At the same time, the sound of "Boom-Boom-" continued to sound like a finger playing the piano, and the finger arrows came like invisible arrows, forcing Fang Ling and the two to resist with knives, and the sharp finger arrows contained thousands of catties of strength, shocking the two of them to stagger backwards.

Song Ying'er issued silver needles in succession, slowing down the speed of the arrows while flying to dodge.

The missed arrows left egg-sized holes in the ground, and if they hit the flesh, they would leave even more terrible wounds.

Seeing that the perfect offensive of the three of them was easily crushed by Ao Deng, the three of Tuzhigen couldn't help laughing again, and then said to Tulan Motuo and the others: "Patriarchs, let's not be idle, let's start!"

Temuqi gritted his teeth and said, "Three great witches, why are you following the witch king like this?"

Tu Rigen grinned and said: "Patriarch Fei Tie has never heard a word, the winner is the king and the loser is Kou, once the Witch King becomes the new patriarch, the status of our shamanism will be above all the clans, even if the patriarch sees us, we can only kneel and worship." ”

Zabu also laughed, "But don't worry, because you don't have a chance to see that kind of scene." ”

Chahan Helei roared angrily: "Damn, it turns out that they are all raccoon dogs, even if the old man dies, he must pull you back!" He roared and rushed forward with a sledgehammer.

"Just you?" Uzhta snorted coldly, and rushed forward, measuring out a poison blade from his sleeve robe, blocking the sledgehammer.

"Kill!" Tulan Motuo burst out of his mouth with a word, and jumped up, Tiemuqi and the others were not far behind, picked up their weapons and rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, everyone was scuffled together, and the killing was inseparable.

The Shaman Witch King held the invincible golden sword with a gloomy face, and the boiling true qi shrouded the rest of the place like an entity, competing with the golden light of the remnant of the Tuji Khan, and the power of the remnant consciousness was not only a simple spiritual power, but also an entity-like attack power.

However, the loss of thousands of years has greatly weakened the ability that the remnant consciousness should have, and the shaman witch king has tried to suppress it with his cultivation and ambition to conquer the world.

On the other side, the three of Fang Ling have fallen into a bitter battle, Ao Deng's terrible is difficult to describe in words, this guy is as fast as a ghost, steady as Mount Tai, infinitely powerful, and has a keen fighting instinct, with a wave of his hand, it is enough to shock everyone back a few feet, if it creates an opportunity to get close to it, this guy will perform a killing move that is difficult to break through, forcing people to retreat.

The battle lasted only a few snaps of his fingers, and Lu Bei had a long blood mark on his shoulder, and Fang Ling was also slashed with a palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The internal injuries intensified, and the strength exerted by Fang Ling was not as good as in his heyday, he glanced at Tulan Motuo and the others, several of them had been completely suppressed by Tu Rigen and others, and he was afraid that if he didn't have a pillar of incense, he would show his defeat, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to kill Ao Deng when they all died.

The strength of the Qi Realm cultivators, Fang Ling couldn't understand it very well, the last time he fought against Han Daxian, even with the help of Xiao Mink, he fought so hard, if he couldn't recruit Xiao Mink to help, he could only rely on Lu Bei and Song Ying'er to contain one after another, but this kind of containment basically had no effect on Ao Deng.

Although Lu Bei's strength is good, but it is a big gap from Ao Deng, Ao Deng can completely suppress him with only sixty percent of his strength, as for Song Ying'er, in fact, the silver needle cannot hurt Ao Deng's copper skin and iron bones, only to deal with his joints, but Ao Deng has instinctive protection for the joints, and it is not easy to accurately stab him.

The two of them are so uselessly contained, so how can they get close to Ao Deng?

Thousands of thoughts converge in the brain, separate, fuse, one by one the strategy in the mind, annihilated, just when thinking, Ao Deng has a knife to repel Lubei's attack, ghost-like continue to pounce, Lubei was forced to retreat again and again, the knife momentum is also chaotic.

Fang Ling's secret path was not good, he roared loudly, and forcibly raised the qi of heaven and earth to the realm of ten percent, such an ascension, although he could perform ten percent cultivation in a short period of time, but the damage to the body was extremely great, and the internal injuries would quickly aggravate.

It's just that at this critical juncture in front of him, Fang Ling no longer has the heart to think about the consequences, once his cultivation is improved, his body is suddenly as light as a wild goose, he flicked his body, fell behind Ao Deng in a few steps, and slashed away with a knife.

Ao Deng spun like a spinning top, kicked Lu Bei out with one kick, and at the same time slashed back with a knife.

Fang Ling knew the power of his sword, and didn't dare to fight with him, a short body, the sword went straight up and up, Ao Deng's reaction was surprisingly fast, the knife momentum changed quickly, and he accurately stopped the sword, and the powerful shock force crushed the floor under Fang Ling's feet.

There was a thousand catties of force from the knife, Fang Ling could not get out, and was pressed to kneel on one knee, and at the same time, he flicked his fingers with his other hand, "Huh-hea-" Five finger arrows went one after another, forcing back Lubei who wanted to come to the rescue.

"A silver lining!"

