Chapter 8 Coalition

A little light flashed in front of him, and Wu Qi's instinctive body rolled back eighteen laps in a row, avoiding the back of the arrow tower.

'Duh', with a muffled sound, a thorn four feet five or six inches long, the thickness of the little finger, and sharp as a needle flew past Wu Qi's body and sank deeply into the ground seven or eight feet behind. The thorn flew past, and Wu Qi smelled a faint smell of fishy sweetness. The thorn was obviously highly poisonous.

Among the group of villagers just now, two strong men were unable to dodge and were shot into the body by the same thorn. That is, in two or three breaths, the two strong men suddenly fell to the ground with blackened bodies. Their bodies twitched rapidly, and the two strong men, two meters tall, quickly shrunk to the size of ordinary children. The dirty blood spurted out of their seven orifices and quickly stained a large area of ​​the ground.

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

Across the river, at least seven or eight hundred savages rushed out screaming 'Ow Ow'. They held strong bows entwined with vines, shooting thorn after thorn. With the sound of 'chichi', waves of thorns fell like raindrops, causing the villagers near the suspension bridge to be in a state of embarrassment.

There are more than 30 savages who have the fastest legs, but it is only two or three waves of thorns. They have already rushed straight along the pontoon bridge, and they can rush to the side of the suspension bridge.

The elder of the clan who was talking to Wuqi suddenly raised his cane, his left hand five fingers were like a curve, and after pinching a strange seal, he took a sharp breath. The short and shriveled clan elder's chest suddenly bulged high, he let out a roar, and his five fingers suddenly shrank.

A gust of wind rolled up flatly on the flat ground, covering a space of more than ten feet in a radius.

A wave of thorns just fell from the sky, and the strong wind rolled up the thorns and shot at the wild men who were about to rush to the suspension bridge. Thirty or so savages were so frightened that they dropped their strong bows and jumped up and plunged into the river with all their might. A few savages jumped a little slower, and the thorns sank deeply into their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, they were all black and breathless.

Wu Qi stared at the clan elder with a naked eye. This trick is also introduced in "Stealing Scripture". It is the most basic and basic five-element spell, a variant of Yimu-like spells. The clan elder's cultivation base was not high, and the gust of wind that rolled up only covered a radius of more than ten feet.

The skill of exhaling the wind, once performed, can change the climate of thousands of miles. This is something that the clan elders of this wilderness village cannot do.

There was a piercing sound of breaking wind from overhead, and the villagers on several arrow towers had already pulled their bows and crossbows, and dozens of arrows were shot down with a strange whistle. Those savages who jumped into the river just emerged from the water, and powerful arrows hit their bodies one after another, shooting them to death in the water.

The savage leader who was surrounded by black smoke on the other side of the river howled angrily. He raised his hands and shouted strangely, and his body danced and danced for a while. The tragic green skeleton in the black smoke opened a small mouth, and another green fireball spewed out.

The clan boss shouted, and the villagers by the suspension bridge dodged one after another. The villagers on duty on the arrow tower pulled up the sling with all their strength, and were about to close the suspension bridge. But the fireball just flew towards the arrow tower on which the sling was hung. With a loud bang, a green fireball exploded, and the small half of the arrow tower was blown into a pulp. Several villagers on the arrow tower were blown to pieces, and the suspension bridge fell heavily.

The savages let out an excited cry. They dropped their strong bows and drew broad swords from their backs. They rushed over along the pontoon with a cry of 'Ow Ow'.

The savage leader roared proudly in the sky, and a large group of savages rushed out of the dense forest behind him. This wave of savages had a thousand people up and down, also holding weapons of various colors, cheering and rushing towards the head of the village.

The sound of rapid footsteps sounded from behind, and the young men in the village heard the warning horn, and they grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the village. The people of Mengcun are prosperous, and there are thirteen to four hundred young people organized, and all of them are strong and sturdy heroes.

The son of a bitch took out two long swords from nowhere, and threw one to Wuqi.

"Brother Wuqi, be careful yourself. Damn, the two tribes of Qifuman and Huazuman have joined forces! Hey, or they have the courage to touch our Mengcun?"

Wu Qi took the long sword casually, and his wrist sank immediately. Baring his teeth and grinning, he glanced at the son of a bitch, and Wu Qi had a bitter smile in his heart.

The sword was five feet long, and the width of an ordinary person's palm. The thickest part of the sword's spine was one-third of an inch thick, and it weighed nearly one hundred pounds. This group of sturdy men in Mengcun is just right for it. Their strength and size are enough to exert the most lethal power of this sword. But for Wu Qi, the sword was too heavy, too long, and too thick, and he could almost use it as a shield!

With a wry smile, he stabbed his sword on the ground, don't look left and right, and pulled out a thorn shot by a savage from the ground.

This thorn's little finger is thick, four feet five or six inches long, and weighs only about two pounds. It is extremely tough. Don't beg to pull it lightly with your fingers, the hardness of this thorn is comparable to that of ordinary pig iron. This guy is just right for Wuqi, not to mention that this thing is highly poisonous, and its lethality is not under that giant sword.

The son of a bitch looked at Wu Qi in astonishment, and shook his head in disapproval.

"Hey, Brother Wuqi, you are so strong! In our Mengcun, you can't find a woman you want!"

