Chapter 8: Alliance Army ()

A little light flashed in front of him, and Wuqi's instinctive body rolled back eighteen times, avoiding the rear of the arrow tower.

"Du", a muffled sound, a thorn four feet, five or six inches long, as thin as a little finger, flying over the body as sharp as a needle, and deeply penetrated into the ground seven or eight feet away from behind. The thorn flew over, and Wuqi smelled a faint fishy sweet smell, which was obviously highly poisonous.

Just now, two strong men were unable to dodge and were shot into their bodies by the same thorn. In just two or three breaths, the two strong men suddenly turned black and fell to the ground. Their bodies twitched rapidly, and the two strong men, two meter-tall men, quickly shrank into the size of ordinary children. Dirt blood was sprayed out from their seven orifices, and soon stained with large pieces of ground.

Wuqi's scalp was numb when he saw it. The toxicity of this thorn is so domineering.

At least seven or eight hundred savages rushed out with a roar across the river. They held strong bows wrapped in tree vines and kept shooting out one thorn after another. With the sound of breaking wind, waves of thorns fell like raindrops, killing the villagers near the suspension bridge in a mess.

There were more than thirty savages with the fastest legs, just two or three waves of thorns. They had already rushed straight along the floating bridge and rushed to the side of the suspension bridge.

The old clan who had just talked to Wuqi suddenly raised Li's stick, his left five fingers looked like Qu Feiqu, and after pinching a strange seal, he took a breath. The short and shriveled old clan's chest suddenly raised high, and he roared in a muffled voice, and his five fingers suddenly shrank and released.

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

A wave of thorns just fell from the air, and the strong wind rolled up the thorns and shot at the savages who were about to rush to the suspension bridge. More than thirty savages were so scared that they threw down their strong bows and jumped up and plunged into the river. Several savages jumped a little slower, and the thorns penetrated deeply into their bodies. In just a blink of an eye, they were all black and dead.

Wuqi stared at the clan elder with his slight glint. This move is also introduced in the "Stolen Sutra". It is the most superficial and basic five-element spell, the mutant Feng Hu Technique of Yi Wood. The clan elder's cultivation is not high, and the strong wind that rolls up only covers a range of more than ten feet.

Once the master of the wind-wailing technique is used, it can change the climate of thousands of miles. This is something that the elders of this wilderness village cannot do.

A harsh sound of wind breaking came from above the heads. The villagers on several arrow towers had already pulled out strong bows and crossbows, and dozens of arrows shot down. The savages who jumped into the river just showed their heads from the water, and the powerful arrows hit their bodies one after another and shot them to death in the water.

The savage leader who was surrounded by black smoke on the opposite side of the river howled angrily. He raised his hands and screamed strangely, his body was squeezing for a while. The little mouth of the miserable green skeleton in the black smoke opened, and another green fireball spewed out.

The clan boss shouted, and the villagers beside the suspension bridge dodged one after another. The villagers on duty on the arrow tower used all their strength to pull up the sling and wanted to put away the suspension bridge. However, the fireball flew towards the arrow tower with the sling. With a loud bang, the green fireball exploded, and half of the arrow tower was blown to pieces. Several villagers on the arrow tower were blown to pieces, and the suspension bridge fell heavily.

The wild people screamed excitedly, and they dropped their strong bows, drew out broad swords from behind, and rushed towards the floating bridge with a scream.

The savage leader roared to the sky with a proud roar, and a large group of savages rushed out of the dense forest behind him. This wave of savages was a thousand people, holding various weapons, and rushed towards the village head with cheers and leaping.

The sound of rapid footsteps sounded from behind. The young and strong men in the village heard the sound of the warning horns, and they grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the village head. Meng Village was prosperous, and there were 1,300 young and strong men organized, and they were all strong and stout heroes.

The dog took out two long swords from somewhere and threw one for Wuqi.

"Brother Wuqi, be careful. Damn, the two tribes of Qi Fuman and Hua Zuman have joined forces! Hey, otherwise they will have the courage to come and touch our Mengcun?"

Wuqi took the long sword casually, and his wrist suddenly sank. He grinned and looked at the puppy, Wuqi smiled bitterly in his heart.

The sword is five feet long, just as wide as an ordinary person's palm. The thickest part of the sword spine is as thick as an inch and three minutes, and the weight is nearly 100 kilograms. The group of thick men in Mengcun are just suitable. Their strength and size are enough to exert the strongest lethality of the sword. But for Wuqi, the sword is too heavy, too long, and too thick, and he can almost use the sword as a shield!

He smiled bitterly and inserted the sword on the ground. Wuqi looked around and pulled up a thorn shot from the savage from the ground.

The thorn's little finger is four feet, five or six inches long, and weighs only about two pounds, and is extremely tough. Wuqi gently pulled it with his finger. The hardness of the thorn is comparable to that of ordinary pig iron. This guy is just right for Wuqi, not to mention that this thing has a very poison and its lethality is not as good as that of the giant sword.

The dog looked at Wuqi in shock and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Oh, Brother Wuqi, your strength! In our Meng Village, you can't find a woman even if you want to find it!"

The bastard's words were not malicious at all, but purely a kind-hearted ridicule. Wuqi's face suddenly turned red. He looked at the giant sword inserted on the ground and shook his head. He really couldn't use this thing. Although he had inherited the "Stolen Sutra", he had not had time to practice orthodoxly, and he had not transformed into a superman before he could transform himself!

