Ye Hongfeng hunched his body and walked quickly through the dense forest.

When the rain of arrows fell, he scattered the arrows with a sword net and burrowed into the mountains alone.

It was pitch black all around, and there was no way forward with the naked eye. Ye Hongfeng spread out his divine sense and carefully observed the surroundings.

Not far further was a mound where the barbarians gathered and shot arrows with bows and arrows. On the top of the mound sat a brute as strong as a black bear,

The breeze was gentle and blowing through the mountains and forests, and the barbarian's hair fluttered in the wind. A dark sword light cut through the hair, and blood gushed out from his throat. Ye Hongfeng retracted the Nine Heavens, holding his breath and concentrating, his eyes sharp looking for the next target.

The barbarian on the top of the hill was sitting precariously and presiding over the formation with his eyes closed, so he did not notice the abnormal changes in the jungle.

In a short time, all the scouts in the forest died. Blood seeped into the soil, the smell of fish filled the air, and the brutes on the periphery of the hill pouted and sniffed, looking a little puzzled.

Just as he reacted and turned his head to shout, the Nine Heavens came out of his hand and steadily cut off the man's neck. Ye Hongfeng quickly stepped forward to catch the barbarian's corpse, hid it behind the stone, and hid himself in the shadows.

He had probably observed that these barbarians, like them, were not all monks. Except for the one on the top of the hill, who is the foundation building consummation, only a few people below that person have reached the middle foundation building realm and one foundation building upper realm, and the rest are ordinary barbarian warriors. Although he didn't know what realm he was, he inexplicably had a kind of confidence that as long as several people did not surround him at the same time, he could easily exterminate these people here.

Not far away, four barbarians seemed to hear a strange noise, and slowly surrounded the stone with stone hammers. Ye Hongfeng took out the Soul Eater Bead and held it in his hand, and lifted the headless barbarian's corpse with traction techniques, the Soul Eater Bead exuded a thick resentful aura, and the resentful aura was sucked into the body by the surrounding barbarians, affecting his mind, and depicting a terrifying scene in his mind.

Tonight, when the moon was full, there were corpses floating in the air, accompanied by a strange cry, and the barbarians felt a chill on their necks one after another, and then a hot liquid flowed out, and they lay on the ground unconscious, lifeless.

Ye Hongfeng stood in the middle of the corpses of this group of barbarians, his body splashed with blood. He grinned at the man at the top of the hill, like a demon in hell baring a mouthful of white fangs.

"Big man, if I say I'm just passing by, can you believe me once?"

The barbarian's face darkened in an instant, and he waved his hand and shouted, "Kill him!"

Several people on the hill heard the sound, swept down in an instant, raised their hands and smashed at him with a fist. Ye Hongfeng put the long sword in front of him, retreated into the forest with the power of a punch, turned around and disappeared without a trace.

"Fujiyama?" The six people who flew down turned to look at the man at the top of the hill, their eyes filled with inquiry.

Fujiyama loosened his muscles, stood up, and wiped out the formation with a wave of his hand. As early as when Ye Hongfeng appeared, the barbarian warriors put down their bows and arrows, so it was difficult to maintain the rain of arrows, and Qiu Di and the others were now out of the scope of the formation, and there was no point in continuing to stay.

Fujiyama's legs bent slightly, and with a loud bang, the hill collapsed in an instant. Fujiyama leaped high and fell into the forest, his words echoing in the ears of the barbarian warriors.

"Grab him and ...... Kill him!"

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The leaves of the trees trembled in the forest, and the figures walked through.

Ye Hongfeng went around in a circle, lured Fuji Shan to other places, and then turned around and hid in the forest, waiting for the rest of the barbarians to come.

The woods were crowded with people, and there was a cacophony of sounds.

Tu Hu was the most advanced among the six barbarian monks, only below the vine mountain. After Fujiyama disappeared, he naturally took his place, directing the remaining barbarian warriors.

Perhaps because the mountains and forests are too dark, and the barbarians are not good at divine perception, the barbarians hammer with both hands, raise their eyes and look around, once there is a wind and grass, they will panic, and then beat in a different direction, like a frightened bird.

Ye Hongfeng jumped down from the tree, and with a slight stroke of the Nine Heavens, a barbarian fell. Then he followed the man in front of him, patted the man on the shoulder with great interest, and said with a smile: "Don't look back, otherwise your life will not be guaranteed." ”

Where could that man listen to what he said, raised the stone hammer and turned around to smash it down, but he collided head-on with the sharp blade of the Nine Heavens. The blade was so dark that no change in color could be seen, only blood could be heard, dripping on the ground, and the sound was small and permeating, a sign of the passing of life.

"I said it all, don't look back. Ye Hongfeng sighed with emotion, took out the magic weapon that had been confiscated before from the storage bag, and threw it at the rest of the people.

There was no change before and after the magic weapon reached the people's bodies, and it fell straight to the ground, as if it was just an object thrown casually. For these magic weapons, he really didn't know how to use them, but fortunately, he understood a truth, a truth that originated from the second senior brother.

The magic weapons of the world have their own rules, or contain spiritual power, or inscribe sermons. But as long as it is a magic weapon, once it is recognized, it only needs to be destroyed with one heart, and its initial tyrannical spiritual power can be released, just like a monk's broken pill. Such a means can damage a thousand yourself, but you can injure eight hundred.

The light emitted by the explosion of the magic weapon instantly illuminated the mountains and forests, and the impact swept everyone away, but the firelight clinged to them, and only a wail remained in their ears.

However, for a moment, only the four barbarian monks were still able to move in the forest, and the rest of the people and the two monks were either killed or seriously injured in the explosion of the magic weapon.

"If you want to kill me, have you ever weighed your own catties?" Ye Hongfeng leaned against a half-folded trunk and asked with a smile.

"You think you're naïve to think that you can kill us just by the aftermath of the shattering of the artifact? Tu Hu said as he motioned to the other three to block Ye Hongfeng's way in a closed circle.

Ye Hongfeng laughed out loud, he had never thought of killing these four people in the same way, they were monks after all. Whether it is physical strength or reflexes, it is far from being comparable to those ordinary barbarians.

If you want to kill them, you need to go into battle yourself.

In the surprised gaze of the four people, Ye Hongfeng inserted Jiuzhongtian back into the scabbard, crooked his neck and loosened his muscles, as if he was ready to fight with his body.

"I've heard for a long time that the northern barbarian monks are physically powerful, and I've wanted to appreciate it a long time ago. As he spoke, he threw a punch straight at the door.

The man smiled disdainfully and threw the same punch to shake him. The barbarian body is strongest in the same realm, this is something that the Sanqing Mountain Daomen all admit, and there is no reason to be afraid.

The two fists collided, making a loud noise, setting off a wave of qi. The brute who threw the punch suddenly folded his arms and wailed, his eyes full of fear.

The human in front of him, the physical strength is even higher than him!

Taking advantage of the shock of the remaining few people, Ye Hongfeng stepped forward and punched the injured barbarian in the throat. Only the sound of a broken throat bone was heard, and the brute coughed up a mouthful of dirty blood and collapsed to the ground.

"So guys, are we going to go together, or are we going to die one by one?"

Ye Hongfeng turned his face away, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, and said.

The night was slightly cold, and the hearts of the three of them were full of coldness, as if they had fallen into the abyss of despair.