At dusk, with the setting sun like blood, everyone gathered together and Shi Pingfu told them his plan. Set off early the next morning, they were divided into two teams, with Meng Zhongliu, Pu Weisheng, Pu Yu, Zhou Ji, and Wei Shiqi at the front, and Wang Jin, Kou Yucheng, Zhang Guanfeng, and Huo Mian behind, four or five feet apart, echoing each other, along the Tongtian River. Going up the river, when they encounter a naked man, a voluptuous woman, an old man with a long beard, Wei and Kou will attack them head-on, while the others wait for their cameras to move, either to restrain or to kill them, to prevent them from escaping.
Shi Pingfu was good at planning. He used a few pebbles as demonstrations to explain in detail the contingency strategies for various situations. There were dozens of them, and even the most picky people could not see them. Any flaws. He always arranged for Wei Shiqi to be the leader, and Kou Yucheng to be the assistant, to face the impact of monsters and avoid putting others in danger. Wei and Kou had no objections, and everyone took it for granted that the former's great legal body was equivalent to The humanoid monster, the latter has been tempered in the Savage Bone Forest for many years and has rich experience. The two of them are the first to go up, so that they can fully demonstrate their strengths in swordsmanship.
However, the plan was not as fast as the change. Before it got dark, a sudden change occurred. The monsters in the Barbarian Bone Forest came and went, like a tide, rushing to Liren ditch and arriving at the wooden wall of the Turen village. Outside, at a glance, hundreds of red eyes appeared one after another, roaring in a low voice and pressing forward step by step
Kou Yucheng was horrified. He had not yet had time to reveal Qiuzidi's secrets. Abnormally, the demonic beasts over there have already invaded in large numbers. Seeing that their advance and retreat are well-organized, it is obvious that there is an expert behind them.
The sky was getting darker little by little, and the beasts were several feet away from the wooden wall and remained motionless. Shi Pingfu realized that they were waiting for nightfall, but he didn't pay much attention. Most of the incoming beasts were animals, and few birds. There was nothing they could do with the sword, and when the sky dawned, where could they escape to? It was just that the natives in the village could not protect them, and could only let them fend for themselves. He called Jin Buhuan, the leader of the native tribe, and ordered him to prepare a lot of torches. The young and middle-aged men stayed behind and fought at night, while the women and children evacuated to the cliff peak and found a cave to hide.
The Barbarian Bone Forest is rich in a kind of "fat vine", which can burn for a long time after being ignited. The natives often use it for lighting. Jin Buhuan was very farsighted and prepared hundreds of fat vines early, tied them into torches and stored them in the cellar. In the middle, at this moment, the monster was attacking in the middle of the night, but he did not panic. He commanded calmly, shouted sternly, and ordered the natives to insert torches all over the wooden walls and light them one by one, lighting up the village as bright as day.
The Kunlun sword cultivator leaned against the wooden wall and faced off against the monsters, each one eager to try.
While no one was paying attention, Kou Yucheng quietly moved to Shi Pingfu's side and nipped his ears for a while. Shi Ping remained calm, nodded slightly, glanced at Qiu Zidi, and whispered a few words to him.
The night is like a curtain, the stars and the moon are disappearing, and the native village is surrounded by firelight, which shines on everyone's face with uncertainty.
Xiaodie had already evacuated to Cliff Peak along with the first group of women and children. Jin Buhuan felt a little calmer. He realized that this attack of monsters was unusual. There were too many beasts, even with Kunlun. If the sword cultivator comes to his aid, the village may not be able to be saved. He has some regrets, noSeize the opportunity to have a good relationship with Master Wei Xian. If he bets all his chips, he might be able to win a chance for himself. For now, he can only resign himself to his fate.
Shi Pingfu squinted his eyes and repeatedly scanned the dark savage forest. He didn't find the mastermind behind the scenes. He sneered secretly and thought to himself: "You clown, let's see how long you can hide!"
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He made a hidden gesture towards Wei Shiqi, indicating that he should come forward to explore the truth.
Wei Shiqi took out the five-color divine light sickle from his sword pouch, put it on his shoulder, and strode forward with a ferocious smile on his lips. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes stained with There was a faint layer of blood red on his face, and the violent energy that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time was erupting like a volcano, unstoppable.
The beasts suddenly became commotion, roaring, cowering, provoking, bluffing, wanting to advance and then retreating, and so on. In the midst of the chaos, a Jinwen clouded leopard suddenly jumped down from the top of the tree, stretched out its front paws, and fell on its head. Wei Shiqi paused in his steps and punched out, hitting the vital part of its body. The clouded leopard seemed to have lost its weight and rolled upside down. When he came out, the place where he was hit by the punch was intact, but a big bump bulged out on the other side of his body. The skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the internal organs were crushed into a pulp, mixed with congestion and blood spurting out.
Wei Shiqi's cruel methods aroused the anger of the crowd, and the monsters swarmed forward with the same hatred.
Under the jumping firelight, a pale silver light lit up, and the five-color divine light scythe waved at the waist. In a trance, the flying scythe turned into the skeleton of the Maurya King, with the beak as the tip, the head as the blade, and the spine as On the handle, five-colored feathers were circling and flying, exuding the breath of death. Wherever the silver light touched, it was destroyed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Blood was raining down, and Wei Shiqi did not dodge. He was bathed in the blood, and his clothes were soaked. He did not use any magical powers. He waved the divine light sickle with his right hand to harvest lives, and activated the Penglai bag with his left hand to absorb souls. , hundreds of monster beasts were slaughtered in a few breaths.
Everyone looked at each other, chills rose in their hearts, and their faces became a little ugly. A "Mule" who was a human-male hybrid and had no descendants was so powerful that they seemed a little incompetent in comparison.
Shi Pingfu sighed lowly and said: "The legendary scythe of the God of Death is nothing more than this..."