Taking a deep breath, Wuqi stood beside the dog with a thorn in his hand. The thorn was firmly held in his hand, and a faint cold air spread out around him. Wuqi slowly injected the innate true water spirit into the thorn, and the tip of the thorn actually brought a layer of light water light.

Another dense sound of footsteps sounded, and more than a thousand female villagers rushed out of the village with strong bows and crossbows. They occupied the heights behind the arrow tower, either on the roof, on the rocks, or on the treetops, and pulled their bows and shot arrows.

The screams kept ringing, and the savages rushing towards them like crazy beasts fell down on the spot. Arrows as thick as thumbs penetrated deeply into their bodies, and burst out from the other side of their bodies, but no blood was splashed out.

The savage who was caught in the arrow screamed, and his body twitched and suddenly died of stiffness. Like the savages, the arrows in Mengcun were also highly poisonous. Anyone who was shot by the arrows, even if they were not injured, was absolutely helpless.

The savage leader standing on the other side of the river howled in anger. He gritted his teeth and began to twist his waist and buttocks again, and suddenly two blood spurted out of his nostrils. The black air wrapped around him floated, and the miserable green skull in the black air made a sound like a ghost crying and howling. He opened his mouth suddenly and sprayed out three green fireballs the size of a fist.

Several old men shouted loudly, and the villagers standing near the suspension bridge retreated quickly.

Three green fireballs roared across the river and smacked heavily near the bridgehead. Three loud noises came, and three large pits of several feet in diameter were blown up on the ground of the bridgehead. Large areas of green flames splashed everywhere, making it more than ten feet unable to gain a foothold.

The villagers who retreated quickly disrupted the village women's team and caused their archery speed to drop suddenly.

In just a moment, dozens of the tallest and most ferocious savages with the most ferocious embroidery on their bodies had already rushed to the suspension bridge. They pulled out the small hand axe inserted on their belts, and howled and threw the axe towards the villagers.

An old clan roared: "Shield!"

Dozens of large shields made of several layers of animal skin were suddenly raised, firmly blocking the villagers.

Each of these savages carried twelve hand axes, and hundreds of hand axes came with the sound of breaking the wind and hit the big shield heavily.

Dozens of villagers holding large shields were shocked by the huge force on the axe and retreated continuously. Several people were shocked and spit out blood, but they still straightened their bodies tightly and held up their shields. Wuqi saw blood vessels rising on their arms, and their palms and tiger's mouth muscles were shattered, and the blood flowed down the shield.

The dog slapped Wuqi with his elbow and roared in a low voice: "Brother Wuqi, don't be distracted. These barbarians may not have any idea of ​​coming to attack our village. If you are not careful, you will die!"

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen hand axes had already passed through the gap between the big shields and blasted into the village's queue.

A scream sounded, and more than a dozen strong men from Mengcun were beaten from the ground by a hand axe, and blood was sprayed out in their mouths. A strong man happened to be hit by a hand axe in his chest, and his entire chest was sinking, and several ribs were poked out from behind him.

The dog cried out, "Oh no, Uncle Meng is gone!"

Seeing that the hand axe effectively killed the villagers, the wild people cheered one after another.

An old man suddenly screamed, and the arrows that had just been sparse suddenly became dense again. More than a thousand strong village women shot arrows together, and the rain of arrows blocked the suspension bridge to airtightly. The dozens of savages who threw their hand axes screamed, and at least half of them were shot like sieves.

The suspension bridge is only 15 feet wide, and the bridge deck behind is already crowded with savages walking with them. The dozen savages in front are unable to dodge when they see arrows and rain. They can only follow the first wave of savages who rushed onto the bridge deck in front and grit their teeth and jump off the bridge deck.

There was only a constant sound of screams, and several fierce river fish, shaped like crocodiles, had a sharp single-horned sword on their heads, suddenly emerged from underwater. The teeth of these river fish were extremely sharp, and they opened their mouths and rushed towards the savages frantically. The arms and thighs of the savages were bitten from their bodies by the river fish, and blood quickly spread in the river water.

The nearby river water boiled, and countless fierce river fish rushed over and opened their mouths and rushed towards the savages who fell into the water.

Arrows kept falling, and the savages on the suspension bridge could not advance or retreat, and the situation was extremely awkward.

The elder of the clan who used the Hufeng technique to breathe a sigh of relief, and he laughed and said, "These barbarians are here to seek death again. They always come to our Meng Village to harass three or five times a year, and they are defeated every time. This is to give credit to our Meng Village!"

The villagers laughed loudly and enjoyed the wonderful scene of the continuous massacre of savages in the rain of arrows.

Just as the villagers were all attentive to the savages on the pontoon bridge, the sky suddenly darkened.

Wuqi looked up suddenly and saw nearly a hundred eagles with a wingspan of more than five feet rapidly falling from a high altitude.

Accompanied by a harsh whistle, hundreds of short statures, covered in feathers, and exposed skin, were also covered with various embroidered patterns, jumped off the back of the eagle with a spear in hand.

These savages landed directly in the queue of villagers, and stabbed them fiercely with spears in their hands.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred villagers were stabbed by spears and fell to the ground in blood.

The big eagles rushed straight at the village women standing on high places to shoot arrows. They rushed down with huge claws. After grabbing a few village women, they flew high into the sky and kept hovering in the air.

The village people's queue was in chaos, and the flying arrows suddenly stopped.

The dog's long sword suddenly landed on the ground, and he hissed and said, "Damn it, why did Birdman join forces with them?"

It was soon after that, and a spear was already like a poisonous snake, stinging the dog's heart with a "hissing" sound.

When the puppy saw the spear, he was powerless to dodge.
Chapter completed!