In the sky, Wuxi Shanyi is waiting to be thought about!

Boom! There was a roar in the distance, approaching here like thunder. Before it was approaching, a strong wind blew up over the forest, rustling below, and then turning into ghost crying. Some trees with weak branches were directly blown by the sudden strong wind.

Thunder sound, strong wind, and black dots became bigger and bigger. A huge black shadow suddenly appeared above Wuxi Shanyi, causing a whistling like countless sharp blades, causing a storm in the sky.

Over the earth, the invisible wind pressed down on the ground, like a fist, striking downward with great force, breaking through the crack! The scattered branches and leaves, and the wood chips rose up.

"Roar!" Xiong Tinglie's body expanded rapidly, and he roared unwillingly, forcibly supporting the pressure of the sky falling and the ground sinking. It was fluffy. The branches under his feet were broken, and the wind pressure carried his body, as if he was about to press him into the ground and turn it into a pile.

The flesh and blood collided with the earth and rocks on the earth, without blood, and the earth and rocks splashed. Xiong Tinglie was like a diving player entering the water, and his whole body was inserted straight into the ground.

"Twelve silver-winged flying centipedes! Three barbarian iron wire..."

Wuxi Shanyi's original body swallowed a lot. The three barbarians were Sanmiao, which was the main force of the former Chiyou Jiuli tribe alliance. Chiyou's eighty-one brothers occupied Sanjiu, and Feng Bo and Yu Shi both came from these two tribes.

The defeat of the rushing Lu, Jiuli's strength was greatly damaged, and the alliance collapsed. However, even so, the three barbarians are still one of the most powerful tribes in the entire Southern Wilderness. Among the tribes, there are many strong people. Any witch festival is stronger than the witch festival of ordinary small tribes. Compared with this, the Wuxi tribe is simply a firefly to the bright moon.

The Sanman Iron Line, Wuxi Shanyi, was recognized by the witch sacrifice in the north where the Sanman tribes were stationed in a city.

"The weak insects can't even stand the pressure of the flying wind." The cold voice, accompanied by repeated murderous intentions, roared: "But dare to regard my three barbarian wires as nothing!"

The twelve silver-winged iron wire centipede is a hundred feet long, and the twelve pairs of wings that are silver-white like cicada wings. The buzzing vibrations bring out an invisible sharpness. It seems that countless blades are cutting across the centipede. Among the cicada wings, an old man with a thin body and little flesh on his body is carrying his hands and making a sound that is not commensurate with his body.

After roaring, his voice stopped, he looked at the soul of Shanyi's Shanyi's beast in Wuxi, and asked without any emotion: "Wuxi Shanyi, this is the territory of your Wuxi tribe. Today, my barbarians who betrayed me entered your territory, what do you think?"

Obviously coming with murderous intent, the Sanman Iron Line suddenly pushed the matter to Wuxi Shanyi according to the rules.

"This is!" Wuxi's kindness is not a fool, and he woke up almost immediately. The three barbarian iron wire called Xiong Tinglie and others the betrayers. The barbarian betrayers entered his territory. What should he mean? It was very clear, that was to ask him to kill Xiong Tinglie and others.

What is this?

The Xiong Chu tribe is not easy to mess with, but is a powerful tribe with the strength comparable to the three barbarians. Today he killed the witch music of the Xiong Chu tribe, which was to have a mortal hatred with the Xiong Chu tribe.

"Did the Xiong Chu tribe have expanded to the central part of the Southern Wilderness and have conflicts with the Three Barbarian Tribe Alliance?"

"Hehe!" Xiong Tinglie sneered and struggled hard. The surrounding soil and rocks seemed to have explosives buried, and instantly exploded. His figure rose and fell on the ground.

"The one who betrays, the three barbarian wires, who do you think is the one who betrays? My Xiong Chu tribe has always adhered to the will of the emperor. Who has the Xiong Chu tribe who adhered to the will of the emperor? "

"You three barbarian tribes are stubborn and do not respect the Emperor. In the future, our great Chu will use the power of heaven to kill all of you, those who dare to be disrespectful to the Emperor, and let your souls burn on the Zhurong Divine Flame forever."