Song Ying'er shouted, a rise and fall was only three or four zhang away from Ao Deng, the flying sleeves were lightly raised, the jade fingers flicked, and one silver needle came out of the sleeve, like a puff of silver rain, shooting directly at Ao Deng's left arm.

With a wave of his hand, Ao Deng's thick palm shook the silver needles that shot away, however, this thread of heaven technique was not so easy to crack.

A line of heaven is another killer move of Song Ying'er's silver needle technique, after countless silver needles are shot, on the surface, it seems to be a purposeless journey, but halfway through the needle, it will suddenly change its trajectory and stab at the same target.

Although Ao Deng has strong combat power and combat instinct, he can't completely correct the judgment of such a complex and exquisite secret weapon technique, although he shattered the silver needle aimed at his left arm, but in fact, the target of all the silver needles is the inner elbow of his right arm holding the knife!

At the moment when he shook the silver needle, the remaining silver needle suddenly changed direction, and its speed suddenly doubled, and it was densely pierced into Ao Deng's right arm.

Ao Deng was not surprised, but he obviously felt the crisis brought by the silver needle, and had to withdraw his hand, and the horizontal knife stopped countless silver needles, and at the same time, his left palm with a strong palm force towards Fang Ling, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

As soon as the pressure on the knife was retracted, Fang Ling hurriedly retreated, avoiding the palm force, and at the same time glanced at Song Ying'er gratefully, if it weren't for her help, it would be difficult to retreat with her whole body.

Seeing the prey escape, Ao Deng seemed to be a little annoyed, let out a low roar, and then stared at Song Ying'er all of a sudden, and rushed towards her with an arrow step.

"Not good!"

Fang Ling's secret path is not good, although the witch corpse is unconscious, but the instinct of battle allows him to distinguish who is a threat to himself, Song Ying'er's cultivation is not even in the realm of melting qi, and the hidden weapon is only suitable for long-range attacks, if it is close to a monster like Ao Deng, he is afraid that his life will be lost.

Lu Bei rushed over one step earlier and slashed at Ao Deng with a knife in order to attract Ao Deng's attention and relieve Song Ying'er.

A trace of green light flashed in Ao Deng's eyes, his hand was raised like lightning, and the knife was like a waterfall going straight down, which shocked Lu Bei to retreat again and again, he took a step forward, followed closely, Lu Bei was forced to take his war knife, and every time he received a knife, he had to be shocked back more than ten steps.

Fang Ling gritted his teeth, hurriedly rushed over, and attacked Ao Deng's back, the powerful Ao Deng was like a ghost god from hell, no one could match, with a wave of his hand, the knife qi was wanton and horizontal within more than ten zhang, and a bunch of gold and horses had already been cut into large and small gold nuggets and fell to the ground.

Fang Ling risked his life to resist his attack, but his head didn't stop thinking, seizing even the slightest opportunity to get close to him.

Time is getting more and more urgent, Lu Bei and Song Ying'er are already out of breath, their physical energy is extremely consumed, and two of the four patriarchs are already unable to support the wizard's group attack, and their defeat is exposed, and there are several more scars on their bodies, all supported by willpower.

At the same time, the shaman witch king with his strong cultivation and ambitious willpower, he actually gradually suppressed the golden light remnant consciousness, and the golden light in the tuji khan also showed a bit of fatigue, and the light converged a lot, once the shaman witch king completely suppressed the remnant consciousness, then this game of chess is afraid that there is no chance of success.

Fang Ling gritted his teeth, since he didn't have a chance, he would create a chance to kill Ao Deng, although this monster was extremely strong, but it couldn't distinguish the trick like a living person.

Just when Ao Deng's sword shook Lubei, Fang Ling stepped up, jumped up, and slashed towards his head.

Ao Deng waved a touch of sword qi in his hand, as if he wanted to shake Fang Ling away, Fang Ling immediately condensed the qi of heaven and earth on his feet, and when he avoided the sword qi, he had fallen in front of him, and then swept away with a knife.

Ao Deng's wrist moved, and he accurately stopped the knife, and at the same time turned outward, with such a huge force, he had to force Fang Ling to retreat outward.

However, Fang Ling unexpectedly let go of his hand, took the initiative to give up the fine iron knife, and at the same time, flicked his foot, and rushed towards Ao Deng's chest!

In the face of a master like Ao Deng, close combat is simply like a moth to a fire, Song Ying'er and the two were suddenly in a hurry, one shot a flying needle from a distance, and the other rushed over to harass Ao Deng.

It's just that for Ao Deng, this kind of harassment has no effect, and with a wave of his hand, the vast true qi will scatter countless silver needles, and at the same time pop out several finger arrows towards Lu Bei Quzhi.

Lu Bei already had the intention of risking his life at this time, seeing that Fang Ling was in danger, how could he be forced to retreat, he roared steeply, let the arrow drill a few blood holes in his body, and a few steps closer to his side, slashing down fiercely.

Fang Ling flipped his wrist and showed his magic dagger, and at the same time stabbed towards Ao Deng's chest.

The two approached at the same time, Ao Deng crossed his arms, and the war knife in his right hand successfully resisted Lu Bei's knife, and his left hand was lightning towards Fang Ling's neck!

This move came quickly and violently, almost unavoidable, and if he really clamped his neck, he was afraid that if he tried hard, his neck would be broken.