Chapter 340 The Barbarian King Shiwei

Everyone on Linger's side also took out their weapons at this moment and protected Qinger in the middle and carefully stared at the movement in the air. Qing'er waved a layer of ice-blue shield for everyone, and the barbarian king got underground early in the morning.

This fearful silence did not last long. A bright light flashed on the people floating in the sky mountains, and countless sword shadows fell to the ground like rain. Linger and others all danced their weapons like shields, and there was nothing wrong with unfolding their steps under their feet.

But they were not the only ones present, but also countless ordinary villagers behind them. These villagers have never seen such a battle. It was too late for the stunned villagers to reflect. The rain-like sword shadow has reached the top of their heads, and they can't hide.

"Ah!" A scream completely broke the tense situation, and then the continuous screams sounded into a unique death symphony.

Linger and others who heard the screams frowned and were almost hit by the falling sword rain. Several people looked at each other and nodded, slowly approaching the villagers behind them, hoping to protect them.

It's really difficult to walk in this sword rain, and their speed is far less than the speed of the villagers' death. After a short time, the ground was covered with blood.

At this time, the villagers realized that they wanted to escape and turned around and ran into the village one by one. However, how could the physical fetuses escape the killing tricks of these practitioners?

Linger watched the magic sword in the sky fall rapidly to the villagers and exclaimed, "No! Can't..."

"Haha, don't forget that I'm still there. Block it and hug the earth!" The barbarian's laughter came from under the ground at the right time, and then after the earth trembled, a thick earth wall rose from the ground.

Just a moment later, the earth wall protruding from the ground surrounded all the villagers. The earth wall did not stop there, but gathered in the middle above everyone's heads.

Soon a completely closed space protected the villagers, and the villagers appeared dark in front of them, all screaming in horror. At this time, the barbarian king got out of the ground and walked to a child in the dark and whispered, "Little tiger, right? Don't be afraid, I'm a fool. You tell your villagers that I'm protecting you and tell them not to be nervous.

Although the little tiger is a child, it is extremely calm at this time. The so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. After listening to the barbarian king's words, Xiaohu nodded and turned around to comfort the villagers, and the barbarian king got underground again.

Under the persuasion of Xiaohu, the villagers gradually calmed down and found the corner one by one to shrink away.

Linger and others have no worries, and it is also proficent to deal with the sword rain all over the sky. In the end, Jianyu was resisted without any injury.

Standing in the air, his lightly closed eyes slowly opened and said with a smile, "Yes, he is worthy of being a disciple of my free school, and his strength is beyond my expectations. Do you want to protect those grass mustards so much? Or do you really regard yourself as a master?

Leng Lingxue's eyes trembled. Leng Lingxue has always been used to indifference, but it will never be like this. It is intolerable for Leng Lingxue to regard the lives of ordinary people.

Leng Lingxue said in an excited voice, "You...what are you talking about? Do you think they are grass mustard? So...what are you? Didn't you come from an ordinary person's cultivation?

The depth of light-heartedness is comparable to that of their descendants. Listening to Leng Lingxue's question, he just smiled slightly, and gently flicked the blade in his hand and whispered, "After all, he is still a young man. Maybe you will never understand that in the face of real strength, all life is ants, including you..." Just after saying that, his finger flicked gently, and a sword light flew to the earth wall protecting the villagers.

Because of the sudden incident, no one expected that they would suddenly take action. When they reacted, the earth wall had been smashed by the light sword. The villagers hiding in the earth wall panicked again because there was no more shelter and no more life-saving barriers.

After finishing all this carelessly, he said coldly, "Kill, don't leave one!" Then he turned around.

With an order, a group of free disciples all dodged and rushed up. Before they made any move, Ling'er and others had already made preparations. Qing'er and He Fenghuan flew back more than ten feet away. Qinger opened her hands slightly, and He Fenghuan pulled away the bow string.

In an instant, the two sides fought together, and the swords and shadows were all over the sky, and Zhenyuan flew across.

"Shadow Kill!"

"Phoenix Dance Tianxiang!"

"The Extreme Blade of Light!"

"Dark Flame!"

"The dragon is in the abyss!"

"Butter Wind Sword Array!"

"Fire Dance and the Sun!"

"The arrow of the polar ice!"

Linger, Leng Lingxue, Crazy God Chen Yu, Xiaoshen Dianyun, Zhou Jing, Lv Fang and Li Qing used their powerful tricks at the same time to repel all the disciples who rushed to their Xiaoyao.

