Batu slowly got up from the ground.

The marks on the black ground quickly disappeared, and Batu was not seriously injured, but his heart was very hurt.

If the first punch can be an excuse for carelessness, then there is no excuse for this punch.

The opponent's real strength is stronger than his Batu!

There is no way to admit it.

He exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and the calm ground under his feet suddenly "boiled".

"Warriors of the Blackwater Tribe, kill the enemy with me!" Batu shouted, he was also very decisive, and after realizing that this person was stronger than himself, he immediately put aside the problem of face and chose to call people to besiege together.

The people of the surrounding Blackwater tribe were stunned for a moment and immediately reacted.

Some of them rushed directly to Tang Luo, and the rest of the high priests used witchcraft.

All kinds of black, white, yellow, red, or weird, or infiltrating, or violent witches came first, and blasted directly towards the stand-in wooden man.

That's not all, a huge black fist suddenly appeared in front of the stand-in wooden man, and smashed into it at the same time.

In mid-air behind him, Batu's figure suddenly appeared, swooping down from top to bottom.

The whole person was shrouded in a cloud of black gas, which directly condensed into the shape of a fist!

Dive Punch!

It is a very ordinary name, but it is a powerful witchcraft that Batu is proud of, turning itself into a fist, and under one punch, it is enough to break the city and destroy the wall, and the power is extremely amazing.

In the face of the attack that shrouded from all directions, the stand-in wooden man was not in a hurry, turned around in an instant, and stretched out his hand.

The five fingers of his left hand were spread out, and he had already caught the fastest and most powerful dive punch.

The black fist was crushed by a pinch as the stand-in wooden man closed his palm!

Everyone could only see that the wizard of the dignified Blackwater tribe had been grabbed by his head and turned into an afterimage.

Grabbed like a broken sack and thrown around!

All the witchcraft around him slammed into Batu's body, and the black ground under his feet suddenly shrank and decreased by half.

"Boom!"

There was a roar, and the status seemed to shake a little.

Batu is eventually grabbed by the wooden man and smashed into the giant black fist that sticks out of the ground.

The two collided together, and the black giant fist shattered, and the black ground was reduced in area, shrinking into an irregular "circle" with a diameter of only about five meters.

The warriors of the Blackwater Tribe, who were originally the fastest and had not yet rushed in front of the stand-in wooden man, couldn't help but pause.

This person is so powerful?!

Not only them, but also the leaders of the five major tribes, as well as several wizards, also changed their faces.

The strength of this white-haired monk really exceeded their expectations.

However, no matter how surprised they were, it couldn't compare to the shock in Wu Yan's heart, at this time she had already lost her temper and looked at Tang Luo with a blank look.

She knows how much strength the stand-in wooden man has.

Even if it is her own stand-in wooden person, who has used the most blood, she has completely calmed down and controlled it wholeheartedly, and the strength she can exert is only between the priest and the high priest.

It has nothing to do with the blood provided - even if the blood provided is deliberately infused with its own power, it is nothing more than the icing on the cake, and cannot determine the overall situation.

What really determines the strength of the stand-in Wood Man is the controller of the Stand-in Wood Man and the power that the Wood Man itself can carry.

Even if the controller's strength is doubled, the upper limit of the stand-in wooden man is there, and it cannot be broken.

No matter how good a knight is, at most a horse can run faster than it should be, but it is impossible for it to compete with a horse.

This Xuanzang monk took control of her, and let the stand-in wooden man frustrate the wizard, which was completely beyond Wuzang's expectations.

The trace of uneasiness and fear in my heart quickly grew, and turned into a panic that led the wolf into the room.

With such strength, how can it be cannon fodder used to attack the west?

Wu Yan found that he seemed to have made a big mistake.

A big mistake that cannot be made up.

Turning his head again, Wu Yan no longer looked at Tang Luo, but looked in the direction of the martial arts arena.

King Kong has an excited expression on his face, he is worthy of being a master, and even the "stand-in messenger" is so strong!

Tang Yuhan was thoughtful, originally thought that coming to Beiyuan would experience difficult battles, so that he could continue to improve his strength in the battle, but now it seems that he has hugged his thighs.

This feeling of being able to completely rely on others is also rare for Tang Yuhan.

It's just that it doesn't match Tang Yuhan's original intention, but I can find a suitable opportunity to discuss with Master Xuanzang whether I can make a move.

Suddenly I felt like I was being carried by a large trumpet.

"Hehe, Batu, it seems that this person needs you and me to join forces."

On the field, the people of the Blackwater Tribe hesitated, and the wizard of the Teng Snake Tribe, Qi Wenda, laughed loudly, jumped directly from the high platform, and walked slowly towards the stand-in wooden man.

Batu stood up next to his "cross-stake", which was already in tatters-up and full of cracks.

It was as if the wind was about to disperse.

Batu still had no obvious injuries on his body, and most of the strength of the attack was carried by the cross.

The narrowing of the field under the feet is proof of this.

"Okay." Batu said in a deep voice, stretched out his hand and pulled out the cross stake, leaning against his back, the stake was attached to his back, but it was a different use.

"Name me."

