"Kill, kill, kill!" Sun Hu was furious, fierce, and jumped across the air for several feet, and went straight to Barre.

The surrounding horses roared wildly, and the sound of killing shook the sky for a while, and the violent turbidity continued to rise, converging into a stormy wave, which shocked everyone in the Wu clan, and their hands and feet were weak.

Seeing Sun Hu approaching, his fist was only a few feet away from Barre, and a cloak seemed to hang down from the sky, suddenly blocking Sun Hu. The cloak shook and trembled, giving birth to layers of wind walls, unloading Sun Hu's heavy fist strength.

"This Ma Hua friend has something to say. The cloak turned, and it draped behind Fengyu in an uproar. He hesitated slightly, squeezed out a smile on his face, arched his hand to Sun Hu, and gave a horse-like greeting.

Sun Hu glanced at the other party, put away his fist, and his eyes flashed: "What do you want to say?"

Fengyu gave his hand again: "As the saying goes, harmony is precious." I don't know where this village offended Ma Hua's friends? I am willing to be a peacemaker......" Before he finished speaking, a fire gushed in front of him, and the wind suddenly caught him off guard, barely leaning his body slightly to the side, flashing to the side.

A flame grazed his waist, and then a heavy hard object whistled and slammed into his knee, sending the wind flying out, his face pale and his patella shattered into slag.

"Just a wind medium, you also want to set up our horse-shaped beams, are you worthy?" Sun Hu smirked and spat out, the flaming red copper rod in his hand swallowed the flames and spun rapidly. This wind medium is stupid enough, he has a martial arts cultivation of refining qi and returning to the gods, but he talks nonsense a lot, so that he was attacked by himself. Otherwise, you'll have to work hard.

The wind media in the distance shouted angrily, urging the antelope lizard to fight back. They still had room to fight before, but now they are all red-eyed and try their best to kill.

A wind medium poured a large tube of strong oil on his head, and his stomach bulged high. He opened his mouth and squirted, and a thick flame roared out. A horse was sprayed squarely, turned into a raging fire man, and ran away screaming. The flames spread to the other horses, and the vine armor that was draped burned at the touch, rolling on the ground in pain......

A wind medium deftly burrowed into the belly of the antelope lizard, dodged Ma Hua's fist, shook his hands, and colored balls shot out all over the sky. "Bang-bang-bang!" The balls collided and exploded with each other, and countless sharp needles burst out of the balls, splashing in all directions like a torrential rain. Ma Hua screamed again and again, waving his arms wildly, and his eyes were full of dense needle......

Some wind media shook their cloaks, raising patches of thick smoke and fog, enveloping all directions. Ma Hua's eyes were difficult to distinguish, he was smoked by the smoke, and he couldn't stop crying and coughing. Suddenly, there was a cramping pain in his lower abdomen, and he was pierced by an iron thorn and stumbled to the ground......

"Change formation!" Sun Hu roared sharply, and the flaming red copper rod was raised high. Ma Hua Huo Ran spread out, from a triangular rushing formation to a long snake formation, the long snake swam flexibly, head to tail correspondingly, back and forth between the Wu clan and the wind medium, forcing the wind medium to be unable to carry out a wide range of attacks and kills, and had to fight in close quarters.

Sun Hu's flaming copper rod swung his hand and smashed into Fengyu. The cloak of wind whispers undulating, driving the body to flutter back and forth, avoiding the stick attack. Sun Hu sneered, and the flaming red copper rod rotated like a wheel, and the strong qi soared out, connecting into a huge whirlpool of qi wheels, enveloping the wind whisper. Rao is other party's body is erratic, and he can't help but gradually lag, plus his knees are shattered, and his movements are becoming more and more clumsy.

"Whew-" The tip of the flaming copper rod spewed out a large canopy of flames again. This fire is quenched by the inflammation of the earth's mother, the color is blue, and the scorching is pure. Wherever the flames passed, the air seemed to ripple like water, making a "sizzle" evaporating sound.

Fengyu's heart sank, and he unfolded his cloak with all his strength, setting off a monstrous wind. The wind blew the flames, the fire reversed, and the reverse Sun Hu rolled up.

A hint of mockery flashed in Sun Hu's eyes, and he didn't dodge or dodge, he rushed up and swung his stick and slashed. "Go!" As Sun Hu roared, the runes engraved on the flaming red copper stick flashed, like a long dragon drawing water, absorbing all the flames.

With a "whoosh", the stick struck the cloak, and the cloak burned instantly. Fengyu's expression changed sharply, and the swift wind puffed out from all over his body, blowing away the spreading flames, and at the same time, with the help of the wind, his body flew backwards.

Sun Hu had already approached with a vertical jump, and the long stick shook his hand and smashed it in front of Fengyu, forcing him to take shape. Sun Hu took advantage of the situation to stretch out his arm for a few feet and clasped Fengyu's back. "Click!" several vertebrae were snapped, and blood gushed out.

