"Bury everyone!" Feng Ziluo said, his face still expressionless and cold, just like his sword, only a trace of sadness and self-blame inadvertently revealed in the depths of his eyes.

If he hadn't been seriously injured in an ambush by the Demon Sect twenty years ago, leaving behind a root cause of disease that not only stagnated his cultivation for many years, but also prevented him from exerting his full strength, the casualties could have been greatly reduced.

The injured martial arts masters and Qi refiners stood up one after another, preparing to dig holes to bury people.

"Dig more holes! Or, if you leave Hua Chi behind, you won't need to dig more holes!"

At this moment, a slow voice sounded from the jungle on the hillside behind everyone.

Then, figures came out of the jungle one after another, and there were thirty people in total.

The two leaders.

One is a great qi refiner in the early stage of Zhenyuan.

This man looked to be in his forties, tall and thin, with a bulging forehead and long and narrow eyes. He was dressed in white and was looking at the people at the foot of the mountain with a playful look. However, when his eyes fell on Hua Chi's corpse

At this time, it shows the color of fanaticism and greed.

The other person is a great martial artist in the early stage of bone refining.

This man has white temples and a face full of vicissitudes. He should be in his sixties, but he is nine feet tall, towering, majestic and full of energy. At first glance, he is a very brave person.

"Elder Shen Yan of Biyun Sect!"

"Lao Hou Hu, Mr. Hou!"

"Yes, it's us!" Shen Yan's slow voice sounded again.

"Master Feng, Master Cui, we are all from Qinghe County. We don't want to see you when you look up, and we don't want to make things happen. How about this, you all leave, but Hua Chi stays, how about it?" Hou Hu said,

The sound is as loud as a bell.

"Elder Shen, Elder Hou, you all know that Hua Chi is of great importance to our Cui family and the Golden Sword Sect, and we will never give up.

On this trip, you are waiting for work, and you must think that you have a chance to win! But do you really think that's it? Do you think we don't know that you are hiding in the dark and watching the tigers fight?" Cui Shanhe grabbed the Sky-Shaking Hammer and held it in his hand.

He weighed it and said coldly.

Feng Ziluo didn't say anything, he just straightened his back and stared at Shen Yan and others with sword-like eyes. His whole person exuded an extremely stern aura.

"So what if you know? You, the Cui family and the Jinjian Sect, managed to gather twenty-three people together. Now nearly half of them are dead, and the rest are injured. And you have also exerted a lot of energy and are injured. Why do you

Fight with us?" Shen Yan sneered.

While he was talking, figures were flying down one after another, forming a circle around the people below.

People from the Hou family are in the inner circle, and people from the Biyun Sect are in the outer circle.

Warriors are good at close combat, while Qi refiners are better at long-distance combat.

Cooperate with one near and one far to display greater combat effectiveness!

"Really?" Cui Heshan smiled coldly, and there was a blood-colored bead in his hand.

This bead exudes a violent and bloody aura that makes people tremble, as if it is about to explode at any time.

"Burning Blood Secret Pill! Cui Shanhe, are you crazy?" Hou Hu's face suddenly changed when he saw this.

"I'm not crazy. Elder Hou is already old, so naturally he can't bear the Blood-Burning Secret Pill. But I am in my prime, and my Cui family cultivates Jushan Jin with powerful and thick attributes. I can still bear this Blood-Burning Secret Pill.

Get up, at most it will shorten your life by ten or twenty years." At this point, Cui Shanhe suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his long hair flying, and he was indescribably rough.

Then Cui Heshan's laughter suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he glared at Hou Hu and Shen Yan, his hair and beard bulging.
Chapter completed!