Qi Wenda was not in a hurry to make a move, waved his hand to make the people around him retreat, looked at Tang Luo and said, "You are not a nameless person, and it is your glory to die here today." ”

In the future tribal records, there should be the names of both sides of today's battle.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger they will be, the more powerful and brilliant they will be.

To put it simply, it is the unknown people under the wizards of Ziwenda.

The stand-in wooden man is just a stand-in, but there is no possibility of speaking, just smiling, and his body disappears in an instant.

"I really don't know etiquette!" Ziwinda said, her right arm swelling suddenly, shattering her clothes and sweeping them out.

The stand-in wooden man also happened to appear here, and he threw a punch.

The two collided, Qi Wenda had a slight upper hand, and his body shook, and he was about to be blown away by the stand-in wooden man who was about to be blown away, following in the footsteps of Batu.

Batu's figure also appeared just right behind the stand-in wooden man, with one hand.

A whirlwind stretched out out of thin air, enveloping the stand-in wooden man.

At the same time, the shadow of the fist looms in the whirlwind, blasting towards the opponent!

The stand-in wooden man swept reflexively, and the furious force turned into a surging aura, colliding with the whirlwind, and both dissipated at the same time.

On the other side, Ziwenda took the opportunity to let out a loud shout, and the other arm also swelled, and an elbow smashed into the back of the stand-in wooden man.

The stand-in wooden man lunged forward, both to unload his strength and to use the power of Ziwenda to attack Batuu.

Batu was unhurried, his hands in front of him in a circle, and a black shield appeared.

But once again, the witch shield was cast.

However, this time it was different from the haste just now, it was not smashed to the ground again, although the witch shield was shattered under the punch of the stand-in wooden man.

Batu himself only took a few steps back, and once again deceived himself.

Behind him, Ziwinda's hands formed strange handprints in front of him, and his body swelled up like his arms.

Black hair began to grow, and after a few moments, it turned into a black humanoid beast that was three meters tall.

The head looks like a beast but not a beast, like a man but not a human, and a sharp red horn sticks out of the middle of the forehead.

"Kill!"

The black beast roared angrily and slashed at the wooden man.

The three "people" stood in a group, and the stand-in wooden man was one against two, and he did not fall behind.

The leaders of the five major tribes who watched changed their faces one after another, why had they never heard of such a person before?

And why did you come here to die?

Especially the leader of the Fusang tribe, he had already ordered to dig three feet into the ground, and he also wanted to find out the hidden Great Ghost.

The other party dares to use such a strong person as bait, and the plan is probably not small.

"I went too." Xiong Batianxia spoke, falling from the high platform.

Batu and Ziwenda, it is not easy to take down this white-haired monk, and now that the situation is undecided, he is afraid of changes and decides to make a move.

The three of them teamed up to take down this person as soon as possible, which was the right choice.

Seeing that Xiong Ba Tianxia was also going to join the war group, without any regard for face, Wu Youchao couldn't help but say, "Aren't you going?" ”

Wu Yan snorted coldly: "I'll go?" Did you go up and burn them all together? ”

The best art of attack is the sorcery such as fire, which is powerful and powerful, but it is not good at cooperating with people.

A blow of witchcraft can not distinguish between friend and foe.

Originally, I had nothing to do without distinguishing between enemies, and I could delay for a moment or two, but now Tang Luo was standing behind Wu Yan.

Wu Yan couldn't tell what the white-haired monk wanted to do, and if he annoyed him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, Wu Yan would rather watch here than make a move.

But she found a good excuse, but Wu Youchao couldn't force her, so she could only snort coldly.

As for the others, if they want to join the war group to do it, they are also cannon fodder, but it has no effect.

Not everyone can participate in the battle between the "witches".

Xiong Ba Tianxia fell to the ground, a sword was unsheathed behind him, and his body swept over the battle group quickly, leaving only an afterimage.

After standing still, he turned around and slashed another sword, which also swept past the warband, and then again.

Three times, the bear dominates the world to see when it stands.

There was a surge of anger in the battle group, and the two of them retreated, distancing themselves from the stand-in wooden man, and did not immediately attack.

The stand-in wooden man slowly raised his right arm, and the robe on it suddenly shattered, turning into a ball of flame in midair.

A red thread could be seen slowly emerging from the arm, expanding, and blood gushing out.

Moments later, his right arm snapped from the wound and fell to the ground, turning into a ball of flame and burning into a pile of ashes.

The blood at the fracture quickly stopped.

At the same time, the blade in Xiong Batianxia's hand shattered to the ground, leaving only a bare hilt.

Xiong Batianxia threw the hilt of his useless sword to the ground and drew a sword.

One sword for one arm, no matter how you look at it, it is a big profit for Kitahara.

However, the three witches joined forces, and they destroyed the sword that Xiong Ba Tianxia usually cherished his life to have this kind of result.

If this person does not appear here on such an occasion, who will be his opponent in another place?

White clothes and white hair, but like a shadow, it is like a shadow in everyone's hearts.

"Not bad."

Tang Luo complimented.

Wu Zhen's body was shocked, and he didn't know what this monk was praising him.

Is it praising Xiong for dominating the world?

"Your wooden figure is good, how many more, the poor monks want them all." Tang Luo looked at Wu Yan and said.