readx; The fighting between the tribes has spread from being concentrated in the open space to all parts of the tribe!

Obviously, the monks led by the cold man had the upper hand, and there were still seventy or eighty people left, and fifty or sixty monks from the tribe here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is no shortage of living monks.

Among the dead monks, there were even those who defected and died by the monks on both sides!

The crowd of the royal weapons fighting in the air, more than a dozen monks led by the cold man had the advantage, and it would not be long before the handsome young man and the strong female cultivator would be defeated, and then the situation would be one-sided, and it would be difficult for the two of them to escape!

On the clearing, there are still sixty or seventy monks who have been killed, counting the monks who have defected, the number of people belonging to the cold male tribe accounts for the majority, and it is only a matter of time before the rebels are besieged together!

"I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me!"

A monk is attacked by three monks together, and he can only parry, and the next moment he will die on the spot, and he is begging for mercy in horror.

Slow down your attack to show that you have given in!

"Click!"

The three monks sneered, and the attack in their hands became even more fierce, killing the monk who begged for mercy on the spot.

"Idiot, spare you Lao Tzu is not tired in vain, phew!"

The three monks mocked and spat in disgust at the monk who was dying in blood at 'Goo-Du'!

"Click!"

As soon as they got their hands on their magic weapons, the three of them fought in one place again!

One of the three monks had defected from the previous one and was suddenly attacked by the other two monks.

"Click!"

In front of a house in the tribe, two monks killed a monk who had escaped there, and the two of them fought again!

Fierce and merciless!

Both of them came with a cold man, and the conflict was that they both wanted to monopolize the deceased's belongings.

You have to kill the other party and turn the other party's items into your own!

The whole tribe was in chaos, shouting and killing, screaming, begging for mercy, and the sound of broken bones became one, and the strong smell of blood was so strong that it could not be dispersed, if it weren't for the tribe's remote location, and the nearby demon beasts were killed in large numbers, there would have been groups of monks who followed the smell of blood and flocked to it!

Despite this, there are still demon beasts that can't resist the bloody temptation, rushing into the tribe and eating the corpses of the monks who have been dead for a long time and used to patrol the tribe!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

There were more than ten monks who attacked Yang Qing and nine people together, and among them, the five Purple Mansion Realm monks with angry expressions were the strongest.

"Retreat, don't resist as long as you don't get hurt!"

Yang Qing was suppressed by the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, and his divine sense transmitted the sound to the fire butterfly, and his heart was extremely anxious. He must quickly retreat to the edge of the tribe, let alone attract more monks to besiege him, otherwise he will have to flee for his life alone.

Glancing at the fight in the air, it became more urgent, the handsome young man could only fight while retreating at this time, it was difficult to resist, once he was defeated or escaped, the cold man could pull out his hand and slaughter wantonly!

Yang Qing couldn't protect others, and he couldn't escape himself.

The fire butterfly had no room to nod, if he didn't protect the young man who was still able to help Yang Qing, he didn't dare to be distracted at this time.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The furious expressions of the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators did not diminish at all, and seeing that Yang Qing was almost unable to parry, the imperial weapon attack used all his strength.

"Dare to rob a woman with Lao Tzu, you can't get the hair, and you have to feed the shredded monsters!"

In the angry scolding, Yang Qing and his party escaped from the open space and entered the housing area!

The monks on both sides were happy in their hearts!

"With a house obstruction, see if you can escape"

The road between the houses was not wide, and there were all kinds of ruins piled up, which would affect the speed of escape, and the more than ten monks who were attacking with imperial weapons were all happy in their hearts.

"Even if you cast a spell, you can use the house to resist it!"

Yang Qing's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, what he was most worried about was that the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators in front of him took turns to play spells, and it was difficult to break the spells with only the long stick they had.

"Let's go!"

Yang Qing's divine sense transmitted, and the force above the ten jun of the long stick increased, knocking the five magic weapons away, and the speed of retreat increased.

The Fire Butterfly and several people are all defending, and they would rather be injured than slow down!

"Huh, I'm back to the light, kill me."

The five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators were all shocked, secretly knowing that things seemed to have changed!

Several other monks were blocked by the house, and they gathered with the five of them to attack Yang Qing.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Yang Qing felt the pressure surge, it was not that he retreated on his own initiative at all, but that he was shocked by the force of the long stick and slid away.

The Fire Butterfly Seven are no longer attacked, and their speed of escape has skyrocketed.

"Whew!"

The low roar in his throat brought out the blood, and the half-repaired injuries gradually deteriorated.

The attacks of more than ten people were too frequent, if it weren't for the houses to resist, Yang Qing wouldn't have had time to block it!

"You guys go quickly, you must keep him safe!"

Fire Butterfly solemnly instructed the six girls, and then shared the attack for Yang Qing with the fiery red sword in his hand!

"Woo!"

The long stick turned into a light gray light curtain in front of him, and more than ten magic weapons slashed at it like raindrops!

The muscles in Yang Qing's whole body trembled, and he tried his best to share the strength he was bearing.

My arms can't stop being numb!

"Whoosh!"

Two attacks jumped over Yang Qing's head, wanting to take advantage of the flaw behind Yang Qing who had lost the protection of several monks!

Without a verbal gesture, the fire butterfly was already attached to Yang Qing's back, and the sword in his hand fluttered, breaking the attack!

"Buzz!"

Yang Qing's body trembled, rubbing against the soft body of the fire butterfly.

The two of them, at such a critical juncture, are all different.

Affecting the fight like this, neither of them stopped it, and inadvertently stuck tighter.

At this time, the young man and the six female cultivators had already escaped more than twenty zhang, and the speed had already been raised.

