"Gululu!" The corpse of a strong man of the Wu clan rolled down the bamboo ladder and lay in front of the bed, blood seeping out of the vest and dripping to the ground.

"Little Liu!Lao Ma!Ergouzi!Big Horn!" Ba Heng rolled down from the bed, exclaimed the name of the clansman, and spilled more than half of the wine barrel in his hand. He went to touch the scimitar hanging on the wall, but the strength of the wine was so strong that his body was so weak that he couldn't even grasp the handle of the knife.

Something happened! First Zhi Hunt really soaked his urine and came down, and then the others came to him to settle accounts, one after another, and no one was seen. In the end, even Babai, who had not been touched by a drop of wine, ran up and turned into a corpse and fell. Ba Heng tried his best to hold the steel knife and dragged it to his thigh, the blade cut through the flesh, and there was a blood-spattered pain, and the wine suddenly woke up more than half.

Escape! Flee first! No matter which troublemaker he is, his uncle will definitely not be able to spare him! Ba Heng staggered and rushed out of the door.

"Bones!" A thin figure rolled down from the bamboo ladder, his clothes were bloody, his sideburns were scattered, and he was really a hunter!

Ba Heng's feet stepped out of the threshold and couldn't help but stop.

"Yes...... There is a ......" Zhi Hunt Zhen's eyes were scattered, and his breath was like a gossamer, and he stretched out his blood-stained hand to Ba Heng, "Yes......"

"What, what's going on?" Ba Heng hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask. If he didn't understand anything, he called for help, for fear that he would be scolded by Barre.

Zhi Hunt Zhen said something vaguely, Ba Heng saw that there was no movement above, gritted his teeth and ran back, grabbed Zhi Hunt Zhen, and roared: "Say it quickly! You turtle son, what the hell is going on?"

"Yes—" Shin Chikari's lips twitched, and he pressed his ears together to get closer to the other's mouth. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain came from the corner of his forehead, and a dagger was plunged into his temple, and blood spilled silently.

Ba Heng roared wildly, raised his head suddenly, Zhi Jia Zhen slowly let go of the dagger, and looked at him calmly: "It's me who says hello to you for Ba Wolf." This wolfskin jacket, you've been wearing it for too long. ”

Ba Heng's eyes were cracked, and he struggled to raise the knife. Zhi Hunt Zhen looked at him indifferently, motionless. "Bang!" the steel knife slipped weakly to the ground, and Ba fell to the ground in a desperate manner.

Zhikari took a breath and climbed up the sentry post. The corpses are scattered all around, and below the cliff, Ma Hua is approaching quickly along the sheep intestine path, and he can climb to the top of the cliff in about a stick of incense.

Zhikajin dragged the corpses of his people down and buried them under the cypress trees on the cliff along with the two of them. Then, he bit his finger and drew an ancient talisman on the burial site. Blood seeped into the loess, and the witch rune flashed a strange red light and disappeared.

At the same time, the terraced fields, pigsties, thatched pits, bamboo forests and other places of the cottage each flashed a faint red light. After a while, the eastern slope of the witch festival's residence was cloudy, the rocks shook, and the pile of rocks emitted a strange humming sound.

"Huh?" Wu Qiqi felt something in his heart and pushed the door out. The craggy mountain stone statues on all sides are monsters that have awakened from their slumber, trembling endlessly, emitting invisible ripples that stir each other and spread to the entire cottage.

"This—is this the Eight Array Diagram?" Zhi Yu was shocked, unable to believe his eyes. Flickering lights flashed on the surface of the rock group, circulating and colluding, converging into a mysterious formation texture.

Farther away, the flames leaped and spread rapidly. Countless bamboo buildings and forests fell into the sea of fire, burning and collapsing. The cries of women and children, the running of the clansmen, and the neighing of cattle and sheep came and went.

"What's the matter, fire or ......" Zhi Yu became more and more frightened, rubbing his hands dryly for a moment and not knowing what to do.

