Chapter Forty-Seven: The Coming of War

The young man named Wuji was provoked by Wukong's angry shout, the tip of his sword was lightly raised, and between his hands, the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand was castrated, and he quickly stabbed Wukong in the chest and abdomen.

"Hey, it's good to come", Wukong shouted.

When the sword arrived, Wukong's figure flickered and dodged.

Because the mana is only at the peak of the spirit realm, it can't stay in the air, but because of the help of the Kunpeng Divine Feather in the secret, he can stay in the air for a short time, but unfortunately, this method can't last at the moment, so he needs to fight fast.

"Huh", Na Wuji was surprised, his body turned back in the air, the sword in his hand quickly reversed Wukong's face, and his right leg kicked at the same time, shouting in his mouth: "Arowana turns over", "Spinning kick and restrict".

"What a mess", Wukong sneered knowingly: "Look at my braised carp, fried fish demon", as he spoke, his fists shook with a false fist, smashing the three-foot sword body from the side, and at the same time a beautiful spinning kick with his right foot, quickly facing the opponent's legs.

This, again, is to fight hard and fast.

"Ignorance", the young man chuckled, and the momentum of the middle of the void sky exploded instantly, and the sword move in his hand changed sharply, quickly avoiding the incoming punch, and at the same time, the mana of his right foot was fierce, and he kicked at Wukong's leg.

There was a crackling and fierce collision, and in mid-air, in less than half a second, the legs of the two had been split and kicked dozens of times in an instant.

"****", in the fierce collision of his legs, he heard an exclamation, and a figure was kicked out of thin air more than ten meters away.

"You", for a long time, the young man named Wuji shook and stood up, only to see him covering his crotch with his hands, his face was flushed, and he was sweating, he gritted his teeth and said: "You, you, shameless monk, actually cheated."

"Hehe", Wukong smiled, he pointed to the door of his head, "Sample, the fight is not only by fists and feet, but also by here".

"You", the young man roared, he shook the sword in his hand, endured the pain, stepped out of several meters in one step, and pointed the tip of the sword at Wukong: "Monk, fight again."

Wukong waved his hand, "Don't fight, don't fight, grandpa is a little tired today, you go back and practice again, let's compete another day", after speaking, he walked to the ground by himself, leaving the young man Wuji stunned in the wind.

Fahai smiled, this Wukong, I can't see it, it's quite neat.

"Slow", Wukong's feet were just about to land, but suddenly heard a voice behind him, and he was surprised, he felt a cold air in the back of his head, he quickly twisted his body and stabbed his head in a stride, and when his eyes drifted, he saw a pitch-black arrow feather flying past his ears and nailed to the city wall with a pop.

The arrows fell and exploded, and where they were focused, a city wall rumbled and collapsed and shattered.

Wukong secretly said in his heart that it was dangerous, he stepped on the ground, turned his head to look, and saw a hundred meters away in the air, a guy with six arms and a crab shell on his back was holding a large bow and crossbow, looking at him proudly.

Wukong looked at the big bow in his hand, gestured with both hands, and said to himself, "What? Aren't crabs crawling sideways? When did they learn to shoot arrows?"

Although Wukong's voice was small, all the people present were cultivators, and many people heard it.

"Poof", Fahai didn't hold back, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

When the crab spirit heard this, its body shook and almost fell to the cloud.

This little monk's mouth is too poisonous.

Wukong walked slowly to the pitch-black arrow feather, stretched out his hand and pulled it out, he picked up the arrow, pretending to look at it, but muttered in his mouth: "It's really cheap, so cheap."

"Uh", the crab spirit heard it, and suddenly his mind was full of black lines, is this human talk?

Wukong held the tail of the arrow in his right hand and gestured at the crab essence, "Since the crab shot a good cheap one for me, then the little monk I have to be courteous and go back and forth", after speaking, he blinked at the other party, his body suddenly rotated, and his right arm shook violently, and he heard a "whoosh" sound, and the pitch-black arrow feather had already taken off his hand and shot straight into the air.

The arrow feathers carried a sharp whistling sound, and the air flickered left and right, constantly changing the trajectory, as fast as a meteor, which was difficult to predict.

The crab spirit was stunned, he didn't expect Wukong to come, and when he wanted to dodge, it was too late, so he had to wave his six arms to block, and in the chaos, he heard a few soft sounds of "poof, poof, poof", a rain of blood splashed, and the pitch-black arrow cut off his three arms one after another, and pierced his left shoulder blade before stopping castration.

The crab spirit endured the pain, and then stare back a dozen steps before he could stand firm. He looked down at his injuries, three of his six arms were broken, it was so miserable, his body shook, his mouth was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

A few people immediately rushed up from behind, protected his body, and quickly retreated.

For a while, the field was a little silent.

Looking at the Huaihe Water Army again, there were three generals in a row, but they lost three games in a row, which is really a bit miserable.

The red-haired man was a little annoyed and angry, he turned his head to look at the black people behind him, and found that many people were hanging their heads, "His grandmother's, what's wrong, who else wants to clean up that stinky monk." He let out a lion's roar and waited for a long time, but found that no one was willing to fight, and he suddenly felt a little hated in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and pointed one by one: "You rabbit cubs, usually show off their power and are domineering, but at the critical moment, they become bear toads and soft persimmons, you wait and see how I clean you up when I go back." After speaking, he shook the spirit banner in his hand and wanted to make a move.

Wukong's mouth snorted lightly, it seems that it is not possible to have a good time without fighting today.

The red-haired man held the spirit flag, raised his eyebrows, and stepped across from Wukong in a few steps, wanting to attack Wukong.