"Dogs and men, don't you need to make room for you!"

The eyes of the five Purple Mansion Realm monks were on fire, "Don't fucking feel sorry for Zhenyuan, slaughter him for me"

"Snort!"

The five Purple Mansion Realm monks withdrew their magic weapons one after another, and prepared spells in a rage!

"Groaning ......"

The pressure on the swinging stick is greatly reduced, and the retreat becomes free. Just as he was about to block the rest of the magic weapons, and then dodge, he felt that his waist was wrapped around the slender legs of the fire butterfly.

The whole fire butterfly was already hanging on Yang Qing's body, and a magic talisman appeared in each of his hands!

"Poof, poof"

The two talismans turned into ashes, and two layers of fiery red enchantments instantly appeared.

Enveloping the two of them, moving with their figures.

Just when Yang Qing was surprised and defensive, wondering why the fire butterfly was hanging on his body like this, a beast skin talisman appeared in the fire butterfly's hand.

The small palm gushed out fiery red true elements and gathered into the beast skin talisman!

Yang Qing didn't know if the fire butterfly couldn't be distracted to wrap around him, or if he wanted to use his body as an attack behind his back.

"Snort!"

The light on the animal skin talisman gradually brightened as the true element was injected.

The five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators' respective spell attacks have been unleashed!

"Woo!"

The violence in the demonic red pupils surged, and the light curtain turned into a long stick was even more condensed!

The two-layer defensive enchantment and the dancing long stick, even if it couldn't resist the five spells, could still give Yang Qing plenty of time to dodge.

As long as the high-level spell sacrifice in the hands of the fire butterfly is completed, most of these more than ten people can be killed!

Others who barely survive will be seriously injured!

"Groaning ......"

Yang Qing had a slight gap at this time to experience the softness of the two balls on his back.

Leaning back, retreat!

"Boom!"

The two layers of enchantment shattered, and the five spells weakened by seven points, and after the bombardment was on the light gray light curtain transformed by the long stick Shijun, it dispersed with a bang.

Yang Qing only felt a tingling pain in his fingers and wrists, and the speed of retreat increased!

"Fuck it!"

Except for the five Purple Mansion Realm monks, the other monks swallowed a mouthful of saliva when they saw the beast skin talisman that quickly devoured the true element, gave up the attack and fled here, to chase and snatch the other monks.

The faces of the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators all changed, and they each took out a magic talisman and wanted to fight to kill Yang Qing before the beast skin talisman was completed, but they didn't dare to take the risk, and they all shook their bodies, detoured to other places, and pursued a few young people from Mu Ne!

"Oops!"

Yang Qing 'groaned' in his heart, he didn't have time to put down the fire butterfly, put away the long stick and took out the Pu knife, and rushed towards the five or ten zhang Mu Ne youth!

The five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators were scattered in two places, and they could catch up with one side, but they couldn't intercept the other.

"Snort!"

The fire butterfly stops injecting true elements to prevent the magic talisman from firing on its own!

Yang Qing ran extremely fast, his back was very bumpy, and the fire butterfly hugged Yang Qing's neck, and his cheeks were red.

"Yang Qing, all this is because of you, he said I will kill you!"

Hysterical roars rang out among the tribes, echoing through the tribe like thunder.

The battle in the air has undergone a huge change, and the handsome young man, the strong female cultivator, and the 'Elder Xie' gathered in one place, and they were also fleeing, wrapped in various defensive enchantments, and the magic talismans were crushed one after another.

"Boom!"

The gloomy and cold man surrounded him, and the low- and medium-level spells and spells such as the Fireball Technique, the Wooden Needle Technique, the Fury Flame Technique, the Falling Stone Technique, and the Spiral Blade Technique shattered the defensive enchantment layer by layer, and the high-level spells and talismans of the monks on both sides were brewing.

Their own killer moves and life-saving things are no longer kept!

Below the place of fighting, no one dared to stay, it had become a ruin, and then turned into a sea of fire!

"I'll wait!"

Yang Qing didn't look back, and said violently in his heart, his heartstrings were tight, and when the fight was over, he had to stay away from the tribe.

The fire butterfly on his back glanced sideways into the air, his flushed face turned fierce, and he pressed his body against Yang Qing's broad back to reduce the burden of running.

"None of you can run, be the concubine of that bastard, and let Lao Tzu play first!"

The five Purple Mansion Realm monks were bitter in their words, and the imperial weapons were in pursuit!

Ruowu, Yue Ning and the others found that the five people who were chasing were panicked and anxious, and they fled with the imperial weapon on the ground, not daring to raise the height to reduce the obstacle to escape, which would attract more monks to pursue, and they could only hope that Yang Qing could come to save them!

After chasing and fleeing like this, he soon left the tribe's phantom array and came outside the tribe.

The five Purple Mansion Realm monks were only more than a hundred zhang away from the Mu Ne youth and the others, and they were attacking a few Mu Ne youths who were hiding in the chaos of stones and trees, and this was still to take into account the result of Yang Qing opening his bow and releasing arrows!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Yang Qing carried a big living person on his back, and he was unabated, and he was about to join several people.

"Fire Butterfly, continue to run away for a while, don't be entangled by them in a fit of anger"

Yang Qing's divine sense transmitted and said cautiously, at this time, the chaotic stones and trees could cover their figures, and it also prevented him from shooting the five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators with his bow.

After speaking, a mouthful of dark red vomit came out, and it was held in his chest all the time, mixed with a little dark qi!

"You...... It's all right."

Fire Butterfly asked worriedly, trying to wipe the blood from the tiger stripes, but shrank back.

"It's okay, remember!"

"Hmm!"