Chapter 57 Bronze Grave 2

Shaoqiu looked at the poor Sangjun in a daze, but he couldn't see a trace of forgiveness on his face. He slowly turned his head and looked at Rong Hushi. Rong Hushi sat on the bison and pointed at him and laughed, almost bursting his belly.

How can all this be so strange? For a moment, Shaoqiu was in a dream. The girl's heartbreaking scream woke him up, and Shaoqiu suddenly roared and punched the poor Sangjun.

Poor Sangjun snorted, and suddenly a textured wooden shield condensed out of his hand, and Shaoqiu punched the wooden shield. With a click, the wooden shield was torn apart, and a punch full of violent gold elemental power did not stop. Through the wooden shield, he hit him on his left shoulder heavily. Bang - Qiong Sangjun hummed, withdrew seven or eight steps, hit the bronze tripod, and almost knocked down the giant tripod.

The crowd suddenly made a big deal, and even the tigers frowned.

Shaoqiu flew to the front of the fire, swept his legs, swept the burning firewood under the girl's feet all over the sky, reached out and grabbed the bronze chain on the mulberry tree and twisted it, and broke the two bronze chains with a click. The girl crooked and fell down. He hurriedly put his hand in his arms and rushed out of the fire.

Under the burning of the fire, the girl's clothes were dirty, her skin was ulcerated all over her body, and there were blisters everywhere. Some of her skin was even dark, like coke. Shaoqiu looked at her in a stale. Half of the girl's cheeks still retained the color of youth before the moment. Her skin was crystal white, and the luster of youth shone in the midday sun...

The strong contrast made Shaoqiu suddenly cry, and something in his heart seemed to collapse. The hard debris stabbed in his heart, and a pain from the depths of the bone marrow made him tremble all over. The unknown girl had already fallen into a coma in his arms. Shaoqiu looked at her infatuatedly, and tears fell on her cheeks and hair.

" Let her go!" Poor Sangjun came over with half of his shoulder down. The punch just now actually smashed his shoulder bone. Although the wooden treatment was skillful, it was so painful that his forehead was cold and sweaty.

"Are you still a human?" Shaoqiu wiped his tears and said angrily, "She is your daughter!"

Poor Sangjun raised his head proudly, and his old face glowed like a god: "How can my daughter compare with all the people of the whole family! How can you get the well-being of the whole Yanhuang Alliance! I, poor Sang, can offer sacrifices to the gods, which is the blessing of our family!"

Shaoqiu looked at him incredulously and muttered, "But... Aren't you sad?"

Poor Sangjun looked at the miserable girl in his arms with complicated eyes and sighed, "How can father and daughter be connected without pain? However, I am the guardian of wood, guarding this tribe, this tribe, and this brilliant Yanhuang Alliance! Father and daughter, father and son, brother, relatives, what can be compared? What's more, she defiled the gods with moon affairs. She really deserves to die!"

Shaoqiu was shocked all over, and suddenly remembered the whip that his father drew on Kongsang Island, the arrow that his mother shot at him, and the swords wielded by countless once kind and kind people. He only felt a piercing pain in his skin.

"Put her down. For the sake of you being a friend of Lord Rong, it's not difficult for you. Poor Sangjun said coldly.

"If I put her down, will you save her?" Shaoqiu looked at the girl in his arms with pity, "Wooden therapy..."

Poor Sangjun waved his hand: "We will continue to burn her to death!"

"Burt her to death!" The old man screamed.

"Burt this teenager to death!"

"They blasphemed the gods! The crime is not to be punished!"

The people around them shouted one after another, with crazy expressions, and an awe-inspiring atmosphere broke out in the crowd.

"You are all beasts--" Shaoqiu shouted loudly, hugged the girl with one arm, and punched the poor Sangjun.

Poor Sangjun knew his strength. He dodged and avoided it. His hand shook, and a vine shot out and wrapped it around his wrist. Shaoqiu held the vines with his backhand and twisted his five fingers. The sharp gold elemental force cut the vines into two sections like a sharp blade.

"Ah--" The soldier who was just grabbed by Shaoqiu came straight with the bone spear. Shaoqiu turned around with the girl in his arms and punched the bone spear. "Kak", and the bone spear was broken into two.

"Damn it, I've learned a lot about my fighting skills." Rong Hushi muttered, and then shouted, "Young Hill, this is someone else's family matter. Don't be reckless!"

Shaoqiu ignored it, and the soldiers around him flocked up, but they were punched and kicked by him. The gold element happens to be the nemesis of the wood element. The iron boxing out, this group of wooden warriors with low elemental power is simply irresistible. The wooden shield, knife and spear, bone blade, and even the stone axe and stone hammer are all broken into powder under the fist. Poor Sangjun exhausted his elemental power and condensed a thick giant tree. Before it was knocked out, it was punched into powder by Shaoqiu, which scared his face like earth and retreated.

"Shaoqiu, stop fighting, let's go!" Rong Hushi frowned, "She is dead. What are you still doing with her?"

Shaoqiu was stunned and looked down. The girl really lay motionless in her arms, and her body drooped softly. I don't know when she died!

"Poo-" The two soldiers saw the opportunity to take advantage of it. Two bone spears poked into his lower abdomen and back, and the blood splashed Shaoqiu and twitched all over in pain, but their arms held the girl tightly. They looked at the two soldiers and looked at her distractedly.

"Fuck it!" Seeing that Shaoqiu was injured, Rong Hushi was immediately anxious. He jumped off the bison and walked in separately from the crowd. The two soldiers stared at his burly body more than two feet tall. For a moment, they didn't know what to do, but the bone spear was still stuck in Shaoqiu.

Shaoqiu sighed, slowly stretched out a hand and held the spear rod. The blue veins of his arm collapsed. With a click, the spear rod broke into two pieces. Rong Hushi strode over and threw the two soldiers back. With a sneer, the two flew straight out more than 20 feet and fell somewhere.

Rong Hushi pulled out the spear rod on Shaoqiu's body and was about to help him heal his wounds with elemental power. Shaoqiu slowly pushed him away, hugged the girl, and walked to the bronze giant tripod step by step.

"What are you going to do?" Rong Hushi was surprised and said, "The blood is flowing, and you will die!"

Shaoqiu didn't answer, staggered and walked, dripping blood all the way. No one knew what he was going to do and stared blankly. Shaoqiu bypassed the bronze tripod and stood in front of the witch temple. His eyes showed hatred and said lightly, "Use your keel blade."

"What do you do?" Rong Hushi was puzzled, but he took off the keel blade and hurled it, and inserted it in front of Shaoqiu, more than three feet deep into the ground.

Shaoqiu put the girl on the ground, held the keel blade higher than his whole body, and dug to the ground. The keel blade is extremely heavy. Shaoqiu often relies on the strength of his whole body to pick it up, but it is quite labor-saving to dig to the ground. He only inserts it into the ground three feet. Then, a large piece of soil turned out and dug out a hole two or three feet deep in a moment.

"Damn it, this is... This is the dragon's bone... You actually came to dig a hole!" The tiger warrior was extremely angry, but he did not stop him and muttered and cursed.