The rattan card and the spear collided violently, and Tushan slapped it, and directly slapped the spear away.

But Fang's spear also made Tushan's hand hidden behind the rattan card tremble.

After three or two minutes, the thief came back to his senses, couldn't stop being afraid for a while, patted his chest and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I almost died." ”

In the interval between speaking, Ji Thief also glanced at Tushan gratefully.

The latter didn't look back, but just left a tall back of the thief, and asked angrily: "Patriarch, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. ”

Hearing this, Tushan Fang breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the outside.

When Tushan looked out, the fang outside the cross bridge also looked towards Tushan.

The eyes of the two sides met in mid-air, faintly, as if they were about to rub out the smell of sparks.

Tushan was not Fang's opponent, but he was born in the Xionghu tribe, and the innate warrior blood in his body made Tushan fearless.

Fang hated Tushan many times interrupted his plan to kill the thief, he stood there, his resentful gaze came over, and finally, pointed to the thief behind Tushan's body, and said loudly: "Thief, this is the return gift for your sneak attack on our patriarch yesterday, let's settle the account slowly!"

Tushan amplified his voice: "With me, don't you want to hurt the patriarch!"

It just so happened that at this time, Usma came up from below, and when he saw Tushan howling outside, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ran over and asked Ji Thief, "Patriarch, what's wrong?"

Ji Thief sighed: "It's okay, I'm pretending to be a force with Fang." ”

"Fang?" Usma hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look out, and when he saw the fang, whose hair was burned and one leg was lame, outside the fortress, he asked Ji Thief, "Patriarch, is he a fang?"

Ji Thief nodded and said to Usma: "Don't look at him and look embarrassed, but this guy is ferocious, even more powerful than that old pervert in Montenegro." ”

Usma was dismissive: "Come on, how good can he be?"

"I don't know how powerful it is, but he can beat us both with one hand. ”

Usma didn't think about it: "Tsuchiyama and hunting are fine." ”

Ji Thief stretched out two fingers: "Twenty." ”

Usma: "...

"Phew, I don't believe it, this bastard is so powerful. Usma puffed.

Ji Thief looked at him puzzled: "No, what do you want to do?"

Usma angrily pointed to the outside of the bridge and shouted, "This bastard is so arrogant, I have to take care of him, otherwise, others will think that there are no powerful people in our tribe." ”

Ji Thief complained unceremoniously: "Come on, don't mix blindly if you're fine, this guy is not an ordinary person, your little arms and legs run out to fight with others?"

Usma just wanted to say something, but the thief directly interrupted him: "I don't think this is a heads-up, this is a death, you are honest in the tribe, I don't want Ah Yin to cry and come to me for a husband." Obedient, good. ”

Usma: "Patriarch, you don't believe me?"

"I believe, I believe, although your courage is commendable, but this strength, it's a little bit impossible to keep up, okay, hurry back, this is not the place for you to stay. The thief said as if coaxing a child.

Tushan was speechless, turned his head and said, "Patriarch, you also have the heart to say this, and the fangs outside have already led people to charge." ”

Ji Thief was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly leaned on the female wall to look out, isn't it, just like Tushan said, Fang is outside, leading the people of Qingfeng to rush up as if they have taken medicine.

The thief immediately became nervous, turned back to Usma and said, "Quick, hurry back..."

Before he finished speaking, Usma's shadow disappeared from the bridge.

Immediately, the thief snorted and hurriedly ordered everyone to prepare to defend against the enemy.

There were those who took out the spears and threw them to stop the thief, and everyone had no choice but to use the hot oil prepared on the bridge to throw them down.

When the hot oil was poured downward, a ghost cried wolf howl.

In the air, there seemed to be the smell of the skin and flesh of the Qingfeng people being burned.

Fang Dengshi was furious, and shouted loudly above the bridge: "Ji thief, do you drive out and fight me alone!"

