The leader of the madman watched the young man's dying struggle in a daze, and struck his hands a few times in front of his chest, his face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth were pulled, and he smashed down with another punch.

With a "bang", under the fist, there was a large pit several feet deep.

A huge fist was drawn, and the pit was immediately filled with loose earth, and the boy was buried in the ground. The leader seemed to be out of caution, and pointed his palm, and plunged his palm into the ground, and when he picked it up again, in the palm as big as a car bucket, there was Ren Pingsheng's bloody body.

The flesh and blood of the body were mixed with dirt and were dying.

The remaining seventeen or eighteen madmen had already stopped fighting, and at this time, the leader finally beat the guy to the point of not being human, dancing with his hands, and letting out a strange howl from his mouth. One of the madmen threw out a punch and smashed a third of the wooden house in the small shell. The house was in shambles.

Fortunately, in the ruins, there were four walls of the house at a glance, and the madman lost interest.

In the eyes of these madmen, the ant dwarf in the green shirt is so tenacious that it is a headache, as long as he does not die, an iron sword will kill endlessly.

The leader shook the body in his hand a few times, and Ren Pingsheng did not react. The madman leader shook his head and slammed the body to the ground.

Ren Pingsheng hit the solid ground and was woken up, but he only opened his eyes slightly. The skeleton skin all over his body seems to have been cut to pieces, and there is a pain everywhere.

He was like a boiled prawn, curled up on the ground, unable to move.

was originally hanging the burden on his back, but he fell in front of him, and the silver and sundries in the burden were scattered all over the ground. Most of them were the golden runes scattered everywhere, and the pebbles picked up in the Nasian River.

A piece of rune paper floated in the wind and landed on Ren Pingsheng's hand, half covering his fingers, stuck with half-congealed and half-dilute plasma. Ren Pingsheng twisted his fingers with difficulty, trying to shake the rune paper off his palm.

It was a highly-drawn Warm Tree Nest Gang Talisman, and it was also one of the talismans he had drawn the most since the death of Qingniuping.

Throwing the talisman away was just a subconscious reaction, afraid that his hands full of blood would pollute the talisman that had taken countless efforts. It's a pity that a few fingers have long since stopped obeying the call, and with a few trembling movements, they actually glued the warm tree nest charm tighter.

Forget it, I'm afraid I don't have much chance to use this thing.

Ren Pingsheng's indistinct voice, reciting the magic trick, opened the gall of the warm tree nest talisman.

If you don't bring it in life, you don't bring it in death, it's better to use it up, and you can bless the landscape.

The flow of mountains and rivers is extremely fast, and the luck is very concentrated. Just when the leader of the madman didn't want to make a mistake here, he wanted to finish off the seemingly rejuvenated boy with a single punch.

The old orange tree, which was high in the clouds not far away, suddenly swayed wildly, as if shaken by a hurricane, and made a loud noise. A group of madmen looked at it vigilantly, and the trunk of the old tree, as big as a pillar of heaven, twisted like a wild dragon, shrouded in lush branches and leaves for several miles, swaying.

However, although the wind was bitter on the whole hillside, it was as usual, and there was no obvious change before the orange trees twisted.

The madman who was originally afraid of the might of heaven and earth was a little frightened by that strange scene.

The leader hurriedly turned his head, his fists clenched, and the murderous aura burst out instantly. found that the young man who was originally dying had already stood up.

Not only that, but the young man's right hand, which was full of bones, had already lifted it

A rusty iron sword.

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were slightly closed, feeling the surging aura of the mountains and rivers, surging in all directions, enveloping the world and pouring into his body. The crippled body, bathed in the flow of warmth and vitality, lazy and comfortable.

A gust of wind struck overhead, and it was incomparable. Ren Pingsheng was even reluctant to break the warmth around him, so he only lazily handed out a sword and slashed it against the wind above his head.

A sword qi, like a rigid and soft, like a whip and a knife, cut through the space and left.

I only heard an earth-shattering scream, and a fist as big as a grinding disc was actually cut off by that sword qi. The fist fell to the ground, and immediately a large area of blood stained. Ren Pingsheng woke up like a dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the leader of the madman, bleeding like a waterfall on his severed hand, and screamed miserably.

Sword Qi!

Ren Pingsheng suddenly realized, and was immediately ecstatic!

Before that, whether it was Ren Pingsheng's sword path or Hu Jiu's stealth assassination, they could only be one sword at a time, relying on the blade of the sword to hurt people, and the body was sensitive to defense. Sword and sword intent, among these madmen, is useless. If you take cultivation as the realm, the combat power of the two of them has not only fallen to one realm, but it is almost directly suppressed in half.

Looking at the 10,000-year-old tree that was frantically stirring over there, Ren Pingsheng suddenly understood. This old tree was originally the distribution of the feng shui qi luck of the entire medicine mountain. The aura is so strong that it is scattered, I don't know how many times it is the eye of the green cow flat. Therefore, a warm tree nest gang talisman was used here, not only completely opening the heavenly dao prohibition that those madmen were born with, but also quickly condensing a vitality force in the dying Ren Pingsheng.

