At the same time, the sound of "huh-huh-hh-" continued to sound like fingers playing the piano, and one finger arrow after another came like invisible sharp arrows, forcing Fang Ling and the two to resist with knives, and the sharp finger arrows contained thousands of catties of strength, shocking the two of them staggered backwards.

Song Ying'er issued silver needles in succession, slowing down the speed of the arrows while flying to dodge.

The missed arrows left egg-sized holes in the ground, and if they hit the flesh, they would leave even more terrible wounds.

Seeing that the perfect offensive of the three of them was easily crushed by Ao Deng, the three of Tuzhigen couldn't help laughing again, and then said to Tulan Motuo and the others: "Patriarchs, let's not be idle, let's start!"

Temuqi gritted his teeth and said, "Three great witches, why are you following the witch king like this?"

Tu Rigen grinned and said: "Patriarch Fei Tie has never heard a word, the winner is the king and the loser is Kou, once the Witch King becomes the new patriarch, the status of our shamanism will be above all the clans, even if the patriarch sees us, we can only kneel and worship." ”

Zabu also laughed, "But don't worry, because you don't have a chance to see that kind of scene." ”

Chahan Helei roared angrily: "Damn, it turns out that they are all raccoon dogs, even if the old man dies, he must pull you back!" He roared and rushed forward with a sledgehammer.

"Just you?" Uzhta snorted coldly, and rushed forward, measuring out a poison blade from his sleeve robe, blocking the sledgehammer.

"Kill!" Tulan Motuo burst out of his mouth with a word, and jumped up, Tiemuqi and the others were not far behind, picked up their weapons and rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, everyone was scuffled together, and the killing was inseparable.

The Shaman Witch King held the invincible golden sword with a gloomy face, and the boiling true qi shrouded the rest of the place like an entity, competing with the golden light of the remnant of the Tuji Khan, and the power of the remnant consciousness was not only a simple spiritual power, but also an entity-like attack power.

However, the loss of thousands of years has greatly weakened the ability that the remnant consciousness should have, and the shaman witch king has tried to suppress it with his cultivation and ambition to conquer the world.

On the other side, the three of Fang Ling have fallen into a bitter battle, Ao Deng's terrible is difficult to describe in words, this guy is as fast as a ghost, steady as Mount Tai, infinitely powerful, and has a keen fighting instinct, with a wave of his hand, it is enough to shock everyone back a few feet, if it creates an opportunity to get close to it, this guy will perform a killing move that is difficult to break through, forcing people to retreat.

The battle lasted only a few snaps of his fingers, and Lu Bei had a long blood mark on his shoulder, and Fang Ling was also slashed with a palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The internal injuries intensified, and the strength exerted by Fang Ling was not as good as in his heyday, he glanced at Tulan Motuo and the others, several of them had been completely suppressed by Tu Rigen and others, and he was afraid that if he didn't have a pillar of incense, he would show his defeat, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to kill Ao Deng when they all died.

The strength of the Qi Realm cultivators, Fang Ling couldn't understand it very well, the last time he fought against Han Daxian, even with the help of Xiao Mink, he fought so hard, if he couldn't recruit Xiao Mink to help, he could only rely on Lu Bei and Song Ying'er to contain one after another, but this kind of containment basically had no effect on Ao Deng.