This is only a skirmish, the opponent is no more than six thunder tribulations, no more than a thousand people in the heavenly ranks, and although there are more than 10,000 people in the earth level, they are not the enemy of the Heaven Breaking Monks at all.

The only thing that is a little difficult is that you are not allowed to kill, only to hurt people.

After Wu Qiutian finished speaking, he took the initiative to pounce, and Cai Lao, who had the highest cultivation, was only a third-level cultivator of the Thunder Tribulation, and he didn't have the terrifying physical defense of the Blue-Eyed Demon Lord. Dealing with a few Thunder Tribulation Monks, Wu Qiutian was very relaxed.

He didn't use weapons at all, he fought with Cai Lao with a pair of meat fists, and Sun Wukong, like a defender, confined the Thunder Tribulation monks to a very small range, only allowing them to attack Wu Qiutian, and not allowing them to launch any attacks on others.

As long as someone dares to jump out of the circle he demarcated, they will immediately taste the taste of the golden hoop stick that terrified the demon gods back then.

The magic weapon used by Cai Lao is a Qi Mei stick, which looks extremely primitive, not as golden as Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick. However, Wu Qiutian was not careless, the more unpretentious the thing, the more powerful it may be.

Cai Lao's eyebrow stick in his hand danced like a windmill, impermeable, and Wu Qiutian, who was standing opposite him, couldn't even see the other party's figure clearly. But the other party didn't take the initiative to attack, just danced the Qi Mei stick, Wu Qiutian didn't want to attack rashly, God knows what means are hidden behind this Cai Lao's stick.

Coincidentally, a monk with a three-ring broadsword slashed at his waist headlessly, Wu Qiutian began to pretend not to know, and when the big knife was only about a foot away from his waist, he suddenly disappeared in front of the monk's eyes. The monk was stunned very cooperatively, but he felt a pair of warm hands on his shoulders.

He trembled all over, and slashed at his left shoulder without thinking about the big knife, if he didn't cut it, it would be an arm at best, and if he waited until Wu Qiutian made a move, he would probably lose his life.

The monk did not dare to gamble, because he thought that Wu Qiutian wanted to keep alive to torture them. Unfortunately, he is the one who once hunted down and killed the men and horses under the command of Hao Jiu.

As soon as he put his hand on the monk's shoulder, the Spiritualist technique appeared, but the monk was forced to retreat by the monk's self-mutilation, so he had to recite the Spiritualist spell and put it on his other shoulder.

Feeling the hand on his left shoulder leave, it was too late to stop at this moment, the monk only had time to remove some strength, and in the end, the big knife still slashed at his left shoulder. The sharp broadsword did not completely cut off the monk's arm because of the body-protecting true qi, but was embedded in the shoulder socket.

Before he could howl, the monk felt a trance, as if someone had invaded his soul.

This feeling was fleeting, and when he woke up, Wu Qiutian's cold voice came from his ears: "Zhang Baixing, one hundred households in the battle hall under the command of Breaking the Sky, was slashed by you thirty-six times, and was finally divided into forty-one pieces, and eighteen of you took his pieces of minced meat to receive the reward." Because of his corpse, you can sit in the outermost town of the Colorful Pond and be a small elder. As I said, if it is stained with my brother's blood, it will be repaid with blood. You slashed him three times, and I slashed you three times, which is considered to be flattened, and your life is mine. ”

It was too late and so fast that the monk did not even have a chance to refute or beg for mercy, and the big knife that was still tightly held in his hand changed hands. Wu Qiutian grabbed the big knife with one hand, put one hand on his shoulder, and slashed down the monk's back without blinking his eyes.

The knife was left strong, and this person's memory had been seized by Wu Qiutian, so he clearly remembered how many knives this person had cut Zhang Baixing that day and where he cut it.

The first knife was on the back and was divided into three points, the second was in the hand and was about three feet long, and the third knife was on the leg and broke the artery in the leg.

After the three slashes, Wu Qiutian grabbed his neck and said, "The knife on your shoulder was cut by yourself, you can't blame anyone, you can only blame yourself." Now, it's time to return the favor. ”

With a click, the other monk who wanted to sneak up on Wu Qiutian clearly heard the sound of his companion's neck being broken. Rao is like this, Wu Qiutian still didn't give up, and slammed his fist on that person's dantian, completely destroying his dantian, and then turned his head and showed a cruel smile to the young monk who was planning to sneak attack.

Of the six major thunder tribulations, one person was killed in battle, and the others were terrified, and it was only a few rounds before the thunder tribulation monks in their team were killed.

The sneak attacker only hesitated for a moment, and then became the second unlucky.

Before the young monk who had sneak attack could react, he felt a breeze blowing, and Wu Qiutian came behind him, pressing one hand on his dantian, and the other hand had already grabbed his head.

Searching for souls again, this time it was still not unexpected, Wu Qiutian snorted coldly, and cut the young monk in half, and the weapon used was the Tang knife that the young monk himself was best at.

