Chapter 404 Collapse "Go and invite the patriarch!"

The people of the other race all panicked, and collectively followed the clan elder to stand in place and shout.

"A bunch of fools, Lao Tzu asked you to find the patriarch to come to help, not to let you be stupid and repeat Lao Tzu's words!"

Who knew that the IQ of the Niutou clan was really worrying, and they all glared at their companions around and scolded: "A group of fools, the clan elder asked you to find the patriarch to come to help, not to let you be stupid and repeat what the clan elder said!"

The old man of the "poof" clan vomited out a mouthful of scarlet blood on the spot, his face was gloomy, he grabbed it with his big hand, lifted a young minotaur in his twenties, and shouted at the young man word by word: "You listen to me, now go to Hongshi Town, sixty miles away, and invite the patriarch, just say that we are in big trouble, besides, don't repeat what I said, understand?"

"Okay, besides, don't repeat what you said, little, little understand" The young man nodded timidly, and then ran in the direction of Redstone Town, where the Bullaur occupied the town yesterday and where the entire clan was encamped.

The Minotaur is a desolate race, but it is not a real superior, the wisdom of this race is not high, far inferior to the human race, and this situation is understandable.

The martial cultivator of Pingshang Town said in a disdainful tone: "The IQ of these alien races is really low, and they are embarrassed to say that my human race is low, which is ridiculous!"

"That's right, they're a lowly race!" someone chimed in, his eyes full of hatred.

Fang Zong shook his head and said, "The Bullhead Clan is not a noble Desolate Ancient Alien Race, the Oxhead Clan that attacked the Demon Sect was many times stronger than them, and its wisdom is no different from that of the Human Race, so don't take the standard of the Bullhead Clan to measure the entire Desolate Ancient Alien Race." ”

When it came to the Demon Sect, dozens of monks sighed, "Hey, the Demon Sect has been crisscrossing Guangnan Prefecture for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect it to be destroyed if I said it, and the strength of the alien race should not be underestimated......

"Fortunately, there are a few strong outsiders to help, otherwise even we would not have escaped death......" They sighed with emotion, looking at the supernatural powers used by Wu Heng and his party, revealing awe and envy.

"Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man!" The old mayor stood at the head of the city, his wrinkled old face was very excited, and his whole body was trembling, although the foreign monks were all young, they were extraordinarily powerful, blocking the alien races attacking Shangping Town.

Wu Heng stepped on the void, full of golden light, like the god of war coming to the world, after he hit eighteen golden fists in a row, his physical strength and muscle pulling strength reached the limit, and he couldn't swing the nineteenth punch, if he was forced to punch it, it was likely to hurt his body.

Although this fist method is domineering, each punch can be doubled in power, but if you want to control it, there is still some difficulty, Wu Heng's grandfather Xuanyuan Huo has cultivated all his life, and now he can only hit seventy-two punches, Wu Heng can have such results in just two months of practice, it is already very against the sky!

"Huh, why did that Terran boy's fist stop?" "The aliens all looked at Wu Heng, just now this Terran boy showed his might, every fist could take away the lives of many fire bulls, bringing huge losses to the clan, and now they were surprised to see him stop.

"Hmph, although that Terran boy has a heavenly posture, he is too arrogant and arrogant, and he doesn't know how to leave room for himself at all, and he must have exhausted his strength by hitting eighteen golden fists in a row, so take this opportunity to kill him together!" The patriarch of the Niutou clan drank coldly, thinking that Wu Heng was already at the end of the crossbow and couldn't make any big waves.

"Grandma's, I didn't expect this human race demon to be exhausted!" The people of the Niutou clan all hated Wu Heng to the bone, and seeing that his strength was empty now, they all rushed up.

Even if Xuanyuan Qingyun, Ouyang Xi, and Xuanyuan Yanran were strong, they couldn't do it to block thousands of alien warriors and nearly 10,000 fire cattle.

Wu Heng saw that he had become the target of everyone, and he did not back down half a point, and there was no fear on his face.

However, many people in the city were worried about Wu Heng, and some people shouted: "It's too dangerous outside for young people, hurry up and retreat into the city." ”

"Yes, young man, you have already done a very good job, let's go to the city to recover the power of the essence element!"

Even the dozens of monks outside the city were persuading Wu Heng, feeling that since he had exhausted his essence, he should not be reckless.

In this place, the people who really know Wuheng are only a few Xuehua, the reason why Wuheng is called a demon is not because of how deep his Jingyuan power is, but because of his outrageous recovery, this level of battle, Wu Heng will have been exhausted?

"Rest assured, I still have the strength to fight!" Wu Heng said with a smile, full of certainty. But in the eyes of others, they all think that he is being strong, Wu Heng is a hero who saves the town, and the people don't want the hero to hate him.

However, wars often do not stop, and a large number of warriors of the Minotaur have rushed up and surrounded Wuheng.

