Ten miles out of the city, the sword rose in no one's place.

Although Ning Baifeng didn't say that he was in a hurry, he also felt that time was a little short.

After all, he didn't know if Zhao Shuo was really caught by the Witch God Sect, and he wasn't sure if he was already dead, let alone if he didn't find Zhao Shuo at the Immortal Altar, where he could look for it.

The farther south Guiliucheng went, the deeper the dense forested scene became.

There are few Qiang people living here, after all, it is too close to Guiliucheng, and once the war between the two sides resumes, this is the first battlefield.

Therefore, looking down from the air on the jungle dozens of miles deep at your feet, it has become a buffer zone between Daquan and the Qiang people.

Ning Baifeng glanced over and saw some beast carts shuttling through the forest from time to time, because they should be Qiang people returning from Guiliu City.

The sword walks in the clouds, and dozens of miles of mountains and forests pass by in an instant.

When Ning Baifeng penetrated a layer of clouds and saw the vision in front of him, he couldn't help but be amazed.

Yuan Zhen, who was standing in the back, shouted out directly "wow".

The vision is not ethereal, but idyllic.

The mountains are scattered, the mountains are longitudinal and horizontal, and the stilted buildings are built according to the mountains, dotted in the meantime.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the terraced rice fields filled with water from time to time have the sunlight breaking through the clouds and mist, shining on them, casting a brilliant halo on the mountains.

The mist that came with the wind bypassed the mountainsides, and the Qiang people on them seemed to be plowing on the clouds.

The sight is not very beautiful.

Obviously, this is a large Qiang tribe settlement somewhere, otherwise with these terraced fields in the mountains, not dozens or nearly hundreds of people can work to complete it.

Ning Baifeng did not have the idea of going down to enjoy the idyllic scenery and exchange customs with the Qiang people, and after seeing it, he went into the clouds, tried to avoid the sight of the Qiang people, and went straight to the depths of the mountains.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he flew over the border of this large Qiang tribe, a huge eagle rushed up in the mountains and stopped in front of the three of them.

Immediately after that, several giant eagles flew over, and the Qiang people sitting on them were all armed with longbows, ready to release arrows.

On the back of the giant eagle that flew for the first time sat a thin old man, dressed in Qiang service, and holding a beast bone staff.

With the sword in the air, Ning Baifeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn't understand Qiang, so he didn't plan to speak first, not to mention, the other party came suddenly, obviously with bad intentions.

After taking a closer look, the Qiang warriors on the back of the other giant eagles had brown war streaks on their faces, while the thin old man holding the beast bone staff had a silver forehead on his forehead, which was inlaid with an earthy yellow bead.

It seems that this old man is most likely a witch priest.

"Friends of the Central Plains, since you are passing by my Eagle Tribe, it is better to go down and drink a bowl of oil tea to express the hospitality of our tribe. ”

The old man brushed his chest with his left hand, bowed his head slightly, and said these words with a smile in the elegant dialect of Zhounai.

Ning Baifeng said softly: "Your Excellency should be the witch sacrifice of the Eagle Tribe, I have received your wishes, but there is something right now, so I won't go down to disturb you." ”

The old man had a lovely smile on his face, but with that thin face, it looked a little weird, "I'm afraid it's not good, this is spread to other tribes, and it will despise me, and the Eagle tribe will not entertain guests." ”

Ning Baifeng smiled.

Sure enough, he is an old man, and this old witch priest's ability to speak insinuating is really first-class.

Yuan Zhen pursed his lips behind him and said loudly: "Old man, we just ate and drank enough in Guiliu City, just keep your oil tea for yourself, you want to have a treat, next time, next time, you must go." ”

Without waiting for the old man to speak, a Qiang man with a bow shouted loudly.

This person used the Qiang language, and Ning Baifeng and Yuan Zhen couldn't understand it, but it must not be a good word.

Yuan Tai in the back leaned closer to the position and said softly: "Young master, he mentioned a word, sacrifice." ”

Ning Baifeng didn't look back and asked, "Can you understand?"

