The bloodline determines the future achievements, if you have been at the first level, the early stage is fine, but the later stage may not be good.

On Uncle Nine's side, the little green snake and the three puppets were hiding somewhere and were watching their battle up close.

At first, it was almost crushed, because these warlocks were invulnerable, and ordinary swords did no harm to them at all, but Uncle Jiu's side fought back and forth with Wang Po, and Uncle Nine still had the upper hand.

Although Wang Po is the leader of the warlocks, she is still a lot worse than the ninth uncle, especially since Wang Po is just a leader of horse thieves, and she has no magic weapons in her hands at all.

On the other hand, Uncle Jiu's body is full of treasures, yellow charms, bells, gossip mirrors, and copper coin swords, which can be described as all kinds of magic weapons.

"One stroke of the world, the three clears the soul"

"Erbi Patriarch Creation, please move the great god to mobilize the soldiers"

"Three fierce strokes to avoid, what ghost dares to see and what dare to be"

"Heaven and earth are round, nine chapters of the law"

"I order to write, ten thousand ghosts are hidden"

Uncle Nine took a step back, recited a decision in his mouth, and cast a seven-fight Kui Gang step, and a few seconds later, the yellow talisman burned, turning into a golden light and shooting towards Wang Po.

Wang Po flew out directly upside down like a kite with a broken string, and Uncle Jiu's side was crushed by the whole line, but the villagers were miserable.

Most of the villagers are powerless, and even if they hold a knife, they can only slash and stab basically, but this group of warlocks is invulnerable, and they have no way.

Just when these villagers were in crisis and were about to be wiped out, Uncle Nine also discovered their weakness, that is, their necks, although their whole bodies were as hard as iron, but the bottom of their necks was the weakest point, as long as they cut at the neck, they would also die.

Uncle Jiu's words are undoubtedly a blessing from heaven, these people are almost about to collapse, after hearing Uncle Jiu's words, they immediately resisted, and their combat effectiveness was several times higher than before.

A few able-bodied villagers cut off the heads of several warlocks with knives, and the scene was reversed again.

"The horse thief is dead!"

"Rush! Kill these all-evil horse thieves! ”

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Wang Po couldn't get any benefit under the pressure of Uncle Jiu step by step, and the warlocks under her command were also cut off one after another, just when everyone thought that the battle should be over, they didn't expect Wang Po to spit out a few wriggling worms from her mouth.

"It's disgusting......"

Disgusting to disgusting, but these bugs are really useful, smeared on the wounds of the warlocks who had just been cut off, and they miraculously came back to life, or they didn't die at all.

Now the battle is the same as at the beginning, and these villagers are gradually getting impatient, and they can still stand up after cutting their necks? Isn't that a scoundrel?

Some of the villagers wanted to run but were stopped by the security captain Ah Qiang, this guy who was afraid of the soft and afraid of the hard had just been hiding here, and he didn't dare to go up and fight these horse thieves.

"Don't go, no one is allowed to go, if anyone dares to escape, I'll shoot him with one shot, give me back!"

Although Ah Qiang was submissive in front of Uncle Jiu, he was completely the emperor of the soil in the eyes of these ordinary people, so none of these villagers dared to resist Ah Qiang's orders, and continued to go back to fight these horse thieves one by one.

Survival of the fittest, the battle just experienced, some people who are not skilled in martial arts have been killed by horse thieves, and the rest of these villagers are some villagers who are strong and know some martial arts, and they can still fight with these horse thieves by wiping their necks, but it is never a way to go on like this.

At this time, Wang Po also made a big move, and two tentacles stretched out of her two sleeves to use the stones on the ground as weapons to repel the chasing villagers.

"Ah Qiang, pee some boy pee for me!"

The people on both sides seemed to be ready to rest for a while and fight again, so Uncle Nine asked Ah Qiang, who was watching the play on the sidelines, to pee some boy urine, and boy urine was useful for these ghost things.

"Huh? Master, I have lost my life on a stormy night. ”

Ah Qiang's eyes widened, he covered his lower body with both hands, and quickly shook his head.

"Forget it, use mine!"

Seeing this, Uncle Nine shook his head helplessly, and turned around to pick up some of his own.

Wang Po took advantage of this opportunity to take a few warlocks to attack quickly, but before she could chase far, Uncle Nine flashed out of the crowd and sprinkled all the freshly baked boy urine on them.

Strange things happened, the warlocks who had been cut off their necks fell to the ground immediately after touching the boy's urine, and their wounds were bleeding again.

Wang Po lowered her head and tried to heal the wound with the wriggling worm again, but it didn't work.

The angry Wang Po roared, and rushed towards Uncle Nine alone, two tentacles wrapped around Uncle Jiu's neck, but fortunately, it was cut off by Uncle Nine's peachwood sword.

At this time, Wang Po has lost her mind, the warlocks she brought are still standing, everyone else has fallen to the ground, and the most important Wang Po's two younger brothers, Wild Boar and Iron Eagle, are in the camp of the fall, which is also the key to making Wang Po lose her mind.