The white-toothed iron hooves with a clear mane hanging down to their knees, found themselves being pointed at by the Han shaman, and felt inexplicably nervous in his heart for no reason.

However, in order to protect the Eagle Hoof tribe and to protect the reputation of himself and his clan, he could only puff up his chest and accept Ye Zhiqiu's name-designation challenge.

"You're not my opponent yet, so call someone who is proficient in archery to join us. ”

Ye Zhiqiu's words immediately blocked the back path of the barbarian shaman, his offensive methods were very numerous, just the tongue of speech could exert an amazing effect.

The white tooth and iron hoof knew that the shaman of the Han Kingdom had bad intentions, but for the sake of face, he still plunged into it.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled secretly in his heart, but he was quite restrained, and he did not take the opportunity to ridicule his opponent, but let the move show his generosity.

This kind of psychological compensation for giving people a head start made the barbarian shaman feel a lot better, and no one would say a word in a one-on-one fair battle.

"Dear Han Shaman, let's start the competition!"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded slightly, not daring to relax in the slightest, looking down on the opponent's thoughts: "The lion and the rabbit still need to go all out." What's more, I'm just a lion cub that has just grown claws, and my opponent is not a rabbit who has no power to resist. ”

White Fang Iron Hoof took out a horse-head fiddle from his bag, plucked it a few times, and seemed to find a feeling, and then his hands cooperated tacitly to play a short grassland tune.

Just as the last note of the song ended, a mysterious earthy gray light erupted on the strings, enveloping the barbarian shaman's centaur body, and in an instant, the white fangs and iron hooves with smooth and shiny fur covered with a thick layer of stone skin.

When Ye Zhiqiu saw this scene, the corners of his eyes moved slightly, and he was a little surprised in his heart: "This is the shamanism of the barbarians! Musical instruments, gestures, and tunes resonate with the surrounding natural environment, and then trigger a transcendent level of magic effects. It is completely different from the Taoism of the Central Plains and Kyushu, and is closer to the primitive magic of a certain system, this time I followed the caravan to the north, and sure enough, I didn't run in vain. ”

Ye Zhiqiu pressed his heart, stretched out his hand to say hello to the barbarian shaman opposite, drew his sword out of the sheath, and slashed at a worn-out face-wiping rag with a short sword attached to the power of Beidou, and suddenly launched the prohibition of "referring to things for forms".

"Hiss", an unusually crisp sound, and a rag that was broken in two fell to the ground.

At the same time, the white fangs and iron hooves covered the rocky skin of the whole body, and a smooth and neat gap appeared in the strong chest in an instant, if it weren't for the blood seeping out, forming a dark red blood line, most of the people present would not know why this barbarian shaman was injured.

White Fang felt the sharp pain of the wound burning and burning, and only then did he realize that the opponent was terrible, and he could actually hurt the enemy between breaths, and there was no warning to catch it in advance.

Ye Zhiqiu quietly gave his opponent a dismount, and in the hearts of the barbarian tribesmen who were watching the battle, he successfully sowed the seeds of fear, and instead of reaping the benefits, he continued to attack.

Taking advantage of the opponent's injury, Ye Zhiqiu turned the remnants of demonic nature and resentment that had been refined by the Pure Heart Tranquility Divine Technique into the source of the Nightmare Prayer Technique, and began to curse the White Fang Iron Hoof.

The barbarian shaman, who was physically and mentally traumatized in the first battle, was defenseless for a while, and was successfully cursed by Ye Zhiqiu's Nightmare Prayer Technique, not only his brain was dizzy, and he lost the correct judgment of the things around him, but also was temporarily reduced by the demonic nature, and then was instigated by the constant resentment, regardless of the gap in each other's strength, he took the initiative to attack.

The horse-head qin played another song, no longer the gratitude of nostalgia for the homeland and the land under the feet, but a majestic and heroic war song.

In order to see the ground more clearly, Ye Zhiqiu took the initiative to take a few steps sideways, turned to a place conducive to his own observation, and happened to see a fiery red light popping up between the strings, which was grabbed by an invisible big hand and sprinkled evenly on the barbarian shaman, as well as the first challenge opponent who fell to the ground not far away and "pretended to be asleep".

After an instant, the wound on the chest of the White Fang Iron Hoof stopped bleeding, and as for the Flame Mane and Blood Hoof that had fallen asleep, he stood up energetically, his whole body bulging with muscles and muscles, his blood vessels opened, and his two eyes were stained red with a touch of blood.

Ye Zhiqiu squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, and sighed in his heart: "It's a shamanic technique again! It seems to be the effect of the healing technique, and there is a bit of a bloodthirsty technique." The Centaur Shaman was affected by my Nightmare Prayer Technique, and for the time being, he couldn't see anything abnormal, and the other barbarian warrior showed a little sign of losing his mind. ”

After Flamemane Bloodhoof got up, he saw the eyes of the people watching the battle around him, and immediately found that he had no way out, for the sake of his own fame, but also to defend the honor of the Bloodhoof family, he could only charge the terrible Han shaman.

"I, the warrior of the Eagle Hoof Tribe, the youngest son of the Bloodhoof Chieftain, Flame Mane, want to use the blood of the Han Shaman to calm the anger in my heart!"

When Ye Zhiqiu heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, suddenly remembered something, grabbed a handful of wood chips with his left hand, and was ready to cast the prohibition of "pointing things for forms" at any time, but his right hand pointed at the opponent with a halberd and shouted.

"Flame Mane Bloody Hoof hasn't dismounted yet, let alone when!"

