Ah Chou didn't expect that he would be made like this by a kid of the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm, but the facts are the facts, so he can't believe it.

Blood spurted from his mouth, and he was extremely weak.

Wang Chaoqun solved the battle here, and the other battlefields continued.

If there is anyone who is the worst in this battle, it is this nameless tree.

(Big tree: "Emma, I'm so good, who did I provoke?, dug up my roots, cut my vines, picked my fruits, and smashed this thing, something like a fire dragon.") ”）

Sadness can't urge the big tree, this fire dragon is the martial art of the little cabbage.

Not only that, but there are also all kinds of gorgeous martial arts, and the battle is carried out in a devastating manner, but this is not as happy as the fat man's killing.

Most of the snakes died by the fat man's sword.

The fat man is not a murderer, he has another purpose like this.

"The biological chain..."

That's right...

Originally, it could be said that rats and snakes were natural enemies in the Warcraft Mountain Range, but due to the appearance of the Doumeng Sect, the two clans were not allowed to violate each other;

But they can't always eat mountains and poultry, but they have to fight tooth sacrifices.

The previous rats were for the Medusa, but now the snakes are for the ghost of the Ghost Emperor.

At this moment, the fat man shouted: "Kill, don't leave a single one!"

The people who were originally going to keep their hands were really full of firepower.

has Wang Chaoqun's previous performance, let's not talk about a few beauties, that is, Tang Shaobao, Mo Rufeng and others can't show weakness;

Just kidding, they belong to a batch, who hasn't counted the hole cards yet.

However, what kind of bone is Wang Chaoqun?

What about Tang Shaobao?

What about the wind?

This...

Before the two of them could make a move, a Buddha horn broke the silence...

"Amitabha, as the saying goes, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, the little monk made a move. ”

As he spoke, he saw the golden light flickering behind his palm, as if the Buddha had descended into the world.

Suddenly, a giant hand slammed down.

"Navan's"

"Becoming a Buddha on the Ground"

"King Kong Palm"

....

This good guy, a dozen or so martial arts were thrown out in a row, and this golden light dissipated a lot.

I don't know how many snakes died, but most of the tree was destroyed, but fortunately, the vitality of this tree is very strong, otherwise this big tree that has lived for I don't know how many thousands of years will be cold.

Tang Shaobao scolded secretly: ", return Nima's monks, I'm afraid that there will be no less than 30,000 deaths in this shot, I can't do it, what kind of group attack do I have?

Before he could figure it out, this hand of ten thousand swords was thrown out again, yes, it was as dry as the wind, and there were also Wudang Seven Swords, no, now it is eight swords, plus the sword is like one...

Under "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect", snakes were set on the ground like this, without accidents, and their bodies were full of blood holes, heh, of course they were snakes.

10,000 swords? No, it's just a phantom, but the damage is real.

Tang Shaobao scolded again: "Your uncle, you have killed 10,000 people, I don't believe it... Unbelief... Nima..."

Sure enough, there was another return of ten thousand swords, the second time, the third time... It wasn't until the vitality of the eight of them was still three or four percent that they stopped, which also caught up with the killing of Wuzhang alone, but compared with the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, it was still a lot worse.

The valley where the blood flowed like a river made Tang Shaobao finally think of his group attack martial arts.

"Battle of the Eight Directions!"

Brush Brush Brush ... A dozen snakes...

"I'm in "Battle of the Octagre""

"I continue to fight in all directions..."

In between, Tang Shaobao rode a mummy horse back and forth to fight in all directions, and the frightened snakes didn't dare to fight him at all, so they slipped away one after another.

After half an hour like this, Tang Shaobao finally said breathlessly:

"Nima, I don't know how many I killed, I'm tired. ”

However, before Tang Shaobao could rest for half a moment, a voice sounded quietly...

"More than three thousand one hundred!"

"Huh?"

With a loud bang, Tang Shaobao was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Yes, he only killed more than 3,000 people by going back and forth like this, which is not as much as someone else's hand.

He looked back at the owner of the voice suspiciously, and when his gaze swept to Di Qian's side, he instantly burped.

That's right, the voice was made by Di Qian.

And this data is absolutely correct.

Tang Shaobao hung his head and continued to kill the snake.

Di Qian saw that Wang Chaoqun had almost recovered, and also switched to the Yunshang Heart Sutra and continued to treat the friendly army.

Yes, how can there be a battle in which only one side is wounded, and it is a group battle.

Don't look at the enjoyment of Dou Mengzong's side of the killing, but there is still some damage on other battlefields.

Fortunately, the treatment is timely and there is not much damage, but there are also deaths and harms, so let's not talk about it.

“

In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions.

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons.

Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

The lips and beads are lonely, and there are disciples who pass on the fragrance in the evening.

The beauty of Linying is in the White Emperor, and the wonderful dance of this song is promising.

...”

"From "Wonderful Dance"..."

A pink halo shrouded everyone's body, feeling the group healing, watching the wound repair at a speed visible to the naked eye, everyone was overjoyed.

In the midst of the fight, there were no less than five million dead snakes. Finally, the snake was scared and didn't dare to rush.

They all retreated to the mountains and forests.

And those so-called patriarchs, all of them were arrested, and none of them were pulled down...

However, at the end of the battle, the excitement turned to hatred.

Because if there is a battle, there must be an injury, and if there is an injury, someone may die, and among the dead people there may be their own relatives and friends. Some have known each other for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and some have only met on the ancient battlefield.

Although they haven't known each other for a long time, the days they fight together are their happiest days, they regard each other as friends, and they can give their backs to him, this bond is really friends.

When the battle ended, they were saddened by the loss of their comrades, and when the battle was over, they lay on the side with the bodies of their dead comrades.

There is no expression, no smile, and no joy of victory.

For a second, they could even fight to the death with their companions. But they can't, they still have to think about the living, so taking over the burial is the only thing they can do now.

Will you bring it back to your hometown, or will you bury it in this ancient battlefield?

"Old ghost... You said, if you die, don't be sad, spark on the spot, heh, you really said it, it's okay, wait for me over there, I guess I'm going to be soon. ”

"Why, why... Why do you want to give me that fatal blow at the moment, why....."

"Laugh at it, you laughed at me for not being strong enough, I can die by myself, you bastard, you said okay, we will go back and eat all over the country together, TMD, you wake up Lao Tzu..."

There were also female nuns crying, and male nuns closing their eyes.

It was a winning battle, but they couldn't really be happy with the damage.

The fat man led everyone into the trap? This is deliberate??

Such doubts sounded in everyone's minds, but no one dared to say it.

"Just give up?" a voice rang out in the valley...