"Resist, don't let them in!"

The patriarch of the thousand-handed clan, between the thousand-handed Buddha, the red armor deepened, and the ninja knife in his hand waved. Several Thousand-Hand Clansmen swarmed up and attacked. In the dense forest around them, the branches of countless trees bent and bent like living creatures, scurrying up and down, attacking several Wind Demon ninjas in gray armor.

Several Wind Demon ninjas couldn't dodge, and they were bound by dense branches. The slender branches were sharper than steel wires at the moment, and with a slight contraction, several Wind Demon ninjas separated their limbs, blood flowed endlessly, and their bodies were cut into several pieces by the branches.

Seeing this scene, there was no joy on the face of the thousand-armed Buddha, and a trace of worry lingered between his eyebrows like a haze.

Since the Wind Demon Clan declared war on the Thousand Hands Clan, the Thousand Hands Clan has been defeated and retreated, and now they are forced into the base camp by the enemy, and they are in danger of being wiped out at any time.

Right now, with the large number of ancient trees growing in the base camp of the Thousand Hands Clan, it has temporarily resisted the attack of the Wind Demon Clan. But as the patriarch of the Thousand Hands Buddha, he knew very well that the other party was playing tricks on them, and these were just foreplay, and the real attack had not yet arrived.

"Tsk, is this the patriarch of the Thousand-Handed Clan, the Thousand-Handed Buddha, who was once unbeatable? It looks really embarrassing. ”

A strange laugh suddenly sounded in the distance, and following the sound, I saw a middle-aged man in gray armor, standing in the army of the Wind Demon Clan. Looking at the thousand-armed Buddha at this moment, he showed a mocking smile.

The man was about the same age as the Thousand-Handed Buddha, with a thin face, eyes as cold as hooks, and a cold gloom. His hair was loose and he had a mustache above his lips. Around the man, a large number of Wind Demon clansmen surrounded them, and the middle-aged man was surrounded in the center.

"Wind Demon Kotaro!" A nameless fire surged into the heart of the Thousand-Handed Buddha, once upon a time, the patriarch of the Wind Demon clan still needed to salute in front of him, and now he actually put on such a posture, mercilessly mocking.

The thousand-armed Buddha directly pulled out the ninja knife on his waist, pointed it directly at the wind demon Kotaro, and shouted: "Why? ”

If it weren't for the man in front of him, the Thousand Hands Clan would not be in the current situation, let alone the danger of extinction now.

"Why, hehehehehe." Wind Demon Kotaro sneered, "That's really funny, in this Warring States era, do you need a reason to start a war?" Thousand-armed Buddha, I think you have lived in vain for so many years. ”

"The law of nature is the law of nature, if you have to say a reason, it is that my wind demon clan is stronger than your thousand-handed clan!"

The Thousand-Handed Buddha shook his head self-deprecatingly, the other party was right, there was no reason for the war in the Warring States Period. The law of the jungle was the benchmark of the Warring States period.

In the distance, the Thousand Hands Clan and the Wind Demon Clan were entangled, and screams rang out from time to time. But the thousand-armed Buddha seemed to have not heard, dumbfounded, not knowing what to think.

Seeing the appearance of the thousand-armed Buddha, the wind demon Kotaro was secretly refreshed in his heart, and trampled the head of the strongest family in the Warring States period to the soles of his feet, which made him feel an inexplicable pleasure.

"Father!" The Thousand Hands Pillar and the Thousand Hands came and shouted the name of the Thousand Hands Buddha.

The Thousand Hands Pillar could see at a glance that the Thousand Hands Buddha was in a very bad state at this time, and the battle spirit was dissipated, which was very bad for the current Thousand Hands Clan.

In a war, if even the leaders lose their will to fight, how can they fight?

Wind Demon Kiyomitsu walked to Wind Demon Kotaro's side, looked at the pillars, and said with a glint of hatred in his eyes, "Father, after defeating the Thousand Hands Clan, can you let the child dispose of the boy with the watermelon skin." ”

"Oh?" Wind Demon Kotaro glanced at Wind Demon Qingguang and said, "You have a grudge against that child?" ”

"Not bad!" Wind Demon Qingguang gritted his teeth, remembering the stone that smashed his face between the pillars, and said: "This person once humiliated the child, this revenge will not disappear, and the child's resentment is difficult to reconcile. ”

Wind Demon Kotaro raised his finger and said lightly: "Oh, then let it be." ”

In the opinion of Wind Demon Kotaro, now the entire Thousand Hands Clan is still holding on to it on the surface, but in fact, it has long been like a plate of loose sand. As the leader, the Thousand-Handed Buddha has even more dissipated battle spirit, but it will be in the pocket of the Wind Demon Clan for a long time.

