Refining the Mountains and Rivers Chapter 1615: Win in 2 battles
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Princess salutes with his palms upright, his eyes are warm and calm, "The patriarch of the thorns and you, please swear to the holy land with your own totem, my teacher Mengshan Dawu will become a witness to this vow."
Thorn took a deep breath, "Okay!"
She and the patriarchs of Heita, Chongshan, and Yanhe made an oath at the same time.
Prajna felt in his heart that the vow had been fulfilled, and he turned and left.
Qin Yu did not look back, "Baizhi, the dog is left."
A carriage in the team, pushed away from the inside, wrapped in a white robe, Bai Zhi with cold eyes, stepped out of it.
At the same time, outside the battlefield where the two barbarian armies are facing each other, the former disciple of the Li family, with long swords on their backs and pale faces, appeared from nowhere, coughing and walking.
The thorn's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said loudly: "The stubborn man is Zhongwuhou, I have the rules of the barbaric department. Fighting is judged by two wins in three games."
Qin Yu glanced at her, "No, as long as you can defeat, any one of the two under Ben Hou, even if I lose."
Bai Zhi walked to the front, a little unfamiliar with salute, her eyes were extremely calm.
The leftover dog is smiling bitterly, and he looks up at the Zhong Wuhou in front of him, "I am now half a cripple. Master Hou is very confident in me, so I am not afraid of losing?"
Qin Yu said lightly: "If you lose, you will die."
The dog frowned slightly and murmured: "It seems that this time, it is really going to be desperate."
Among the four coalition forces, the first one to fight was the barbarian named by Qin Yu.
He is a seemingly ordinary young barbarian. He is quite small in the clan, but since the patriarchs of the four major clans let him play, he is naturally very confident.
Qin Yu squinted his eyes, "Keep him alive."
Bai Zhi nodded, and stepped forward, her white robe was swept by the wind, drawing a proud curve. Among the four barbarians, laughter suddenly sounded and countless hot eyes fell on her chest.
She has a steady foot, her steps are not chaotic at all, just a pair of eyes, which are getting colder and colder now, as if they can freeze the whole world.
The young barbarian on the opposite side, obviously feeling the pressure, frowned, and suddenly stepped forward...the first step is better!
Boom——
There was a huge earthquake on the ground, and it shattered and split, and a huge stone puppet was summoned. Looking up to the sky and roaring, the stone puppet's eyes were filled with rich blood, and he lifted his big feet and stomped down.
Bai Zhi raised her head and stopped, and the wind blew her face, stirring her robe, making the curve that emerged more clear and attractive.
Above my head, the sky darkened, and the big feet of a stone puppet covered all the sky.
Huh----
A sword light suddenly appeared, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, whistling through the space, cutting through the stone puppets.
Bai Zhi turned around and left, behind a huge stone puppet, his body was divided into two, and the incision was neat and smooth like a mirror!
It fell to the ground and shattered into huge stones, while the young barbarian who summoned the stone statue on the opposite side frowned and said slowly: "Good swordsmanship."
A line of blood appeared between his eyebrows, and then his body was like a stone statue, and it became two halves. The internal organs fell on the ground, blood flowed, and the stench was pungent!
"Master Hou, the maidservant's sword can only kill and cannot save his life. Please forgive him." Bai Zhi did not look back, respectfully saluting, obviously knowing everything.
Qin Yu glanced at her and said faintly: "You helped Benhou win a round. I won't sin against you, but Madam may not be as good as me.
Talk. "
Bai Zhi's body is slightly stiff.
Qin Yu waved his hand and did not give her a chance to speak.
Bai Zhi took a breath, turned and walked towards the carriage.
At this moment, she is still slender, she is still the stunner who makes a man's mouth dry after a glance. But now, there is no longer any look in his eyes, daring to show blasphemous meaning, full of endless panic and awe.
The four powerful barbarians, including Hua Tiao, changed their expressions drastically, and their eyes showed anger. Obviously, they did not expect that a servant girl under the command of Zhongwuhou of Huangren had such a terrifying cultivation. That sword was extremely terrifying, even if they shot it, they might not be able to resist it.
Up to this point, the three generations of the Li family who wanted to be a dog for a living, sighed, "Jade is in front, what can I do?"
He glanced at Qin Yu, with a hint of resentment on his face.
Qin Yu turned a blind eye and repeated what he said just now, "If you lose, you will die."
The leftover dog sighed again, "Can't you put it another way? It's not lucky to die."
He shook his head and stepped forward, with a pale face on his face, full of helplessness, "Everyone on the other side, can you come to a weak point, and then take the initiative to hit my sword. My dog owes an adult favor, and I will definitely pay it back!"
Bai Zhi was in front of the shot, no one dared to underestimate it. In front of him, this seemingly half-dead, sick seedling was left hanging.
The Heita tribe chief took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said: "I will do it myself!"
Hua Ting squinted his eyes and did not express any objection, "He was indeed seriously injured. At most, he could only be hit by one blow. Be careful, don't lose your life!"
The patriarch of the Heita tribe licked the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry." He strode forward, and with each step he stepped down, the whole body became stronger and stronger.