The remaining seventeen or eighteen madmen suddenly roared wildly and jumped like thunder. The tall body is like a moving city wall, covering the sky and the sun, and it is forced to come to the place where Ren Pingsheng stands.

The two or three madmen scattered over there also became manic.

Which guy grabbed a thousand sticks in one hand and slapped the old monkey king's head with a palm......

The madman who was still teasing the fat boy in his hand began to pinch the head of the little husk with his other hand, as if he was going to tear the chubby head off......

The other, with one hand volleyed in the air, had already slapped the originally helpless and trembling red face into the ground and disappeared, while his other hand had already grasped the petite Cheng Cheng in his hand......

Ren Pingsheng looked at the huge city wall that was pressing on him, and several big hands that covered the sky, either fists or palms, hit him in the air.

This time, even if he is unharmed now and his realm is complete, it is impossible to stop it.

His eyes were cold, his head was held high, and he handed out a sword......

With this sword, there is no need to care about one's own life and death, just to kill more!

A thunderclap that shook the earth exploded around Ren Pingsheng.

The thousands of pounds of the bodies of the four or five madmen were blown up in the air and scattered and fell dozens of feet away.

The other three were stumped by countless sword qi that slashed and splashed, and the ravines on their bodies were criss-crossed, and the stinking internal organs broke out of their cavities and fell to the ground and died tragically.

More than half of the other madmen who were not dead were also forced back a few feet away by the earth-shattering air waves.

Ren Pingsheng turned his head sideways in astonishment, and saw that there was a man in a green shirt with a simple face beside him. The man raised his sleeve, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, we meet again." ”

Fang Mao fell from the sky at the last moment just now, love

In a hurry, he tried his best to carry the fatal blow of more than a dozen madmen, and obviously suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Ren Pingsheng nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

The eleven or twelve madmen who were forced to retreat had already stopped retreating, and then howled wildly, and swung their fists again.

The leader who had a broken arm didn't even die. The leader shouted a few times, and the eleven or twelve subordinates became fast and slow when they rushed forward, changing the frenzied momentum and turning into a wedge-shaped formation with a narrow front and a wide back, and rushed to Ren Pingsheng and Fang Mao.

I never thought that as soon as the formation that had just formed was launched, there was already a big chaos behind it.

A handsome man in a golden silk brocade robe waved a pair of fists, striking two madmen on the left and one on the right into the distance, and when he fell to the ground, he was already exhausted.

The other two followed, on two sides. The triangular formation of three people is directly chiseled from behind, and the speed is extremely fast.

The swarthy young man dressed in black and with a slender figure waved a scimitar in his hand, and he saw the snow in the sky, completely covering his black figure.

Another well-dressed boy brother, with a heroic face, used a soldier-style long sword, a large piece of sword light, and where he passed, the tall body of the madman was either split into two or broken in two. There is a faint momentum of ten thousand enemies on the battlefield.

The three of them quickly carved into the formation, and in a moment, more than half of the wedge-shaped formation had already been killed and wounded.

Another young man who looked a little hanging, with a gesture, had already rescued a thousand sticks in a desperate situation, Redface and Cheng Cheng.

The two madmen who were originally taking care of the captives didn't know what mysterious tricks he had fallen into, and they didn't see any blood stains, but they just stood on the spot.

It wasn't until the two big skulls exploded and the brains splashed everywhere that a short sword with a cold light flashed and had no handle and no grid flew out of the exploding skull, burrowed into the arms of the man who saved the man, and disappeared.

The overall situation has been decided, and Ren Pingsheng, who has long been at the end of his crossbow, is depressed. It's just the first time to see someone fully display that mysterious and abnormal flying sword supernatural power, Ren Pingsheng is very curious, and his eyes are still staring directly at that guy who is hanging a child.

The three people in the chisel formation led by Lei Zhenyu had already slaughtered all the remaining madmen in a matter of moments. Except for the swarthy man, who was not conspicuous in black, the gorgeous brocade robes of the other two were all washed in blood. The leader of the madman with a face like a rock was also slapped by Fang Mao, who flew up from the sky, with a volley of palms, and directly slapped into a pile of meat paste.

This open space under the orange tree of the 10,000-year-old medicine king is full of blood. The corpses of twenty-four madmen were such a horrific and tragic scene. I don't know where the Northern Wilderness City is, but when a madman invades the realm, a bloody battle comes down, and there are countless dead, what a tragic and bloody mountain and river should be?

The Yaoshan hut has long collapsed into a pile of ruins, but the planks and trees in it are slanted, and there are piles of planks and woods bulging. Ren Pingsheng stared blankly at the ruins of the hut, and was suddenly shocked, and the crippled body seemed to suddenly have infinite potential, and flew towards the hut.

You fat pig-like charcoal-burner, alone against nine masters of the twelve-story building, did not die in a bloody battle, and the dying body survived the ice and snow and the cold wind of the boundary mountain, and did not die. Don't just be crushed to death by a pile of wood!

Fang Mao led all the juniors and disciples to help, and under Ren Pingsheng's instructions, he carefully removed the planks from the north wing. I saw Shi Yuqing lying on the intact Zhu Jin wooden bed, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were rolling around his bones, and he was looking at a few strangers covered in blood.

The fallen planks were sent by the gods and demons, but not a single one of them fell on him.