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The first to rush up were the monks of the Bai clan, the ten black spirit cranes, and the ten foundation-building warriors of the Bai clan above, looking at Lu Xiaotian in front of them, there was inevitably some excitement in their eyes, they came in a hurry, although they heard the words of the silver-haired monk how powerful, but the time was in a hurry, and they had never seen it with their own eyes, so they naturally couldn't understand how far the other party had come. However, the old man Bai Hua was inevitably a little excited in his heart. The Wu clan brigade, as well as the other Qing clan's centaurs, are already visible to the naked eye, he is the first to kill, as long as he blocks the silver-haired young man for a moment, no matter who finally kills the silver-haired young man, or the Jindan female cultivator, he has to accept his love and share part of his benefits.

"The sons and daughters of the Bai clan, don't be greedy, just stop this person for a moment. After all, Bai Hua was a late-stage foundation building monk who had lived a long time, and he still had a certain amount of caution, and loudly reminded the tribal monks behind him. Avoid a few young and vigorous people in the back who not only did not get the credit because of greed for merit, but gave their lives.

"Arrogance!" Just as Bai Hua restrained the clan relatives behind him, all the Bai clan monks saw that the silver-haired young man ignored it and rushed straight over without a pause. Even Bai Hua had such a thought flashing in his heart, and those clans with high fighting spirit behind him didn't need to say much in person.

"Heaven and earth!" Bai Hua shouted.

The clansmen behind responded loudly, each in a team of two, with a bang, and dispersed from the queue, stretching out a large black rope from the left to the right, and scattered with a bang, turning into a huge black net, which was pulled by the monks of the Bai clan and opened it towards Lu Xiaotian.

This kind of large-scale black net is extremely strong, as long as it is caught, if you want to struggle out, it will definitely take a lot of effort, if it is caught by several large nets layer by layer, it is a monk in the later stage of foundation building, and you can't get out again, maybe they can solve this person without the help of the people of the Wu clan. Seeing that the silver-haired young man was still rushing straight over, and he didn't even have the intention of dodging, these people were overjoyed.

Bai Hua and another middle-aged man with slightly stronger strength each held a black spear and rode on the black crane to sweep the formation, preventing the silver-haired young man from escaping from a tricky angle, or attacking the relatively weak clan relatives and breaking their nets.

It's just that at this moment, there was a sudden sound of flowing water in the sky, and Bai Hua's divine sense was a little strange, but this strangeness had almost no effect, Bai Jie couldn't help but sneer, could it be that there was something to do?

It's just that soon, Bai Hua's sneer quickly solidified on his face, because his afterglow quickly caught a glimpse of the clan relatives next to him with a strange expression, and even the spirit eagle under the seat was falling down uncontrollably. Those black nets that had been pulled apart before also slipped from the hands of the tribes behind them because they no longer had the strength to continue to bless them.

"What's going on?" Bai Hua was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to fight, hoping to block the silver-haired young man in front of him, not seeking merit, but hoping to lead his clansmen to retreat from the silver-haired youth's hands. The spear in Bai Hua's hand danced in the air, turning into countless spear shadows, and the momentum swept towards Lu Xiaotian.

A sneer flashed at the corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth, and he stretched out his hand and threw out dozens of wind blades. With his cultivation at this time, he unleashed these wind blades and controlled the direction of Yi Zhong. As for the shadow of the spear that the old man swept in.

Lu Xiaotian directly swung out a knife, and the sword appeared, and where the golden sword passed, the spear shadows were crushed one after another.

"Sword intent!" Bai Hua is also a person who knows the goods, when he saw that the black spear he stabbed out was forced back without any suspense, he couldn't help but scream, and hurriedly spurted out a mouthful of blood, after the spear in his hand absorbed its essence blood, it was magnificent, and a spear stabbed forward, not an attack, but it turned into a huge blood shield, and used a spear against it, blocking the golden sword.

The blood shield collapsed suddenly, but fortunately, the terrifying sword light had also disappeared, and before Bai Hua could breathe a sigh of relief, a golden pill had suddenly enlarged. In the blink of an eye, it has crossed a distance of hundreds of feet, and it is close in front of you.

Bai Hua hurriedly blocked the spear, but a huge force surged from the golden pill, and the toughness of the spear that Bai Hua was horizontal was also amazing, and it was not cut off by the blow of the Earth Splitting Knife, but the huge brutal force almost made Bai Hua unable to resist, and after the spear was impacted, it hit his chest horizontally. There was also some fierce sword qi that took the opportunity to surge.

Bai Hua is not a physical cultivator after all, and the defensive ability of his physical body is not high, especially when he is hit at this time, part of the sword qi penetrates through his body. Bai Hua spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body was also injured by the sword qi, and blood poured out of the wound. Bai Hua, who was seriously injured, could no longer support it, his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious, and the black spirit crane under his seat carried Bai Hua back quickly.

And those Bai clan clans who had been waiting for them before, at this time, one after another extremely simple wind blades slashed through their bodies, or slashed at the spirit crane under their seats. At the same time, he controlled the wind blade to attack the enemy in several directions, even Lu Xiaotian, and he could only control the general direction, and could not accurately hit the vital points of each white tribe and the spirit crane. Besides, Lu Xiaotian's original intention was just to break through the obstacles in front of him as quickly as possible, not to pursue the greatest damage.

But even so, where the wind blade passed, there was still a pile of dead and wounded. These foundation-building monks, whose strength is not weak, finally suffered a big loss in these low-level wind blade spells, but at this time they were completely defenseless, and their bodies naturally could not withstand the cutting of the wind blade, but the defense of the spirit crane under these people was not low, and only a few feathers fell off their bodies, and one of them wore defensive spirit armor to block the wind blade.

However, among these people, two still died, and four were seriously injured.

Whether it is the Wu clan that has been chasing after him, or the fifteen members of the other Qing clan. When I saw the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but be speechless. The Bai clan, including Bai Hua's ten monks in the late stage of foundation building, couldn't even block a face, and the number of casualties reached seven, and there was no room for resistance, and Bai Hua's late stage monk was even more unconscious by the silver-haired young man's two knives, it seems that the silver-haired young man was just in a hurry to kill a way, and he didn't have the kung fu to care about the people of the Bai clan. Otherwise, there would be no ten people, including Bai Hua, left, and the silver-haired young man would only need to spend a few more moments.

Even Wubi, the monks of the Qing clan had an idea in their hearts, the flying horse tribe turned out to be so weak in the air. But at the same time, they were also relieved in their hearts, fortunately, there were not many monks like this in the Mochizuki Realm, otherwise the fierce reputation of the Flying Horse Tribe would be completely gone!