As soon as the words fell, the arrogant centaur warrior was scattered by Ye Zhiqiu's strange technique, and fell to the ground again with an unwilling but helpless face, this time not to pretend to be ashamed, but to really lose his mind and fall into a long coma.

Ye Zhiqiu saw the target fall to the ground with a bang, and verified that his Left Dao technique was also effective for these centaurs, nodded lightly with satisfaction, and then turned his gaze to the barbarian shaman, looking at him with a nervous expression.

At the same time, the arrows with their hands and arms cracked their hooves, and suddenly heard something, and their long furry ears turned slightly, and they looked like they were listening attentively.

Just as White Fang and Iron Hoof were about to pluck the horse-head harp and perform the attacking shamanic technique, the archer behind him walked up quickly and spoke in a respectful tone.

"Honorable Lord Han, every time you make a move, you have a catch, your shamanism is too powerful. The White Fang of our tribe, the Ironhoof Family, has not yet passed the trial and has been recognized by the Patronus, and is not considered an official shaman, so please allow me to join this competition. ”

When Ye Zhiqiu heard this, his heart moved slightly, and he secretly thought: "The instructions of the barbarian high-level, or the orders of the tribe patron saint that this centaur archer said! The former is not to be worried, if it is the latter, it will be interesting." ”

Then he spread his hands and signaled to the two centaurs in front of him and the barbarian tribesmen watching the battle around him: "I said a long time ago, let you go together, it's not too late." ”

Before Ye Zhiqiu's words were finished, he secretly summoned the appetite-driven Pinghu, one large and one small, flying around him.

The centaur archer quickly walked in front of the White Fang Iron Hoof, which was originally the location of the Flame Mane Bloody Hoof of the Tribal Warrior, but unfortunately his two rash moves destroyed the triangular battle formation, so that the arrows of the ranged attackers had to go up to the front.

Seeing the back of the clansmen, the white tooth and iron hoof blocked the eyes of the Han lord, and his courage immediately grew, and he plucked the horse-head piano with both hands and played another "war song" that he had just learned.

Ye Zhiqiu saw the golden-red light burst up, turning into a chain-like thing in mid-air, passing through the body of the barbarian shaman, and through the chest of the centaur archer, and finally hitting the flame-maned bloody hooves not far away.

The young son of the barbarian chieftain, who was distracted by the name of the Left Dao Technique, suddenly moved his body lying on the ground.

Ye Zhiqiu secretly said in his heart that it was not good, he had an ominous premonition, the centaur warrior who fell to the ground would stand up again.

"Preemptive strike!"

Ye Zhiqiu held the magic sword in his right hand and a piece of wood in his left hand, ready to immediately counter the other party.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reacted, the centaur archer bent his bow and arrows, and his speed was faster than Ye Zhiqiu's.

With a "Immortal Weng", the wooden pole arrow turned into light and flew out, hitting Ye Zhiqiu's chest in an instant, which made people stunned quickly.

The Arrows had a triumphant look on their faces, but he soon noticed something unusual.

The shaman of the Han Kingdom did not look like he had been hit by an arrow at all, and there was no blood splashing at the wound site, which was completely different from common sense.

Only the barbarian tribesmen who were watching nearby, especially the warriors on Ye Zhiqiu's side now, could see the truth clearly with their sharp eyes.

The sharp arrow inlaid with triangular stone chips at the front end actually stopped out of thin air, only two fingers away from the chest of the shaman of the Han Kingdom.

The Great Shaman of the Tribe and the Chief Bloodhoof who were secretly observing looked at each other, and the faces of the other leaders were not good-looking, after all, this kind of protective ability was too amazing.

Ye Zhiqiu was secretly happy at this time, and thought: "Fortunately, I didn't dare to hold it up, and I called out Pinghu, who was as fast as an arrow off the string, so that I could react on the spot and intercept the centaur archer's arrow." Not making a fool of yourself on the spot is secondary, saving your life is really the top priority. This kind of competition is meaningless, it is easy to leak your hole cards, not to mention, and your life is in danger. I'm so stupid and naïve!"

Having said that, there is also introspection in his heart, but Ye Zhiqiu's hands are not merciful.

The left hand clenched into a fist, the thumb exerted force, broke a piece of wood, and the prohibition of "referring to things instead of form" was launched, pointing directly at the right hand of the centaur archer holding the bow.

With a "click", the mana turned into an invisible axe, breaking the arm bones of the arrows on the spot, and he snorted in pain, passed out directly, and fell to the ground sideways, exposing the barbarian shaman behind him.

Ye Zhiqiu grinned, revealing his somewhat dazzling teeth on the white ground, and fell into the eyes of the white tooth and iron hoof, and suddenly felt an inexplicable panic.

The golden-red chains continued to be in effect, but with his vitality alone, he was afraid that he would not be able to save the two tribal warriors.

Ye Zhiqiu's right hand grasped the magic sword attached to the power of Beidou, stabbed into the sheepskin tent behind him, and once again launched the prohibition of "referring to things and substituting forms".

White Fang's iron hoof's chest instantly appeared with a fatal penetrating wound, and blood gushed out as if it didn't need money, causing a burst of exclamations around him.

The three outstanding members of the barbarian tribe fell to the ground one after another, and everyone was breathless by the ferocity of the Han Shaman.

The Bloodhoof Chieftain, who was secretly observing, exchanged glances with the great shaman of the tribe and couldn't help but sigh. The other tribal leaders couldn't help but be afraid, and even rejoiced in their hearts.

"This person is so terrifying! Fortunately, he didn't provoke the caravan of the Han Kingdom. ”