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()"No! This is impossible!"

"The entire Nanman Mountains are filled with the bloody aura that our clan has worked hard to manage for thousands of years. If I use its power and make every effort to explore it, even Hongbaiyu will not be able to hide his whereabouts!"

"It is only possible only if it is a powerful figure among the seventh-level god-level powerhouses!"

"Can you say... Hong Baiyu finally willing to break through to the seventh-level god-level powerhouse?"

"No! Hong Baiyu, this damn guy, has the dangers of mountains and rivers, the deep cunning of his heart, and has great intentions!"

"He did not practice the power of the sixth-level space rules to the point where he could compete with the sixth-level star rules and the sixth-level wind rules, and he could never break through to the seventh-level god level at any time, and he would never break through to the seventh-level god level realm!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Is it Hongbaiyu?"

"No! I want to go and see it myself!"

The old man in blood nodded, as if he had made up his mind.

He walked and silver light waves filled the audience, and a scent of time and space disorder followed, rippling and surging in all directions.

But suddenly, the old man in blood seemed to think of something, and his momentum of progress suddenly stopped, his face turned pale as paper, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"So dangerous!"

"I almost fell into the trap!"

"Hongbaiyu, you have such a deep plan!"

The old man in blood gritted his teeth and said with infinite resentment: "Do you want to set up a suspicion array and lead me over so that you can take the opportunity to kill me?"

"Hmph! It's too dangerous!"

"If I die, no one can activate the magic weapon of my Nanman Witch Clan with all my strength."

"At that time, who can stop you in such a huge Nanman Mountains?"

"My Southern Barbarian Witch Clan will probably destroy the country!"

The old man in blood nodded, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was.

"Let's talk about how a junior who has not even reached the sixth-level demigod level can conquer the Blood Sword."

"Even if there is really a junior who has stepped on the luck of being shit and conquered the Blood Sword, how can he hide the Blood Sword and his own breath together to the point where I can't even notice it?"

"Hmph! The Nanman Witch Clan is my territory. I have a good location. Even if it is a place thousands of miles apart, without the help of the power of the divine treasure, my exploration power is as powerful as an ordinary sixth-level demigod master.

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"A little guy who has not reached the sixth level of demigod level, even if he has a treasure, he will not be able to avoid my investigation!"

"It must be your Hongbaiyu who is mysterious and wants to lead me away from the center of the Nanman Mountains. Kill me on the spot!"

"I won't be fooled!"

The old man in blood sat cross-legged and closed his eyes again.

"It's just a pity... the Blood Sword is lost..."

"Oh... forget it, the most important thing is to preserve the inheritance of my Nanman Witch Clan."

"Stay green mountains and don't worry about burning firewood, and there will be a chance in the future."

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At this time, Hong Liebing, who was thousands of miles away, naturally did not know how afraid of his ancestor Hong Baiyu, the strongest man in the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan.

I don’t know how much important information the old man in blood revealed while talking to himself.

At this time, after he put the God-killing Sword into the space wrist guard, he restrained his breath and was low-key, even the power of the nine steps of the fallen god, and the power of the magical power that shrank into an inch was dared not use.

Just like an ordinary person, running with two legs, for fear of causing power fluctuations and revealing his whereabouts.

"The master of the sixth-level master is not the one I can deal with now. Be low-key, I must be low-key." Hong Liebing reached out and wiped his face full of mud, and sighed helplessly.

Tone.

"It's just hope that when I return to Zuwu City, Uncle Fu, Uncle De, Father, Zhao Tiaoxuan and others, don't laugh at me."

"Ah... In order to hide my breath, I didn't even dare to use my protective true energy. The soil and other things were all covered in my body."

"That is, my bones are as strong as steel and my body is strong, otherwise I would have been crushed into meat sauce by hundreds of tons of soil."

"Well... I'll hide."

Hongliobing's foot was a little lower, floating up, curled up, and hid among the dense branches and leaves of trees. He held his breath and quietly looked at a patrol team of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan running quickly in the distance.

This patrol team of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan runs very fast, and the worst one is a first-level bronze fighter.

At this time, each of them had a look of anxiety on their faces.

Everyone was covered in blood and injured, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle.

"Hmm?" Hong Liebing's eyes flashed, and after a moment of pondering, he guessed the whole story.

The Nanman Witch Clan has always been a forbidden place for humans, and there have never been adventurers or other things.

The large and ferocious demon beasts have long been hunted and killed by the people of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan.

I think this must be the result of the eight people from Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy on their way to escape.

Thinking of this, Hong Liebing's eyes trembled and she suddenly took action.

"boom--"

A huge golden palm, like a huge mountain falling from the sky, suddenly burst down from the nine heavens, was invincible and unstoppable.

With a thunderous momentum, nine out of ten people from the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan patrol team were shot into meat sauce and killed on the spot.