Yuan Tai replied: "I don't understand, when I inquired about the news in the tavern before, the Qiang man spoke too fast, and said this word in Qiang language, which was written down by the old slave. ”

With Yuantai's explanation, then the words of this Qiang person are easy to guess.

It must be to take them back as sacrifices.

The old man of the Qiang people was silent for a moment and said: "Friends of the Central Plains, the Qiang people are hospitable, if you come, you will go down to rest for a few days, you can't leave if you want to." ”

Knowing that the other party was not good, Ning Baifeng was not surprised by such words.

The result of hypocrisy and wrongdoing will inevitably be a desperate dagger in the end.

Yuan Tai looked at the other side, suddenly rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Yuan Xiaoniu's nose, your grilled fish tasted good last time, so it can be seen that your barbecue skills are not bad." ”

Ning Baifeng was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Yuan Tai meant by saying this at this time.

Yuan Zhen wiped his nose with his thumb and said proudly: "That's the craft that I have practiced Wanshou Mountain for ten years, can it be bad?" ”

Yuan Tai smiled and said, "But this time the old man wants to eat roast eagle, are you interested?"

Ning Baifeng suddenly smiled bitterly.

It's all at this time, and I'm still in the mood to think about these things.

He found that since he had eaten the soup stove under the eaves of the upper capital, Yuan Tai had become interested in eating, and he liked to take a bite from time to time.

Yuan Zhen was slightly stunned, and then pointed to the mounts of the Qiang people, and said in surprise: "Isn't it too big?"

Yuan Tai immediately shook his head, "It's not big, it's just right, it's fat and strong, the meat must be full, and after roasting, it will definitely be full of oil, and with the green snake wine, the taste is ......."

Ning Baifeng saw that the more the two of them talked, the more outrageous it became, and he immediately waved his hand to interrupt.

Then he looked at the old Qiang man and said, "Qiang witch sacrifice, get out of the way, we are just passing by, and we don't want to have a conflict with you." ”

The old man sighed softly, "In this case, then we have to forcibly keep the guests." ”

The words are not finished.

Several other Qiang people instantly released arrows, stabbing the three of them into the vital point.

Ning Baifeng didn't move, just glanced at the few arrows.

The wind in the air suddenly froze, and even froze slightly.

Before the arrow could get close, it was suddenly cut into pieces by the wind and floated into the distance.

Jiang Feng's sword intent is called Changfeng.

Where there is wind, it is the place where the sword intent points to.

Although Ning Baifeng is not proficient in learning, it is effortless to deal with these little things.

However, those Qiang warriors who shot arrows changed color.

Before the arrow reached the body, it turned into smashes, such a method, they only knew that the witch priests around them would, but they couldn't do it so easily.

The old man looked at the vision in front of him and waved his left hand.

Several Qiang people with bows immediately drove their eagles back a few feet, but they bent their bows and arrows again in their hands.

Yuan Tai rubbed his hands and said: "It's really brave to fight three against one, but I don't know if it's hard enough under my hands." ”

Ning Baifeng's right hand sword trick was lightly buckled.

Yuan Zhen took a step out of the sword, and there were clouds and mist gathering under his feet, supporting him from falling. He was already mysterious, and he could also control the clouds, but his speed was too slow, so he took Ning Baifeng's flying sword.

Since you have to do it at this time, you can't get in the way anymore.

The old man of the Qiang people took off a white bracelet from his waist, and then recited words in Qiang language in his mouth, and then suddenly spit out a mouthful of donated blood and sprinkled it on the bracelet.

In an instant, the bracelet shone with blood.

The old man of the Qiang people shouted, raised his hand and threw it out.

The bracelet quickly expanded directly in the blood light, and in the blink of an eye, it surrounded Ning Baifeng and the three of them.

Ning Baifeng looked at the bracelets around the periphery, and his pupils shrank.

The composition of the bracelet is not a flowing bead polished by the people in the Dao Sect with various spirit wood and spirit stones, but a skull.

At this time, in the eye sockets of these skulls, blood flickered, hideous and terrifying.

