"It's not good, it's going to suffer!"

Chen Che's heart tightened, and almost instinctively ran the Immortal Gu Forsythia footwork, supported the ground with a knife, exerted the strength of breastfeeding, and quickly dodged and shook his body.

Brush ~ Brush ~

Two quenching short arrows slashed through Chen Che's squeaky socket and the clothes on his waist one after another, and they were only a little short of being able to get into the skin.

It's dangerous.

Cold sweat oozed from Chen Che's forehead, he turned around quickly, and finally saw the owner of the short arrow.

It was two barbarians with gray and white scarves on their heads.

One is tall and thin, called Nian Dalang, and the other is short and stout, called Nian Shilang.

Both of them are fierce-looking, and their faces are painted with colorful ornaments, like tattoos in the original version.

It is worth noting.

In the hands of the two barbarians, they both held a small blowgun.

This is an extremely primitive hunting tool.

First take the heart of a foot and a half long, cut it in half, make a ditch in the middle, then re-tie it with thin vines, then put it into the ditch with fine sand taken from the river, and pull it in it with a slender rope or stick until the inside is polished smooth.

When used, a strong blow on the mouth can blow the short arrow filled inside to the body of the prey, relying on the venom quenched by the arrow to cause fatal damage.

"If you can catch and kill this Han dog, Lord Nian Wolf will definitely reward you!"

The two brothers, Nian Dalang and Nian Shiro, glanced at each other invariably, and they both saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

Subsequently, the two barbarians shouted out the slogan that Xiongximan had been propagating for many years:

"The barbarian god is on top, kill the Han dog, and protect the Xiongxi!"

roared angrily, as the elder brother, the elder man took the first step, dropped the blowgun, and pounced like a wind under his feet.

In his hand, he held a mace, covered with a layer of iron skin, and inlaid with dozens of beast teeth, which looked vicious.

And the short and sturdy barbarian brother behind him, Nian Shiro, took out a second quenched short arrow from the wooden barrel he carried with him and quickly loaded it.

The situation is critical!

Chen Che never took half a step back, motionless like a mountain, and slashed in front of him.

Faintly, there is a deep momentum that is difficult to tell.

Tianshan town guard.

The moment the mace swung violently.

Chen Che's expression was calm, holding the mountain splitting knife, and only slightly adjusted the position, and successfully blocked this powerful blow.

Subsequently.

He used the tremendous kinetic energy brought by the mace, starting with the knife, turning to the wrist, down the shoulder, the arm, the lower waist, and finally, pouring into the vast earth.

In fact, the "Tianshan Town Guard" seems to be a simple and ordinary move, but it is actually mysterious and profound.

The principle is to pour the enemy's striking force on the ground.

It also corresponds to the careful teaching of Wang Baisheng in the past:

"Power is born on the ground, and dominates the waist, over the shoulders and arms, and into the wrists and fingers......"

Vaguely, Chen Che seemed to have grasped the mystery of "Zhenshan First Style: Tianshan Town Guard", and he was only a little short of being able to step into the proficient level.

bang

Bang.

Bang!

Nian Dalang blushed, and swung three sticks in succession, but it was like bombarding the mountain rocks, and it had no effect.

And the mace is a relatively heavy weapon, just like Cheng Biting Jin's three-plate axe, once it fails to kill the enemy in a short time, it is a time when the strength is weakened and the enemy counterattacks.

"Good Opportunity~"

A fierce light flashed in Chen Che's eyes, and he did not hesitate to visualize the picture of the snow-capped mountains suddenly being hit by a meteorite.

Turn stillness into movement.

Rumble!

If thousands of snow collapsed violently, the turbulent momentum swept away, and a domineering long knife slashed at the tall and thin barbarians.

- Have you ever seen a snow drifter?

This moment.

Nian Dalang, who was originally going to defend, was suddenly stunned by the terrifying momentum of the avalanche.

The action of blocking was also slowed down by half a beat.

"This Han dog is not weak!"

Nian Shilang, a short and fat barbarian who had just loaded the quenched poison arrow, had just inhaled air in his lungs, and was about to blow it up, but suddenly saw the scene of Chen Che waving out the "snow burial world".

In addition to being horrified, I also realized with trepidation:

Such a terrifying sword momentum, if it were replaced by himself, I am afraid that he would be killed on the spot.

And Nian Dalang himself is not much better, he has endured a complete "snow burial in the world" head-on, his tiger mouth is numb, and his body is crumbling.

The next moment.

Chen Che did not hesitate to use his current strongest means, shepherding, and his heart beat in tune with the young eagle.

The heartbeat is like a ten hammer drums.

The sound was heavy, like the roar of an imperial engine.

The blood around the body is boiling rapidly, and the heat wave sweeps through the lower limbs, which is similar to the "third level of martial arts: blood bravery".

Instantly.

Chen Che's blood was boiling, and there was no fear in his heart, and the fairy girl forsythia under his feet moved and flickered, moving his body quickly, and came to the side of the tall and thin barbarian.

The next moment.

He pinched his five fingers, held the knife and cut it out, and accurately slashed through Nian Dalang's neck.

Blood gushed out like a spring and spilled all over the ground.

The qi veins were blocked by blood, and Nian Dalang knew that his death was coming, and his eyes revealed almost extreme madness:

"You're going to die, too!"

The mace was like a landslide, the force was heavy, and it smashed towards Chen Che's eyebrow bone.

If it is smashed this time, even if he does not die, he will be crippled, blind, and disfigured.

And at this time.

Nian Shiro, a short and fat barbarian, also took a deep breath and blew sharply at the blowgun.

The quenching short arrow rushed out of the hole and shot quickly at Chen Che's back.

One stick and one arrow, showing a two-sided attack.

A moment of life and death.

Chen Che made a decisive choice, the sword was in front of him, turned to stillness, and called out to the young eagle in his heart.

However.

Surprisingly.

The citrus treasure tree, which was originally squatting on the ground and trembling, saw that the human who had helped him was in danger, and he plucked up his courage, and his body moved, and his wooden arm stretched forward heavily, easily blocking the bombardment of the mace.

In fact.

Compared with the tangled arms of dozens of branches, the mace is as worthless as chopsticks.

And the quenched short arrows......

"Phew-"

The Eagle flew down, and its claws reached down, catching the venomous arrow that had just been blown.

The corners of Chen Che's mouth twitched, and he secretly complained:

"Before I could make a move, was the crisis resolved?"

"Aquila?"

Nian Shiro was stunned for a moment, and then stared at the young eagle, his expression changed suddenly.

Horror and anger came to my heart:

"The Sky Eagle is one of the three great protector spirit beasts of the barbarian gods, how could it be raised by a lowly Han man?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

In the teachings of the Barbarian God Cult, the Sky Eagle is the protector of the barbarian gods, proud by nature, and has never been domesticated by the Han people.

The moment Shiro saw the young eagle, many emotions such as betrayal, loss, panic, and anger suddenly appeared in his heart, and for a while, he was stunned in place.

It wasn't until Nian Dalang's body fell backwards and the heavy sound of falling to the ground that Nian Shiro, who was originally stunned, woke up, or maybe he fell into a more crazy state.

"It's fake, it's all fake."

"My brother is not dead, and you must not be a Skyhawk, just a fake made by a Han dog."

Nian Shiro's face was full of disbelief and roared angrily.

He quickly drew his long knife from his waist and slashed at the young eagle like a madman:

"Die!"