrifying invisible ripple spread out, sweeping around silently, covering a distance of ten meters in an instant.

Wherever it passed, all the trees were silently turned into dust, and scattered on the ground one after another.Those withered trees completely disappeared from the woods and turned into piles of dust. The surrounding space seemed to open up, not like standing in a forest, but like standing in a square.

The old man in blue stared wide-eyed, looked at Mo Wen incredulously, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, there was a dull blasting sound in his chest, and a huge hole appeared at the position of his heart. The front and back sides were connected, and the scenery on the other side could be seen from one side.

And his heart, completely turned into ashes, disappeared directly from the chest cavity.

He looked down at the big hole in his chest in astonishment, and then slowly fell backwards.

He never dreamed that one day he, Fu Qing, would die at the hands of a young man. Even the witch didn't kill him, but died at the hands of an unknown junior whose name was unknown.

After the palm was slapped, Mo Wen's figure flew upside down in an instant, spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff, his complexion was pale, and his breath was sluggish, as if he had suffered from a serious illness.

The palm just now was almost the strongest attack he could unleash, the fusion of yin and yang, something he couldn't control at all, and if he used it without reservation at this time, it would naturally end up in a lose-lose situation.

But apart from the terrifying power formed by the fusion of yin and yang, it is almost impossible for him to kill a master in the realm of fetal breath. Even if the master in the realm of fetal breath is seriously injured, only one-tenth of his strength is left.

In order to kill Fu Qing, Mo Wen paid a high price, and what he couldn't control was to hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.Fortunately, the old man in Tsing Yi died, but he was still alive.

After the figure crossed a certain distance in the air, Mo Wen forcibly turned over, controlled his body to fall down, looked around, and then a few flashes appeared beside the palace witch, carried her on his back and ran away.

Now is not the time to care about how much you have been injured. If you don't leave, I am afraid that no one will be able to leave the empress' growth plan.

Fortunately, the storm formed by the Taiyin Claw of the Palace Witch just now cleared out the surrounding people, so the road was unimpeded at this time, and no one from the Changtian School appeared to intercept them.

After a while, the figures of Mo Wen and the Palace Witch disappeared into the woods.

The surviving disciples of the Changtian faction all hid thousands of meters away, not daring to approach the center, for fear of being affected again, until they found that there was no movement inside, some people noticed something was wrong and walked back cautiously .

However, the scene in front of them made everyone turn pale with fright, their bodies became stiff, and they felt cold all over. The palace witch disappeared, and their master and uncle turned into a dilapidated corpse, dying a miserable death Incomparable.

Uncle Master is a top expert in the fetal breath realm of the Changtian Sect. That witch is a bit too terrifying. She was able to kill Uncle Master even when she was seriously injured. She is simply a terrifying female devil.

Everyone felt chills in their hearts, secretly thinking that they were lucky and did not meet the witch directly.

After about half a stick of incense, a terrifying aura rose from a distance, sweeping like a storm, the next moment it was still in the distance, and it appeared in front of me in the blink of an eye, like a fleeting image, once the phantom flashed, There was one more person in the barren pit.

This person was dressed in a white robe, his beard and hair were white, his face was thin, and his eyes were flat. He looked like an ordinary old man, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But the way he appeared was so astonishing.

"The head master."

After the white-robed old man appeared, all the members of the Changtian faction immediately bowed and saluted, their eyes were full of awe, and their previously trembling hearts suddenly became extremely stable.

With the master master here, naturally there is no need to be afraid of that witch.

"what happened?"

The old man in white robe looked at everyone indifferently, his voice was flat, but there was an aura of calm and prestige.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Fu Qing, he..."

An old man in the state of Baodan stood up, tremblingly said to the old man in white robe, and pointed at the unrecognizable corpse not far away with a trembling hand.

The white-robed old man was taken aback when he heard the words, and his eyes were cast on the dilapidated corpse whose original shape could hardly be seen.

The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the corpse, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and the corpse appeared in his hands, isn't it his junior brother Fu Qing who is it?

At this time, Fu Qing was almost dead, no matter how powerful he was, he would be powerless to recover.

"Who killed Junior Brother Fu Qing?"

The old man in white robe finally lost his previous calm and calm expression, his face was a little ugly, and the anger in his eyes could be seen by anyone.

In the entire Changtian sect, there are only seven ancient warriors in the fetal breath state, and each of them is cherished extremely. They are the elders of the sect, the pillars of a big sect, and the symbols of strength and status.

Compared with the other nine sects, there are not many ancient warriors in the fetal breath realm of Changtian sect, not to mention the bottom, but they don't have any advantage, and they can't make it to the top six.