Looking at the muscular flesh below and the giant stick thicker than a human head in their hands, Japo's heart was cold.

Beside him, there was a figure three times wider than him who fell with him, but the guy didn't have any fear at all, but a smile of excitement appeared on his face, and he held a large golden brick in his hand.

This great commander who was demoted after offending Xiang Yang had a thousand camel beasts running over in his heart, if it wasn't for the sake of gambling with this guy, how could he run to the forefront so impulsively, resulting in such a dangerous situation?

They rushed too far ahead, and the sound of flying ropes behind them was endless, but there was no one who could even get close to them within ten feet, and below, the faces of those barbarians were already clearly visible, and even the air was filled with a foul smell, which made Jia Bo, who had always loved cleanliness, wrinkle his nose in this situation.

But soon, he could see clearly the bloodshot teeth in the corners of the barbarians' grinning mouths, the black and red blood-colored flesh, the puddles of brown blood on the ground, and the blood that had not yet fully coagulated... Jia Bo only felt a slight coolness coming from the crotch of his pants... I'm not afraid to die, but I won't become the ration of these savages, they don't seem to brush their teeth...

"Hey, sissy, are you afraid? Why don't you wait and kill more than any of us?"

Brother Jing didn't have much fear, and he was dancing beside him adjusting the angle of his fall, trying to let the big bricks in his hand open first, while still yelling at Jia Bo with a hippie smile.

He has always had a big nerve, he only cares about doing things happily, and he is already outstanding in brute strength, but at this time, he is about to fall into a heavy siege, but he is even more warlike, as for what will happen when he will be beaten, it is not in his scope of consideration for the time being.

One of them laughed, the other cried and mourned, and they saw that they were about to fall into the crowd, when suddenly the barbarians below were in a mess for some reason, and then a familiar laugh came.

"Brother Jing, I've got it here... You guys get out of the way, I've just learned a few tricks, and I'm not skilled at hand, so don't hurt you..."

A strong force came, and the two of them involuntarily flew straight back, and immediately some of the monks on the periphery shot a zipline and took them out.

Not far away, a figure had rushed into the crowd, and a sturdy body flew up in all directions, as if a large rock had suddenly fallen into the calm surface of a lake.

"Damn, I'm the boss! I haven't made a move yet... Oh, it seems that Lao Tzu really can't beat it..."

Directly dragged out of the scope of the sacrificial altar, Brother Jing stood in a hurry, looking at the dense pile of people, the weakest warrior in it, the embryo was not much smaller than himself.

He suddenly came back to his senses, wiped the sweat left on his forehead, muttered something, and then turned around and patted Jia Bo on the shoulder hard: "See, that's our boss, I saved your life just now, um... Don't be embarrassed if you want to thank you when you look back, even if you bring any good things, don't be afraid that you can't take them, just send them to C398!"

Jia Bo's face was pale, and he was standing with his legs between his legs in shock, and he slapped him, almost not lying on the ground, looked forward, and nodded with a sad face.

There was a broad back in front of him like a sharp arrow straight forward, the crowd on both sides was separated like ocean waves, and a huge body rolled out, and most of them would explode into a blood mist with a 'bang' in the air.

Xiang Yang is very cool, really cool, after the awakening of the instrument spirit of the Ruyi stick, the connection with him has become closer, and the original move based on slashing and killing has a lot of subtle changes, each move uses the same power, but it can increase the lethality of one percent out of thin air.

Don't underestimate this success, Xiang Yang's physical strength now exceeds 100 mountains, this success is ten mountains, one mountain 10,000 catties, the power of ten mountains, although it can't open mountains and split the sea, but it is not to be underestimated.

Even those barbarian emperors of the barbarians, under the three mountains, went berserk three times, but they were only this little bit of power.

The crowd was rolling, and pieces of blood mist exploded around him like fireworks, and the killing rose, and it was estimated that the distance was about the same, and he suddenly stopped his steps.

The barbarian warrior next to him thought that he was exhausted, and roared loudly and rushed up, but saw that he suddenly picked up the stick in his hand and smashed it to the ground, and the stick shadow flew over, but in an instant, he didn't know how many sticks were dropped, but where he touched it, the ground was undamaged, and even a small pit never appeared.

"This is..."The barbarian warriors who rushed to the front were startled at first, and then they were a little confused, and they were surrounded by their companions behind them, and they didn't have time to think about it, and rushed straight over.

A moment later, there was a dull sound, and the earth seemed to jump suddenly, and then centered on the place where the wishful stick touched, a wave visible to the naked eye swung in all directions...

One by one, the figures flew up directly upside down, and within a radius of a hundred zhang, all the barbarian warriors were bumped into the air by the sudden vibration, and then fell down with their teeth and claws, still in the air, and there was a huge tremor all over their bodies, and their muscles, bones, and flesh made an ugly tearing sound.

After landing, except for some high-level barbarian kings and barbarian emperors, no one could continue to stand up, and that small fluctuation actually made seventy percent of the barbarian warriors in the range lose their combat strength.

"The power is still average... The range is so small, and even the barbarian king can't deal with it... Ah, it's not you, it's me who hasn't figured it out yet..."

Xiang Yang sighed lightly, the resonance technique that he had just figured out still needed to be polished, the Ruyi stick in his hand seemed to feel his thoughts, and there was a slight tremor of dissatisfaction, Xiang Yang smiled and hurriedly calmed down.

The barbarian warriors were indeed brave, so many people were hit hard at the same time, but there were only a few low screams, and there was silence in the field, no matter how brave the warriors were, seeing such a fierce man who injured hundreds of people, they couldn't help but feel a trace of coldness in their hearts, and even those barbarian emperors couldn't help but shudder.

"This seems to be the magic power of the clan god... Why would this guy too..."

"Kamo Da, Liu Modai!"

An angry roar came from above the sacrificial altar not far away, and Xiang Yang put away the wishful stick and squinted his eyes to look ahead.

"You want to go head-to-head with me? This old guy probably absorbed a trace of the origin left in the altar by that fairy spirit, and he can have such a transformation... Well... Look at those totem patterns, this is at least a barbarian emperor above the seven mountains, after the madness, the strength cannot be underestimated, but it is a good opponent!"

"But that immortal spirit is powerful, but what's the use of just a trace of origin, fight for strength, even if you are the Barbarian Emperor of the Nine Mountains, what can you do?"

Xiang Yang stood with a stick in his hand, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, standing alone among the countless barbarians, surrounded by enemies who had fallen to the ground, and his fighting spirit was flying.

In the distance behind him, those monks from the Northern Divine Prefecture watched from afar, and their respect for him was already boiling.