Looking at the panicked beasts fleeing in a hurry, Han Xingye's face was indescribably gloomy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he received a flying pigeon line report two days ago, and learned that a team from Beiyan was preparing to go to Peacock City to fight with him instead of Wu Qianyu, including at least 2 ninth-level martial artists, which was not good. Han Xingye's plan to seize the dominance of Moro has been infinitely close to success for many years, how can he let an outside team destroy a good thing at a critical moment. So he secretly gathered his men and organized this ambush.

Han Xingye is a beast master wizard, his spiritual power is stronger than that of ordinary ninth-level martial artists, and he is also very familiar with the habits of various beasts. Through his psychic powers, he is able to establish a subtle bond with the beasts, which can influence their behavior and emotions, stimulate their killing instincts, and help him attack his opponents.

Who would have thought that just now, 100 beasts appeared in the opposing camp, forcibly interrupting the connection between him and the beast herd, and at that moment, he could clearly feel the fear coming from the beast herd.

Killing and fear are the two major instincts of beasts, according to their performance, even if Han Xingye can't see what kind of beast the opponent is, he knows that it must be some kind of powerful beast, especially the beast with black scales and red eyes in the middle, who exudes an extremely dangerous aura all over his body, and several beasts that have always been fierce and untamable don't even have the courage to resist in front of him, so they are easily torn into two pieces.

What kind of beast is this?! With black scale armor and blood-red eyes, Han Xingye's heart was extremely shocked.

Among the 400 people who participated in the ambush this time, in addition to Han Xingye himself, there were also two ninth-level martial artists from the temple, namely the hall master of the Peacock City branch hall, Aimeni, and the hall master of the Zangfeng City branch hall. In addition, there are 30 eighth-level martial artists and 100 seventh-level martial artists.

In Han Xingye's opinion, such a lineup is enough to run rampant in Moro, and it is more than enough to deal with this support army, not to mention that there are beasts charging forward.

However, the strength shown by the other party made him feel like he had fallen into a trap. There was not a single soft persimmon among these evolutionary people, and before the power of the herd could be exerted, they were frightened and crushed.

But now, it is impossible to give up halfway, and besides, the strength of one's own side is equally strong, and it is too early to judge victory or defeat. Thinking of this, Han Xingye pulled up the face towel, covered his mouth and nose, and said hello to Aimeni and Zhang Jian:

"Two, it's our turn!"

After saying that, he jumped out and pounced on Ji Poyu first, and when Aimeni and Zhang Jian saw this, they also drew their weapons and led their subordinates to cover up and kill the other beasts.

Ji Poyu saw that someone was welcoming him, and he was excited in his heart, just looking at the momentum, he knew that this person was a powerful martial artist. He picked up his long-handled square-headed hammer, easily picked up the hammer flower, screamed, his body suddenly accelerated, and he hit Han Xingye with a hammer.

Han Xingye, who was running wildly, saw Ji Poyu's body speed, and his expression was terrified: What a speed!

Then I saw a huge hammer with a strong wind, handed to me.

Coincidentally, Han Xingye's weapon is a mallet-shaped scepter, although it is not as exaggerated as Ji Poyu's hammer, it is also a heavy weapon, he saw that Ji Poyu's hammer was heavy, he didn't dare to be sloppy, his waist and legs were tight, his arms were strong, he shouted, picked up the scepter in his hand and swept it towards Ji Poyu's hammer head.

The two of them had the intention of competing, but they didn't slow down and keep their hands, and the next moment, like two bulls running at high speed, slammed into each other.

When the long ~~~

At the intersection of hammers (mallets), gold and iron resonate, and sparks splash in all directions, making a very piercing echo in the forest.

"Rejoice! Again! Ji Poyu's blood pupils widened, his momentum soared, he stepped forward and staggered, swinging his hammer and smashing it.

Han Xingye's face was gloomy as water, silent, the scepter was rung vertically, and he had a hard fight with Ji Poyu, and the fight was extremely fierce.

The two figures are separated by a touch, and they are rubbed up again, just like opening a furnace and striking iron, and the sound of clanging bells is non-stop.

"This, he, he's a dragon tendon warrior?" Feng Qingyun and Feng Liang in the rear, seeing that Wang Man (Ji Poyu) was so brave, like a god and demon descending into the world, they were shocked and incoherent.

As a member of the evolutionary people, they are no strangers to dragon tendon bear gall, but they have never seen it in person, but Ji Poyu's fighting style is strong and strong, only attacking and not defending, too distinct, and almost the same as the description of the legendary dragon tendon warrior, so he guessed his identity.

Sang Nan smiled faintly, did not deny it, but admired Feng Qingyun's eyesight a little in his heart.

"This level of beastialization must be the direct bloodline of the family to do it, could it be that he is a member of the Ji family?!" Feng Qingyun asked in disbelief.

"That's right, he's from the Ji family!" Sannan nodded in response.

"What about you? Nan Gongzi! Feng Qingyun and the two looked at Sang Nan, and their expressions became a little awe-inspiring. With the Ji family as his subordinates, Sang Nan's identity is about to be revealed.

"Me? He's a dragon's tendon, and I'm a bear bile! Sang Nan looked at them and said jokingly.

"Sang?!" Feng Qingyun and Feng Liang frowned and pondered, then with solemn expressions, they bowed deeply to Sang Nan, "I've seen my lord." ”

In their hearts at this moment, they have regarded Sannan as the leader of a new generation of evolutionary people.

Sang Nan accepted this salute, and stretched out his hand to hold up the two of them: "No need to be polite!" If you have something to say, wait until the enemy is solved. ”

At the same time, Sand and Sang Yan took over the attacks of Aimeni and Zhang Jian respectively. As Sang Nan's personal guards, the two of them use short blades, Sang De uses two iron crutches, and Sang Yan uses a thick-backed short knife plus a hand shield, and his body style is also influenced by Sang Nan, which is ridiculously fast.

They insisted on refining their bodies for six years without interruption, and Mei Dongen often used rare herbs in the valley to boil soup to nourish their bodies, so their physique was not weaker than that of Sang Nan back then. At this time, under the effect of beastification, he was on a par with two ninth-level martial artists.

The first person to be unable to hold his breath was Han Xingye himself, although he was strong, compared with Ji Poyu, there was still a certain gap, and after more than a dozen rounds of fierce fighting, he felt that his arm was sore, and he was secretly shocked by the strength of the evolutionary person in front of him, but he was difficult to ride a tiger, so he had to swim close to him instead, intending to entangle the opponent and delay time.

Suddenly, several strange noises, accompanied by exclamations, came from behind him:

Thump! Thump!

Oh no, my lord! Someone put poison!

Han Xingye was shocked when he heard this, and wanted to turn around to take a look, but he was forced by Ji Poyu closely, and he had no time to separate.

Damn it!

Thump! Thump! People kept falling to the ground.

My lord......

At this time, not only Han Xingye, but even Aimeni and Zhang Jian became anxious, although the strength of the two opponents was slightly inferior to their own, they were extremely fast, and they couldn't keep their hands, so they couldn't do anything for a while.

Now that there is an accident behind him, won't he become an enemy on his back?

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Han Xingye hurriedly pursed his lips and whistled, giving a signal to retreat. Aimeni and Zhang Jian attacked sharply, forced back Sander and the others, and then joined forces with Han Xingye and retreated. (To be continued.) )