"Swish--"

Hong Liebing's figure was as quick as a leopard, and he directly grabbed the remaining Nanman Witch Warrior's throat and picked it up in the air.

He looked loudly and said coldly: "What is the current situation of the eight people in Yanhongguo who are wearing the same camouflage clothes as me? Answer my question! If I satisfy me, I will let you go!"

After saying this, Hong Liebing loosened his left hand and loosened the throat of the Southern Barbarian Witch Warrior.

"Cough cough...cough..." The warrior of the Nanman witch clan fell to the ground, covering his throat, and after coughing a few times, he raised his head and looked at Hong Liebing resentfully, "Damn Yanhong people! I, Nanman witch, are you?

The noble warriors of the clan will never be coerced!"

"Since that's the case, then you'll die!" Hong Liebing didn't say much, raised his right hand, and the ethereal sword shone sharply. With a swish, he cut off the head of the warrior of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan.

"Puchi--"

The bright red and beautiful blood gushed out from the headless neck of the warriors of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, dyeing the surrounding ground a blood-red se.

The body fell to the ground with a thud and was still trembling slightly.

Hong Liebing frowned slightly, and the huge seventh-level god-level spiritual consciousness swept across like a strong wind, spreading rapidly, sweeping over a hundred miles of land, but no trace of the eight people from Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy was found.

Fortunately, some clues can be seen from the distribution of the warriors of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan.

"Didn't the eight people from Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy return straight to the witch city?"

"Yeah, yes."

"If I were a group of warriors of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, I would definitely block the necessary route to return to block the witch city."

"So, the eight people from Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy are preparing to take a detour."

"The southern front is continuous. Even if the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan has millions of troops, it is impossible for them to send out tens of thousands of troops in every place."

"As long as the number of people is not ten thousand and there are no powerful masters, it is impossible to stop the eight people from Qingfeng Magic Martial Arts Academy!"

"After all, the eight of them fight strongly, fast, small goals, and rich experience. I think there should be no big deal."

Hong Liebing Xin thought of this. Dashi relaxed a little.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—"

The nine green torrents once again transformed into the void, with no power. As they danced, they all forced the powerful aura of thousands of troops to breeze.

Hongliobing, who was worried about the safety of the eight people from Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy, encouraged his strength and no longer cared about the sixth-level demigod ancestor of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan. He rushed towards the place where the warriors of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan were swarming and rushed towards the place where the warriors of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan were swarming.

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The nine green torrents that blessed the power of Tianwu's battle boots have power comparable to those of human third-level great success peak-level powerhouses.

As soon as the nine green se torrents came out, the attack was like a violent attack by a powerful man of the fourth level of the peak.

In this case, wherever Honglibing passes, it is really invincible, invincible, and the person who blocks the way will die.

This speed has surpassed the speed of sound.

A hundred feet of land can be reached in less than a second.

With the blessing of this extreme speed, Hongliongbing swept the spiritual consciousness of a hundred miles, and discovered eight people from Qingfeng Magic Martial Arts Academy fighting bloody battles.

Cowhide is not bragging, trains are not pushed.

The team battle skills of the eight people in Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy are indeed amazing.

One of the eight of them united, it was like a battle fortress, destroying and sweeping all the tangible qualities in the world.

Zhao Tengxuan, who has the ability to fight four levels of ten thousand men, ranks first and uses his extremely strong power as the pioneer.

He was like a sharp spearhead of a Sky-Breaking Spear, piercing into the enemy's body hatefully and moving forward.

Xie Mu, Leng Feng and Li He protected the left wing, and the dazzling third-level golden fighting spirit was burning, thousands of troops were easy to break, and the offense and defense were orderly, and they cooperated with tacit understanding.

Zalevman and Gong Shao protected the right wing.

The two of them, one of them, played the sharpness of the metal xing warrior to the extreme, invincible, tearing apart all the powerful enemies.

A warrior who is a local genus xing is not injected into the ink, and is strong and solid, and has been brought to the extreme. It is like a huge mountain of 100 feet, blocking all invading powerful enemies so that it will not go beyond the line.

As for Xie Mu, a wind-type practitioner with extremely fast speed and fourth-level wind-type dark gold weapons, he also has time to help others while protecting the rear.

"Yeah, it's very good." Hong Liebing nodded in approval, and the big stone fell completely in his heart.

Judging from the current situation, as long as there is no accident, even without his help, the eight people from Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy can retreat safely.

"But... Speaking of which, why did the sixth-level demigod ancestor of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan not responded?" Hong Liebing looked up at the sky, looked at him in wonder, and murmured: "Is it because he is old and his blood vessels explode?

Is it dead? Well, I should have been like this for a long time. I have been wasting thousands of years of food, so I can die.” (To be continued.)