Yuan Zhen looked at these things in front of him and said with a smile: "Since the ancient Taoist people have been fighting ghosts and exorcisms, since I have encountered you evil sects today, I will come here for a while!"

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to Ning Baifeng and said, "You guys will press the formation for me, and I'll probe first." ”

Without waiting for Ning Baifeng to answer.

Yuan Zhen took a step forward directly, took out a whisk from his sleeve and put it on his left arm, and at the same time shook his hand and threw out a jujube wood talisman.

The top of the wooden plaque is straight below the arc, and it is engraved with Taoist runes, and there are four ancient characters on the back.

Five Thunder Edicts.

Yuan Zhen took a breath of vitality, let out a "duh" in his mouth, and pinched out the five thunder seals with his left hand, and slammed them on the jujube wood talisman.

Suddenly, the brilliant blue thunder exploded, and a flash of electric light rushed straight into the sky, and then, a large number of dark clouds gathered in the higher sky, and lightning rolled in the dark clouds like a thunder dragon.

Neither side has any intention of rushing to attack closely, but is only accumulating strength.

Yuan Tai touched his chin and muttered, "With such a fighting method, it's no wonder that the Qi Refiner can't beat the Sword Cultivator." ”

In Yuantai's opinion, if you fight, what you want is a thunderous momentum, how can you give you any time to accumulate spells, go up and knock it down with a fist.

Ning Baifeng smiled, each family has its own differences in cultivation, whether it is the name of the realm or the method of fighting the enemy, each has its own characteristics.

Like the witch sacrifice's move, it was completely Ning Baifeng giving him time, just to see the power of witchcraft.

Otherwise, if you really want to make a move, Ning Baifeng can guarantee that the flying sword under his feet will appear in the center of the old man's eyebrows for the first time.

The old man of the Qiang people solemnly looked at the thunderclouds in the sky, poked the beast bone staff in his hand forward, the witch spell in his mouth did not stop, and a black light rushed out of the mouth of the cane-headed beast and hit a skull.

In an instant, the black light spread along the rope across the nine skeletons.

Roar!

A sharp roar suddenly came from within the skull, and then in the eyes of several people, a jet-black body stretched out from under the skull, holding a scythe similar to a scythe used for mowing grass.

Immediately after, these skeleton ghosts holding scythes pounced directly.

Yuan Zhen shook the dust in his hand and shouted: "Tiangang Five Thunders!"

Brilliant thunder rushed down from the thundercloud at great speed, and one after another thunderbolts directly slammed into the skeleton ghost, stirring up a large area of electric light and black mist.

The skeleton ghost let out a piercing scream.

Among the ten thousand laws, the thunder of heaven and earth is the most rigid and yang, and it is the most restrained to deal with these yin souls and virtual bodies, demons and ghosts.

This Qiang witch priest has a gloomy face, his beads are most afraid of thunder, every thunderstorm, he has to take care of it with his heart and blood to prevent damage, this kind of direct thunder in front of him is added to the body, and the part-time job is split on the tip of his heart.

With a wave of the beast bone staff in his hand, he spat out a black light again, slamming into the skeleton ghost.

The nine skeleton ghosts that had been struck by lightning howled and spat out a ball of baby-like imps from their mouths, and rushed directly towards the three of them.

Ning Baifeng's sword trick turned, and Su Wen pulled out half of his waist, but stopped suddenly.

Just because of the seal in Yuan Zhen's hand, it has been transformed into a sword seal.

"Slay the demon and punish the evil!"

As soon as the mantra was raised, the hairpin on the top of his head flew directly away, turning into a peachwood magic sword.

The sword shadows were repeated, and all nine imps were pierced through, and then annihilated in the thunder like blisters.

The old witch priest suddenly let out an angry roar.

He can't help but be angry, and the damage to the witch weapon has a great impact on him, not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of status.

He grabbed a handful of dust directly from the cloth bag on his waist, and with the agitation of his chest, a mouthful of blood mist spewed out, blowing away the dust in his palm.

"Buzz".

The dust stained with blood mist all turned into palm-sized ghost-headed bats, sweeping all over the world.