"Slow", Fahai hurriedly walked to Wukong's side, pulled Wukong's sleeve, and whispered: "This red hair, mana is not shallow, just see that you have been fighting for a long time, my hands have already been itchy, this guy, just leave it to me to clean up for the time being."

Wukong replied: "Okay, okay, I'll stay aside first, and learn from my senior brother", after speaking, he waved his sleeves in a dashing manner, walked to the side easily, and gave up the battle position.

In fact, Wukong had secretly observed that this red-haired mana cultivation was much higher than his own, and when he was feeling tricky, Fahai stood up at the right time, and he just borrowed the slope to get off the donkey and gave way to the battlefield.

"Hey, you bald donkey, if you want to go, it's not that easy", the red-haired man saw that Wukong was leaving, and quickly pointed the spirit banner in his hand at Wukong, and with a shock of one hand, a white skull screamed and slammed into Wukong's back.

Fahai was already very unhappy with the other party's bald donkey, bald donkey, his hands were already itchy, and now he looked at what kind of sneak attack and surprise attack this red hair was doing, and a nameless fire rose in his heart, he saw the skull coming, a vertical leap swing legs, the instep stretched like iron, and the sound of "bang" hit the forehead of the skull, and instantly kicked the skull and exploded, exploding into a ****.

"Hmph, it's shameless to be old enough to learn from children to play sneak attacks", Fahai glanced at the corners of his mouth, his toes shook, and a piece of powder fluttered down.

"Bold, you two wild monks, hurt my water tribe three times and twice, and privately shielded the murderer, what crime should you be guilty of", the red-haired man shook the spirit banner in his hand and said fiercely.

Fahai's eyes rolled, he turned his head and glanced at Wukong, "Senior brother, what murderer, have you seen it?"

Goku raised his hands to his chest and parted them to the sides, shrugging his shoulders and making an inexplicable expression.

"Red hair, you also saw it, there are ordinary people here, and there are no murderers at all. And what kind of murderer are you talking about, who was killed, who was the murderer, but what evidence is there?"

Hongmao was stunned for a moment, he turned his head to look at his subordinates, and said angrily: "Hmph, of course there is evidence, the people of this city, each of them are full of evil, and their hands are stained with the blood of the third prince of my family, if you don't believe it, you go and see the people in the city, which family's water tank is not full of dragon meat, and which one did not participate in the massacre."

"Dragon meat, third prince"? Fahai hurriedly made a gesture, "Amitabha, may I ask the donor, who are you immortals? Who are these three princes?"

"Hmph, we are the army of the Huaihe Dragon Palace Water Tribe, and the third prince is the young master of my family", the red-haired man said with a proud face.

"Amitabha, sins and sins", Fahai pretended to be compassionate and said, "It is indeed regrettable that the third prince died innocently, but I don't know how the third prince's mana is cultivated"?

"The young master of my family, although he is still young, is talented, diligent and studious, he is twelve years old, and his mana cultivation is already approaching the old man," the red hair said proudly

"Oh, then I don't know what about the donor's mana realm?"

"Hmph", the red-haired man snorted coldly, "The deity is not talented, it's only in the middle of the true heaven", after speaking, the mana of the whole body operated, and the momentum of the middle stage of the true heaven was immediately exposed.

"It's really good mana", Fahai applauded and praised, "Looking at the donor's cultivation, it is already the realm of the middle stage of the True Heaven, I think the third prince, the proud son of the sky, is at least the realm of the early stage of the True Heaven."

"That's nature," the red-haired snorted coldly.

"Okay", Fahai clapped his hands and said calmly: "Then since the third prince's mana cultivation is so profound, my generation still sighs, may I ask, how can the common people in this city who know how to practice magic be able to slaughter and castrate the third prince?"

"This"! Hongmao stuttered a little for a while, he frowned, waved his big hand, and said in a half-loud voice: "You monk, don't use strong words to reason and distort the facts."

"Hmph, I think you are trying to confuse the public and have ulterior motives", Fahai said shamelessly.

"Bastard, if you want me to be dignified in the Huaihe Dragon Palace, how can you do something unboundary", the red-haired man raised the soul banner in his hand, "I think you want to innocently delay time."

"Hahaha", Fahai raised his head and laughed three times, "How about it, I guessed it."

"Hmph, ignorant child, let me tell you, today our 100,000 sailors are here, and you have to hand over the murderer, and you have to pay if you don't pay it, otherwise", Hongmao snorted coldly, "I will flood Anfeng City, and by the way, I will pick off your heads."

"Amitabha", Fahai frowned, "Donor, everything must be evidenced, without evidence, killing innocents indiscriminately, but you will be punished by God."

"Hahaha", the red hair heard a burst of laughter, "God's curse? I think you are dizzy, my young master was innocently killed, we came to seek justice, it turned out to be indiscriminate killing of innocents, is there any heavenly reason for this", after speaking, he looked back at his subordinates, "You say, is there any heavenly reason for this"?

"There is no heavenly reason", the subordinates said in unison.

"See, this is the principle of heaven", the red hair turned around, raised his hand, and looked proud.

Behind him, Wukong looked impatient, "What are you talking about with that red hair, just fight."

"Okay, good", the red hair heard this, and clapped with both hands, "Little monk, it's really good."

"Amitabha", Fahai folded his hands and looked solemn, "The monks should have been merciful and must not kill innocents indiscriminately, but today, since the theory is not possible, for the sake of the people of a city, let's fight." With that, he threw up his sleeves and stepped into the air first.