Extreme martial arts

Chapter 160
The voice of the old patriarch of Kuishan reverberated in the sky above Houtubu, making all Houtubu people feel infinite sadness in their hearts. After cutting down the enemy with one knife, they looked around and saw that their fellow clansmen who fought side by side had already fallen in a pool of blood. It is full of people from the Pseudo-Ancient Clan so densely packed that there are countless numbers.

The glorious and harmonious Houtube in the past was besieged by twenty puppet ancient tribe alliances today, but it was already sunset.

The former homeland is now stained red with blood, the former companions have fallen in a pool of blood, the once familiar and warm air is filled with pungent blood, the homeland has become a killing hell, and the companions have turned into cold corpses.

The Houtu people's eyes were red, tears rolled down, but they moved closer to each other, rushed to fight among the pseudo-ancient tribe, and rushed towards the stone tower, where they wanted to fight the final death battle with the pseudo-ancient tribe.

People from the Houtu tribe kept falling down. Even if they were dying, they would slash the enemy. Even if their arms were severed, they would fight the enemy with their mouths. Even if their heads were beheaded, they would Splash the enemy with your own blood.

They want to vent their greatest hatred on this group of demons who destroyed their homeland.

Qin Ming floats in the sky. In fact, he is extremely safe now. The Martial Emperor is entangled by Wutu and Kuishan, and the pseudo-ancient people below cannot fly into the sky, so he is independent from this tragic war.

But he didn't run away. He looked at those Houtu tribesmen who were defiant and fell down. The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood filled his sight. In a trance, his vision was blurred, and he returned to the gate of the Qin family that day. The scene of the three major forces besieging the Qin family.

The people of the Qin family at that time were very similar to the people of the Houtu tribe today. They all fought desperately to protect their homeland.

A pang of sadness welled up from the bottom of his heart, even Qin Ming himself didn't realize that there was a smear of blood in his pupils, which looked extremely frightening.

"kill."

Opening his mouth slightly, a hoarse voice came out. He held the blood-colored Qingfeng sword in his hand. With a movement of the purple crow's wings behind him, he swooped down and rushed into the crowd again, starting the massacre.

In the sky, a trace of uneasiness suddenly appeared in the eyes of the little fire dragon that was releasing a sea of ​​flames. He found Qin Ming, who was killing wantonly in the crowd, and showed some doubts. Then the Tu tribe retreated to the stone tower.

Trying to carry the monkey on his back, the green dragon gun in his hand looks like a green dragon, picking and killing the enemies around him, and the blood rains down, making the two of them look extremely ferocious.

The monkey was lying on Litu's back, its stomach was pierced, its intestines and blood flowed out together, and it was seriously injured. It was about to be killed by the pseudo-ancient people, but it was rescued by Litu who rushed over and carried it on its back , retreating towards the stone tower.

Trying to be completely berserk at this moment, the five-color armor on his body is dazzling, and the green dragon gun is swung out roaringly, every time he makes a move, he carries a thousand-ton strength and the determination to kill.

He also had many wounds on his body, but he did not let go of the monkey. They are brothers, and if they are brothers, they should advance and retreat together, even if they die, they must be together.

"Brother Litu, are we really going to die?" Monkey asked weakly. He saw familiar faces fall down with his own eyes, and felt infinitely sad.

"Fart, we won't die, and Houtube won't be finished, we'll last for thousands of years." He tried to pierce a pseudo-ancient person through his heart, and then threw it out high, roaring.

As soon as the words fell, the monkey's exclamation sounded: "Be careful."

I saw a Pseudo-Gu clansman whose stature was almost the same as Litu's, holding a huge ax in his hand, leaping down and slashing at Litu.

"Ah." Trying to shout, the Azure Dragon Spear swung horizontally and blocked it.

boom!
There was a loud noise, sparks flew out, and the already weak man tried his best to soften his feet, knelt down on one knee, and cracked the ground.

"Genius Houdobe, today you will die in my hands." The big man with the ax sneered, and at the same time raised the giant ax again, ready to attack again.

Trying to feel that all the strength in his body has disappeared at this moment, even the monkey on his back weighs more than a thousand catties at this moment, the five-color armor is shining, and there is a faint tendency to collapse, he has reached the end of his strength.

"Die." The gigantic ax-wielding man with a smirk swung his giant ax and slammed it down fiercely, bursting with rage.

"It's over." Li Tu could no longer raise the Azure Dragon Spear to resist, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed.

"You deserve to die." A stern shout filled with anger and murderous intent suddenly sounded, and Qin Ming, who was carrying two wings, rushed out of the oblique stabbing lightning, and the blood-colored Qingfeng sword bleed fiercely, flashed past, and pierced Belly of a giant with an axe.

Under the astonished gaze of the giant axe-wielding man, Qin Ming roared, punching the giant axe-wielding man's head with a punch with his left hand, blood, blood, plasma and brains flew all over the sky in an instant.

"Brother Ming." Trying to open his eyes at the same time as the monkey, shouted in surprise.

But Qin Ming didn't respond, he turned around abruptly, his eyes flickered with cold murderous intent, with a look of indifference, as if he didn't know the two of them.