The Sanman Iron Wire was not angry when he heard this, and his cold eyes fell on him, as if he was looking at a dead person. What is there to be angry about in a dead person? He just turned his eyes: "Wuxi Shanyi!"

The sound is dull and there is a hint of intimidation, which is to urge.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wuxi Shanyi became clearer about the situation and thought that the danger of divination yesterday should be in the present.

"What should I do? Depending on this situation, the Xiong Chu tribe has expanded to the central part of the Southern Wilderness and has already conflicted with the Sanman tribe. Today I don't follow the Sanman iron line, but I am afraid that the Sanman iron line will break out immediately and my Wuxi tribe is in danger."

"But if the people who killed Xiong Chu tribe were killed by him would have a mortal enemy with Xiong Chu tribe, and then tied up with the chariots of the Three Barbarian Tribes and were involved in the battle between the two major tribes."

"At that time, the Wuxi tribe will definitely be the front-runners of the Three Barbarians. In the future, they will fight with the Xiong Chu tribe and only consume the Three Barbarians tribes."

"Hahaha! What a Sanbar Tribe, the Sanbar Iron Line." Xiong Tinglie suddenly laughed, then looked up and said to Wuxi Shanyi: "Wuxi Witch Sacrifice, you don't have to make things difficult for me, Xiong Tinglie, I, will have a way to escape."

"How can I do what I can do to me if I am just a three-man iron wire?" As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed at Wuxi Shanyi, turning into a white light, which instantly shone on Wuxi Shanyi's Shanyi's Shanyi's Shanyi's Shanyi's Shanyi's soul.

"This is the decree of Haotian, Wuxi Witch Sacrifice. If you meet my Xiong Chu tribe on the battlefield in the future, as long as you are willing to put down your weapons, my Xiong Chu tribe will never make any difficulties for the Wuxi tribe."

"Dare you, dare!"

The three barbarian iron wire suddenly came to their senses, and the twelve silver-winged iron wire centipede wings buzzed and vibrated quickly. The invisible sharpness spread towards Xiong Tinglie in an instant, blocking all the space around him.

"Brush!" Xiong Tinglie's body shone with a faint yellow light, and his body was faintly integrated with the earth. The next moment, with a brush, they had disappeared.

Almost at the same time, the sharp force that blocked the space drastically retracted inward, silently, and wherever the sharp passes, the earth, rocks, and trees turned into dust in an instant.

"Houtu Divine Pattern!" Sanman Iron Wire said in surprise, then turned around and looked at Wuxi Shanyi coldly, for a moment, and didn't know what to do.

If he had originally thought, he would have asked the Wuxi tribe to form a grudge with the Xiong Chu tribe, he would have no choice but to join the Sanman tribe, but he never thought that things would turn out like this.

Xiong Tinglie, who was like insects, easily escaped with Houtu God Pattern. Before leaving, he also passed the order of Haotian and put down those words. This not only broke the situation he created, but also left an irresolvable knot between the Wuxi tribe and the Sanman tribe.

"It's really not a good thing!"

The Sanman Iron Line said angrily, "I don't know that the Sanman Iron Line is what Wuxi Shanyi said. Xiong Tinglie is too bad, so he doesn't have to make things difficult for him, and he also said that as long as he is willing to put down his weapons in the battlefield in Japan, the Xiong Chu tribe will not make any difficulties."

As soon as these words were said, the Sanman tribe was afraid that he would not act on the battlefield? How to prevent it? Wuxi Shanyi didn't even think about it. Such a situation was much worse than the consequences of him taking direct action against Xiong Tinglie.

"It's really hateful." Wuxi Shanyi said hatefully in the cave, and at the same time he felt unlucky. He was simply a disaster. Early in the morning, he was involved in such a thing. The hexagram yesterday showed that it was indeed correct.

But so what if you say it’s unlucky, it’s not unlucky.
Chapter completed!