A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Qingqiu Mountain, outside the secret realm.

A melee ensued.

Xiong Zhentian, Shi Li, Yan, and Yan Changsheng each faced off against a Nascent Soul Stage monk.

These monks were created by Qiu Sheng using his resources.

Unstable foundation.

If it weren't for the endless talismans and magic weapons, it wouldn't be able to withstand the attack of the transformed demon.

What the monks couldn't understand was that the big demon actually had an iron rod in the shape of a chicken leg.

That's iron!

What a big one!

What's even more outrageous is that the iron rod can also vibrate...

If you hit it, you will die, if you rub it, you will be injured.

Who said that monsters are not good at using weapons?

Xiao Qi did not hold the iron rod. But there is a vibrating short spear in his hand.

He's a bigger threat.

Not participating in direct combat. Hide behind and throw rocks.

crack shot……

Make a group of strong men miserable.

There is a big difference between Fang Yuan and Yuanying monks. But the sword-and-fire style he realized made up for this shortcoming.

The long knife was wrapped in a wave of blue flames.

Sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes big and sometimes small.

There seems to be a plan, but there is no trace to be found.

The opponent has no way of guessing whether his next attack will be a sword or a flame, high temperature or an explosion.

Fang Yuan relied on his fast and erratic fighting style to fight a Nascent Soul cultivator and it was hard to tell them apart.

Even burning the opponent's head until not even a blade of grass can grow.

Araguan Ruoxue sat cross-legged on the ground. With a Yao Qin, the two Nascent Soul cultivators were unable to lift their heads.

The mob's intelligence is not high, but it has strength.

He rushed into the group of monks and discharged his electricity randomly, kicking and biting.

The other side had no choice but to separate a Nascent Soul cultivator to lead it elsewhere.

Han Xinshuang was completely impressed.

The satin-like white long tail is elusive. Like a sickle that harvests life.

At the same time, the charm talent is activated.

The monks who caught her gaze turned against them and started fighting with their own people.

If Qiu Yu hadn't taken the initiative to contain Han Xinshuang, the hundreds of monks who came to encircle and suppress her were not enough for her to kill alone.

Qiu Yu is Qiu Sheng's biological uncle, and he has endless treasures in his hands.

The magic weapons are used one after another.

A lot of talismans were thrown out. Taking pills is like eating.

There were six or seven layers of protective shields on his body.

Han Xinshuang couldn't do anything to him in a short time.

On the other hand, those monks who came to join in the fun were miserable.

There are three demons in Qingqiu Mountain who have not completely transformed. His strength is comparable to the peak of the Dan Formation stage.

Hundreds of little nine-tailed foxes are not very powerful, but they all have the talent of charm.

Constantly acting as a distraction.

More than a dozen nine-tailed foxes of different shapes showed their might.

Let’s call them nine-tailed foxes.

Bald, twitchy, nagging, muscular...

The monks were beaten until they could not find Bei.

The most egregious one is a powerful nine-tailed fox with fur only on the tip of its tail.

Every move is inseparable from the next three routes, and every move cuts off the roots of descendants.

Regardless of gender, there is no taboo on raw or cold food.

The ground was covered with chicken feathers and they were wailing.

This battle established the prestige of Qingqiu Mountain and the reputation of the Nine-tailed Fox.

Although Yan Changsheng shouted the slogan "leave no one behind". But in fact, the newborn little nine-tailed fox is not yet capable of fighting.

Besides, there are three or four times as many monks as they do.

There was no way they could be stopped when they were running away.

The nine-tailed foxes tried their best to pursue them, but they still let more than half of the monks go.

The nine-tailed fox is a cannibal.

It's just that Yan Changsheng took care of Jiang Yu's emotions and had already issued an order prohibiting cannibalism.

So they only bring back some loot.

The corpses were thrown at the foot of the mountain to be used as fertilizer.

The balance of high-level battles also gradually tilted towards the demon clan.

Everyone has a way to save their lives by staying at the bottom of the box.

A battle at the Nascent Soul level is easy to win but difficult to kill.

The big monsters pressed down on the Nascent Soul cultivator and beat him, but they couldn't kill him.

