Yu Qingxie's words are arrogant enough, and he also has arrogant capital, in today's world, how many people can you find with him?

But having said that, Wang Xiaolai still agreed with Toto's statement.

It's not that I don't believe in Yu Qingxi's ability, I just want to find Hongxiang as soon as possible.

That night, without the knowledge of 100,000 troops, the commander Wang Xiaolai disappeared.

It is in the mouth of the local people, in the cannibalistic mountains and forests.

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"Oh, ×&%¥@"

“￥＆）…… ％”

The two gnome imps held wooden sticks and stone tools in their hands, and they both roared at each other loudly.

Hongxiang was tied to a fire frame by the vines, and trembled as she watched the two little ghosts make noise.

Around her, at a glance, countless and endless little ghosts stood in place, their eyes glowing with a faint penetrating light.

Along with Hongxiang, there were more than a dozen Sui Yang soldiers who were captured alive, but these people were all roasted on the fire.

In such a strange environment, Hongxiang, who was naturally timid and cowardly, kept swinging, and her whole body was almost soaked with cold sweat.

"Wow~~~"

At this moment, one of the two imps had an angry look on his comical face, and he grabbed the stick in one hand and hammered it on his chest with the other, and suddenly, he grabbed the stick and smashed it into his companion's head.

There was a loud bang, and the wooden stick it was holding snapped, and the companion who had been hit by it shook his body, and then screamed, and the stone lifter returned fire.

The two imps pinched up like this.

When Hongxiang was surprised, in the valley, the dense little ghosts saw this situation, and instead of stopping it, on the contrary, they all shouted and laughed.

But their laughter was so harsh that it looked like a crow was laughing.

With the coaxing of these little ghosts, the two fighting little ghosts were even more excited.

Between the starts, it is also a trick to see blood.

In a few moments, a little ghost fell to the ground, and his head was smashed with green blood.

The victorious imp was not happy either, his eyes were blinded, and half of his long ears were torn off.

The victorious imp hammered his chest with both hands, as if he wanted his companions to show off his fighting power.

It shouted for a while, grabbed the corpse of its comrade who had been killed by itself, threw it into the fire, and then, under the trembling gaze of Hongxiang, walked up to Hongxiang.

Stared at by it, Hongxiang's heart instantly felt a chill.

Everybody has to be like this, you think, you're stared at by a breed you've never seen before, and it's the same way you look at food, can you not panic?

With a few roars, the little ghost reached out and pulled Hongxiang's sleeve, and with a bang, Hongxiang's sleeve was torn off, revealing a jade lotus-like arm.

The little ghost completely ignored Hongxiang's screaming, grabbed Hongxiang's arm, and opened his mouth to gnaw.

At this time, there was a commotion behind him, and the little ghost stopped his movements, turned his head to look, and saw that the corpse of his companion who had been thrown into the fire by it earlier was being coaxed by other little ghosts in the valley.

At that time, the little ghost was annoyed and shouted: "×&¥!! ”

It threw away the red incense, strode back, kicked the imp who had snatched the corpse of his companion to the side, and then grabbed the corpse of the companion he had just killed in front of his companions in the valley, put it in his mouth and gnawed it, and then looked at his companions with a defiant face.

Gazed at by its vicious gaze, all the imps were stunned, and lowered their heads and kept silent.

Hongxiang vomited at that time.

If these imps are just cannibalistic imps, Hongxiang is only afraid of being eaten.

But the truth is, these little ghosts even eat their own companions, which is simply disgusting.

The victorious imp was still showing off his might, grabbing the corpse of his companion and gnawing it down.

All of its companions, whom it saw, did not dare to look directly at it.

The little ghost screamed with a happy expression on his face.

It's just that its laughter hasn't finished yet, and suddenly, a cold light flies by in mid-air, and it passes by in an instant.

Scold~~~

There was a sword roar, and on the ground, an extra sword appeared.

It is obliquely inserted into the ground, and it is half a foot deep when it sinks into the ground.

On the blood trough of the sword body, there was occasionally a trace of green blood.

All the imps were frightened by this situation, and looked blankly at the sword stuck in the ground, and even a few of the bold ones came up and touched the sword with their hands.

