At this time, the sunset tribe was full of devastation.

Dozens of ninjas wearing the Libra clan emblem and the Sunset clan fought fiercely, all kinds of ninjutsu blew up the surrounding houses, the war raged and burned, and the screams came and went.

"Damn, what kind of monsters are they?!"

The Sunset Patriarch's brows trembled violently, and he saw that those Libra people seemed to be beasts that didn't know pain, and they were crazy with their hands, and even forced themselves to get close to the Sunset people at the cost of being seriously injured, and then threw the opponent to the ground and tore it with a big bite, biting off his throat and tearing off pieces of flesh and blood.

The Sunset people felt that they were fighting with a madman, and they had never seen such a bloody picture, and their hearts were cold, and their fighting spirit was directly weakened by half under the fear.

"Truly...... Do you dare to be distracted at this time? ”

A gloomy sneer sounded in his ears, and the Sunset Patriarch's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly raised the sword.

"Bang."

He shot backwards and flew out, knocking down a wooden house.

A tower-like middle-aged man stood in his original position, his right hand inflated exaggeratedly, and the black spell mark densely covered the surface of his skin.

"Our Sunset Clan and Libra have no grievances, why are they attacking us!"

The Sunset Patriarch walked out of the ruins, a bloody wound on his chest, and glared at the man and questioned.

The man licked the drops of blood from his fingertips and sneered: "If you want to blame, you can only be blamed for being weak, and the weak are born to die, and you are not to blame!" ”

The Sunset Patriarch was speechless for a while.

He could feel that the other party's mental state at the moment was extremely abnormal - it should be said that all the Libra people were mentally abnormal, they seemed to have completely lost their minds, and their minds were only left with the urge to kill bloodthirsty.

"We have already asked for help from the Thousand Hands Clan, and the Thousand Hands reinforcements will arrive soon, so it's too late for you to retreat now." The Sunset Patriarch tried to deter the other party.

The man was contemptuous: "What is a thousand hands?" I'll kill you too! ”

"I have mastered the power of immortals, and this time I came out, I want to kill all the ninja clans!"

As soon as the words fell, the man shot out like an arrow, and his swollen and thick arms slammed the Sunset Patriarch fiercely.

"Bang bang."

The Sunset Patriarch raised his sword and fought hard, the man's arm was harder than fine iron, and a series of sparks erupted when it collided with the sword.

"It's so strong!"

The Sunset Patriarch gritted his teeth, the opponent's strength and speed were strong and terrifying, he was not an opponent, the tiger's mouth was shattered after dozens of moves, and the whole palm was dripping with blood, plus he was already injured, it was even more difficult to support.

"Why haven't the reinforcements of a thousand hands arrived yet?"

He was almost desperate, and gradually could not resist the violent attack of the man, and the wails of his people who were dying resounded in his ears.

"Soul Scattering Iron Claw!"

Three blood rays lit up.

The sword in the Sunset Patriarch's hand snapped in response, and the whole person fell to the ground in a parabola, blood spilling.

"How can a mere mortal match the power of an immortal."

The man's face was full of pride, and he licked the blood from his fingers.

"That's the end of it."

He leaped high, his five sharp claws flashing with a deadly cold light, and only took the head of the Sunset Patriarch.

The Sunset Patriarch is extremely sad, is their Sunset Clan destined to be killed by this?

He closed his eyes as if resigned.

"Mu Dun, the art of the wooden dragon!"

At the last moment, the dawn of hope finally came.

The ground soil swelled, and a dragon of a large number of trees emerged, slamming into the man with a fierce force.

The man had to give up the killing of the Sunset Patriarch, turned around and tore at the wooden dragon with one claw.

"Boom!"

The wooden dragon broke into several pieces, and the man was also uncomfortable, and he was knocked into a ravine more than ten meters long on the ground.

"Young Master Pillar!"

The Sunset Patriarch was almost alive, and there were no words to describe his excitement, so he immediately turned his head and saw that Zhuma led nearly a hundred Thousand Hands Clan to join the battlefield.

"Reinforcements from a thousand hands are coming, and we are saved!"

"Thank you, Young Master Pillar, it's great!"

The Sunset Clan cheered excitedly, and at this moment, they were grateful to the Thousand Hands Clan from the bottom of their hearts, and the despair and sorrow were swept away.

Zhuma asked the clansmen to deal with the Libra people, and he himself flashed in front of the Sunset Patriarch and helped him up: "Sunset Patriarch, how are you injured?" ”

"I can't die, but I can't do it." The Sunset Patriarch said bitterly.

Seeing that he was indeed seriously injured, and there was only a line away from death, he said, "You go to the side to rest, and leave the rest to me." ”

"Young Master Zhujian, be careful, those Libra people are all crazy, and they don't have any reason at all."

Before being helped away by the clansmen, the Sunset Patriarch was grateful for a reminder.

Pillar nodded in understanding, and looked solemnly in the direction where the man was sent flying.

The Libra people attacked the attached ninja clan of the Thousand Hands for no reason, and this move seriously threatened the safety of the Thousand Hands Clan, and whether the Libras were crazy or not, they must be suppressed.

"Assert ......"

Strange laughter was heard.

Underground, Zhou Xuan secretly complained, according to the laws of online literature, villains who laugh like this usually don't live more than two chapters.

……

"It's good, someone came to die again."

"We, the Libra family, have been in retreat for thirty years, and the world is afraid that we have long forgotten our prestige......

A figure rose from the rubble and stepped out of the smoke.

The expression on the pillar changed, obviously surprised.

The man in front of him had a huge fleshy wing growing out of his back, the spell mark covering half of his body emitted a magma-like glow, his pupils were orange-yellow, and his arms were as large as adults, as if he had turned into a monster.

"Is he still human?"

The thought couldn't help but pop up between the pillars.

Then he saw that the man's flesh wings shook slightly, and the whole person drove a series of afterimages towards him.

"It's so fast!" Darkness among the pillars.

"Die!"

The man smirked, and with one claw pierced directly through the chest between the pillars, and was about to tear it in half, the "pillars" in front of him suddenly turned into a wooden statue.

"Wooden clone."

Although the man was in a state of immortal rage, he also recognized the means of the pillars, this was not a stand-in technique, and the other party's body was not here at all.

Casually shattered the wooden clone, and the man followed the chakra fluctuations to find the body between the pillars.

"Mu Dun, all the art of cloth bags."

Before he could find the pillars, he was exposed, and with a slap of his hands on the ground, hundreds of large wooden hands burst out of the ground, grabbed him with one hand, and quickly absorbed his chakra.

The man did not panic at all when he was restrained, and sneered: "A mere mortal, no matter how strong he is, how strong can he be?" It's ridiculous! ”

As he spoke, his fleshy wings trembled, and he immediately smashed the big wooden hand, and then swung his swollen claws to blow up the remaining wooden hands one by one, showing his invincible posture.

"He should be the patriarch of the Libra clan, he has never seen such a strange power."

Pillar guessed and thought, and continued to perform ninjutsu with his hands together:

"The Art of the Wooden Man!"