I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Ning Ruan took the opportunity to slap the little brat a few more times.

Then he suddenly retracted the vines.

Suddenly freed from his restraints, Ying Bei fell heavily to the ground.

After staggering half a step, his knee was about to hit the bluestone ground beneath his feet.

He quickly supported himself on the ground with his backhand, and bulging blue veins climbed up his neck to the tips of his ears.

Without any hesitation, Ying Bei suddenly rushed forward using the force of the ground.

The fist wind wrapped in red-gold energy rushed straight towards Ning Ruan's face - but suddenly froze when it hit the pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling.

Ying Bei's fist softened instantly.

It had clearly been swung into the air, but it suddenly changed direction and smashed into the ground beside it with the lingering strong wind.

Amid the deafening roar, he staggered back three steps, his Adam's apple rolling as he squeezed out a few words: "I give up! I give up!!"

You gave up so quickly.

Ning Ruan, who was ready to tie the man up and beat him up again, had to give up in disappointment.

Seeing her regretful look, Ying Bei felt a chill from the inside out: ...

I just can't understand how there can be someone in this world with more talent than him?

Ying Bei was too embarrassed to stay any longer.

"It seems that we arrived too late. We were unable to see the wonderful battle of the human race. We only saw..."

"I only saw some people give up on the spot after only suffering minor injuries."

"So this is how humans fight. No wonder they have won for days in a row and never lost. If everyone admits defeat like this, then it is impossible for them to lose."

A sarcastic voice came from the air a little distance away.

The person who spoke had not arrived yet, but the unbearable cold and gloomy atmosphere had already enveloped the place.

About a dozen figures flew down from the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Fall directly to the center of the square.

The one who spoke was the leader.

Or rather, not a human at all.

Similar appearance to the Feathered Clan.

A human body with a long, thin bird beak on its face.

The difference between the Feather Tribe and the Feather Tribe is that the Feather Tribe usually has two wings or multiple wings.

The upper wing feathers are commonly seen in white.

However, the group of bird-like creatures in front of him were all black.

It's so dark and scary.

Coupled with the coldness that seemed to emanate from their bones, many monks around them felt uncomfortable as soon as they landed.

"What the hell? You are so sinister, how dare you mock me?"

Ning Ruan hadn't reacted yet, and Ying Bei, who had been filled with anger with nowhere to vent, couldn't help it.

He had not been well-educated, lacked theoretical knowledge, and even had no idea what race the other party was, but he had almost no hesitation.

His fists have always been faster than his brain.

The moment the strong wind exploded, he rushed forward like a cannonball.

The leading monk in the front of the dozen people chuckled and said casually to the person beside him: "Play with this little Taoist friend of the human race."

"Yes, my lord."

He responded with a smile, and a tall and thin monk with a sinister look flew out.

The eleventh level of cultivation was instantly revealed.

The destiny of the human race, he loves fighting the most!

'Boom—'

'Boom—'

The tall and thin monk hadn't even wiped away the smile on his face when he was hit by a series of critical attacks.

Under normal circumstances, he would be able to dodge it.

But at this moment, at such a close distance, the fist seemed to lock him when it struck!

There's no way to avoid it!

"Play around? Play with your ancestors! Why are you pretending in front of me?" Ying Bei's angry curses mixed with the sound of bones breaking.

The tall and thin monk who was grabbed by him just raised his hand with difficulty, and his entire right arm was roughly twisted into a knot in the air - Ying Bei's knuckles dug into the gap between the opponent's shoulder blades, and the unique power of physical cultivators poured in along the meridians, and a large amount of blood spurted out of the sinister bird's beak.

\"Is this all you black-haired chickens are capable of?" Ying Bei sneered as he swung his opponent over his head, breaking his left wrist just as it moved with his shinbone. \"Don't you want to see how the human race wins? I'll teach you! \"

quiet--

The silence was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Ning Ruan, who was almost splashed with blood when she saw this scene up close, said: …

The people who just reacted to the battle: ...