However, before they could get close to the sword, the imp who had won the previous battle made a few strange noises, and then, with its head on its neck, fell from its body in a swaying manner.

Only one body was still standing, and when the wind blew, he fell to the ground.

“…… ＃×（）＠！！！ ”

When the imps saw this, they all howled constantly, and with their intelligence, they didn't know what was going on.

There is only Hongxiang who recognizes the owner of the sword.

That's his father who doesn't admit it, Jian Xian, Li Baiyi's sword, three slashes.

Like a signal, the three slashes let out a humming dragon roar, followed by a sword blade in the sky.

The number of those swords is not at all, and if you estimate it roughly, I am afraid that there will be no less than three or four thousand.

With the sound of the three slashes, the swords fell from the sky one after another like homing missiles, and each sword passed through the imps' chests with unmistakable accuracy.

In a few breaths, in the valley, more than eighty percent of the imps who were killed by the flying sword pierced through the chest were killed or wounded.

"Red incense! Red incense! ”

At this moment, a familiar voice was heard in her ears, and Hongxiang turned her head excitedly when she heard the voice: "Childe, I'm here." ”

Outside the mountains and forests, Wang Xiaolai straddled the angry fire-eating beast, and his huge body carried Wang Xiaolai and ran wildly.

Anyone who dared to stand in front of the fire-eater was slapped into a green cake by the grumpy fire-eater.

Wang Xiaolai caught up with him, turned over and got off the fire-eating beast, raised his sword with a bang, and fell in a few moves, cutting off the vines bound with red incense one by one.

Without the clamp of the tree vine, Hongxiang's body finally weakened, and she fell to the ground, and was quickly picked up in her arms by Wang Xiaolai.

"Girl, are you alright?" Wang Xiaolai hugged Hongxiang tightly and asked with concern.

Hongxiang just raised a forced smile, looked up and muttered: "Gong, Gongzi, those little ghosts, not only these, but also in the caves around the valley, there are many more. ”

After speaking, Hongxiang fell directly into a coma.

Wang Xiaolai raised his head and shouted: "Old Sword Immortal, Old Yu, did you hear it, there are still many of these little ghosts." ”

Li Baiyi was furious, and with a slap of the sword box behind him, ten thousand swords came out together, and they flew towards the cave in the valley.

Bursts of wailing and slaughter, countless bursts of green blood flowed out of the holes.

Compared with Li Baiyi, Yu Qingxie is much easier, he holds his arms, and he doesn't take out his hand at all.

It's not that Yu Qingxie is competing, but he thinks that with this kind of ant-like thing, there is no need to let himself take action.

Finally, under the slaughter of Li Baiyi, these little ghosts with bad brains knew that it was useless to hide in the hole, so they swarmed out and wanted to run out.

It's just that under the sword grid killed by Li Baiyi, it is difficult for a few to escape.

Even if he escaped, he was taken by Toto, who was waiting outside, with the three barbarian tribesmen, one by one, and waved them into meat puree.

The valley that Wang Xiaolai found when the sky was bright was in the middle, that is, in half an hour, forty or fifty thousand imps died under Li Baiyi's sword alone.

Flying to the ground, Li Baiyi's face was a little pale and weak, he staggered to Wang Xiaolai's side, glanced at Hongxiang, his eyebrows were full of excitement and nervousness: "Laugh, Xiaojun, is she okay?" ”

Wang Xiaolai nodded: "It's just that I'm frightened, the old sword immortal can rest assured." ”

When Li Baiyi heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As he spoke, he raised his hand, a flying sword in his hand, and flew towards the pile of imp corpses.

When the sword flew out, there was a howl in the pile of little ghost corpses, and after that, a little ghost ran out, his legs shook like the wind, trying to dodge Li Baiyi's killing sword.

At this moment, a white light fell in the air, knocking Li Baiyi's sword aside.

Seeing this, Tianshang Yuqing pursed his lips disdainfully: "The nosy guy is here again." ”

When the words fell, Yu Qingxie looked up and saw that Yuluo City, who looked exactly like himself, but was always dressed in white, walked step by step from the air to the top of the valley.