Counterattack Xiaoxian

There is a man in red standing alone. This man is short in stature but has a baby face. Behind him are more than a hundred monkeys with silver stripes on their chests. They all wink and are ready to move, but they seem to be suppressed and look at them briefly. Pretty honest.

"Feng Gui!" When Ji Ling first landed, he immediately recognized this killing beast that had caused him great harm, and he hurriedly looked at the saint.

The saint girl collected the silver thread, but looked at the boy in red, and asked coldly: "Are you just half a boy that the sky doesn't support and the earth doesn't support?"

"Keke! This is not a good thing you witches have done. This time you killed my brother again. I can't get rid of this hatred, so I have to lend you your head." Half of the boy screamed, and immediately led the crowd to rush forward. In an instant, The situation changed from stillness to figures flying around and weapons clashing. After a few rounds, there were more than a dozen Iron Stringers drinking blood on the spot.

Seeing this, the saint swung her head, and the silver thread in her hand suddenly grew larger, turning into a huge silk shield to protect her and the people around her. The half-child slapped the silver thread with his palm, making a "chirp" sound, and the silk shield only slightly With a sway, Feng Gui, who was rushing towards him like a strong wind, was all bounced back.

Ji Ling was panicked at first, but with this buffer, he calmed down a little. Outside the silk shield, the Iron String people who had reacted gathered in a group, took off the long bows on their shoulders and shot sharp arrows to fight against the Bloody People.

The Tiexian people were very good at arrows. Locusts were flying like rain, and their arrows almost never missed. In the blink of an eye, the Bloody People were hit by several arrows in their bodies, but they were completely unaware of it. Only a few of them fell to the ground after being shot through the heart. , but he was not dead. He jumped up immediately and attacked in front of him despite the rain of arrows.

The Tiexian people could only pick up close-range weapons and engage in fierce hand-to-hand combat with them. The two sides huddled together and fought, their swords slashing close to each other, causing casualties to each other. A large area of ​​the Tiexian people fell down, while the Dirty Blood people fought with less and more. , The more you fight, the braver you become.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Mr. Ge, who was conducting the command from the center, shouted with all his strength: "They are 'wooden zombies', chop off their heads!"

On the other side, the saint's silk mask has become a weapon to restrain Feng Gui. No matter how fast they are, they can't do anything with this all-round protection.

Several Fenggui were furious and jumped up and down, scratching and scratching. Instead, Ji Lingchu and eight Aba village guards took the opportunity and chopped off a few claws that had penetrated the mesh.

Seeing this, the boy's face became full of anger. He grabbed a Fenggui by the neck, bit open its throat, and drank blood in big mouthfuls.

After just a moment, the poor guy who was struggling so hard stopped moving and shrank into a small ball, shaped like dry mud. The other Feng Gui was so frightened that he lay on the ground and screamed.

He threw the body away, squatted on the ground and took a long breath, then jumped up a few meters, swung his right palm in the air and struck out, and a palm shadow the size of a wheel rushed towards the silk mask.

The wind from the palm was fast and fierce, circling up and down. The saint could not hold on, and the silk cover instantly tore and disintegrated. Several people were knocked to the ground and rolled several times.

Ji Lingchu's bones all over his body made a rattling sound, and a sweet feeling surged up in his throat. He turned around and found that the saint's face was gray, and she was already fighting with half of the boy. The eight guards also vomited blood and stood up. The two swords bravely faced Feng Gui, who was swarming again.

Of course, Ji Lingchu couldn't just sit idly by and rushed forward with a short knife in hand, entangled with the two Feng Gui.

The last time he faced this beast, he had no power to fight back, but this time it was as if the world had changed. Feng Gui's movements were extremely clear in his eyes. The "Seven Swordsmanship" was extremely accurate, and he killed them with just one turn of the blade. Falling flowers and flowing water.

At this moment, he suddenly heard several shrill cries of pain. He raised his head and saw three guards lying in a pool of blood. In shock, he used the "Drag Move" to collect the two guards in front of him. They saved the lives of the monkeys, and then flew over to lend a helping hand, but they could not be saved. Their bodies had been torn to pieces, and the misery was unspeakable.

The other five guards were also covered in blood. They fought for their lives with Feng Gui and they couldn't hold on for long depending on the situation.

Ji Lingchu felt his blood surge, forgetting his fear, and prepared for a big fight. He didn't expect that the fight between the saint and the half-child would be heated to a fever pitch.

In fact, the saint's injuries were not healed. She was slapped several times in a short period of time. Without saying a word, she picked up the silver wire and slapped the opponent's face hard.

The boy jumped half a step away, and a wound with visible bone injuries immediately appeared on his face from the tip of his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth. He screamed and wanted to fight again, but the saint quickly retreated to Ji Lingchu's side, holding his hand and running away. .

The boy was unwilling to give up. After killing five guards with his own hands, he led a group of Feng Gui in a mad pursuit.

The remaining members of the Tie Xian tribe did not dare to move when they saw the three men passing by, because they had formed a military formation to resist. They would collapse as soon as they moved, and they could only fight fiercely.

Teng Biao, who was originally gesticulating in the formation, saw that the Holy Girl and Ji Lingchu were defeated. He became violent and used his "Blood Burning Technique" to the extreme. He suddenly stood out from the crowd and caught a bloody man and hit him on the forehead. Even though the swords and sticks were raining down on him, he didn't care. After three or two blows, the man's skull was shattered. He grabbed another person and tore his neck off.

The other dirty blood people were intimidated by his momentum and couldn't help but panic at their feet. They were charged by the iron string people in formation, and they immediately fled and turned into birds and beasts to disperse.

The Tiexian people took advantage of the opportunity to pursue them bravely, and after killing several of the dirty blood people who were lagging behind, Mr. Ge stopped everyone and hurriedly went to look after the young master.

Fortunately, all Teng Biao's injuries were superficial injuries. He looked terrifying, but he was more alive than a shrimp.

Mr. Ge hurriedly treated the wounded, and sent people to collect the frightened horses. After an inventory, the number of uninjured people was only two hands, which can be said to be a heavy loss.

It was definitely not a good place to stay for a long time, and the two people who escaped were both distinguished guests and had to be rescued. Mr. Ge immediately decided that everyone should continue moving forward, keeping strict vigilance along the way, and sent more than ten riders to search in front.

The saint took Ji Lingchu and fled, but the pursuers behind her were faster.

Starting from the half-child, a group of "crazy monkeys" surged like waves, and in a moment they were no more than ten steps away from them. All of them had hideous faces and were as fierce as ghosts. At the critical moment, she shot out a silver thread to hook one of them. A tea tree jumped off the cliff resolutely.

Because there was no warning, Ji Lingchu was unprepared and was carried by her with one hand, flying through the clouds and mist in the air. He flew hundreds of meters in an instant. He felt the blood all over his body rushing to his forehead, the world was spinning, and he passed through a "bungee jump". addiction.

The two of them didn't dare to stop when they landed, and ran forward again, because figures rushed down the mountain wall like an avalanche, and violent and excited screams came and went, resounding through the mountain forest. Obviously, this height has a limited impact on these guys.

Under the cliff, it looks like there are lush flowers and plants, but in fact there are rugged rocks and many obstacles.

At this time, there are dangers and dangers, and it doesn’t matter whether there is a way out or not.