Yuan Zhen was immediately startled, jumped to his feet and scolded, "Can you fucking do something about people!"

scolded and scolded, but he didn't stop moving.

The dust that had been pinched in his hand was suspended in front of him, and Yuan Zhen puffed out his cheeks and exhaled a breath of vitality, and his finger prints kept changing.

When those ghost-headed bats were about to attack, Ning Baifeng couldn't help but draw his sword, Yuan Zhen's eyes suddenly brightened, and his right hand pointed at the dust pole.

"Inextricably linked!"

As he spoke, the thousands of white filaments on the dust whisk all broke away from the dust whisk rod and rushed directly towards those bats.

As long as the bats are entangled in silk threads, they will be shattered in an instant.

Occasionally missed a few, and without Ning Baifeng's sword, Yuan Zhen's magic sword immediately killed it.

For a time, there was a fierce battle between the silk threads and the bats.

However, the bats were dying out at a rapid pace, but not a single thread was damaged, and it was a complete one-sided slaughter.

The situation has become obvious, and the Qiang witch sacrifice is suppressed everywhere.

But Yuan Zhen's face was also slightly pale, and it was obvious that under the multiple means, his vitality was greatly consumed.

The old man of the Qiang people turned pale, and if he continued to be beaten like this, he would definitely be defeated.

Squinting at the bat that was being strangled for a moment, his face turned fierce, he closed his teeth and bit off half of his tongue, mixed with blood and spit it out.

Then he shook the beast bone staff in his hand without hesitation, and the beast head suddenly swallowed the blood of his tongue, and then the bell hanging under the head of the staff sounded without wind.

The crisp ringing of bells resounded in the sky.

The moment Ning Baifeng heard the bell, his eyes suddenly went dark, and the soul of the sea consciousness fell directly into a deep sleep.

However, as soon as his Six Senses Divine Soul stopped, a voice suddenly rushed out of the picture scroll on the sea of qi.

"Calm down!"

Ning Baifeng's waist and abdomen were like a ventriloquist letting out an angry roar.

In an instant, the two people who fell into a drowse next to them immediately woke up.

The mystery of this moment is only in a blink of an eye.

The Qiang witch priest's face was full of astonishment.

His own killing move was actually broken in an instant, this is impossible!

Yuan Zhen let out a loud shout angrily, "Dare to calculate Dao Ye! I want you to go around today if you can't eat!"

With a flick of the sleeve of his left hand, a fist-sized bronze bell flew out, and then grew up in the wind, and the bell was facing the Qiang witch sacrifice.

Yuan Zhen grabbed the dust rod and struck it heavily on the bronze bell as a bell hammer.

Boom!

Golden sound waves rushed out from the bell's mouth, and instantly swept towards the Qiang people who were riding eagles like a storm.

The Qiang witch sacrifice bore the brunt of the blow, and the sound wave directly smashed the beast bone staff in his hand to pieces, and the wipe on his forehead was also shattered, and the whole person flew out directly from the eagle's back.

The Qiang warriors behind immediately prepared to flee with their eagles, but it was too late.

Under the impact of the sound waves, one by one screamed and fell from the back of the eagle and fell to the bottom of the mountain.

Yuantai immediately rushed out, rolled up his sleeves, and several of those giant eagles with meat and eight vegetables had been put into the mustard seed bag in Xiuzhong.

The storage cannot store living things, and the result of these giant eagles can only be death.

Ning Baifeng immediately shouted, "Leave three!"

Yuan Tai stopped at this time, stepped on the back of an eagle, and grabbed the necks of two giant eagles with two hands, as if carrying a little chicken.

Looking at the people who fell, Yuan Zhen shook his sleeves, and several yellow rune papers flew out and rushed towards those who fell.

Ning Baifeng immediately looked at Yuan Zhen.

As if guessing what Ning Baifeng wanted to say, Yuan Zhen immediately explained: "It's not to kill them all, those few are light talismans, so that they won't fall to death." ”

Ning Baifeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled with relief.

is still the kind-hearted black-faced boy.

Shortly thereafter.

The three of them forcibly harnessed the giant eagle and flew away from the mountainous area.