"Stupid, it's clear that someone has activated the formation here. Wu Qi stared at the pile of rocks with a grim gaze, "Didn't you tell me that this pile of stones is useless and useless?

Zhi You was at a loss for a while: "Impossible, the Eight Array Diagram has long been lost." Could it be that Barre is a ghost? Or is it Prince Joe? But he is an outsider, even if he has the means to the sky, he can't control the witch array, and this must have the blood of the witch clan. ”

Wu Qisenran said: "Looking at the distribution of the fire in the village, the level is orderly, and it is clear that someone deliberately set the fire, and it was activated with the eight arrays. You fool, you've been kept in the dark, and the water in this little village is much deeper than you think. ”

Zhi You was stunned for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed: "I know! The strange things that have happened in the village in the past two years must have been done by them! Ma Hua's death has nothing to do with them!" He couldn't suppress the look of horror on his face, and muttered, "Who are they, and what are they going to do?" Listening to the old witch priest in the past, the eight arrays together, the entire cottage will be completely closed, and you can only enter and not leave. Noble Mr. Wuqi, what should we do now?"

Wu Qi stood silent, and his black robe was blown away by the wind, like dark clouds rolling in the night sky. After a long time, a sharp sneer oozed from the corner of his mouth: "We don't have to do anything, just wait here, they will come to the door." ”

"Bang!"

The last horse-shaped double-claw buckle rock, jumped a few feet, fell heavily on the top of the cliff, and shook the sand and gravel splash.

The total number of one hundred Mahua squads all climbed the cliff, dressed in rattan armor, with a murderous spirit, and quickly integrated into ten groups of battle formations.

A group of horses surrounded the sentry tower and pounced. "Crackling!" the watchtower fell apart and collapsed, and the walls of the slabs flew one after another, stirring up a cloud of dust and smoke.

"Leader Sun Hu, there is no one inside, but there are fresh blood stains. A white-haired Ma Huayu reported.

Sun Hu has a rugged face, a protruding forehead and a wide mouth, a strong body with muscles up to ten feet high, and the back of his neck and the back of his hands are densely covered with yellow and shaggy hair. He swept his gaze around, throwing it in the direction of the fire in the stockade, and his yellow pupils flashed with a fierce light.

"Leader Sun Hu, do you want to check it out first before you do it?" Ma Hua, who had white hair on his cheeks, hesitated, "This is a bit wrong, it seems that someone deliberately lured us over." But the village caught fire again at this moment, in case someone has bad intentions ......."

"No matter how many of them, what tricks can be played in a small village?" Sun Hu waved his arm and couldn't help but say, "According to the old rules, the men will be killed, and the women will be raped first and then killed!"

"But......" Before the white-haired Mahua could be said again, Sun Hu glared at him viciously: "Whoever dares to touch our Mahua will have to pay with blood! This is the iron law of the Mahua clan's rampant wilderness!"

He pulled out the flaming copper stick that was obliquely inserted behind his back, and pointed at the stockade from afar: "Little people, wash the stockade in blood today, kill it happily!"

Ma Hua roared in unison, and hundreds of people gathered into a triangular rushing formation, like a mountain torrent, swooping away. Sun Hu was pressed at the end of the formation, his scorching gaze was like a substantial beam of light, sweeping back and forth along the way. Doesn't he know that there is something strange about this? But how can the killing excuse that is sent to the door be pushed away in vain? Ma Huawu Dao is on the road of body refining, and body refining requires a lot of resources, and burning, killing, and looting is the fastest way.

Flying sand and rocks, strange roars and shaking wood, horses carry rolling dust, and approach the center of the cottage at an astonishing high speed. The Wu people were busy fighting fires everywhere, and were run over by the angry tide of horses, and the flesh was scattered on the spot, blood and water splattered, and they didn't even have time to scream.

"Mahua!" On the stilted stairs in the distance, Barre stood in front of the window, and his heart sank suddenly.

Fengyu's face changed slightly: "The nobles got into trouble with Mahua?"