The old man of the Niutou clan who took the lead in breaking through the defense line sneered and rushed to the front, holding a rusty trident in his hand, and taunted at Wu Heng: "Young man, you are too arrogant, if you retreat into the city earlier, you may be able to escape with your life!"

"If you want to fight, you will fight, don't talk nonsense. Wu Heng's tone was indifferent, and his eyes were like a sea of stars, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

"Okay, then I'll end your life now!" The old bronze bell of the Niutou clan glared at him, and stabbed with a fierce swing of his trident, bringing a burst of hunting and hunting through the air, and his morale was like a rainbow.

The evolution of the Qiankun Ninety-Nine Fists, the consumption of Wu Heng was indeed very large, he was not hard to shake, and the stepping array left, dissipating like a cloud of smoke, appearing on the other side, making the attack of the clan elder fail.

"What a weird way. The old man of the Niutou clan jumped his eyelids, and he didn't see clearly how Wu Heng left, and instantly appeared a hundred zhang away. But now that Wu Heng had begun to dodge, the clan elder thought that this person must not have much essence left, so he shouted at the clansmen: "This human demon has no combat power, everyone go and chase it!"

Brush, brush, brush!

As soon as the clan elder's voice fell, dozens of figures broke through the air and chased towards Wu Heng, and their strength ranged from the Xuanyi Realm to the Psychic Realm.

"Terran son, this time I'll see you flee!"

"If you dare to kill nearly 3,000 fire cows of my Minotaur clan, I will definitely divide your five horses!"

The warriors of the Minotaur Clan were extremely fierce, and their faces did not have the previous look of fear of Wu Heng at all, as if they had suddenly become a lot stronger. In fact, all of this, in the final analysis, is because Wu Heng's essence power is exhausted, and it can't pose a threat to them, but is this really the case?

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an Extreme Light Saber stood across the void, emitting a blazing and powerful light, and dozens of warriors of the Yao Minotaur Clan all covered their eyes with their hands, not daring to take a step forward.

In the next second, with a column of blood surging out, a human head had already landed. It was a head with a face covered with long black hair, a pair of horns on the top of his head, facial features very similar to those of a human, his eyes were wide open, and he was menacing, and there was no fear at all, perhaps he had no time to be afraid.

This person is a strong man of the Minotaur clan whose strength has reached the psychic realm, outstanding among young people, and has a very high status, but he was killed in seconds!

"Hiss......" The people of the Minotaur clan looked at each other, all gasping for air, looking at Wu Heng who was holding an extreme light sword not far away, they were frightened, and they didn't have the momentum just now, they all hesitated and didn't dare to make a move, for fear of being a substitute for the dead ghost.

The Holy Sword Technique is domineering, and Wu Heng can use it freely, in large-scale battles, using this secret method is the best choice.

He was holding an extreme light sword, his body was like a ghost, erratic, and he pierced the chest of a Minotaur warrior and killed him directly, and then looked at the others indifferently, and said lightly: "Didn't you just let me escape death? Why don't you dare to do it now?"

"You, aren't you exhausted all your essence......" The young man of the different race who was clamoring to split the five horses of Wuheng was speechless, and his whole body trembled and couldn't move.

Wu Heng didn't answer at all, he was too lazy to talk nonsense, and one finger pierced through this person's primordial spirit, and then disappeared into clouds and smoke, appearing in another place.

"Damn, who said that this kid's essence is exhausted, Lao Tzu wants to find him to settle the account, settle the account......" A minotaur scolded angrily, but before he finished speaking, the cold lightsaber had already cut his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Wu Heng danced with his sword, as fast as the wind, so fast that he couldn't catch it with the naked eye, almost ten steps away, no one could block the three moves, either he was pierced in his eyebrows, or he was picked off his tendons, or his chest was pierced.

"This Terran demon is so terrible that we can't defeat it. The aliens broke down and began to flee backwards.

"What are you afraid of, he has exhausted his essence, as long as he blows his strength, he can kill him!" the boss of the Niutou clan drank, but no one listened to him at all, and they all scattered and fled.

Wu Heng's expression was cold, and he chased all the way to the front of the clan elder, and the sword blade was pointed at his throat!

"Arrogant son, I want to see how much power you have left!" The old man of the Niutou clan was covered in black light, wielding a trident to stab, he was convinced that Wu Heng had almost consumed, and with the strength of his own dragon realm, this battle was basically a sure victory!

"Boom!"

The weapons clashed, and Wu Heng and the old man of the Niutou clan crossed shoulders, both facing away from each other.

The two stood with their backs to each other for a long time, and finally one of them fell down first, it was a back figure who had passed his twilight years, he was very old, his head and body were cut in half, blood stained the ground, the scene was extremely bloody, and the eyes that were divided were full of unwillingness, and horror.

Obviously, in this confrontation, Wu Heng won, and he split the old man of the Niutou clan in half with a sword, but he also left three blood holes in his chest.

"We're finished, even the clan elders have been killed by that Terran demon, and there is no chance of victory. The alien army wailed one after another, and began to retreat in a large area, and was defeated by Wuheng and a few people.

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