A small flying boat was flying forward slowly, Wu Tie was sitting at the bow of the boat, Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin was cooking tea, Xiang Feiyu, Zhao Xiang, Li Guang was drinking, Ma Liang held a brush in his hand, writing and painting in the air in a daze.

Xiang Feixie and an ancestor of the Zhao family controlled the flying boat, flying forward aimlessly at a height of hundreds of feet above the ground, bypassing huge mountains.

On the battlefield, these peaks are the shortest and the highest can be nearly ten thousand feet high. The small flying boat can only be regarded as a low altitude near the foot of the mountain.

The strong wind whistled past, blood mist rolled high, and the dense jungle danced in the wind among the mountains. Occasionally, the old apes in the mountains made sharp roars, causing countless birds to panic and hissing.

The air was filled with nearly substantial murderous intent, and shock waves were faintly heard from all directions, and people were fighting everywhere.

The blood mist blocked the power of the soul. With Wu Tie's divine fetus, his soul power could only be released hundreds of feet. Li Xuangui and other ancestors in the divine realm could only spread less than a hundred feet.

No one knows who is fighting in the distance, so the flying boat can only fly around and go to find someone "to go with the flow".

On the flying boat, small formation prohibitions emerged, and the formation restriction was tightly held like gears, rotating rapidly, quickly consuming the Yuan crystal in the Yuan energy furnace.

Even so, the speed of the flying boat is only slightly faster than using the escape technique, and it can reach the level of traveling three thousand miles a day.

The flying formation in the flying boat was exhausted by more than 90% of its power and was swallowed out of thin air by the blood-colored mist that was spreading in the air.

After flying forward for dozens of miles, several slow and leisurely lights fell from above. Zhao Xiang waved his hand and the lights fell into his hands. He focused his attention and looked at the jade talismans in his hand, and hurriedly said, "Master, Zhao has a few men who have encountered enemies in front of him."

Zhao Xiang cursed a few words in disappointment.

This damn duel battlefield was not only extremely suppressed by the speed of the escape light, but also the speed of Ling Xin, who was warning and seeking help, was suppressed to the extreme. Several Zhao's sons had met the enemy dozens of miles away, and Ling Xin actually flew for a cup of tea.

On weekdays, this most urgent call for help is just the most common thing.

Wu Tie whistled, rolled up his sleeves and put away his flying boat.

Everyone, including Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin and Ma Liang, gave up their escape method and spread their legs and ran wildly towards the direction where Ling Xin flew.

Ma Liang ran wildly, waving his brush and writing and painting in the air in front of him. At the same time, he complained: "I have to say that I haven't passed by with my legs for many years... How unfair are the gods in this broken place?"

Before he finished speaking, Ma Liang tripped on a big rock and fell a firm, crisp and extremely crisp dog.

The Supreme Ancestor of the Great Wei Ma family spread out his limbs and was embedded flat in the mud. The more pitiful it looked, the more pitiful it was.

Wu Tie and his group did not look back, and none of them looked at Ma Liang, but Xiang Feiyu and the ancestors of Qingqiu Gate showed reserved and subtle smiles at the same time.

Ma Liang turned over quickly, put away his brush, and no longer wrote and painted in the air, but followed Wu Tie honestly, and ran forward with his physical strength.

Although it is a Dharma cultivation, it is a cultivation level above the third level of the Divine Realm, and the divine body is tempered with a little power. Although the running speed is not as fast as Wu Tie and others, it is not slow. At least it is much faster than flying in the air with slower use of escape skills.

He ran for dozens of miles and bypassed a foot of a mountain in front of him. With a "boom", a figure flew through the air and hit a big rock about a hundred feet in front of Wu Tie.

Blood flashed on the big rock, the armor on the figure cracked and splashed, and the fragments made the rocks 'bang'. The man's arms were strangely twisted, and the spear tightly clasped in his hands flashed with dazzling light, which had broken from the middle, and his hands were just holding a piece of gun rod.

"Ahu." Zhao Xiang cursed angrily, grabbed Wu Tie in front of him, flashed to the figure, carefully held up his upper body, and fed a Taoist pill into his mouth.

"Tai Bozu..." The young man who Zhao Xiang called Ahu was slightly twitching, and at least dozens of places were constantly bleeding all over his body.

But he made the sect body strong and his internal organs shattered, and he would not die for a while. With the avenue treasure pill fed by Zhao Xiang, the young Ahu's breath gradually stabilized, and then it quickly strengthened from the dying breath.

"Taibozu...these messes of Dawu are very strange." Ah Hu stood up swayingly, threw down the two broken guns in his hand, shook his arms, and broke the twisted bones of his arm and pieced them together for a few "cracks", and then started to repair the bones with the help of the power of the treasure elixir.

