The slaughter and slaughter, and the serious injury to the fangs were only completed in an instant.

"I had too little experience, and I was escaped by two fangs. ”

Ji Baisu, who was spilled blood, fell to the ground, but he sighed in his heart.

He still knows too little about the native creatures, and he is not very clear about the instinct of the owl teeth to seek advantage and avoid harm, so the two owl teeth escaped after being seriously injured, according to the recovery ability of the native creatures, such an injury is estimated not to make the two owl teeth distressed for too long.

Ji Baisu remembered the powerful recovery power after the tumor stabbed his Youhuang arrow.

The sigh didn't last long, and Ji Baisu dragged the blood fork around the field.

After the first mistake, it was already difficult for any local creature to leave alive in Ji Baisu's hands.

After all, Ji Baisu also grew up hunting in Luoshan since he was a child, and finding weaknesses is Ji Baisu's strong point, and it is no coincidence that Cangyao's death in Wanfeng City back then, even if there is no "secret help" from Ji Kong, then they can't escape.

"Abandon the rakshasas on the periphery and take the people inside first. ”

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the ears of Cha Posi, who was still fighting.

Cha Posi turned his head to look and saw that the "Holy Son of the Hellfire", who should have died under the Fallen Slaughter Fist, was actually killing not far from him like a nobody.

There was an indescribable "joy" in his heart, but recalling the words from the True Qi Transmission, Cha Porsi's heart sank again.

Taking advantage of the short gap, Cha Posi straightened his strong body, raised his eyes, and found that the native creatures who had attacked the inner perimeter were dead.

Under the desperate resistance of the clansmen, the native creatures did not curry favor, and the slaughter and fangs did not tear the entire defense line, but on the contrary, when the defense line slowly recovered, the native creatures who rushed in were already wailing and falling.

But the dense local creatures on the periphery are still chasing after them.

After a brief loss of consciousness, Cha Posi suddenly found that the indifferent "suggestion" seemed to be the only choice at present, and if he continued to survive, then all the clansmen could only stay.

“...... You...... You take the people with you, and I'll cut off the queen......"

In just an instant, Cha Posi gritted his teeth and made a decision.

And after Ji Baisu heard the transmission of Cha Posi, he waved his hand and strangled a thorn, and was about to come down.

"General, it's a porphyry......"

A guard pointed in one direction and shouted at Chaporsi.

Cha Porsi turned his head to look, it was a group of tribesmen who were entangled by the native creatures, and in the shrinking defense line, there seemed to be a problem in that place, not keeping up with the progress of the contraction, like a bulging bubble in the corner, and the native creatures were chasing and beating fiercely.

The "porphyry" in the mouth of the Rakshasa guards is the son of Cha Porphy, Cha Porphy.

Almost one-third of the underage Rakshasa children like Cha Po Xi were intercepted and could not be withdrawn, and more than 100 Rakshasa warriors resisted the siege of the native creatures and protected the young clansmen behind them.

Cha Posi's eyes went crazy in an instant.

Although the guard only mentioned Cha Po Si, Cha Po Si saw that group of Rakshasa children. He can abandon the warriors, but the blood of the new generation of the Rakshasa clan is a bond that means that it will be passed on from generation to generation, even if there is no son of him Chaposi, he can't give up that group of children.

"All the Rakshasa warriors obeyed the order and ...... west"

Cha Posi was about to shout the herald, but he was suddenly stunned.

A red-stained robe figure rushed out of his side like a gust of wind, and at the same time the voice of the "Holy Son" was heard in his ears:

"Take them away first. ”

Cha Posi reacted instantly.

"The Guards and the Ground Splitting Battalion keep up...... Come on...... Tuzhu. ”

Cha Posi shouted loudly, at this time the team was already disrupted, and it was impossible to close the team by relying on the sound of true qi, Cha Posi could only let the sound spread as far away as possible, so that the soldiers who heard the order could move closer to the "Holy Son".

"The Linden Land Battalion, the Tooth Battalion, and the Mad Demon Battalion began to withdraw...... The Bosheng battalion moved inward and covered ...... Tuzhu ...... Cover the retreat of the team ......"

Cha Posi finally gave the order to retreat, and the Bosheng camp on the periphery was the group of Rakshasa warriors who had been abandoned. After all, he is the general of the Rakshasa clan, and no matter how much he doesn't want to give up his clan, he has to make a decision, and only all the clansmen will die if he hesitates.

The formation changed at this moment, and all the teams began to retreat in an orderly manner, and the Bosheng camp shrank inward to block the rear, forming a passage to the group of Rakshasa children.

And more than 200 Rakshasa young clans also hurriedly retreated under protection, and from time to time one or two depraved slaughterers cooperated with two or three owl fangs to break through the barrier and kill the group of children.

Panicked shouts rang out, and the Rakshasa children staggered and ran, but after all, they were born warlike Rakshasa blood, even if they were still children, they hadn't experienced many bloody battles, but they still had amazing fighting instincts.

A single slaughtered fangs tore off a child's right leg, and the child wailed in pain, but gave up on running away, and turned around and grabbed one of the fang's claws, pressing the weight of his whole body down.

