Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Jue He, the leader, was wounded, but the other Shabone men never stopped charging.

Baiyin's figure froze slightly, glanced at Juehe who was half kneeling on the ground, snorted coldly, didn't say anything, took a step forward and continued to charge forward.

"I reminded you a long time ago, be careful of the spells of Central Plains practitioners."

Jue He took a look at the gurgling blood, the dense bone wound, and the mouthparts also kept bleeding.

"what!"

He roared, and the copper bell's eyes were full of annoyance.

"A skinny horse from the Central Plains dares to hurt my sand-bone tribe, die!"

After all, with his intact left hand, he picked up the lifeless corpse of his companion on the ground, with a sudden force, he directly pulled down the opposite right arm, then aimed at the wound, and pressed it directly on his damaged shoulder.

click-

There was a crisp sound from the bones.

A string of muscles sprouted, and the flesh and blood regrown at a speed visible to both eyes, connecting his lost shoulder with his companion's arm.

In the distance, Wang Xiaoran was shocked when he saw this scene.

Rebirth of severed limbs?

Isn't this a powerful physique that can only be possessed by high-grade warriors?

A sand-bone tribe barbarian, unexpectedly has such ability?
How could the other Sandbone Race not?

and many more.

Could it be that this is the strength of the strong sandbone tribe?

"Central Plains skinny horse, die for me!"

Before he had time to think about it, the monster's yelling came from his ears. Wang Xiaoran calmed down and scattered around with other disciples.

Multiplayer spells, if activated once, will consume a lot of spiritual energy, and it also needs to be done. Now that they have entered a close combat, the best way to deal with it is to spread out, and then take care of each other, and defeat each other one by one.

boom--

There was a loud noise suddenly.

A giant weapon of the sand-bone tribe barbarians fell down.

The crude blade was even stained with rust.

This weapon can't be called a sharp weapon at all, it's already so blunt that it can't even cut through the flesh.

Of course, in the hands of the sand-bone tribe, its function is not to cut anything, but to smash it!
Yellow sand everywhere.

Wang Xiaoran's figure moved, his gray robe fluttering in the wind.

She flew a few feet away, opened her five fingers, and when she clenched her fist again, there were already rootless and slender silver needles like steel nails in the gaps between her fingers.

"go with!"

Swah——

The silver needle shot out, hitting a gap in the bone armor of a Sandbone Tribe...

The poisonous and demonic energy lingered on the needle.

This Sandbone Tribe man wanted to raise his weapon and swing it out again, but soon he found that his limbs were limp, and his copper-colored skin turned blue-purple.

Poisoned!

No matter how huge the body is, no matter how strong the body is, as long as it starts to attack from the inside, it will collapse in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Xiaoran solved a sand-bone tribe.

Elder Zhou is naturally not to be outdone, she has been overwhelmed by Wang Xiaoran in the sect, and she has never been able to get a rise in status, so she just wants to get the results in this battle and go back to get further approval from the suzerain.

So, alone, she fought against two powerful sand-bone tribes.

When the other party saw her companion die from poisoning, she also became a little more vigilant, always staring at Elder Zhou's hands, whenever she took out the silver needle, they would dodge.

However, Elder Zhou was old after all, and his mind was active, so she didn't use the silver needle again, she turned around and clenched her hands, full of demon energy.

"Heh, the barbarians of the Shabone Tribe, today I want you to see the strength of my cultivator Dayu!"

Although the magic way has always been cast aside by people.

But that's also part of Dayu.

Facing foreigners, Elder Zhou's arrogance also came up at this moment, and at the same time, she wanted to show Wang Xiaoran who was the stronger of the two of them.

boom!
Unexpectedly, Elder Zhou aimed his cuff at a sand-bone tribe and shot out two streams of devil energy at the same time.

After the pale pink magic energy was shot out, it turned into two dragons, baring their teeth and claws.

If Wei Canglan was here and saw this scene, he would feel a strong disobedience.

what does it mean?You are all pink now, why are you so overbearing when you fight?
There are several violations.

The pink magic dragon.

So weird.

"What a fool!"

The two sand-bone men did not retreat but advanced, and rushed towards the dragon together.

Two muffled sounds.

I saw the bone armor on the two of them suddenly shattered, but their figures never stopped.

Elder Zhou is in the stage of casting spells, and she thinks that the magic energy can knock them down.

It was completely unexpected that they relied on the protection of the bone armor to charge forward.

A dodge was not in time, and Elder Zhou was hit by a blunt weapon from the opponent when he turned sideways.

boom!
It was muffled again.

With this sap blow, Elder Zhou's eyes went dark and he was almost killed on the spot.

Relying on instinct, she fled and flickered again and again, pulled away several feet away, and then began to pant violently.

"I didn't expect these bastards to be so tyrannical."

"unwise!"

She quickly sat down and adjusted her breath while looking at the other disciples on the battlefield, hoping that this battle would end as soon as possible.

However, she was disappointed.

The war situation is not optimistic.

Except that Wang Xiaoran and her confidants can kill a few Shabone tribe monsters.

The other disciples no longer have the powerful offensive of group spells, and they are alone and weak. They have no room to fight back against the menacing Sand Bone Clan, so they can only run away in a panic.

Elder Zhou even saw a huge monster compared to other barbarians, directly grabbed a disciple, pulled her by the hair, and slammed it on the ground.

"what!"

The disciple screamed, his face was covered in blood, and his body was twisted.

Apparently, her internal organs were damaged and her bones were broken.

"hateful!"

During the melee, Wang Xiaoran, who sensed something was wrong, looked behind and saw Elder Zhou was wounded there adjusting his breath, and cursed secretly:
"Old waste, useless at all."

Then, she felt a chill coming from behind her.

Before she had time to look back, she relied on her instinct for danger, put her feet on the ground, and swayed sideways.

In an instant, a gust of wind blew past.

There was a dust storm around.

Taking a breather, Wang Xiaoran looked towards the place where he was standing, and saw a mallet full of iron nails smashing a deep hole on the solid ground, which was as deep as a person.

And the owner of the mace is the leader, Jue He, who was injured by the group spell just now.

"Skinny horse, you make me feel very uncomfortable."

"I've decided that I won't kill you here."

"I want to bring you back and give it to Mr. Li Gu, let him taste some of the skinny horses from the Central Plains."

Wang Xiaoran is not a vegetarian either.

Her strength is about the same as Jiang Xueer's, and her personality is also stronger. She snorted coldly and cursed:

"Chop Suey, don't even think about it."

"This girl will kill you now!"

While speaking, she hastily made a tactic, and five more silver needles appeared between her fingers, and the magic energy, spells, and silver needles shot out together.

The silver needle bends and moves like a small snake.

Jue He thought he had seen through her tricks and was about to attack, but found that the silver needle never fell, and was always planning around, blocking his sight.

"You Central Plains people's tricks are ridiculous."

As he spoke, he raised his mace and waved it towards him.