"Dongdongdongdong" made three consecutive sounds, and three figures spitting blood in big mouthfuls. They were hit hard like Ah Hu and hit the rocks head-on.

The three young people who were knocked away were about the same age as Ah Hu, and their cultivation levels seemed to be different, and they were all at the half-step divine realm.

They were also covered in armor and broken weapons, and their bodies were injured dozens of times. They were bleeding and vomited blood. They lay on the ground and twitched slightly, but they could not move for a long time.

These three young men are also children of the Zhao family. Zhao Xiang rushed over and poured them a life-saving pill.

"Haha, I beat the young one, and the old one... But you Qingqiu people can't do it." A sarcastic voice came from hundreds of feet away: "At that time, when the Great Jin was still there, you were to fight against the beating... The Great Jin is gone, and if it were Qingqiu, why did you become soft all of a sudden?"

Wu Tie looked over.

Hundreds of feet away, three great generals were laughing strangely, and one of them was stepping on a young child of the Zhao family.

The young man's injuries were much heavier than Ah Hu. His arms were broken with both shoulders. Judging from the rough appearance of the wound, it was clearly not cut off by a sharp weapon, but by someone violently tore off his arm.

The wound was blood flowing like a spring, but the young man from Zhao was also brave. Although he was stepped on the ground with his head, his body was still twisting and struggling wildly, and he even cursed in his mouth.

"Boy, you are very brave." Zhao Xiang saved four juniors of the family, then stood up and looked at the three great generals.

Seeing the son-in-law who was trampled on the ground and his arms were violently torn off, Zhao Xiang smiled coldly: "A Pan, endure the pain. Wait a moment, Tai Bozu asked you to take revenge yourself... Haha, how did they break your arms, you would break their five limbs."

Wu Tie stopped, stood on a big rock, and looked at the three young men of Dawu coldly.

Li Guang stood a hundred feet behind Wu Tie, slowly took out his long bow and placed three long arrows on the bowstring.

Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie were hundreds of feet apart, like vise pliers, clamping the three great generals in the middle. Any of them could easily attack the three of them with just one pounce.

Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin and Ma Liang stood far away, hundreds of feet apart, standing at the foot of a small hill, smiling and gesturing at this side.

It was clearly already in a siege. Whether it was Zhao Xiang, Li Guang, or Xiang Feiyu, Xiang Feixie, or others, could easily kill the three people in between.

However, the three young generals from the half-step divine realm of the Great Martial God Kingdom were not afraid at all, and were smiling there leisurely.

"The old guy looks a little familiar... Well, I remember that in the genealogy of the Dajin Generals we were forced to recite since we were young, there is a portrait of you, the old guy. Zhao Xiang, the Supreme Zhao Xiang... Hey, is that right?"

A big man who was about 100 feet tall and had black hair all over his body like a black bear, laughed. He pointed at Zhao Xiang and said, "Well, that's right, you are Zhao Xiang... It turns out that he beat the young man and the old man came."

Smiling and shook his head, the man pointed at Li Guang and others again: "Well, holding a long bow, Li Guang, the Supreme Master of the Li family... and Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie, you are famous. We have seen you secretly from a distance on the battlefield before."

"However, compared to your identities, you two old men from the Xiang family are a little worse."

"Tsk, tsk, big scenes, it's really...yell, this one is... King An Huo Xiong? He is developed, developed, and really developed!"

The black-haired man pointed at Wu Tie in excitement and shouted: "Two brothers, please be careful, Big Fat Sheep, Big Fat Sheep, An Wang Huo Xiong is here... What do you say? Pie will really fall from the sky."

Zhao Xiang and others snorted coldly at the same time.

These three young generals of Dawu were too arrogant. Facing the four ancestors of the Divine Realm, they dared to point out so arrogantly? And there was no respect in their tone. Sure enough, the tutoring of the group of barbarians in Dawu was very problematic.

Wu Tie smiled and pointed at his nose: "I? Big fat sheep? Pie fell from the sky? Three, are you... drunk too much?"

Zhao Xiang, Li Guang and others laughed at the same time. Even Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin, two old charlatans who usually don’t move their colors, laughed extremely happily.

The three and a half-step little guy in the divine realm said in front of them that their "master" was a big fat sheep?

It was like three little bastards, who said in front of a group of tigers that the group of hungry wolves were carrots falling from the sky.

ridiculous!

"Absurd." Zhao Xiang suddenly shouted: "How did Wu Ba teach his juniors a lesson? Even if we are in the relationship between the enemy country, we should have the highest and lower ranks, don't you understand at all?"

"High and inferior?" The high-ranking man with black hair all over his body burst into laughter: "You are worthy of it too?"