There is no malice in the words of the son of a bitch, it is purely a mockery of goodwill. Wu Qi's face suddenly turned red. He looked at the giant sword stuck on the ground, and still shook his head. This thing, he really can't use it. Although he inherited the "Stolen Scripture", he has not had time to practice orthodox, and he has not yet transformed into a superman!

Taking a deep breath, Wu Qi held the thorn in his hand and stood beside the son of a bitch. The thorn was firmly held in his hand, and a faint cold air spread out to the surroundings. Wu Qi slowly injected the Innate True Water Spirit Gang into the thorn, and the thorn tip actually had a faint water light.

There was another sound of dense footsteps, and more than a thousand female villagers rushed out of the village with strong bows and crossbows. They occupied the high places behind the arrow tower, either on the roof, on the rocks, or on the treetops, and drew bows and arrows one after another.

The screams continued to sound, and the savage who rushed like a mad herd collapsed on the spot. Thumb-thin arrows sank deeply into their bodies, and came out from the other side of their bodies, but no blood was spattered.

The savage who was hit by the arrow howled miserably, his body twitched for a while, and then he suddenly stiffened and died. Like the savages, Mengcun's arrows are also quenched with poison. Anyone who is hit by the arrows will never be saved, even if they are not hurt.

The savage leader standing on the other side of the river howled in exasperation. He gritted his teeth and began to twist his hips again. Suddenly, two blood spurted from his nostrils. The black air around him floated for a while, and the tragic green skull in the black air made a wailing sound like a wolf howl, opened his mouth sharply, and sprayed 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 smashed heavily near the head of the suspension bridge. Three loud noises came, and three large pits several feet in diameter were blasted on the ground at the bridge head, and a large green fire splashed and sprayed, making it impossible to stand for more than ten feet.

The villagers who retreated sharply disrupted the ranks of the village women, causing them to shoot arrows at a sudden drop.

In this moment of effort, dozens of wild men with the tallest stature and the most embroidered embroidery on their bodies have already swooped onto the suspension bridge. They pulled out the small hand axe stuck in their belts and threw the axe at the villagers screaming.

A clan elder roared: "Shield!"

Dozens of large shields made of several layers of animal skins stood up fiercely, blocking them firmly in front of the villagers.

Each of these savages carried twelve handaxes, and hundreds of them came with the sound of breaking wind, hitting the big shield heavily.

Dozens of villagers holding large shields were shocked by the huge force on the hand axe, and they retreated again and again. Wu Qi saw that the blood vessels on their arms burst out, the skin on their palms and the muscles of the tiger's mouth were shattered, and the blood dripped down the big shield all the way.

The son of a bitch slammed Wuqi with his elbow, and he roared in a low voice, "Brother Wuqi, don't be distracted. These savages dare to attack our village, but they may not have any ghost ideas. If you are not careful, you will die. of!"

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen hand axes had passed through the gap between the large shields and blasted into the queue of the villagers.

A tragic howl sounded, and a dozen strong men from Mengcun were knocked off the ground by the hand axe, and the blood spurted out of their mouths. There was a strong man who happened to be hit by a hand axe in the chest. His entire chest was sunken, and several ribs protruded from his back.

The son of a bitch shouted: "Damn, Uncle Meng is gone!"

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

A clan elder suddenly shouted, and the arrows that had just sparsed suddenly became denser again. More than a thousand strong village women shot arrows in volley, and the arrow rain blocked the suspension bridge. The dozens of savages who threw the hand axe just now screamed, at least half of them were shot like sieves.

The suspension bridge was only ten feet and five feet wide, and the deck behind it was already crowded with fellow savages. The dozen or so savages at the front couldn't dodge the arrows, so they could only learn from the first wave of savages that rushed to the bridge deck, and they gritted their teeth and jumped off the bridge deck.

Only the screams continued to sound, and several ferocious river fish with a shape like a crocodile, but with a single horn as sharp as a knife on their head suddenly drilled out of the water. The teeth of these river fish are extremely sharp, and they opened their big mouths and rushed towards the wild men frantically. The arms and thighs of the wild men were bitten off by the river fish, and the blood quickly spread in the river water.

The nearby river boiled, and I don’t know how many ferocious river fish rushed over, opening their mouths and rushing towards the savages who fell 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-breathing technique breathed a sigh of relief, and he laughed loudly: "These barbarians come to beg for their own death again. They always come to our Mengcun to harass them three or five times a year, and they fail miserably every time. Go back, this is to give credit to our Mengcun!"

The villagers laughed, enjoying the wonderful scene of the arrow rain slaughtering the savages in a relaxed manner.

Just when all the villagers' attention was drawn to the wild man on the pontoon, the sky suddenly darkened.

As soon as Wu Qi looked up, he saw nearly a hundred eagles with a wingspan of more than 50 feet rapidly falling from the sky.

Accompanied by the piercing screams, hundreds of short-statured savages with feathers on their bodies and their exposed skin also covered with various embroidered patterns quickly jumped down from the back of the eagle with spears in hand.

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

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

Those big eagles pounced straight at the village women who were standing at a high place, shooting bows and arrows, and their huge claws flew down. After randomly grabbing a few village women, they flew high into the sky. Constantly circling.

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

The son of a bitch's sword suddenly fell to the ground, and he hissed, "Damn, why did Birdman join forces with them?"

It was too late to say it, and a spear was already like a poisonous snake, piercing the puppy's heart with a 'hissing' sound.

When the son of a bitch saw the spear, he was powerless to dodge.

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