However, there were too many disciples, and there were still people who had no time to stop them and rushed to the trembling villagers who hid behind. Linger shook out a ribbon, pulled back a free disciple from the villagers, and said coldly, "Where are you going? What you have to deal with is us. There is no need to deal with ordinary people.

Chen Yu also took time to dodge to the villagers, raised his hand to block the attack of the next person, turned around and shouted, "Why don't you leave quickly? Do you want to stay here and wait to die?

Only then did the villagers realize it and turned around and ran back crazily one by one. However, there is one exception among these villagers, that is, Xiaohu. Xiaohu still wants to stay here and see, as if he wants to see the barbarian king again.

A Xiaoyao disciple saw the little tiger dragged back by the woman, pulled an inexplicable smile on the corners of his mouth, and his body flashed on the road of the little tiger mother and son, and the long sword in his hand pierced it like lightning.

Then came a scream, and the chest of the woman holding the little tiger was penetrated by a long sword. Xiaohu was also awakened by the scream. When he turned around, he saw the bloody tip of the sword and his fallen mother.

After the little tiger's eyes widened for a moment, he screamed, "Mom!" He shouted and rushed up and held his mother's body in his arms and cried for his mother.

Xiaohu's mother weakly reached out to touch Xiaohu's face, but her heart was willing but weak. She had no choice but to put down her hand and said with a bitter smile, "Little tiger, run! Run..." Before he finished speaking, a stream of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his head crooked and lost his vitality.

The Xiaoyao disciple who killed the man raised his hand to look at the blood-dropping sword in his hand, and the evil smile at the corners of his mouth became stronger. Looking coldly at the little tiger crying with the body in his arms, he said coldly, "Next is you... little guy..."

When Xiaohu heard this cold sound, he suddenly stopped crying. Slowly put his mother's body on the ground, stood up and looked coldly at the man with the bloody sword in front of him, and said lightly, "You killed my mother. I want you to pay for your life!"

"Haha... This is the funniest thing I've ever heard. After living for so long, you are the first person who dares to talk to me like this. However... it takes enough strength to talk big, and what you say is tantamount to looking for your own death. Forget it... I'll give you a ride in person, ignorant kid!" After saying that, the disciple Xiaoyao raised his sword and cut it down at the little tiger.

This guy obviously uses the sword as a knife and wants to split the little tiger alive. Xiaohu still looked at the man coldly and never turned his eyes away. If his sight could kill people, he would not know how many times he had died.

Seeing that the long sword was about to split the little tiger from top to bottom, a khaki light flashed and blocked the man's sword. The barbarian king appeared after the yellow light and pulled the little tiger behind him and whispered, "Little tiger, leave the next thing to me. Be careful yourself."

After saying that, the barbarian king turned around and looked directly at the disciple of the Xiaoyao faction with a long sword and said angrily, "You are really cold-blooded to fight against a child, but you chose the wrong opponent. Your opponent is me!" While talking, he had taken out his unique knife and resisted his shoulder, and touched his fingers with contempt for the disciples of the Xiaoyao School.

The Xiaoyao faction has always been used to being favored, and no one has dared to despise their existence so much. Even if the practitioners meet the disciples of the Xiaoyao School, it is also courteous. There is no such a direct ** naked challenge to the majesty of the Xiaoyao School like the barbarian king!

So the Xiaoyao disciple was angry on the spot, took out a bright sword flower with a slender sword in his hand, and shouted coldly, "Bold, you are looking for death!" After saying that, he stabbed the barbarian king in the chest. Looking at the fierceness of this sword, it is necessary to stab the barbarian king with a sword to relieve his hatred.

The barbarian stared, and the big knife on his shoulder swaded in the air and crossed directly to his chest. Hearing the crisp sound of gold and iron, the barbarian pedaled back several steps before stopping.

The barbarian king shook his arm and looked at the free disciple in front of him and said, "Good boy, you are very strong." He didn't know that it had nothing to do with strength at all. Xiaoyao's disciple's ability to repel him was to inject Zhenyuan into that blow.

The Xiaoyao disciple repelled the barbarian king with one blow and was stunned for a moment. Even if he couldn't kill him with one blow, he would at least be seriously injured. But this stupid big man just stepped back a few steps and seemed to be safe and sound, and he didn't seem to be hurt at all.

So he smiled and said, "Really? Then try this again!" With that, he had rushed up with a long sword, and it seemed that he was going to fight with the barbarian king.