A little light flashed in front of him, and Beqi's instinctive body rolled backwards eighteen times in a row, avoiding the rear of the arrow tower.

'Duh', with a muffled sound, a thorn four feet five or six inches long, the thickness of a little thumb, and as sharp as a needle flew close to Beqi's body, and sank deeply into the ground seven or eight feet behind him. The thorns flew by, and Beg smelled a faint fishy sweetness, which was obviously highly poisonous.

Among the group of villagers just now, two strong men couldn't dodge and were stabbed into their bodies by the same mang. That is, in the time of two or three breaths, the two strong men suddenly blackened and fell to the ground. Their bodies twitched rapidly, and the two strong men who were two meters tall quickly shrank to the size of ordinary children. Stained blood spurted out of their seven orifices, quickly contaminating large chunks of the ground.

Don't beg to see your scalp tingling, the poison of this thorn is so domineering.

On the other side of the river, at least seven or eight hundred wild men rushed out with a strange scream. They were armed with strong bows entwined with vines, and they kept shuffling out thorns one after another. With the sound of 'snorting' wind, wave after wave of thorny raindrops fell, making the villagers near the suspension bridge embarrassed.

There were more than thirty savages with the fastest legs and feet, but only two or three waves of spurs, and they had already rushed straight along the pontoon bridge, and they could rush to the side of the suspension bridge.

The old man who had just spoken to Beg suddenly raised his staff, the five fingers of his left hand seemed to be curved, and after pinching a strange seal, he took a sharp breath. The short and shriveled patriarch's chest suddenly bulged high, and he roared angrily, and his five fingers suddenly shrank and relaxed.

A strong wind rolled up in the flat ground, covering a space of more than ten zhang in a radius.

A wave of thorns just fell from the sky, and the wind whipped up the thorns and headed towards the savages who were about to rush onto the suspension bridge. Thirty or so savages were so frightened that they dropped their bows and leaped into the river. A few of the wildlings jumped a little slower, and the thorns sank deep into their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, they were all black and breathless.

Don't beg to show jīng, staring at the old man. This trick is also introduced in the "Stealing Sutra", which is the most superficial and basic of the five elements spells, the variant of the Yimu spell, the wind exhalation technique. The cultivation of the clan elder is not high, and the wind that rolls up only covers a radius of more than ten zhang.

The clever wind exhalation technique, once cast, can change the climate of a radius of thousands of miles. This is something that the elders of this small village in the wilderness can't do.

There was a piercing sound of breaking wind overhead, and the villagers on several arrow towers had already drawn their strong bows and crossbows, and dozens of arrows roared down. As soon as the wild men who jumped into the river emerged from the water, powerful arrows struck their bodies one after another, killing them in the water.

The leader of the savages across the river, surrounded by black smoke, howled in rage. He raised his hands and shouted strangely, his body twisted and danced for a while, and the miserable green sè skeleton in the black smoke opened its small mouth, and another green sè fireball spewed out.

The clan boss shouted, and the villagers by the drawbridge dodged one after another. The villagers on duty on the arrow tower pulled up the sling with all their strength, and they were about to put the suspension bridge away. But the fireball flew right towards the arrow tower with the sling. With a loud bang, the green sè's fireball exploded, and the small half of the arrow tower was blown to pieces, and several villagers on the arrow tower were blown to pieces, and the drawbridge fell down heavily.

The savages let out a cry of excitement, dropped their bows, drew their broadswords from their backs, and rushed down the pontoon bridge with a 'whoosh'.

The leader of the savages roared triumphantly, and a large group of savages rushed out of the dense forest behind him. There were more than a thousand of them in this wave, also holding various weapons, and rushed towards the village with cheers.

Hurried footsteps sounded from behind him, and the young men in the village heard the sound of the horns of the bull, and they grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the village. The people of Mengcun are prosperous, and there are 13,400 young people in the organization, and all of them are strong and stout heroes.

The dog cub didn't know where to take out two long swords, and threw one for Beggar.

"Don't beg big brother, be careful yourself. Fuck, the two tribes of Qifu Man and Huazuman have joined forces! Hey, otherwise they would have the guts to touch our Meng Village?"

Beg took the long sword casually, and his wrist suddenly sank. He grinned and glanced at the pup, and there was a wry smile in his heart.

This sword is five feet long, full of the width of an ordinary person's palm, and the thickest part of the sword spine is full of one inch and three points, and weighs nearly a hundred catties. It was just right for this group of stout men in Mengcun to change, and their strength and size were enough to exert the strongest lethality of this sword. But for Beggar, the sword was too heavy, too long, too thick, and he could almost use it as a shield!

With a wry smile, he casually stuck his sword on the ground, looked left and right, and pulled out a thorn from the ground that the savage shè came out.

This thorny little finger is thick, four feet five or six inches long, weighs no more than about two catties, and is extremely tough. Don't beg to use your fingers to pull lightly, the hardness of this thorn is comparable to that of ordinary pig iron. This guy is just right for Beggar, not to mention that this thing is highly poisonous, and its lethality is not under the giant sword.

The cub looked at Beg in astonishment and shook his head disappreciatively.

"Alas, don't beg big brother, you have so much strength! In our Meng Village, you can't find a woman if you want to!"

The dog's words were not malicious in the slightest, they were pure good-natured ridicule. Beggar's face suddenly turned red. He looked at the greatsword stuck in the ground, but still shook his head. He really couldn't move this thing. Although he has inherited the "Stolen Sutra", he has not had time for orthodox cultivation, and he has not yet become a superman!

Taking a deep breath, Bebeg stood beside the puppy with the thorn in his hand. The thorn was firmly held in his hand, and a faint cold aura spread out in all directions. Bei Qi slowly injected the Innate True Water Linggang into the thorns, and the tips of the thorns actually brought a faint layer of water.

