At dusk, the remnant sun was like blood, everyone gathered together, and Shi Pingfu said his plan. Set off in the early morning of the next day, divided into two teams, Meng Zhongliu, Pu Weisheng, Pu Yu, Zhou Ji, Wei 17 first, Wang Jin, Kou Yucheng, Zhang Guanfeng, Huo Mian Palace, separated from each other four or five zhang, echoing each other from afar, along the Tongtian River upstream, encountered the naked Han enchanting woman with long haired old man, then Wei and Kou met it head-on, and the rest of the people waited for the camera to move, or contain, or kill, to prevent it from escaping.

Shi Ping is old in planning, and uses a number of small stones as a demonstration to explain in detail the contingency strategies for various situations, and there are no less than dozens, even the most picky people can't see any flaws. He always arranged Wei Seventeen as the main one, Kou Yucheng as the auxiliary, faced the impact of the demon beast, and avoided putting others in danger, Wei and Kou had no objection, and everyone also took it for granted, the former was a great body, equivalent to a humanoid demon beast, and the latter had been tempered in the Brute Bone Forest for many years and had rich experience, and the two of them took the lead in topping up in order to show the strengths of sword cultivation.

However, the plan is not as fast as the change, not waiting for the dark, the mutation suddenly arises, and the demon beasts of the Barbarian Bone Forest come and go, like a tide to Lirengou, and come to the wooden wall of the Turen village, at a glance, hundreds of thousands, red eyes loom one after another, and they roar in a low voice and press step by step.

Kou Yucheng was shocked in his heart, before he had time to expose Qiu Zidi's abnormality, the demon beasts over there had already invaded in a big way, and they were well-founded and methodical, obviously there was a master behind them.

The sky was getting darker a little, the beasts were a few feet away from the wooden wall, and Shi Pingfu realized that they were waiting for the night to fall, but he didn't care very much, most of the attacking beasts were beasts, and there were few birds, so they couldn't cultivate their swords at all, and when the sky was bright, where could they flee to - but the natives in the village couldn't protect them after all, so they could only be left to fend for themselves. He called the patriarch of the native people, Jin Buchang, and ordered him to prepare more torches, and the young and middle-aged people stayed, and fought at night, and the women and children retreated to the cliff peak and found a cave to hide.

The barbarian bone forest is rich in a kind of "fat vine", it can burn for a long time after igniting, the natives are mostly used for lighting, Jin Buchang is quite far-sighted, prepare hundreds of fat vines in advance, tie them into torches and store them in the cellar, at this moment the demon beast is attacking at night, and he did not panic, he commanded Ruoding, scolded sharply, ordered the natives to insert the torches all over the wooden wall, lit them one by one, and illuminated the village as bright as day.

Kunlun Jianxiu leaned against the wooden wall with his back, confronting the demon beasts, and they were eager to try.

Kou Yucheng took advantage of everyone's inattention, quietly moved to Shi Pingfu's side, and bit his ear with him for a while. Shi Ping remained silent, bowed his head slightly, glanced at Qiu Zidi, and whispered a few words to him.

The night is like a curtain, the stars and the moon are hidden, and the local villages are surrounded by firelight, shining on everyone's face.

Fluttershy had already retreated to the Cliff Peak with the first batch of women and children, and Jin Buchang was a little calmer, he sensed that this time the attack of the demon beasts was extraordinary, and the number of beasts was so large that even with the help of the Kunlun Sword Cultivator, the village might not be able to be saved. He regretted a little, he didn't seize the opportunity to get along with Wei Xianshi, if he bet all the chips, maybe he could fight for a glimmer of life for himself, and now, he could only resign himself to fate.

Shi Pingfu narrowed his eyes, repeatedly looked at the swarthy barbarian bone forest, and did not find the black hand behind the scenes, he secretly sneered, and said in his heart: "Jumping beam clown, see how long you can hide!"

He made a hidden gesture towards Wei Qiqi, motioning for him to step forward and explore the reality.

Wei Qiqi took out the five-colored divine light sickle from the sword bag, carried it on his shoulder, and strode forward, a hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were dyed with a faint layer of blood red, and the violent qi in his chest that had been suppressed for a long time was like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.

The herd suddenly stirred, roaring, cowering, defiant, bluffing, wanting to advance and retreat, and so on. In the midst of the chaos, a Jinwen clouded leopard suddenly swooped down from the top of the tree, its front paws stretched, and when its head fell, Wei Seventeen paused, and punched out with his hand, hitting it in the middle of the threat, the clouded leopard seemed to have lost its weight, rolling and flying upside down, the middle fist was intact, but the other side of the body bulged a big bag, the skin was opened, the viscera was broken into meat puree, mixed with blood burst out.

Wei XVII's brutal methods aroused the anger of the crowd, and the demon beasts were angry with the enemy and swarmed forward.

Under the jumping firelight, a miserable white silver light lit up, and the five-colored divine light sickle waved his waist, and in a trance, the flying sickle turned into the skeleton of the peacock king, the beak was the point, the head was the blade, the ridge was the handle, the five-colored feathers circled and flew, revealing the breath of death, and the silver light went everywhere, destroying the withering and decaying, and the flesh and blood were flying.

Blood rained down, Wei Qiqi did not dodge or dodge, bathed in blood, his clothes were soaked, he did not use any magical powers, his right hand waved the divine light sickle to harvest his life, and his left hand urged the Penglai bag to ingest the soul, and slaughtered hundreds of demon beasts in a few breaths.

Everyone looked at each other, a chill rose in their hearts, and their faces became a little ugly. A "mule" that is a mixed race of shemales and cut off their descendants is so powerful that they seem a little incompetent in comparison.

Shi Pingfu sighed low and said, "The legendary scythe of the god of death is nothing more than ......."