"Come back to us obediently!" Sun Hu slammed his strength, and the fierce turbidity qi in his body rushed towards Fengyu's internal organs along his five fingers. The wind snorted in pain, and blood spurted wildly.

"Boom!" A fist carried a rumbling thunder sound, and suddenly, it went straight to Sun Hu's waist and ribs. It was just when Sun Hu's moves were old, and his five fingers were restrained by the wind.

"It's a good time!" Sun Hu roared, his left fist came first, and he met it fiercely. "Boom boom boom-" dazzlingly, the two fists struck again and again, with hard and hard, with ruthlessness, like two fierce prehistoric beasts colliding against their foreheads, and the violent turbidity was stirred, setting off a frenzied wave of qi.

"Boom!" the fists slammed into each other violently, and the air burst with a loud sound that cracked through the clouds. Barre stumbled back, his expression gloomy, and he finally managed to stand still, a mouthful of blood spurting out of his throat. He endured for a long time, seized the opportunity to fight hard, but was still repelled by Sun Hu's domineering power, and his injuries were worse.

At the same time, a gust of wind rushed out of Fengyu's body, spinning out countless air currents, breaking free of Sun Hu's five fingers. "Snort" iron hook-like fingertips slid all the way from the wind vest, tearing out five bloody wounds. Sun Hu stretched out his leg and hooked, and the flaming red copper rod flew back upside down, and the tip of the stick swept the stroke on his shoulder, hitting him and throwing him out, and a series of blood was thrown in the air.

The flaming copper rod then swiped, spinning in a perfect arc and encircling Barre. Barre barely resisted a few moves and kept retreating. Suddenly, a leg was as fast as lightning, piercing out of the shadow of the dense stick, and kicked Barre in the lower abdomen.

"Wow!" Barre's blood spurted wildly, flying out like a crumbling stone and slamming to the ground.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Sun Hu roared wantonly, and the flaming red copper rod flew out, piercing the chest of a wind medium in the distance.

Ma Hua has stabilized his position and has the upper hand. They have been on the battlefield for a long time and are proficient in killing, which is far from being comparable to the Wu clan and the wind medium. The battle array of long snakes is constantly changing, sometimes gathering and sometimes scattering, sometimes advancing in unison, sometimes surrounding in a circle, killing the opponent's flesh and blood, wailing all over the field.

When Sun Hu rushed into the battlefield, he suddenly entered the flock like a tiger, and he was invincible. One by one, the wind media splashed blood and fell, or the chest, lower abdomen or head, all of them were pierced through the big hole by the fierce fists, and there was no enemy.

"The blood is gone. Wang Ziqiao stood beside a shriveled corpse of the Witch Clan, crouching down, his fingers rubbing the dry, blackened dirt of the ground. The figure next to him jumped and flickered, but they turned a blind eye to him, heard and heard, as if he were just an empty phantom.

"This is—" Prince Qiao frowned in thought, his spiritual power radiating outward like a spread cobweb. As soon as anyone touches it, their minds are distorted, and even if their eyes see him, they can't reach their minds.

"Could it be ——?" Wang Ziqiao raised his head and looked in all directions. Whether it is the Wu Clan, the Wind Medium or the Mahua, once injured, the blood spilled disappears in an instant. It seems that the whole land has turned into a wriggling greedy mouth, devouring blood, and there is not a drop left.

"The blood sacrifice thing has to be done by the living. ”

"Does it have to be alive?"

"It must be alive, this is the rule of the ancestors. ”

Suddenly, the conversation between him and Barre at the altar was like a lightning bolt that lit up his heart. "It's a blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice to heaven and earth, in order to become a witch spirit!" Prince Qiao suddenly realized that the Wu clan, the wind media, Ma Hua, and the Yu clan that infiltrated were just nourishment for the achievement of the witch spirit. The harder they kill and the more they die, the more adequate the nourishment.

Prince Qiao thought for a moment, suddenly pointed his finger on the ground, and hurriedly wrote a few words: "Uncle Bao, altar." "The fingers don't stop writing," Ba Meizi, Pigsty...... Skulls, terraces...... Drowned, dung pits, ......" with the stroke of a finger, a vague topographical map gradually appeared on the ground.

"And the back mountain!" Wang Ziqiao's eyes lit up, and his fingertips hooked, filling in the last missing corner of the figure.

The picture in front of him suddenly became clear, and it continued to enlarge in Wang Ziqiao's eyes.

It's not a topographic map!Prince Qiao stared at the strange light and stood up. This is the oldest, most primitive and most sacred bird and fish script of the Wu people!

It is also the Supreme Blood Sacrifice Circle of the Wu Clan's secret tradition!

"It starts at the altar and ends at the altar. Zhi Hunt, Zhi Ye, you are really a big hand!" Wang Ziqiao did not hesitate any longer, and walked with a long smile.

In the distance, he heard the clear chirping of cicadas from the top of the opposite mountain.