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

The five silver needles were like five flying swords, circling and swaying around Jue He, but never actually landed an attack.

But it was this kind of harassment that made Jue He feel extra restless.

The mace swung out was already aimed at Wang Xiaoran's head, and it was about to smash her into a pulp.

But at this critical moment, the lingering flying needle would always strike from a tricky angle, collide with the mace, causing it to deviate from the original attacking track, and Wang Xiaoran was able to save danger every time.

She kept pinching the formula with her right hand to control the flying needle, while keeping her eyes on the surroundings, her figure moved and turned, lest other Sandbone Tribes rush to sneak attack from the perspective.

"hateful!!"

Juehe, whose mentality was exploded by the flying needle, roared angrily, and violently swung the mace forward.

Then there was the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong metal clashing.

No matter how he wields his weapon or from which angle he attacks, the final result is the same, the silver needle defuses the attack.

This made him unacceptable for a while.

Juehe is also considered a top expert in the Sand Bone Clan, his strength is comparable to that of Baiyin, and he has won the trust of Lord Ligu's heart, and he has never met an opponent in Mobei and Masi borders for many years.

Today, when I met Meihu Sect's flying needle technique, I was full of anger from being fought, but I couldn't vent it.

He believes that today's battle is not lost in force.

But the Central Plains cultivators are too cunning and always use strange spells to protect them well.

Jump up and down like a monkey.

The Shabone Race is most concerned about the competition of pure strength, and any Taoism or sorcery is worthless in their eyes.

But today, Juehe is trapped by the magic that he despises the most.

That kind of feeling is particularly aggrieved, as if you can't exert your strength, even if you hit it, it hits the cotton, soft, and there is no feedback when you click it.

In the end, he was dragged out of breath by the flying needle, looked at Wang Xiaoran not far away, who was still vigilant around him, snorted coldly, and said with a ferocious face:
"Skinny horse from the Central Plains, if you have the guts, you and I will have a real duel!"

Wang Xiaoran was unmoved, a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said teasingly:

"What is a real duel?"

"In our Dayu, as long as life and death are involved, it is a real duel."

"You can only feel that your Sand Bone Race's heads are not enough."

"It's pitiful to be so weak in the face of my spells."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiaoran, who was staring at Juehe, suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him again.

Without even thinking about it, her instinct for danger perception made her dodge to the side.

boom!
Same ending.

A huge hammer hit the ground, sending dust flying.

In the rolling yellow sand, Wang Xiaoran saw that extraordinarily huge figure.

From the looks of it, this is also a leader-level sand-bone tribe!

Wang Xiaoran didn't dare to take it lightly, while secretly manipulating the Feizhen, besieging Juhe, while generating a devilish energy in his left hand, ready to fight against the new guy in front of him.

Baiyin slowly got up from the deep hole, staring at Wang Xiaoran with wide eyes and said:

"It seems that you are the leader of these people?"

"Boss? Hehe."

Wang Xiaoran sneered:
"We Dayu people don't like to refer to capable people as leaders."

"That's what you barbarians say."

Bayin shook his head, stopped talking nonsense, and was not provoked. After that confrontation with the inexplicable strong man of Dayu, he became extra cautious.

Clenching the hammer in his hand, Bayin said coldly:
"These are not unimportant."

"Skinny horse, you must die here today."

"But before I do it, you should look at your kindred."

Being reminded like this, Wang Xiaoran, who had been paying special attention to the enemy, quickly looked sideways and looked around.

There were only a dozen disciples, and most of them had already been injured.

Some disciples with lower cultivation levels were even beaten to the point of lying on the ground, and it seemed that all the bones in their bodies were shattered.

There were also people whose clothes were messy and covered in blood, and were almost eaten and ruined by these sand-bone tribes.

In just a few shots, the disciples of the Meihu Sect had already lost half of their fighting power.

And the Sand Bone Race...

Oh, it's not much better either.

Most of them are also dead.

In the current situation, the sand-bone tribe has the upper hand.

Because neither of the two leaders died or was even wounded.

Juehe, who was attacked by the group spell just now, has also recovered, but at this moment his actions are restricted by Wang Xiaoran's flying needle technique.

Right now, the situation is not favorable for Wang Xiaoran.

Because there is no disciple around her who can help.

On the opposite side there are two other strong men from the Sandbone Tribe.

Gollum—

Wang Xiaoran's Adam's apple twitched, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

The Meihu Sect has never advocated the death of jade and stone.

Because the disciples in the sect are not strong in various spells.

It's their intelligence capabilities all over the world.

It is by relying on this advantage that the Meihu Sect can rank among the four sects of the Demonic Dao.

Internally, the Meihu Sect requires its disciples to know how to retreat when faced with danger.

Leave the green hills without worrying about no firewood.

But at this moment, Wang Xiaoran's heart was burning with flames.

Images of her sisters dying flashed through her mind.

Some are physically disabled, others are beyond recognition.

Obviously, they suffered inhuman torture during their lifetime.

The culprit is the group of barbarians in front of us!

If she didn't kill them on the spot today, how would she face the piles of bones of the dead when she went back.

Wang Xiaoran slowly relaxed her breathing, and after thinking everything through, she was ready to give it a go.

It is not without chance!
"Today, I will let you ignorant barbarians see the celestial figure of cultivator Dayu!"

call--

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up.

Demonic energy rose majesticly around her, swirling in the gust of wind, shaking the ground under her feet and the surrounding air.

The flying needle that was planning to be around Juehe was withdrawn at this moment and returned to Wang Xiaoran's cuff.

Her hair was lingering in the demonic energy, and it suddenly became snow white, like the snow lotus in the Spring Festival on the Kunlun Mountains in the northwest.

"What is this for? What spell is she going to cast?"

Feeling and feeling bad, without the restraint of Fei Zhen, he decided to give her a fatal blow.

Baiyin stopped in front of him:
"It's best not to rush forward."

"Did you forget the lesson just now?"

Juehe thought of his lost arm, exhaled heavily from his nostrils, and frowned to give up.

Wang Xiaoran, who was in front of the two, was surrounded by demonic energy.

in a blink.

Behind her are five fox tails, the same color as her hair.

Why five?
The number of tails represents the cultivation level of Meihu Sect disciples.

The greater the number, the stronger the strength.

The current suzerain, Jiang Huaishi, is Bawei.

Wang Xiaoran was originally a six-tailed man, who was already like Jiang Huaishi, but on a dark and stormy night, one of her tails was cut off by Wei Canglan's pet mount, Wei Xiaohua!