The fangs viciously tore off one of the child's arms, tore off half of the arm, and then wrestled to the side.

The child, who had lost half of his arm and a leg, was still clutching the fangs with one hand, and by this time he had stopped crying, and his eyes were full of desperate madness, and after feeling the strength of the fangs' struggle, he put his mouth up again, and bit the wrist of the fangs.

Owl Fang hesitated for a moment, but did not bear the pain to tear half of its claw arm, and it was about to continue to tear the back of the Rakshasa child with its other claw, but suddenly felt some danger.

Its powerful instinct made it avoid the unknown danger without the slightest hesitation, but on the arm, the child unexpectedly exerted an amazing strength, no less than an adult rakshasa.

"Poof"

The fangs were immediately pierced into the heart by a blood fork.

The fatal injuries could no longer be relied on to survive with their amazing resilience, and the Owl's livelihood was quickly wiped out.

"Zaro ......"

The child who was splashed with blood pulled out the blood fork that was pierced in the body of the owl tooth, and wiped his face casually, but the blood was even more covered in his face, but fortunately, it no longer blocked his vision. He reached out to the badly injured child.

"Tsa Po ...... No...... I'm going to die...... You don't have to worry about me...... You go quickly...... And your father...... Avenge us and kill them all...... These disgusting bugs ......"

Crying and waving his hand, he opened the hand of the child called Cha Porchi, and after a moment of ferocity, Sadore had already felt the pain of his body being torn apart and the fear of dying, but he still retained his sanity and did not want to drag his companion down.

In fact, Rakshasa has a tenacious vitality, and he will not die if he breaks an arm or leg, but the local creatures will never let him escape smoothly.

"You ......"

Only then did he notice Cha Duo Lao's injury, but since he was a child, under the influence of his father Cha Duo Si, Cha Por was just as strong, and he still leaned down to catch Cha Duo Lao:

"You'll be fine, Father will come to our rescue......"

"No...... No...... Tsava Porphy, you're my best friend...... Take someone else away...... Otherwise, you won't be able to leave......"

Chadoro struggled hard, and at the same time pointed the last remaining finger to the shrinking line, and along the vacant place of the line, he could see that the Rakshasa team began to slowly retreat.

Cha Porphy was also a little stunned.

"No...... Surveyor ......"

At this time, Cha Duo suddenly roared violently, and pushed Cha Po Xi away with all his strength.

Cha Po Xi was also shocked to realize that something was wrong, and rolled to the side with this force using the life-saving method that his father usually taught, and the fierce claw wind behind him whistled.

When he looked up again on his knees, he saw that his best friend, Chadoro, had been degraded and his head had been drained with a single palm, and his bloodied body had fallen heavily on the charred ground.

The land here was once poured with lava, and there was no life.

Chadoro saved him with his last life.

"Ahh

Cha Po Xi yelled angrily, grabbed the blood fork and rushed towards the Fallen Slaughter, and several Rakshasa children around him hit him a few times as they fled in a hurry, and Cha Po stumbled towards him.

The depraved slaughter had just slapped a Rakshasa child with one palm, and was about to shake off the blood stains on his hand, when the back of his hand was suddenly stabbed by a blood fork, and the sharp fork head hurt its bones.

The slaughter was painful, and he shook his heavy palm, and immediately slapped the porphyris away.

The Blood Fork was pulled out and tossed aside, and it was about to rush towards Chapori to vent its anger by tearing him apart, but another Rakshasa warrior from the Bosheng camp had spotted it and rushed over to entangle with it.

The pain was unbearable, and he was about to get up, but he sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly used all his strength to dodge to the side, and at the same time turned his head to look at the attacker.

"Cha Zhijue?...... What are you doing...?"

After seeing the identity of the attacker, Cha Po was stunned.

"Hey, hey, hey"

The ugly-looking Cha Zhijue smiled gloomily at Cha Porphyry:

"Foolish Hellfire, you deserve to die here, I am here to destroy you, and use your blood to reward the powerful and noble Ghost King of the Spring. ”

"You're a Quanbei?"

Cha Porphy suddenly shouted:

"The Fog Hidden Array of the Night Stream is your ......"

This sentence was uttered with pure anger.

But unexpectedly, the corners of Cha Zhijue's mouth pulled out a contemptuous and arrogant arc:

"Yes, it's me. Do you fools think I don't know that the ancient well is the foundation of the Fog Hidden Array? My parents' last wish has finally been fulfilled in my hands. But you still suspect that stupid woman. ”

"You ......"

He was furious, and at the same time, there was a wrenching pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You're dead. ”

Cha Zhijue rushed over with a grin, and the blood fork in his hand was raised high.

Cha Po Fei tried his best to dodge a few times, but was hit by the equally strong Cha Zhijue with a blood fork, and after falling to the ground, he was unable to get up again.

Cha Zhijue proudly raised the blood fork and was about to stab it downward.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking wind sounded from the back of his head.

Cha Zhijue hurriedly turned around and took the blood fork to the rack.

"Poof".

Cha Zhijue's right arm was cut off at the root.

A long black and white knife swirled and stabbed into the ground in front of Cha Zhijue, and there was still a trace of Cha Zhijue's blood sliding down on it.