Although Zhou Xingyun's pace had been cautious enough, when he passed through a tribe with black complexions, a sense of crisis lingered in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhou Xingyun secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly picked up the dragon pig looking around on the ground, regardless of its struggle, his body turned into a black shadow and burrowed into the dense forest.

"Hmph, boy Zhou, you have seriously violated Uncle Ben's dignity now, let me go immediately. Hum. The dragon pig squirmed its round body into a comfortable position.

Zhou Xingyun is full of black lines, put it down at such a dangerous time, and come to add food to others?

The dragon pig was dissatisfied and wanted to say something, but Zhou Xingyun took the initiative to stop, his body bowed slightly, and he looked vigilant. The dragon pig blinked his little eyes, and seemed to feel unusual, and quickly closed his mouth, and pressed his mouth vigorously with his pink pig's trotters. It seems that he is afraid of attracting the attention of others.

"Whoa. The sound of the branches swaying was heard. Figures appeared. Zhou Xingyun was surrounded.

There are ten people in total, all of them barbarians, and they are the cloth households of the barbarians.

Budo is an ancient barbarian language, which roughly means elite. But this elite is the elite of the tribe, the warriors selected from the tribe by the patriarch of the tribe, they belong to the retainers of the patriarch, and they can be regarded as a sharp weapon in the hands of the patriarch!

The method of selection is extremely bloody and cruel, and although each tribe has a different method of cultivating Buto, one thing is the same, one out of ten.

The surviving Buhu will be given the ancestral soul rune of the clan, and will directly obey the orders of the patriarch or the young patriarch. It can be said that these elites are killing machines!

Nine of the pursuers had the same rune carved on their left cheek. The last one was a man dressed in a cyan animal skin with a small turquoise snake coiled in his hand. It was the recklessness in Ran Yu's tent!

"Good vigilance. He grinned, showed a cruel expression, and waved his hand lightly, "Kill!"

The nine Buhu didn't say a word, just brandished their weapons and ran to his location. The action of running made the earth seem to tremble, which shows the strength of their flesh!

Zhou Xingyun's expression became more and more solemn. These nine cloth households are all sacrificial bone perfection, which is also the highest level they can cultivate, and this is also the price brought by the ancestral soul rune. But once Buhu practiced the combo formation, even the monks of the Yuan Infant Stage had to avoid the edge for the time being.

Especially when the situation is critical, the Ancestral Soul Rune is activated, relying on the Ancestral Soul Rune to summon the power of the Ancestral Soul, and that kind of combo formation can be sniped by a monk in the incarnation period!

Of course, this is only the ideal situation. As an old monster in the god transformation period, it is estimated that few will be stupid enough to give Buhu the opportunity to summon the ancestral soul. Even so, this can also show how terrible Budo is.

The most appropriate way now is to take them by surprise and win with one blow!

Thinking of this, Zhou Xingyun raised his hand and threw the dragon pig out. Even after falling from the sky and kissing the earth fiercely, the dragon pig still did not make any sound, but twitched its limbs and foamed at the mouth.

It looked as if he had been thrown to death.

In fact, Zhou Xingyun thought too much. Buhu, who came from the Blood Soul Tribe, didn't take Zhou Xingyun, a little monk who was not even in the Dan period, in his eyes. In their opinion, as long as there is a little shock, it is the time when Zhou Xingyun's fate is broken.

As for resisting, don't make a fuss, an ant still wants to bite an elephant to death?

With this lax spirit, the Buhu's attacks, although fierce, lacked a sense of killing. This gave Zhou Xingyun an opportunity.

Once again, a familiar warm current rises from within. Once again, a strong sense of control struck. But he did not launch directly, but waited for an opportunity. The strength of cultivation also made Zhou Xingyun's speed of performing the swift technique faster and faster.

Recklessly, his face darkened.

Unexpectedly, this kid was as slippery as a loach in the river! "Ulla!"

The Blood Soul Tribe was only a medium tribe. But in recent years, the Blood Soul Tribe has become famous, just because of one person, Ran Yu! The strong man who can evoke the ancestral soul of Emperor Jiang among the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

This made the Buhu of the Blood Soul Tribe gradually breed a kind of arrogance. Now, their reputation has been challenged!

"Ulla!" roared all nine of them as they raised their heads to the sky. immediately pounced on Zhou Xingyun. There is no trace of defense, only a strong attack. The fury and coercion emitted by the weapon that constantly circulated red light seemed to directly shock Zhou Xingyun to death.

It was a critical moment, but Zhou Xingyun felt his vision brighten. This is the opportunity he has been waiting for!

"The white clouds are quiet, the grass is closed!" As Zhou Xingyun recited aloud, the last word was spit out, and the scene of the originally fierce battle suddenly quieted down.

This is the song of the breeze! Through the chanting of ancient poems and elegant words, combined with complex gestures, the effect of words is created. Unexpectedly, Zhou Xingyun succeeded!

The sturdy figures of the cloth households were frozen in mid-air, and their expressions were still hideous and terrifying. On the other hand, Zhou Xingyun moved faster.

Mangxin screamed badly, and then a brilliant sword light struck, making his pupils shrink involuntarily!

Zhou Xingyun's body swooped, his right hand raised high, and he passed through the encirclement of Buhu in such a posture. His face was covered with sweat, and it was clear that this set of combined moves had caused him to consume a lot.

"Roar!" roared recklessly. He couldn't feel the vitality of the Buhu anymore, and he didn't have to think about it to know their situation.

Buhu of the Blood Soul Tribe was beheaded nine times under his nose! Even Ran Yu had to kill himself in distress!

His eyes turned turquoise. This was followed by a small green snake on its arm that stood upright and hissed.

Zhou Xingyun slowly straightened up, his eyes staring at Mang. At this moment, the heads of the nine Buhu behind him were all broken, and pillars of blood rose into the sky. Then their muscular bodies fell limply to the ground.

"Boy, I swear I'm going to make your life worse than dead, including your damned companions!" Mang's voice sounded like it was coming from the Nine Hells. The green snake on his arm raised its head extremely cooperatively, and a red line slowly appeared on its forehead, looking extremely dangerous.

Zhou Xingyun sighed in his heart, could it be that someone was caught by them?

However, Zhou Xingyun didn't show the slightest performance, still pursed his lips, and secretly guarded against the coming fierce blow with a cold face.

This time it's going to be a tough battle. Mang's strength is much higher than that of the cloth households. It is likely to be a strong person who has awakened the ancestral soul, which means that it is likely to be comparable to the Zhou Xingyun realm after the empowerment!

But don't forget, Zhou Xingyun's realm is just imaginary. He can't exert the full power of the Yuan Infant Stage powerhouse!

Obviously, the next thing is to fight hard!