Although Tang Shuyan held the Miao sword of the village leader with his palm, he felt like he was caught a red soldering iron in the moment after contacting the Miao sword, and white smoke was emitting.

Tang Shuyan, who was in pain, retracted her hand like lightning, and her palm and tiger's mouth were already festering.

Surprised at the magic of the Miao sword in the hands of the village leader, Yun Bingqing looked at it and found that it was just a wooden sword.

"Hahahahaha! It's really feasible!"

The village leader seemed extremely excited to see the trauma in Tang Shuyan's hand.

"Devil! This knife is specially prepared for you. It is made by Fengqi Wutong Wood, a secret treasure produced in the ancient ruins. For this reason, my sect has spent a lot of money, and it is supplemented with dozens of corpses that can soak it day by day, and then I will teach the secret method..."

"roar!"

Before the village leader finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Shuyan's roar.

"careful!"

Yun Bingqing loudly reminded that at this time, the village leader also saw dense needle shadows shining like a rainbow with various colors, shining with them!

"Storm Pear Blossom Needle!"

Unexpectedly, Tang Shuyan, who seemed to have lost her consciousness and fought by instinct only, would use such a Tang Sect killer weapon!

The unexpected hidden weapon made the village leader feel cold in his heart. Because the distance was not far and he was negligent, he was too late to avoid it at this time, so he could only quickly wave the Miao sword and danced a sword shadow to cover himself.

Fortunately, he is good at martial arts, and a Miao knife danced like a tight feeling.

But how could the Rainy Lihua Needle be so simple that it can withstand it?

At this time, the ground around the village leader was already filled with dense needles of color, and naturally, there were a few scattered middle and upper bodies.

This rainy pear blossom needle is extremely vicious and is a secret treasure made by the Tang Sect. It is extremely complex and exquisitely made. There are a total of forty needles, and each of them is hollow mitr silver needle tube. Different needles are applied with different poisons, so it is extremely colorful when it is ejaculated.

After taking most of the poisonous acupuncture, the camp leader still got five of them.

Looking at the little holes that kept bleeding, the village leader didn't care.

If he only got five injections, as a member of the Wood tribe who has been accustomed to dealing with various poisons since childhood, these poisons are nothing to him.

But just when he was about to lift the knife and fight again, he suddenly felt dizzy. At this time, Tang Shuyan had already rushed over him and rushed towards the crowd of wooden tribes behind him.

"Oops!"

The village leader suddenly remembered how could the thing that Tang Shuyan could not be infected with her strange corpse energy?

When he looked down at the needle, he was as dark as ink, and quickly dizzy and mutated. The blood vessels that burst began to spread around the pinhole like spider webs, and he was already weak and his vision was blurred.

"Is it so useless..."

The camp leader who fell to the ground could no longer hold on and was about to fall into a coma, but from the corner of his eyes he suddenly saw Fang Ruoling who was at a loss.

At this time, the village leader burst out with a force from somewhere, and used all his last trace of consciousness to roar with a last word: "Protect the saint to evacuate! Please protect the saint to protect the women and children in our village!"

"Baozhu!"

"Baozhu!"

Seeing the fallen village leader, the Mu tribe members were shocked and angry, but at this time they were too busy to take care of themselves.

The Tang Shuyan, who was coming quickly, was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and she had no enemies in the crowd. She was either palm or clawed by the Wood Clan, and once she was injured on the ground, she would be covered in darkness and life or death.

After the swords of the Wood Clan were cut on Tang Shuyan, they were like they were chopped onto the sturdy wood, leaving only shallow white marks, and only the special wooden knife of a few people could leave some scars.

After losing the village leader, a group of Mu people seemed to have lost their backbone, like a pile of sand, unable to even afford a decent counterattack.

...

At this moment, I don’t know who shouted like this.

"Abide by the camp leader's orders! Protect the saint to evacuate!"

At this moment, everyone seemed to have found a lost direction, and they were excited, and their eyes were filled with aura of looking at death.

"Abide by the camp leader's orders! Protect the saint to evacuate! Drink!!!"

A young man who was about the same age as Fang Ruoling cut his arm with a knife, forcibly stopped his trembling legs under the sting of the knife wound, and resolutely rushed towards Tang Shuyan, who was like a demon coming to the world in his eyes!

"The backbone of the poison village will not be bent by the Tana people. Even if you die, you will have to bite her a piece of blood! For the safety and future of your wife and children! Kill!" A master of the Wood Clan took the initiative to meet Tang Shuyan's palm and stabbed the wooden sword in his hand into Tang Shuyan's body.

However, the black fog that lingers all over Tang Shuyan seemed to turn her into an irresistible monster. The injured place began to heal at an extremely fast speed, as if she was reborn.

"Saint! Go quickly! This is our battle! Go! Take good care of my wife and son! Go quickly!" A seriously injured and dying wooden man kept vomiting black blood on the ground, looking at Fang Ruoling with persistent eyes.

When Fang Ruoling first came to the village, his eyes were full of disgust and disdain, but at this time, there was only persistence in his eyes, which was his persistence in the will of the village leader, his persistence in his mission, and the blood and tears turned into by his reluctance to his wife and children...

He practiced martial arts all his life and planted them all his life, and did not know anything else. He only knew that because their tribe members were put into outsiders, the Corpse King woke up, and the sect was very likely to be punished. If he saved the saint, his wife and children might not be implicated.

And as a sinner, you should use your life to atone for your sins...

"Please tell my son, his father, I died for the peace of the 100,000 mountains!"

After the man finished speaking, he took his last breath.

A drop of blood and tears fell on the ground, mixed with the blood of the demon purple all over the ground, and gradually disappeared...

...

"It's all my fault...I'm sorry! It's all my fault..."

Fang Ruoling, who was full of horror, was crying at the Mu tribe who were standing in front of the village. The black bodies on the ground and the fresh blood flowing into the stream made her feel extremely scared, and the thick blood that filled the air made her stomach unable to roll and she almost vomited.

Luo Xi and Yun Bingqing were poisoned deeper and they were unable to fight again. Xie Xiaoyun quickly walked to Yun Bingqing and fed her a pill.

“Um…”

Just in this chaos, Lu Changsheng, who had been in a coma for a long time, woke up slowly.

"Hiss...it hurts so much!"

He was about to hold himself up and was knocked down by the pain that surged like a tide. He lay on the ground and roared in a low voice.

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

"Brother Changsheng! Brother Changsheng, are you awake?"

Fang Ruoling, who was suddenly shocked, looked at the awakened Lu Changsheng in surprise, and wiped the tears from his face with great effort.

"Brother Changsheng, are you okay?"

Fang Ruoling looked at Lu Changsheng in pain and forced himself to calm down.
Chapter completed!