Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Battle of the Orcs

Thick dark clouds overlapped together, pressing the sky very low, and it began to drizzle, and a flash of white light shone on the grassland, and with a loud bang, a red lightning bolt slashed, slashing the heavenly spirit cover of the night withered grass, and a blow pierced through the whole body, and a black hole exploded in the grass. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hahaha...... God help me! The laughter of the orcs.

Night Withered grass opened its mouth and spit out a puff of cigarette, her hair was fried, and two figures flickered in front of her, and a powerful heat current was about to explode in her body, shouting to Jing Shan: "Quick! Hurry up and take Weiming all the way down, Xiaotian is still below, leave me alone, I feel that there is a force in my body that is about to explode, and I am a little uncontrollable. ”

"The giant python said that you should stay away from you when you are abnormal, you take care of yourself, we will go first." Jingshan said without conscience, pulling Dao Weiming to leave.

Dao Wei looked at the night withered grass with reluctant eyes, and said distressedly: "You want to come to see us alive." ”

The orcs blocked the way, surrounded Jingshan and Dao Weiming, and opened their bloody mouths, as if they smelled delicious food, and saliva flowed down with them.

The soul of the night withered grass struggled in its body, its lips gradually turned crimson, the cloth band that tied its hair was broken, the hair that had been blown up returned to normal, and the long black hair fell down, and the corners of the eyes turned upward, exuding a shemale flow.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, his feet soared, and he quickly kicked out sideways, kicking the orc's head, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Just because you also want to stop me?" Jingshan quickly takes Weiming away, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. ”

Jingshan grabbed Dao Weiming's hand, and when the orc fell, he jumped up lightly, stepped on his head, evacuated the danger area, and slowly disappeared into the grassland.

Night Withered's eyes gradually became evil, dodging the pursuit of the other orcs, his feet together, his hands folded above his head, flipped his body, jumped up and spiraled towards the right arm of the orc leader, cut his arm like a sharp blade, pointed his left foot on the grass, and jumped backwards out of a meter range.

The broken arm flew out, and the orc leader covered his right arm with his left hand, revealing broken white bones at the incision, bleeding incessantly, and was so enraged that his face turned red, revealing his beast teeth, and threw himself at the right shoulder of the night withered grass, also wanting to avenge the broken arm.

Nightdry grass flashed sideways, leaned back, thrust forward with its right foot, rubbed across the grass, and pressed against the feet of the orc leader, clenched his fist and slowly stood up, the fist hit his chin from the bottom up, and then the two feet rose into the air, erected his right foot down, and kicked him on the top of the head.

The head of the orc leader smashed into the grass, his body followed and pounced a meter away, his left hand propped up, he glared at the night dry grass in embarrassment, moved left and right, and smashed his left fist into his face frantically.

The other orcs pounced on him, unleashing their fists at each punch, each aimed at the night withered grass's face, and one of them leaped into the air and struck at Tarzan with a blow.

Nightdry grass quickly caught every punch, too busy to pay attention to the orc above his head, his reason was eroded, and the abnormal power in his body took control of his body, stopping his movements, and bouncing backwards continuously, avoiding their attacks.

When all the orcs were ready to come forward to attack, Night Withered Grass stretched out his right hand and slapped it on his head, and the red light poured into his long black hair, which instantly turned into long black needles, which swayed lightly with the wind, making a clanging and crisp sound.

"This ...... What kind of trick is this? The orcs were amazed, and felt a little frightened at the sight of a monster more terrifying than themselves.

The leader of the orcs roared, "Give it to me, little ones, and kill him." ”

Nightdry grass touched countless long needles and threw them into the air, the long needles were thin and sharp, entering every part of the orc through the pores, interspersed in the vital places, and not letting the other party drop a drop of blood, twenty seconds later, the long needles pierced out of the skin and returned to the hair.

His eyes were full of bloodlust, and he threw out the long needles on the filament again, and stabbed into the neck of the orc leader in a criss-cross manner, each long needle pierced the major arteries, and the blood flowed in the neck, bulging, and when he withdrew it again, the long needles slipped drop by drop with blood stains.

The orc leader couldn't say a word, his body fell backwards heavily, and the other orcs retreated in horror, without the leader, their momentum fell, and they hurriedly retreated.

Suddenly the rain poured down, weaving the space into a continuous rain net, washing away the blood-soaked needles of the night withered grass, but unable to wash the evil qi on the body, chasing the fleeing orcs, driving the long needles on the hair to form a thin needle blade, sprinting forward, throwing out the blade and cutting straight through the orc's body, splitting it in two.

One of the orcs stopped, turned and stretched out his front foot at the Nightshade, slashed across his left cheek, scratched successfully, and beat his chest to show his people what he was capable of.

There was blood on the three claw marks on the left side of the night grass, and he said impatiently: "If you dare to hurt me, then let you die a little worse." ”

The hair was originally a thin needle blade, but it was switched into several small blades at once, and it was swept into the orcs, and while moving his steps, he kept spinning back, and the small blades cut the orc's limbs little by little.

The orcs were in great agony before they died, and a large number of stumps and heads were separated from their bodies until they were all killed.

The blades all returned to the hair of the night withered grass, and the evil qi disappeared little by little, turning back into long black hair, fading the bright color of the lips, and the body began to stagger, and the eyes were blank and walked forward, stepping over the corpse of the orc, and walking down the grassland.

The weak-spirited beast ran on the road, took the form of a little boy, came to the side of the night withered grass, and shouted, "Mother! What happened to you? ”

The night withered grass heard the sound of a weak beast, and then saw a few figures in the distance running in the direction of the grassland, took out the plum blossom silver hairpin with his left hand, and tapped the index finger and thumb of his right hand on the little boy's forehead, and recited a mantra: "Woo meow meow soul hairpin." ”

"Mother......" Before the weak beast finished speaking, it was put into the hairpin.

The rain stopped, the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, the night withered grass eyelids were very heavy, the last sight stayed on Xiaotian, the body slowly fell to the ground, the eyes were closed, and the silver hairpin in his hand fell to the ground before he had time to hide.

Xiao Tian rushed over, stepped on a silver hairpin under his feet, lifted his foot to pick it up, recognized it at a glance, put it in his pocket, squatted on the ground and picked up the night dry grass.

Dao Weiming followed up and asked worriedly, "How is the dead grass?" ”

Jing Shan looked at the corpses on the grassland in surprise, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in disbelief: "This can't be done by Xiaobaiyan...... Anyway, all the people in the tribe are dead, so let's get out of here. ”

Xiao Tian walked in front with the night withered grass, and the others silently followed behind, withdrawing from the tribe of interest.