Another dense sound of footsteps sounded, and more than a thousand female villagers strode out of the village with strong bows and crossbows. They occupied the high place behind the arrow tower, or the rooftops, or the rocks, or the treetops, and drew their bows and arrows.

The howls continued to sound, and the wild men who rushed like a frenzied herd of beasts fell on the spot. Thumb-thin arrows sank deep into their bodies, peeking through the other side of their bodies, but not spattering blood.

The wild man who was hit by the arrow howled miserably, and his body twitched for a while, and he suddenly stiffened and died. Like the savages, Mengcun's arrows were also poisonous, and anyone who was hit by the arrow, even if it was not injured, was absolutely not saved.

The leader of the savages standing on the other side of the river howled in anger, and he gritted his teeth and began to twist his ass again, and suddenly two streaks of blood spurted out of his nostrils. The black qi around him floated for a while, and the miserable green skull in the black qi let out a ghost-crying wolf-like sound, opened its mouth violently, and spewed out three fist-sized green fireballs in a row.

Several clan elders shouted loudly, and the villagers standing near the suspension bridge retreated sharply.

Three green fireballs whizzed across the river and slammed into the drawbridge. Three loud noises came, and the ground of the bridgehead was blasted into three large pits with a diameter of several feet, and a large area of green sè flames splashed in all directions, and it was impossible to stand on the ground for more than a dozen feet.

The retreating villagers disrupted the ranks of the village women, causing them to suddenly lose their arrows.

At this moment, dozens of the tallest and most hideous savages had already swooped down on the suspension bridge. They pulled out the small hand axes from their belts and threw them at the villagers with a roar.

A clan elder hissed and roared, "Shield!"

Dozens of large shields made of several layers of animal skins were erected violently, firmly blocking the front of the villagers.

Each of these savages carried twelve hand axes, and hundreds of hand axes struck with the sound of the wind and struck heavily on the great shield.

Dozens of villagers holding large shields were shocked back again and again by the huge force on the hand axe, and several people were shocked to spit blood but still straightened their bodies and firmly held up their shields. Beg saw the blood vessels on their arms bursting out, the skin of their palms and the muscles of the tiger's mouth were shattered, and blood flowed down the shield.

The dog cub slapped Beggar with his elbow fiercely, and he roared in a low voice: "Don't beg big brother, don't be distracted." These barbarians dare to attack our village, and they don't necessarily have any ghost ideas. If you're not careful, you'll die!"

Before the words could be spoken, more than a dozen hand axes had already passed through the gap between the large shields and blasted into the ranks of the villagers.

A miserable howl sounded, and more than a dozen strong men from Mengcun were beaten off the ground by hand axes, and blood spurted out of their mouths. There was a strong man who happened to be hit in the chest with an axe, and his entire chest sank down, and several ribs poked out of his back.

The dog cub yelled, "Oh no, Uncle Mengyuan is gone!"

Seeing that the hand axe effectively killed and injured the villagers, the wild people let out cheers.

A clan elder suddenly shouted, and the arrows that had just been thinned out suddenly became dense again. More than 1,000 strong village women gathered arrows in unison, and the rain of arrows blocked the suspension bridge head in an airtight air. The dozens of wild men who had thrown their axes just now screamed one after another, and at least half of them were shuffled like a sieve.

The suspension bridge was no more than a foot and a half feet wide, and the bridge deck behind it was already crowded with fellow savages. The dozen or so savages at the front couldn't dodge the rain of arrows, so they could only learn from the first wave of savages who rushed onto the bridge deck in front of them, gritting their teeth and jumping off the bridge deck.

I heard the screams continue to sound, and several ferocious river fish shaped like crocodiles, but with a single horn as sharp as a knife on their heads, suddenly emerged from the water. The teeth of these river fish were extremely sharp, and they opened their mouths and pounced frantically towards the wild men, whose arms and thighs were bitten off by the river fish, and the blood quickly spread in the river water.

The nearby river was boiling, and I don't know how many ferocious river fish rushed to it, opened their mouths and rushed towards the wild people who had fallen into the water.

The arrows kept falling, and the savages on the suspension bridge could not advance or retreat, and the situation was extremely embarrassing.

The elder of the clan who used the wind exhalation technique breathed a sigh of relief, and he laughed and said, "These barbarians, they are here to die again. I always come to our Mengcun three or five times a year to disturb him, and every time he returns with a fiasco, this is a credit to our Mengcun!"

The villagers burst out laughing and watched with joy the beautiful scene of the rain of arrows slaughtering the savages.

Just when all the attention of the villagers was attracted by the wild men on the pontoon bridge, the sky suddenly darkened.

As soon as Beg looked up, he saw nearly a hundred large eagles with a wingspan of more than five feet falling rapidly from the sky.

With a piercing shriek, hundreds of small, feathered garments, and their exposed skin were also covered with various embroidery patterns, and they leapt from the eagle's back with spears in hand.

These savages landed directly in the ranks of the villagers, and the spears in their hands stabbed fiercely at the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, nearly 100 villagers were stabbed with spears and fell to the ground in blood.

The big eagles swooped straight down at the village women who were standing on a high place and fired their bows and arrows, and their huge claws flew down, and after grabbing a few village women indiscriminately, they flew high into the sky, hovering in the air.

The queue of the villagers was suddenly chaotic, and the flying arrows suddenly stopped.

The dogcub's long sword suddenly fell to the ground, and he hissed and roared, "Damn, why did the bird man join forces with them?"

It was too late, and then it was too fast, and a spear was already like a poisonous snake, piercing the heart of the dog cub with a 'sizzle' sound.

By the time the cub saw the spear, he was powerless to dodge.

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