The shape of the Tang knife is different from the big knife, the big knife is relatively wide, the back of the knife is thicker, and when cutting people, not only is the force greater, but the requirements for the cultivation of the person who uses the knife are also higher. Tang knife is not, the sleeve-length blade is slightly curved, and the thin blade is like a long sword, but the difference is that Tang knife does not have a two-sided blade like a long sword.

I wanted to stop when I hit my chest, but because the Tang knife was too sharp, I split the monk into two boards. The intestines were mixed with some discernible outflow from the fracture, and they were stinky.

The other monks were already frightened, and they could naturally hear what Wu Qiutian said, and several of them were also people who participated in the fight, so their hands were also stained with the blood of the Heaven Breakers.

Without exception, except for Na Cai Lao, the others were killed by Wu Qiutian one by one.

Thunder Tribulation Monks, only Cai Lao is left, and the eight hundred black-clothed Heaven Breaking Heaven Rank monks are facing more than 10,000 Xishu monks, as if they are in a no-man's land. After Wu Qiutian solved the five Thunder Tribulation Monks, the dog monks had been reduced to only two or three thousand of them by the eight hundred black-clothed monks.

The means are not very cruel, since the alliance leader said that he wanted to stay alive, it may not be a broken hand or foot, the unlucky one was injured, the minor injury was just a slight injury, and the lucky one was just knocked out.

Similarly, because of too much consideration, many of the Heaven Breakers were slightly injured, and the most serious one was just a Heaven Rank Fifth Layer Cultivator who had his little finger cut off.

Wu Qiutian looked at Cai Lao coldly: "It's your turn." ”

"Young man, your methods are too cruel, although they have a part in killing your sky-breaking people, but you won't kill so many people at once!" It's not that Cai Laoduo feels sorry for the lives of these people, but Wu Qiutian is doing this, even if he doesn't kill him in the end, he will become the commander of the light pole.

Wu Qiu Tiandao: "Don't talk nonsense, let's fight!"

Cai Lao's face changed, and he shouted: "Thousands of troops!"

The shadow of the Dao stick is like a thousand troops fighting on the grassland, overlapping mountains, some are illusory, some are real, it is difficult to distinguish.

Wu Qiutian whispered: "The overlord carries the ding!"

Raise your hands up, looking like that, it is to carry Cai Lao's Qi Mei stick, Cai Lao is happy, this thousands of armies and kings are not just as simple as they seem on the outside, the reason why it is called thousands of troops and thousands of horses is because this set of sticks has a total of 360 hits, each one is more powerful than the other, and the attack power is superimposed.

Before the smile could be fully presented on his old face, the furrows froze around him, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen an unbelievable scene, as Wu Qiutian's two hands tightly grasped the other end of the Qi Mei stick.

Cai Lao pulled hard, and found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it, his old face turned red, and he wanted to compete with Wu Qiutian in strength, but unexpectedly, when he pulled the Qi Mei stick with his greatest strength, Wu Qiutian suddenly let go, and rushed behind him like a ghost, his five fingers were opened, and his palm was attached to the back of his head, and he began to search for souls.

After a while, Wu Qiutian pushed Cai Lao hard and said with a smile: "Since my brother didn't do anything to my brother, he is not an enemy. Wu Qiutian was offended, and asked the old man not to be surprised. ”

If someone else said this, Cai Lao would definitely be angry, but it was Wu Qiutian who said this, even if Wu Qiutian was rude first, Cai Lao would not be able to say anything.

He could have killed him, but he didn't, just for this reason, Cai Lao didn't have the courage to take responsibility for Wu Qiutian's reckless behavior.

Cai Lao is not an opponent, and those Shu monks who are still resisting stubbornly have lost their fighting spirit.

Some people left their weapons on the ground with a sonorous sound, their hands hanging down and their faces decadent; some simply knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, and even their faces were about to touch the ground; some people pretended to be injured when their bodies were limp and were then sealed by the monks who broke the sky; some people said that their heads were sent under the fists and feet of others, and they pretended to faint.

"Those who know how to search for souls go up to search for souls, as long as they have done it to the people who break the sky and have the blood debts of their brothers, they will all be taken out, and no one will be left. Wu Qiutian said coldly.

Cai Lao opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything after all.

Low-level monks have a very low status, they are not qualified to participate in the action of killing the Heaven Breakers, and they do not have the ability to kill the Heaven Breakers like wolves.

After half an hour of silence, the monks of the Shu Kingdom didn't even dare to come out, for fear that they would be killed by Wu Qiutian, a demon king who was not a demon, because he made a sound.

Half an hour later, eleven monks were taken out, and Wu Qiutian glanced at it and said, "That's all there is to it?"

It's not that he doesn't want to kill, it's that the cultivation of these monks is too low, the highest is only the first level of cultivation of the ground level, and the lowest is only the first level of the human level.

Surprised, someone replied: "Back to the boss, except for the earth-level monk who cut off the arm of the Heaven Breaking Monk, the others only caused the Heaven Breaking Monk to suffer minor injuries. ”

Wu Qiutian shouted: "Waste, except for that earth-level cultivator, everyone else has been released." Breaking the sky is here for revenge, not for bullying. ”