Just as he was trying to surprise the monkey, Qin Ming slowly raised the Qingfeng sword, with blood shining, facing them both.

The sudden appearance made Litu and Houzi terrified. They never expected that Qin Ming would raise his sword against them.

"Brother Ming!" Litu and Houzi yelled loudly, with disbelief in their voices.

With this cry, Qin Ming, who raised his sword and was about to slash, was startled suddenly, and there was a gleam of expression in his indifferent eyes.

"Let's go." Qin Ming's facial features were almost twisted together, his expression was uncomfortable, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

Li Tu and Hou Zi were full of doubts, and just about to ask, Qin Ming suddenly exploded with black energy all over his body, his long hair flew up, his expression was indifferent and uncomfortable for a moment, like the two of them, he said again: "Go quickly."

This time, Litu and Houzi didn't hesitate at last, Litu stood up with strength, and headed towards the stone tower with the green dragon spear on his back and the monkey on his back.

The little fire in the sky also found the two of them, one swooped down, and the dragon's tail was drawn down like a whip, sweeping away all the people who stood in the way for the two of them.

And Qin Ming, after trying to get away from the monkey, his tangled and distorted face finally returned to indifference again, like the most ruthless killer, with blue veins appearing on his face, with a roar, the bloody Qingfeng sword swept out in front of him, and a bloody light swept across the front .

bang bang bang...

There was an explosion, and all the people ten meters in front were cut off by the bloody sword light.

"Kill." A hoarse voice sounded, completely different from Qin Ming's voice. His eyes scanned the surroundings and rushed into the crowd again. The bloody green front sword was lifted up and down, and each sword had a force of 40 jin.

Qin Ming's strength is higher than that of the Pseudo-Ancient Clan, with a force of 40 jin, almost no one can stop them. All the Pseudo-Ancient Clan people who encountered Qin Ming were killed by a single sword, and some were even directly killed by their weapons. cut off.

Invincible, unstoppable, at this moment, Qin Ming really sat down to these eight words, and also truly fulfilled what he said earlier - killing all directions with blood.

The Houtu tribe has retreated to the bottom of the stone tower. All the Houtu tribe gathered here. The old and weak, women and children are at the innermost side of the stone tower. Outside, with weapons in hand, they confronted the people of the pseudo-ancient tribe who were like wolves and tigers who couldn't see the edge at a glance.

Ow!

In the sky, Xiaohuo let out a dragon whistle, which shocked all directions, and made the chaos below fall into silence for a short time. Then, the dragon's body shook and rushed to Qin Ming below. It hurts the eardrums.

Qin Ming, who was killing wantonly, could only feel the roar of the dragon piercing his ears. The real dragon is the strongest monster with its own dragon power. The clarity in his eyes gradually recovered, and even the bloody light slowly disappeared at this moment.

His body shivered, Qin Ming finally regained his consciousness completely, looked around in a daze, and recalled the previous horror scene in his mind, obviously his body was his but he couldn't control it, that feeling made him burst into tears. fear.

He looked at his body and then at Qingfengjian. His body had already been washed by blood. The Qingfengjian seemed to be picked up from a pool of blood. The blood was flowing. When he couldn't control himself before, he felt Seeing that he kept killing, a kind of joy in his heart was addictive and triggered even greater killings.

"Could it be a demon again?" Qin Ming murmured in a low voice.

As early as in Mohe City, the Lei and Li families and the defenders of Mohe City besieged the Qin family. At that time, the Qin family members, like the Houtu tribe, fought desperately. At that time, Qin Ming also fell into the slaughter. When he came to the gate of Qin's house, he saw the broken scene and the blood that hadn't disappeared on the ground, which reminded him of the killing, which finally led to his madness.

Qin Wunian had told him at that time, but for half a year, there had been no sign of the inner demon, so Qin Ming relaxed his vigilance, but he never expected that today, during the killing, the inner demon was aroused again. It was even worse than that day, to the point where I couldn't control myself.

If it wasn't for Xiaohuo and him being connected by a war beast contract, with the same consciousness, calling him continuously in his consciousness, and then waking him up with the sound of dragon roar with righteous force, maybe he would have fallen into that kind of crazy killing forever situation until death.

Just as Qin Ming was thinking, a person from the pseudo-ancient clan attacked from behind. He woke up instantly, kicked the head of the sneak attacker, and then glanced at the countless people from the pseudo-ancient clan who were besieged outside the stone tower. Spreading his wings, he flew into the sky and landed under the stone tower without hindrance, standing with Li Tu and others.

The little fire in the sky also shook the dragon's body. It flew over the stone pagoda. Its body swayed and became about a foot long, and landed on Qin Ming's shoulder. True Dragon Flame.

Just when Qin Ming joined the Houtu tribe, Wutu and Kuishan were also covered in wounds. They fought and retreated along the way and fell in front of the stone pagoda. confronted.

Fifteen Martial Emperors circled the stone pagoda in the air and blocked all the way out of the sky. One of the Martial Emperors shouted loudly: "Kuishan Wutu, if all of you clansmen die on your own, we can still leave your whole body. Today, You Houtubu, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, he will not be able to save you."

(End of this chapter)