"Brother Fengyu, I can't figure out what's going on. But I know that Ma Hua is brutal and has never left a living mouth, so I am afraid of affecting the brothers of the wind media. Barre gave him a cold look. The village caught fire, Ma Hua came out of the back mountain again, and most of the people in the clan had internal ghosts.

Fengyu hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe there is some misunderstanding between the nobles and Ma Hua, you might as well explain it clearly, so as to avoid the misery of life." ”

"Poof!" In a hurry, a wind medium couldn't dodge, and his chest was dug open by Ma Hua. Ma Hua grabbed out his steaming heart and stuffed it into his big mouth, chewing it so much that it squeaked, and blood flowed down the corners of his hairy mouth.

Fengyu clenched her fingers, and her face showed a look of grief. Barre's face was expressionless: "Ma Hua has always been arrogant, how can he listen to someone explain?" He was secretly frightened, this group of Ma Hua was fierce in battle and skilled in killing, and it was not something that the clan could resist at all. As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little withdrawn.

"Whoosh-" The sharp wind howled, and a white light shot out from the depths of the trees, as fast as lightning, and suddenly pierced through a horse's throat. The white light was inexhaustible, driving Ma Hua to go straight forward for a few feet, and inserted it into the ground, which was a steel knife that shook endlessly.

Ma Hua screamed violently, like a mad tiger, and the fight became more and more fierce. Barre and Fengyu changed color in unison, killing Ma Hua, and the two sides had no room for maneuver. Barre glanced at the bushes unwillingly, let out a long whistle, and jumped out of the building.

"Lord Wuwu is here!" "Kill these turtle sons!" "Fuck the guys, fight with them!" The clansmen shouted again and again, gradually stabilized the chaos, and grabbed the steel knife to fight back. A group of wind media also gathered together, jumped on the antelope lizard, and started a fight.

"Kill!" Barry roared into the air, spurting out a fist, and the rapid gushing turbidity was like a boulder catapulting, smashing into the sharp corners of the Mahua battle array. The two horse-shaped mouths at the very front spurted blood, crashed out, and broke one piece of arm bone and ribs.

Barre frowned slightly, this punch was full of turbidity, and he struck angrily. Who expected that the horse would not die if he was injured, and the strength of his skin, flesh and bones far exceeded that of ordinary people.

An ape-like cry rose into the air, and a huge shadow sprang out from the tail of the horse's formation, forcibly intercepting Barre before he could land.

"Bang Bang!" A series of leg shadows flew up, the momentum sank, like a dragon, kicking Barre upside down, tired of parrying, and there was no chance to fight back.

"Shadowless legs. Fengyu stared at the battle, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes. Ma Hua has a strong force, and he will be repaid. If the wind media completely turns against them, the future business will be wild, and I don't know how many innocent clansmen will die. He didn't care about his own life or death, but he cared about the safety of other wind media caravans.

In mid-air, Sun Hu's legs kicked and beat in a row, kicking, teasing, sweeping, and hooking, endlessly. Every time Barre blocked, he was skillfully borrowed, and he was ready to leap again. And every kick he kicked was sharp and turbid, kicking Barre into the air again and again, unable to return to the ground.

Seeing that it was not good, Barre was ruthless, his arms suddenly wrapped, like hugging the moon, clamping Sun Hu's left leg to swept, and letting the other leg continue to step on his shoulder. "Break me!" Barre was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his arms were exerting force to break the other man's legs.

"Bang!" Barre ate more than ten feet, his internal organs concussed violently, and his shoulders were swollen high. But Sun Hu was also firmly locked by him, unable to move, and both sides fell down at the same time.

The moment the soles of his feet touched the ground, Barre's back arched and he slammed Sun Hu's left leg, and the creaking sound of bones twisting was clearly audible. Suddenly, Sun Hu's arm suddenly lengthened, and he went around his crotch in an extremely abnormal posture and accurately hit Barre's chin.

"Bang!" Barre fell, spitting blood, and rolled on the ground for more than ten feet.

"Arm fist!" the wind sighed, and the cloak puffed up like a sail, like a floating cloud floating towards the battlefield.