Wind Demon Kotaro groaned and said lightly: "Thousand-armed Buddha, I'm also a little tired of this war, let's let it end." ”

Wind Demon Qingguang's heart sank, my father, is he still ready to let that thing play?

As soon as Wind Demon Kotaro waved his hand, several Wind Demon Clansmen immediately understood, but after a while, a huge black figure appeared on the battlefield.

"That's the tailed beast of the Wind Demon Clan!" Before a Thousand-Handed Clan could exclaim, he was struck by a black shadow like a whip, and his vitality quickly collapsed and turned into powder.

The thousand-armed ninjas were horrified, they had heard about the rumors of this mysterious wind demon tailed beast, but now that they saw it with their own eyes, they were still terrified. At that moment, there was a strange scream, and they scattered and fled, and the originally neat team was instantly defeated.

Seeing this, the pillars were secretly anxious in their hearts, and hurriedly shouted out to the thousand-armed Buddha to command. But the Thousand-Armed Buddha was like a dead man, deaf to everything on the periphery, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The black-tailed beast figure roared, and countless whip shadows fell like raindrops. Not only the ninjas of the Thousand Hands Clan, but also the ninjas who enveloped the Wind Demon Clan, all lost a large number of lives under this indiscriminate attack.

"Big brother, it's bad!" A thousand hands exclaimed.

The heart of the pillar sank suddenly, and a whip shadow fell like thunder, and its direction was exactly where the Thousand Hands Buddha was located.

They are not unfamiliar with this whip shadow pillar, it can be said that they are very familiar, and they don't know how many thousand-handed people have died under this whip shadow in the past few days.

"Damn!" Looking at the thousand-armed Buddha standing like a dead corpse in front of him, he scolded secretly among the pillars. He jumped out with a thousand hands, raising his hand Chuck to run, ready to fend off the whip shadow.

The whip shadow is fierce, like a black thunderbolt, extremely domineering.

Just between the pillars and the thousand hands, I'm afraid that even if it can be blocked, it will be not lightly injured.

Suddenly, Pillar and Door felt as if their bodies had been pulled by something, and they jerked back. A red figure burst out and stood in front of the whip shadow.

"It's also a good way to die to protect your child."

The Thousand-Handed Buddha thought wildly, and the wind above his head tore through the air, and even his vision was a little blurred.

Faintly, the Thousand Hands Buddha saw two teenagers smiling at him. One has black and white hair, and the eyebrows are quite similar to those between the pillars and the door. The other is petite, and there is a lingering immaturity on his face.

"Between the boards, between the tiles!"

Thousand-armed Buddha, this man who has fought all his life in the Warring States Period, originally thought that his tears had long since dried up. At this moment, I cried again.

"Do you hate me? It's so small, I'm going to send you to the battlefield. "Tears rippled among the thousand-armed Buddhas. Forced by the survival rules of the Warring States Period, even if he was unwilling in his heart, he had to let his young children go to the battlefield.

If you don't fight, you can't survive!

This is the precept passed down from the ancestors of the Thousand Armed Buddhas, and it is the unchanging iron rule of the Warring States Period.

At this moment, among the thousand-armed Buddhas, I really want to shout loudly about this precept:

"Go ******!"

The wind above his head was fierce, and if he took this blow head-on, even the patriarch of the Thousand Hands Clan would definitely not survive. But the expression of the thousand-armed Buddha was unimpressed, showing a look of relief.

"Father!" The pillar exclaimed, at this moment, the thousand-armed Buddha room has completely removed all defenses, and it is simply seeking death.

"Banjian, tiles, if you have the chance, I really want to protect you!" The Thousand-Armed Buddha closed his eyes faintly, waiting for the final blow to come.

"Smack"

An invisible wave of qi spread violently, splashing a large amount of sand and dust, obscuring the sight of the Thousand Hands Pillar and the others.

I only heard a voice say lightly: "The patriarch of the Thousand Hands Clan, isn't this too embarrassing." ”