Just when the battle was getting tense, several Nascent Soul monks suddenly died without warning.

They are Qiu Sheng's slaves.

Death at the same time means that the outcome of the battle in the secret realm has been decided.

Qiu Yu cried out sadly: "Nephew!"

He raised his hand and shot a dozen disposable magic weapons towards Han Xinshuang.

By the time the smoke dissipated, the person had fled more than ten feet away.

"Zheng!"

Aragaki Ruoxue suddenly plucked the strings, and two thick walls of water instantly trapped Qiu Yu in the air.

The water pressure continued to increase, and it turned into a crystal-like solid.

This is not an ice cube.

The temperature inside is rising rapidly.

Fang Yuan understood and fired two fire dragons to help heat the water wall.

If you can't beat him to death, you will suffocate him to death; if you can't suffocate him to death, you will boil him to death.

Han Xinshuang put away her snow-white tail, raised her hands and flipped her wrists twice.

Twist your waist, lift your hips, shake your hips.

He sang softly in his mouth: "West, west, west, west, west, west. Boo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."

This is exactly Jiang Yu's war dance.

The same war dance, she danced with a different style.

Pleasant to the eye.

Everyone knows that the nine-tailed fox is good at enchantment. Little do they know that their strongest talents are learning and imitation.

Jiang Yu only danced the war dance twice in front of Han Xinshuang before she learned the essence of it.

Xiong Zhentian's opponent suddenly died in battle. When he was about to chase down the other monks, he saw Han Xinshuang dancing.

Suddenly stopped.

Two small eyes stared at Han Xinshuang.

This war dance is much more powerful than the war dance of the Black Dragon Clan. It can at least triple the physical strength.

It's a pity that Xiong Zhentian doesn't have a photographic memory.

I threw it away after reading it and didn’t remember it at all.

Han Xinshuang finished the war dance in a charming manner. Turned around in a circle.

When he stood still, he had already taken out the Fengqi Wutong short bow.

Hooked on a chicken leg arrow.

The bow is like the waning moon, and the movements are completed in one go.

Qiu Yu was trapped in Araguan Ruoxue's water prison. Originally, I felt confident relying on the shield. But at this moment, a strong uneasiness suddenly arose in my heart.

He shot more than a dozen talismans on his body one after another. The shields are put together layer by layer, and the light is dazzling.

Still worried, he beat his chest again and activated the blood escape technique.

"Oh!"

Qiu Yu violently broke into Xin Yuan Ruoxue's water prison.

His whole body was wrapped in blood, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Today's shame will be decided..."

"Boom!"

The sound of the bowstring covered his subsequent words.

To be precise, he was shot dead by Han Xinshuang.

More than a dozen layers of protective shields failed to provide any blocking effect.

No one even saw the shadow of the arrow.

The misty rain of blood dispersed in the wind.

Spiritual stones, five-element spiritual crystals, elixirs, broken magic weapons and talismans were like exploding gift bags, swaying all over the floor.

Han Xinshuang was also frightened by this arrow.

He patted his tall chest and exclaimed: "So fierce!"

A strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage was killed by her with one arrow. Not even a larger piece of bone was left.

Qiu Yu must have a treasure bag on him.

It was also shot by this arrow.

Han Xinshuang was stunned for a long time, and then felt a burst of heartache.

The treasure bag she has been coveting for a long time!

There were also chicken legs and arrows, and I don’t know where they flew!

lost heavily!

Araguan Ruoxue and Fang Yuan both looked at Han Xinshuang. They were all shocked by her blow.

How can the remaining monks still dare to fight?

It ran out quickly.

The Da Jing, who had disappeared since the war started, took small square steps and ran up to Han Xinshuang with his head held high.

Like offering a treasure, he put the still smoking arrow into Han Xinshuang's hand.

The arrow shaft exploded long before it was fired. All that was left of the arrow looked like a burnt chicken leg.

Han Xinshuang took the arrowhead and rubbed it on his face. There was still a cry in his mouth: "My treasure bag... treasure bag... bag... ah..."

For a moment I couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing.

It’s pretty miserable anyway.

At this time, a joking voice came from the direction of the secret realm: "Treasure bag? What a coincidence! I just picked one up."