The Dark Phoenix Clan cultivators who haven’t reacted yet: …

\"Crack——\"

The tall and thin monk's spine was broken into three pieces by Ying Bei's knee, and the whole person flew backwards.

But because of this, they finally got rid of the control of Yingbei.

He lay on the ground, stretched out his two shapeless hands, forced himself to use his spiritual power to support himself, and quickly made hand seals to awaken the two "big treasures" that were being nurtured in his sea of ​​consciousness.

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

Two figures appeared out of nowhere and fell to the ground.

One of them had purple-gold skin that shone with a metallic luster, and his muscles were well-defined.

There are purple-gold horns growing on its head, and its eyes are dull and lifeless.

As for the other one, he was also an old acquaintance… a snake-like creature with four heads.

What is extremely similar is that its eyes are dull and lifeless.

These two guys are not alive.

"???" Ying Bei looked up and down at the two guys who suddenly appeared in front of him, "What is this thing? It smells so bad? Or was it taken out from your sea of ​​consciousness???"

\"Tear him apart for me!\"

The tall and thin monk did not answer Ying Bei's words. He collapsed in a pool of blood and screamed in embarrassment.

Of course, the two corpse puppets cannot communicate through words.

But he could receive all the instructions from the tall and thin monk through his spiritual sense.

The purple gold clan corpse puppets rushed towards Yingbei first.

This tribe member has naturally strong bodies and extremely strong defenses, and ordinary attacks cannot hurt them at all.

In addition to his outstanding melee ability, he also follows the path of physical training.

As for the corpse puppet, although its actual combat ability is greatly weakened, it also has a more useful advantage.

He won't feel any pain!

No matter how badly injured you are, you won't feel anything.

'clang! ’

Ying Bei also leaped forward, and his fist collided with the corpse puppet's chest, sparks bursting out instantly.

The powerful recoil force caused his forearm muscles to bulge.

The snake-charm corpse puppet took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack from the rear, and its snake tail strangled Ying Bei's waist and abdomen, tightening its force.

The force was clearly enough to break the black iron, but it only earned the boy an arrogant sneer: "Didn't you eat?"

"Oh, I forgot. A thing that has been dead for who knows how many years can't eat anymore!"

He held the gap between the snake's tail bones with one hand, and the powerful Qi and blood force of the physical cultivator poured into the snake's vertebrae.

The upper body of the Snake Demon Clan corpse puppet still maintained a killing posture, but the lower half of the snake's tail had been torn off and smashed towards the Purple Gold Clan corpse puppet.

Amid the roar of the two corpses colliding, Ying Bei turned around, stepped on the purple-gold horn of the purple-gold clan corpse puppet, and punched down again.

The fist wind and strong energy hit the purple gold clan corpse puppet's top of the head: "The dead should lie in the coffin obediently. If you run out to scare me, I will let you die again!"

The purple gold corpse puppet was severely damaged, but Ying Bei was not going to let it go.

His fists smashed on the corpse puppet's head one after another, and each blow carried the power to split mountains and split seas.

But at that time——

The snake corpse puppet, which was also seriously injured, suddenly spewed out dark green poisonous mist.

Four big mouths opened, and the rotten fangs went straight to the back of Ying Bei's neck.

The crowd watching the fight cried out in surprise. But Ying Bei still did not evade or give way, and his awe-inspiring aura condensed into spiked armor on his body.

The venomous fangs bit the strong energy and green fire splashed out. He took advantage of the momentum to rush forward, and with his bloody five fingers he cut off the two snake heads and smashed them to pieces!

"puff--"

On the other side, a tall and thin monk from the Dark Phoenix Clan suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The two corpse puppets suffered heavy blows one after another. How could he bear it?

Ying Bei forced a smile, pulled the broken tail in an extremely vicious manner, and deliberately swung it towards the tall and thin monk who controlled the corpse puppet.

The latter had no power to escape at this moment, and could only hurriedly shout to the dozen or so members of the Dark Phoenix Clan in fear: "Young Master, help me!"