Chapter 7: The Four Poles Flame Yang Array

The Zhao cemetery, full of potholes, a mess, and a bustling pile of graves. Or be smoothed out, or be blown up. When those who don't know look at it, they think they have been robbed by tomb robbers.

In the middle of the cemetery, two figures are close together, and at first glance, they think they are young couples snuggling together and whispering sweetly.

When I looked further, there was a gray-haired old man in the twilight, and a strange and ugly one like a ghost. The key is that at a glance, you can see that they are two men, which has to make people doubt life, and also has to make people feel that the ghosts of these years are really terrible, and they don't let go of the old people.

It wasn't until I saw the ghost's hand passing through the old man's body that the tiredness and exclamation swept away from my heart.

Xiao's blood-stained hand lingered on the white-eyed old man's chest for a moment before slowly withdrawing it. Then he stretched out his tongue and licked the blood off his hands. He was like a demon who came out of hell, and he didn't frown or blink his eyes the whole time, but instead enjoyed the feeling of killing.

Because Xiao's disappearance to his appearance and then to the death of the old man with white eyebrows was too sudden, by the time everyone reacted, the old man with white eyebrows had become a corpse and fell in a pool of blood.

"Master", Zhao Wu screamed sadly. Then he ran towards the white-eyed old man at great speed. But he was intercepted by Xiao halfway, and Xiao's long, sharp nails cut through the void and approached Zhao Wu,

Zhao Wu picked the spear in his hand. Fighting with Xiao was a mess, but he was Xiao's opponent, and after dozens of moves, Zhao Wu was scratched with a few deep wounds on his chest.

"Roar", Zhao Wu let out a low roar, and then performed a set of marksmanship, fighting with Xiao again, obviously, the master's death stimulated Zhao Wu. Let him be a little careless. Single-mindedly trying to slash the enemy.

As soon as the old patriarch and they arrived at the old man with white eyebrows, they heard a roar from behind them, and they commanded the surrounding clansmen, and then ran towards Xiao, the deceased was gone, too much grief would not help, it would only lead to a greater tragedy.

Xiao kicked on Zhao Wuheng's spear and flew towards the old patriarch with his strength. When the old patriarch saw the Xiao flying towards him, his heart suddenly tightened. But after all, they are all battle-hardened old men. They quickly smoothed the tension.

The elder clasped his hands in a hollow place, and a looming mountain appeared between his hands. When he was about to smash at the rushing Xiao, the Xiao suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.

The old man had a brief blank in his mind, and when he reacted, he only felt pain in his left shoulder. When he looked sideways, Xiao's razor-sharp nails had severed his left hand.

After missing a hand, the source power of the mountain seal he formed was instantly disordered. And then suddenly exploded. The old man flew out. The old patriarch quickly caught the fallen elder. "Ahem," the elder coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The old patriarch asked with a worried face, "Are you okay?" and the elder tried to get himself up "It's okay", and the old patriarch looked at Xiao standing in the void, "Old man, it seems that we are all going to be planted here today."

The elder opened his mouth and found that there was nothing to say, and at this time, to say something encouraging and optimistic would be pure self-deception. I am discouraged and pessimistic, and I can't bear to say it. So. It's better to say nothing.

After a while, Zhao Wu flew to their side and looked at the old patriarch with inquiring eyes, the old patriarch stood for a while, as if making great determination, and said heavily, "Cloth Four Poles Flame Yang Array",

It's no wonder that the old patriarch is like this, this four-pole flame yang array was accidentally obtained by an ancestor of the Zhao family when he was practicing outside, its power is huge, but it is extremely difficult to control, and those who are inferior in strength will be counterattacked.

Originally, the old patriarch and the three elders could barely maintain the large array, but the three elders were killed and one was injured. Now the formation is extremely risky, maybe Xiao is not dead, and the people who set up the formation will be killed by the big array.

Zhao Wu hurriedly said, "There are not enough people", what he said was people whose strength met the standard. The old patriarch said, "I, you and Elder Tian each have a stable position, and the other place will be maintained by the people of the village", as he spoke, the old patriarch looked at the people around him.

Zhao Wu looked around and couldn't see Zhao Jian, and at this time, he vaguely heard an argument coming from a distance. He shouted, "Zhao Jian, where the are you dead." I haven't come to help yet."

The two groups of people who were originally tense and ready to fight at any time calmed down in Zhao Wu's scolding, and they turned their heads to look at the battlefield only to find that most of the people in the clan had already died, which can be described as extremely tragic,

And at this time, his group of people were still here to make things difficult for the children to engage in infighting, so when they thought about it, a group of people suddenly felt that their old faces were hot.

Zhao Jian looked at the blazing battlefield, and then looked at the group of people around him, he shouted, "If it's the Zhao family, follow me", he took a deep look at Zhao Hai,

Then he turned to Xing Yi and said, "Xiao Yi, you go back and inform the clansmen first, and tell them to find a place to hide first." After saying that, he turned around and joined the battle with a group of people.

With Zhao Hai, this group of people, you look at me, I look at you, and finally followed under the leadership of the little man, after all, this is a battle related to the life and death of a clan.

Zhao Hai looked at the people who left one after another, his face was extremely pale. But he never moved. Just stood there, looking at Xing Yi viciously.

Xing Yi sneered, "As the elder of the Zhao family, don't you want to contribute to the protection of your homeland?" , Zhao Hai replied, "Killing you, the white-eyed wolf who eats inside and out, is also guarding the homeland."

Xing Yi laughed and said, "The merits have their own old patriarchs, and they will judge. If it is really concluded that I colluded with outsiders to murder the village. They will execute me, what is your business?

Aren't you trying to make things difficult for me everywhere?" Sure enough, when Xing Yi said the word artifact, a greedy look flashed in Zhao Hai's eyes.

Because Xing Yi has lived in the mountains since he was a child, he has little experience in the world. When he first entered the world, he was not wary of others, so some of the treasures on his body were inadvertently exposed.

Some people like Zhao Hai started to think about taking them over, but they didn't succeed several times. Because of this, he always can't get off the stage and loses face in front of others.

He looked at Xing Yi for a while and asked, "Do you kowtow and confess your guilt yourself or do I beat you until you admit it", Xing Yi said, "Do you think you have eaten me", Zhao Hai laughed and said:

"Why, do you think those wooden fish heads in the village will come to save you", in Zhao Hai's opinion, he doesn't know how to use resources to strengthen himself. The people who also defend Xingyi everywhere are wooden fish heads.

When Xing Yi heard this, the warm and jade-like aura on his body changed in vain, and he became incomparable, "Today, I want to let you know that I Xing Yi can live until now, not by relying on the protection of others",

At this time, what came to Xing Yi's mind was the scene of him walking alone in the Great Wilderness, blood, white bones, and poisonous miasma of fierce beasts. A perilous environment, death everywhere. The trials of life and death torment......