With a loud roar, the air around the black-haired man suddenly exploded, and the ground under his feet trembled violently. He stepped across the void with an incredible speed, and then punched Wu Tie in the chest.

The punch came, the void twisted and the earth shook. The blood mist in the sky was pulled by his punch, turning into a hideous monster avatar, making a harsh, terrifying and captivating roar, and swallowing Wu Tie at the head.

Wu Tie felt that his eyes suddenly became dark.

The sky seemed to collapse, everything around me had completely disappeared, only a huge fist attacked with endless murderous intent.

This is not the ability that the half-step divine realm should have.

This punch completely forced all the tangible and invisible existences around Wu Tie, and the great way of heaven and earth was in chaos. It seemed that there was only this murderous intent that soared into the sky and was extremely domineering.

Furious power, absolute power, supreme power!

The purest arrogance and violence turned into a punch that was enough to destroy everything and hit Wu Tie.

"This is not..." Wu Tie wanted to say that this was not the power that this black-haired man should have.

But the hurricane hit his face, Wu Tie could only barely say three words, and was forced back to his mouth by the hurricane.

Wu Tie raised his arms in anger and crossed his arms to protect him on his chest.

With a loud bang, the heavy punch hit Wu Tie's crossed arms, and an incredible huge force came, and the huge rock under Wu Tie's feet shattered - even if it was firmly protected by the blood light from the duel battlefield, the huge rock was still shattered and exploded.

Wu Tie's body turned into a meteor and shot straight towards the rear. He instantly crossed several miles away, and hit the mountain behind him.

The blood light on the surface of the mountain was shaking violently, and it kept making loud noises like thunder.

Wu Tie's body shattered the blood light, pierced into the mountain, then penetrated the mountain and flew out from the other side of the mountain.

The black-haired man stood where Wu Tie was just now and couldn't help but laugh: "This kind of power, this absolute power, King An Huo Xiong, can you kill enough?"

Zhao Xiang and others changed their faces.

This kind of power... the black-haired man's own cultivation is clearly only half a step in the Divine Realm. Compared with Ahu mentioned by Zhao Xiang, A Pan and the Zhao family men were slightly inferior to A Pan, but the combat power they burst out clearly reached the level of the fifth level of the Divine Realm.

The fifth level of the Divine Realm is also a top existence among the ancestors of the Three Kingdoms.

"Master..." Xiang Feixie had the hottest temper and the most anxious, so he immediately started yelling.

The black-haired man and his two companions stayed at the same time.

What's going on?

Xiang Feixie called "King An Huo Xiong" the "Master"?

Well, according to common sense, the Qingqiu generals and sect leaders can only have one master, that is Qingqiu Divine Emperor Linghu Qingqing!

Xiang Feixie called Wu Tie "Master"... Are they going to rebel?

Wu Tie was knocked away by a blow and his body crashed through a mountain. He felt his whole body vibrated and his flesh was a little numb. In addition, a deep fist mark was punched in his right arm.

The huge amount of essence and blood energy washed away the fist marks on the right arm. The fist marks that were pitch black and almost penetrated the bones quickly dissipated, and the skin and flesh returned to their proper normal blood color. Shaking hands, the arms were neither sour nor numb, leaving no sequelae, and even the slight cracked blood marks on the skin healed.

Stepping on the strong wind and crossing the mountain, Wu Tie jumped down from the mountain and fell heavily back to the ground.

Shaking his arms, Wu Tie looked at the black-haired man: "This is not your power... Have you borrowed the power of the divine artifact? Well, it seems that the sacrifice you sacrificed is quite amazing. But why are you so happy to see this king?"

The black-haired man looked at Wu Tie solemnly. With his punch just now, he had already used the power of the borrowed heavenly artifact, Ten Directions and Destroying Armor to the extreme, but he failed to kill Wu Tie with one punch.

"King An hides so deeply. Your cultivation level in the half-step divine realm, but the strength is actually comparable to that of the senior god ancestor... No, you may be even stronger." The black-haired man looked at Wu Tie a little anxiously.

From instinct, the black-haired man felt the terrible power hidden in Wu Tie's body.

From instinct, the black-haired man felt Wu Tie's own horror.

It felt like a little bastard standing in front of the evil dragon. Although he could not see through the true body of the evil dragon, he could feel that terrible aura.

"The Barbarian God Clan has issued a killing order for you... The person who killed you can be called the next Great Martial God Emperor." The black-haired man narrowed his eyes, looked at Wu Tie with caution and caution, and slowly retreated step by step.

"However, obviously, we don't have the ability to kill you...so, let's hand over that kid and let us leave safely, how about?" The black-haired man pointed to A Pan who was trampled on the ground.

Wu Tie laughed: "I think it's not good...you, too, take me a punch."
Chapter completed!