The blood that slid from the corner of his mouth to his chin was stuck in mid-air in the high-speed fall.

The dazzling waves of light flowed to the bent right hand, and countless sounds of breaking the air from far and near echoed in the ears, but the dignified eyes looked down without blinking.

In the dazzling blue light, Luo Miao clenched his fist with his right hand, his left hand was erected in front of his chest, the blue tendons on his cheeks burst out, but his face was as pale as paper and rushed towards Yougen.

The two collided in mid-air.

The fist and the palm collided in midair.

There is not a trace of sound, only a thousand heroic blooms.

All the arrows that shot into the sky were reduced to ashes in the mighty man.

Everyone on the ground closed their eyes, and countless war horses with their five senses were sharp beyond ordinary people, and they had no vitality to protect their bodies, but their eyes were pierced red.

Blood spilled from the red eye.

Then, many of the cavalrymen, in their frenzy, were dragged away from their positions by the frenzied mounts.

A part of the cavalry, drawn by the war horse, ran to the boulder, to the bottom of the light source.

"Horn!"

Crisp and sharp, as sharp as a child's voice, it suddenly appeared in the heavens and the earth.

The Zen sound, which had faded, sounded again in heaven and earth.

The war horse that rushed to the boulder immediately bent its legs and sat down on the ground.

The horses raised their heads and shook their heads towards the sky, then lowered their heads again.

The horse's blood flowed out of the gaps in the teeth, and the heart in the horse's chest cavity was broken into pieces in the Zen sound.

And the owners of the war horses, the cavalrymen who lay on the ground and struggled at the beginning, eventually turned into pieces in the increasing Zen sound, just like the heart of the war horse.

The barbarians lying on the ground behind the boulder all spurted blood, and most of them fainted.

The rest of the people, whether they were ordinary people, barbarians, or General Wang, who was a cultivator, were also affected by the Zen sound.

Countless barbarians fell to the ground and fainted, and countless ordinary people clenched their chests and vomited blood.

Countless people fell to the ground.

On the avenue, the banners standing in the midst of the armies are crooked.

General Wang held on, opened his eyes, and under the light curtain, a red blood mist imprinted into his eyes.

The arm of one of the left hands bent under the weight, and a small bone cut pierced the fragile flesh and protruded into the joint.

One craned his head, and a sharp pain erupted from his chest, and sticky blood spurted from his mouth.

There was a rain of blood in the sky.

The blood scattered in the air was not just one person.

The azure air shield burst, and Luo Miao, who was covered in blood, slowly fell towards the ground.

The Buddhist mantra that contained endless power and caused the vitality to fluctuate violently destroyed Luo Miao's imperial body qi shield in an instant.

However, the resistance of the root body to the Buddha's words caused the vitality belonging to both sides to rush straight into the other party's body.

The rooted's royal body vitality has not been broken, and the injuries suffered are much lighter than Luo Miao's.

Therefore, there is a root is a serious injury, and Luo Miao is near-dead.

The two of them fell to the ground up and down,

Luo Miao fell to the soft soil, and his body sank into the soil, smashing the wet and hard ground into a giant human-shaped crater.

A root fell on the rock.

After a loud bang, in the rising dust and smoke, the oval-shaped boulder was crushed and split by the golden vitality that penetrated its body.

Except for a small sharp flank, the rest of the stone was reduced to splattering rubble.

After a long time, outside the woods, a light breeze blew.

The smoke and dust that obscured the eyes were dispersed in the wind.

Then, in the sight of all those who had not yet fainted, a bleeding arm stretched out from the humanoid earthen pit.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!!"

Luo Miao clutched his chest, propped one hand on the edge of the dirt pit, and coughed violently.

Vitality circulates in his body, repairing broken bloodlines and restoring injured organs.

But Luo Miao still didn't have the strength to climb out of the hole.

He could only sit at the bottom of the cave, stretching his neck, and staring at the rubble not far away with bloodshot eyes.

The gravel loosened, and a root stood up from the pile of stones.

"Whew, whew, whew!"

Blood flows from the ears and corners of the mouth, dripping down the chin and cheeks.

The twisted and folded right hand, the twisted and exposed left hand, all trembled slightly in the wind.

Yougen looked at Luo Miao with a look of resentment, and a dim golden glow loomed over his body.

"You guy!!"

roared angrily, his face was full of hideous roots, and his red eyes showed an unwilling look.

He leaned over and sat down on the floor.

All things start from the ocean, and flowing water nourishes all living beings.

The vitality with the characteristics of the water system can pull the practitioner back from the near-death state in a very short time.

The golden vitality with roots exploded like a flame, like thick earth, not like the lightness of flowing water, not like the fierceness of a violent wind.

Therefore, there is the vitality of the roots, there is no moisture of water, and there is no swiftness of the wind.

So when Luo Miao had regained some strength and supported the shore, barely getting up from the pit, Yougen, who was sitting in the rubble, could only curl up and gasp loudly.

"What school did you study from?"

The whole body was covered in blood, the blue silk clothes also turned red, and Luo Miao's eyes were red and round, glaring at Yougen.

Arigen did not speak, responding with silence.

Luo Miao frowned, supported the ground with both hands, maintained a swaying body, and said sharply: "The Buddha's words are strict, and the Zen sound is permeating, how can it be ineffective for you!!"

"What the hell are you!!!?What are you!?

Luo Miao's voice fell, and between heaven and earth, only the sound of the whistling wind remained.

The wind ruffled the strands of hair on his forehead, and Somegan shook his head and brushed the broken hair back to his head, and a mocking smile appeared on his scarred face.

Then, Arigen gritted his teeth and struggled to lift his bloodied left arm.

Blood flowed out of the wound, down the broken bone spurs, and onto the ground.

The outstretched palm clenched into a fist in front of Yougen's face.

The pain distorted Yougen's face, but the root was clutched with such force that the knuckles of the five fingers of his left hand turned white.

Just because he was afraid, without the severe pain in his heart, he would choose to give up.

Then, with a twisted face, but still smiling, Yougen raised his middle finger to Luo Miao.

“FUCKYOU！！”

Mixed with a thick dialect accent, it is not a straight and round language, and it is still concise and concise English, spit out from Yougen's mouth, and falls into Luo Miao's ears with the wind.

Luo Miao's brows furrowed even deeper, and after pondering for a while, he said with uncertainty: "Different texts?"

Then, with a puzzled face, he asked Yougen, "Stranger?"

“......”

Raising his eyebrows, feeling his body gradually regaining his strength, he simply ignored Luo Miao and stood up straight from the ground.

But what he didn't expect was that Luo Miao, who was standing in the dirt pit with a puzzled face, was immediately furious after directly thinking that Yougen had acquiesced without waiting for Yougen's answer.

Luo Miao pointed at Yougen and roared loudly: "The traitor who apostated his ancestors dared to enter my border, what is his !!intention?"