"Cracking", the flesh and bones screamed, and the whole body swelled up, and the flesh and blood exposed to the outside appeared, like a black metal.
He grinned and strode forward, "Little white face, let me see how fast your sword is!"
The leftover dog murmured: "Little white face, in my hometown, in a sense, it's a compliment." When he was speaking, his feet suddenly moved, and the whole thing was like a stick, light and light. The feathers with little weight slide directly to the left.
The next moment, where the dog left his feet, it was instantly shattered, and the amount of violence splashed wanton.
The chief of the Black Tower tribe sneered again and again, "You ridiculous sword repairers, aren’t you the best at killing people? How do you know how to run! It seems that Xiao Bai Lian is Xiao Bai Lian, and it doesn’t make sense. Do you wait until you get to bed The one with the bayonet?"
The dog was expressionless, his face became a little paler, he dodges and continues to avoid, erratic like a shadow of Tao. No matter how one punch after another smashed the ground, he was always able to dodge it by a few minutes.
One thing, Hua Ting guessed right, his current state is indeed very bad, at most he can only play two swords. But in fact, as far as the dog is concerned, there is only one sword to make. Because, once the second sword is moved, he will die immediately. So he was waiting, waiting for his opponent to reveal his flaws, before he could hand out a fatal sword and completely cut off his vitality.
The patriarch of the Heita tribe cursed endlessly. He had already spoken a few swear words, and seemed to be annoyed, but in fact, the depths of his eyes were always cold.
Sick Yangzi has a little white face, waiting for the chance to make a sword, he has already felt this since the beginning of the fight. Because he felt a threatening aura from this little white face.
Not strong, but extremely suffocating,
It's like an ice blade that is as thin as a cicada's wings. Although it can be broken with a single flick, it can still be easily cut through the flesh and blood meridians and cause fatal damage as long as the speed is fast enough.
The patriarch of the Black Tower has deliberately exposed several flaws, but I don't know if he was too cautious, or because this little white face was timid and never did.
This made the Black Tower tribe patriarch couldn't help, frowning secretly, because in his current state, his own defenses are the strongest, but maintaining this state requires a lot of strength.
The little white face in front of him seemed to be unable to come up at once, and was going to be killed at any time, but it was slippery and not slippery.
Go on, and don't wait for a punch to kill him, I am afraid the black tower clan leader will have to reduce his own defense because of excessive loss of power.
Three punches in a row again, as fast as thunder, but the dog left seems to be able to gain insight into his shot trajectory in advance, and he can avoid it every time.
No more delays!
The chief of the Heita tribe took a deep breath, his chest bulged slightly, he screamed and stepped on his feet, his figure jumped into the air, knocked down and performed a secret technique unique to Heita.
The earth violently oscillated, shattered, and continued to collapse downwards. The force of terror restrained, surging from the cracks in the ground, like an invisible cage, suppressing the dog's leftovers.
Leaving the ground with both feet is a big flaw for the chief of the Black Tower tribe. He is attracting the dog to leave the sword. In the same way, this flaw is also a killer move. Even if the dog continues to avoid it, it will be imprisoned by the ground, and it will be difficult to escape in the end.
Whether it is a sword or not, there is only a dead end waiting for him!
Embarrassed and dodges a series of three punches~IndoMTL.com~The black-haired dog is soaked in sweat, and the paler face is left, standing in the cracks of the large area, still calm. He raised his head and looked at the black tower tribe chief in mid-air. Without hesitation, the long sword pierced out of its sheath. The whole process went smoothly, and it seemed that he had been waiting for this opportunity to make a sword from the beginning.
The eyes of the chief of the Black Tower tribe lit up suddenly, and a trace of ferocious chill came out, "Little white face..." He only had time to say three words, and he stiffened suddenly, looking down at his chest, and a transparent blood hole appeared , The heart that was supposed to be beating there has disappeared.
The sword just now was too fast, so fast that he could not see clearly at all, so fast that his heart and surrounding flesh and blood, at the moment of being stabbed, turned into powder, and was completely cut off. All alive!
The patriarch of the Heita tribe fell on his back, and the body that had swelled a few times recovered as before, and his violent and powerful aura disappeared.
The dog was left with a violent cough, and on his pale face, there was a trace of abnormal flushing. He covered his nose and mouth with one hand, while bending over and gasping for breath, it felt like the next moment he was about to cough his lungs. It's rotten, and it comes out along the nose and mouth.
"Huh...little white face...I can...be like you...come...praising me..." He stood up straight, wiped between his mouth and nose, his palms were scarlet, "but I... I'm still very upset..."
Turning around and walking back, looking at the crumbling dog leftover that can be knocked down with one finger, the dark tower powerhouse has red eyes.
Huh----
The Prajna figure appeared out of thin air, with a calm expression in the middle "Zhongwuhou won both battles, you lost."
Hana took a deep breath, bowed and bowed, "I wish to accept the bet, Master Prajna, I will leave now!"
She turned around and left.
The patriarchs of Chongshan and Yanhe, his expressions ginger, followed behind him.
Everyone in the Dark Tower Department, after a little hesitation, did not dare to move.