When the thief ignored him, Tushan commanded the people on the left and right sides to say to Fang: "Pour oil on him and burn him for me." ”

"Yes, Tsuchiyama-sama. ”

A piece of hot oil flew up, but Fang was always able to dodge back and forth with speed, and as a result, a little oil star did not fall on him, but most of them were splashed on the ground.

Ji Thief shouted to stop in distress, and at the same time said with a miser look: "Loser, loser, what are you staring at that pervert, what is our hot oil." ”

Tushan said: "Patriarch, this bastard is too arrogant, I can't be angry." ”

Ji Thief stomped his feet: "What do you care about what he does, just splash it directly according to other people, I really don't believe it, he has no one in his hands, he can break our tribe alone." ”

Everyone woke up one after another and began to shift their targets to attack the ordinary clansmen of the Qingfeng tribe.

When Aomine's attack was blocked again, Ji Thief raised his chin, looked in the direction of Fang, squinted his eyes and made a provocative gesture with a thumbs down.

That means to say brother, you want to play tricks with me, and you're a little tender.

It's just a pity, Fang didn't know what this action meant, and still bounced around outside, pulling hatred back and forth.

If it's just for a while and a half, if it's just him jumping and provoking, the thief can still bear it.

But the bastard was still restless when he was jumping, and used his speed to sneak up on the person in charge on the bridge with a spear in his back and forth.

Ah Liang accidentally let him make a cut in his shoulder with a spear, and he was drenched in blood.

"Damn, this damn bastard, is there really nothing to do with him!" said Ji Thief angrily.

Tushan was also angry, he grabbed the copper hammer on the ground and said, "Patriarch, let me go out and hammer this guy to death!"

For a moment, the thief wanted to agree to Tsuchiyama, but when he thought of Fang's perverted combat power, he waved his hand and vetoed it.

"Forget it, that bastard can't be burned to death with fire, don't waste this strength, let everyone be ready, don't be attacked by the fang, alas. ”

Looking at the thief, Tushan couldn't help but feel annoyed.

When did the thief ever behave in such a helpless manner?

No matter how powerful the enemy is, the thief has a way to kill them alive, but only this fang, no matter what, he can't deal with him.

Seeing the thief sigh, Tushan felt uncomfortable, and he roared violently, startling the thief: "Tushan, what are you doing?"

Tushan carried the double hammer, his eyes were red, and he said: "Patriarch, don't worry about me, I just don't want to give up my life, and I have to hammer the fang to death today!"

As he spoke, Tsuchiyama was about to jump down while standing on the bridge.

"Tushan, don't!"

Ji Thief flew over and hugged Tushan's waist, and shouted: "Brother, calm down, you are going to die if you go out." ”

"Patriarch, don't stop me, I'll go down and hammer him to death. ”

"No, can you hammer over the fang, don't say first, this bridge is six or seven meters high, you jump down, and you are designated to fall half-broken. ”

Tsuchiyama: "···"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a shout behind me: "Release!"

Immediately after, the thief heard a whistling sound on his head, and immediately, several black shadows rushed out of the valley and rushed to the outside of the bridge.

The fang was in a hurry, and he suddenly felt the evil wind on the top of his head, and when he looked up, he saw a huge stone smashed head-on.

He was taken aback: "What is it? Who threw the stone so far?"

Hurriedly made an iron plate bridge, and the stone grazed his belly, and smashed directly into the Qingfeng people behind him, and with it, more than a dozen Qingfeng clansmen were directly smashed to death and smashed into a puddle of flesh.

The fang's forehead, which straightened up again, was covered with beads of sweat, obviously he had avoided the huge flying stone, but his heart still couldn't calm down for a long time.

When I touched my head, all I had was beads of sweat.

Goo-dong.

With the sound of swallowing saliva into his stomach, Fang raised his head and stared at the Lihuo tribe that flew out of the boulder.

I saw only a middle-aged man with a slightly upright belly, one foot on the bridge, one hand pinching his waist, coquettish shaking his hair, pointing in his direction, and shouting: "Why are you called Fang!"